Helpless (Chris Jackson x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 5

The next day, after your scene with Chunk, you woke up in bed with Chris's arm wrapped around your petite shoulders. You tried to wiggle out without waking him, but you failed. Badly. After you inched over, his warm eyes opened almost immediately, as if he was fake sleeping. "Morning sunshine," He said, rubbing his eyes and giving you a peck on the cheek. You beamed at him like a ray of sunshine and slipped out of the covers. Chris sat up and stretched his muscular arms, glancing at you. "What?" He said, leaning back casually. "See something you like." You blushed tremendously, trying your best to take your eyes off his body, but again, you failed. "Do you see something you like?" You asked posing for his amusment. "Eveytime I wake up," He answered, again making you blush. "Ok, but I have a serious question that needs to be answered at this very moment." You said, making your tone sound scared and afraid. Chris stood up walked over to you, putting his hands on your shoulder. "What?!" He said. "What's for breakfast?" You asked, grinning at your joke. Chris gave you an annoyed face, but ended up laughing at you. "How about..." He started as he placed a hand in between your legs, rubbing your sore area from last night (Different day from the other time). You moaned slightly, "You can eat that, but what am I gonna eat?" You asked, but was answered by a little friend that was emerging from Chris's sweats. You laughed at looked up at him, "I'm not sure that's enough though." Chris instantly stopped rubbing you and took a couple steps back. "Is that how it is? Wow, I'm offended, highly." You smiled, "Oh come on, it was just joke." He smirked at you, "Are you sure? I feel like you weren't lying." You nodded sincerely and leaned into Chris. "Alright alright, but we need to hurry. We have an important scene today with Chunk and Rachael." "Ooh," you said intrigued.

After the incident in the hallway, Rachael and Chunk are keeping there distants. Whenever a new client came, they would take turns on who did them, even if Chunk did something that made Rachael highly upset. Jason confronted Chunk on the situation, "Chunk, what's up with you and Rachael? She hasn't complained about anything from you for like days now? And trust me...I know about you two kissing in the hallway." Chunk looked at him in the mirror, as he was wiping his hands up. "It's nothing, we just need space that's all." Jason smirked at him, "Really, or did something just happen and you want to go further but you're not sure, if she's ready yet?" Chunk swirled to look at him, "How did yo..." He stopped and realized who he was talking to. This was Jason Bull, the guy who's studied people since he was born. Jason raised his eyebrow, "Am I right, or am I right?" Chunk leaned onto the counter, looking down, "I just..." Jason rested his hand in his shoulder, "Don't worry, son." Chunk glared at him, "I'm not your son." (Oh, the tables have turned) Jason nodded. "Right. You just have to suck up your balls and ask her." Chunk glared at him and Jason walked away, "That's all I'm saying."
You walked out of the bathroom, you were wiping your hands on your adorable skirt you were wearing which matched perfectly with your white blouse and back sweater. As you neared the station, Chunk started head on your direction. You turned so you wouldn't look at him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. "What are you doing?" Chunk sighed, "Look, I was wondering if we could maybe go out and eat food sometime." You cocked an eyebrow, "Did you just say eat food somewhere?" He let go of your arm. "Uh, yeah." You smiled, and then giggled. "Well, since you are a complete idiot and have no sense on taste, I would be delighted to go out and," you made air quotations, "eat food with you somewhere." Chunk beamed at you, "Great, me meet back here at 6ish. You can meet me inside (I need Jesus)" All the Hamilton references are going to kill me, you thought. You nodded, "I'll meet you here at 6ish." The director yelled cut and congratulated us on the great scene. Thank goodness the other views are completed, you said in your head. As you walked offstage. Now we go to the night scene, you thought as you read the script for that particular scene. Damn, it's get hot and sweaty if I do say so myself. And I do say so, you thought in in your brain, going your lines over and over until you had them memorized. "Alright, places." The director yelled and you sprinted to your spot. "Three two one, action."
You strutted into the office building and was amazed by how different it looked at night. You spun and looked at the shadowing of objects and how the moonlight reflected off the mirrors, making the room seem to glow. Chris walked out from the shadows behind you, silently creeping towards you. As you studied the room, he tapped your shoulder, causing you to scream, and due to the emptiness of the room, it echoed through the halls and the room. You jumped and turned to see who had scared you. Chunk grinned at you, "You.... You fricking scared half my life out of me." You shouted. Chunk chuckled, "I know." You crossed your arms and looked out to the open city, "I thought we are getting food?" Chunk held up his other hand, which was gripping a bag of Chinese food. "I got food." You rolled your eyes, "Are we eating on the floor then?"
You and Chunk were spread on the floor, munching away at the meal he bought. "This is gross, who eats on the floor?" You asked, stretching your skirt down because it was riding up on your thighs again. Chunk looked at your thighs, but then made eye contact again with you, "I do." You groaned and shifted your position. Chunk looked out at the lighted city, and back at you. "It's really pretty, isn't it?" You nodded, scooting towards the glass. "Extremely, it's like a mixture of color but with the darkness of the building adding a contrast, plus the windows are there to reflect the lights. Not to mention how the cars zoom by, which kinda creates a feeling of speed and how the lights make stripes, of yellows and reds and whites. It's like it was made to be." Chunk glanced at you, and you glanced at him. He took his hand and slid it under your chin and then up your cheek towards you lips. You blushed slightly, leaning forward. Chunk leaned forward as well, and soon your lips were close yo together. "Chunk, what are you doing?" You whisper, your breath hitting this skin. "Yes." He whispered back, his breath warm and smelt of Chinese rice. "What are you doing?" You repeat yourself. He rocked his head from side to side, "I like to call it close talking." You smiled, your lips brushing his. "Is that right? We aren't just stealing Psych references." You asked, causing him to grin. "Yes. But I like to call this not talking." Chunk pulled you forward maybe an inch and connected your lips. You sat there, but then you placed your hand on his face and your other hand on his opposite shoulder. "I missed this." You said breaking away. "Hey, this is called no talking!" He said, reconnecting your lips. You smiled into the kiss, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you up and you too were now standing. You are facing him while your back as to the world. He's my world now, you thought. I really need to stop thinking in the middle of a scene, I need to focus on my words. You thought again. Goddamnit, just stop. You thought one last time (I'm am deeply sorry, I can't stop). He had his hands on your waist, pushing you backwards until you are making contact with the window. "Chunk," you moaned into the kiss. "Mh huh." He said into the kiss. He turned you around, you pressing your hands on the cold glass and staring at the colored lights below you. He placed his hand on your skirt, "Woah, woah woah woah, hold up." He looked up, staring at you. "What?" "If you rip this skirt, I'll rip you." "It just a skirt," he said. "Too you, this was $200, don't you dare rip this skirt." He rolled his eyes, and searched for the zipper. He unzipped it, your skirt skidding down you bare legs. He kissed your neck gently and unbuckled his pants. You pressed your already sweating forehead onto the cold windows pane. He pushed your underwear to the side unzip his pants. He didn't pull his pants all the way down, not even a little (gotta keep it pg, you know) and slide himself into you. You inhaled largely and looked down at the carpeted floor. He moaned slightly and started to rock slowly into you, his hips pressed on yours. You moaned, and rocked your hips with his. You legs started to buckle as he pounded you, not too much but just enough, (remember this is tv) and he was sweating hugely. Considering how shows go, he "climaxed" about 20 seconds after we started, and placed his hand on the glass. He kissed your cheek. "Chunk, I love you." He smiled and then slid off you and collapsed on the floor.