ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴍɪɴᴇ
Warnings: p in v, smut, riding, dirty talk, praise gentle aftercare
Summary: Chris pays for you to go get your nails done, and you decide to mark up his back to mark your territory.
Chris knew you’d been needing a little self care, so when you woke up that morning, sunlight streaming through the window and warming both of your faces, he smiled sleepily and said,
“You’re getting a spa day, baby. My treat.”
You blinked at him, still groggy but already perking up.
“Yeah,” he nodded, reaching for his wallet. “Go get your nails done. You deserve it.”
Your heart practically melted. You hadn’t had your nails done in forever, and just the thought of being pampered made you light up.
He handed you his credit card with a little smirk, kissing your forehead.
A little while later, he drove you to the salon, the windows down and music playing as you beamed the whole ride. He pulled up out front, leaned over to kiss your cheek, and said,
“Text me when you’re done, I’ll come pick up my pretty girl.”
You felt so spoiled. Chris always made sure you were taken care of. no matter what it was, if you needed it, he got it for you without question. He had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world.
As you walked into the salon, you pulled up your reference photo and showed it to the nail tech, settling in and letting yourself finally relax. The soft hum of the salon, the scent of polish in the air, and the quiet buzz of conversation felt like a breath of fresh air.
You snapped a quick pic of them working on your hands and sent it to Chris. A few seconds later, his reply came in:
“I can’t wait to see what they look like 😍”
After your appointment, you gave him a quick call.
“All done! You can come get me now.”
Not long after, he pulled up outside the salon, and when you opened the door, you saw them, a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the passenger seat.
You climbed in, heart fluttering.
“Baby you are so sweet. Why are you doing all this today?”
You leaned in, cupping his face and pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips.
He smiled softly as you pulled away, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
“Because I love you,” he said. “And you deserve this. Every bit of it.”
You smiled, heart full, and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, baby. seriously.”
Then you held up your hands, showing off your fresh nails with a proud grin.
Chris took your hands gently, holding them in his lap as he admired them with a little smirk tugging at his lips.
“They look beautiful,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours.
Then he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper against your ear.
“Maybe tonight, you can wreck my back with these,” he murmured, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Mark up your man a little.”
Your stomach flipped, heat blooming in your chest as you bit back a smile, already thinking about just how much fun those nails could have later.
Later that night, the room was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of a bedside lamp. You stood at the foot of the bed, still wearing his oversized hoodie, but nothing underneath. Chris sat back against the headboard, his eyes darkening the moment he saw the hem rise just enough to expose your bare thighs.
“C’mere,” he said, his voice husky, his gaze locked on you like he was starving.
You crawled onto the bed slowly, straddling his lap, your freshly done nails trailing up his chest, leaving goosebumps . His hands gripped your hips instinctively, but you leaned in, your lips brushing his as you whispered,
“Remember what you said in the car?”
Chris chuckled low, that cocky smirk tugging at his lips.
“About you wrecking my back?”
You kissed him, deep and slow at first, then harder, needier, as your hips rolled against his. His hands slid under the hoodie, gripping your bare skin, and he groaned into your mouth when your nails dragged down his back, just enough to sting.
“Fuck, baby” he hissed, tilting his head back as you nipped at his jaw, your nails raking over his shoulder blades.
“Just like that. Mark me up. Let me feel those pretty little claws.”
You grinded against him harder, the heat between your legs pulsing with every movement, every breath. Chris lifted you for a second, tugging his sweats down just enough, and the second you sank down onto him, both of you gasped.
“God” he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as your body took him in fully.
“You feel so fucking good.”
You rocked your hips slowly at first, building a rhythm, dragging your nails down his chest this time watching him twitch beneath you, completely under your spell.
“You wanted me to mark you up?” you whispered with a sly smile.
“I’m just getting started.”
His breath hitched as you rolled your hips faster, tighter, your nails digging into his shoulders, claiming him.
You kept riding him, your rhythm building, slow and deep one moment, fast and needy the next. Chris’s hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, squeezing your ass, trailing up under the hoodie to feel your skin. Every time your nails scratched down his chest or across his shoulders, his breath caught, his hips bucking up into you.
“Just like that, baby, fuck…” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as you took control, completely giving into you.
You were both teetering on the edge , your body pulsing, your thighs shaking, your breath coming in sharp little gasps. You leaned forward, kissing him hard, messy and desperate as you picked up the pace. He was so deep inside you, hitting every spot perfectly, and the friction from riding him had your clit throbbing.
“Chris- ” you whimpered against his mouth. “I’m so close”
“I know, I can feel it,” he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. “Come on, baby, give it to me. Cum on my cock.”
Your nails clawed down his back one last time as your orgasm finally hit ripping through you, hard and uncontrollable. Your body arched, shaking as you cried out his name, clenching around him so tight it pulled a deep groan straight from his chest.
“Fuck-just like that, baby, I’m gonna…. shit”
He gripped your hips hard, thrusting up into you with a rough, desperate pace until he finally came, groaning your name as he filled you, his head buried in your neck, breathing heavy and uneven. You felt every pulse of him inside you as you both stilled, wrapped in each other.
You collapsed on top of him, your body spent, your cheek resting against his chest, still catching your breath. He held you tight, one hand running slowly down your back, the other smoothing over the scratches you’d left on his skin.
“That,” he said, voice low and breathless, “was definitely worth the nails.”
You lay there for a while, tangled up with Chris, the warmth of his body grounding you as your heartbeat slowly settled. The room was quiet now, except for the sound of your breathing and the faint hum of the night outside the window.
Chris pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his arms still wrapped around you. One hand traced slow, lazy circles on your lower back, the other gently brushing your hair away from your face.
“You okay, baby?” he murmured, his voice low and tender.
He always checked up on you , after sex.
You nodded sleepily against his chest.
He smiled and let out a quiet chuckle, shifting slightly to pull the blanket up over both of you. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, calming you, making you feel safe.
“Let me clean you up” he whispered, kissing your forehead.
You whined a little, not wanting to move, but he gently eased you off his chest and helped you lie back on the pillows. He walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp cloth. His touch was slow and careful as he cleaned you up, so gentle it made your chest ache in the best way.
“You’re so good to me,” you said softly, your eyes fluttering shut as he tucked the blanket back around you once he was done.
Chris crawled in beside you, pulling you close again, your back pressed to his chest as he spooned you from behind. His arm slid around your waist, his fingers gently stroking your skin beneath the hoodie.
“You deserve good,” he whispered against your ear.
He kissed your shoulder, then nuzzled in close, both of you sinking into the comfort of the moment. The warmth of the blankets, his soft breath on your skin, the way his body curved around yours, it all made you feel weightless. Safe. Loved.
As your eyelids grew heavier, you heard him whisper one last thing “I love you so damn much baby”
And with that, you drifted off, wrapped in his arms and the quiet kind of peace that only comes after being completely loved.
