He saved your life. He took care of you. When the cops look into your accident, they find it wasn’t an accident at all… Someone sabotaged you.
Warning: car crash, broken bones, stalking, dark!chris evans, manipulation, no smut, angst, fluff, use of drugs to make someone forget, throw up, ending sucks i’m sorry
Summary: He saved your life. He took care of you. You owe him everything, right? But your mind tells you something isn’t right.
Word Count: 5.7k oops
Screech.
Brakes squealing.
Blinding light in your eyes.
You tighten your grip on the steering wheel as you brace for impact, staring at the cement wall in front of you.
You don’t know how you got turned around or why your brakes aren’t working, you don’t even know where you were going.
You do know that you won’t make it out alive.
Crash!
You feel flames envelope your car, the heat grazing against your cheek, the shock of it all causing to fade away.
“Come on, sweetheart! Come back to me,” You hear, feeling the light tap of someone’s hand against your cheek. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a strange man cradling you in his strong arms. He’s got tears streaming down his face, smoke and ash staining his face. You gasp for air, immediately coughing up dirt and debris.
You’ve never been in so much pain, yet so calm. Relief spreads over the strangers face, using his sweaty palms to wipe away his tears. “The EMT’s are on their way, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay.”
You furrow your eyebrows, trying to piece everything together. You try to focus on what happened earlier tonight, but the pounding headache distracts you. “W-what happened?” You ask, your voice scruff from the heat. You attempt to sit up, to move away from this strange man, but a shooting pain runs through your body, originating from your ribs. You gasp, your hand reaching to cover your body.
“Sh, sh… Just relax, I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more,” He says, covering your hand with his. You stare up at him, your eyes flickering over his strangely familiar face. You’ve seen this man before, but you don’t know when or where. You doubt you’ve even had a conversation with this man before, or you would instantly recognize him.
But you almost swear you’ve seen him lurking around your friends parties.
“We were in an accident. The EMT’s are on their way,” He explains, nodding over to where the accident occured. Your car is sitting in a pile of ashes, barely recognizable. There’s metal and tire rubber spread across the road, blocking anyone from driving.
Thankfully, it’s almost 3 in the morning, so the roads aren’t that busy.
You glance up at the man once again, trying to force yourself to remember this man. You were in the car with him?
Your thoughts are interrupted when the blare of sirens near you, signalling that help is here. “Oh, thank god,” The man mutters, scooping you closer to his chest. He lifts you with no hesitation, carrying you over to the moving ambulance. You relax against his chest, the exhaustion taking your body over. A mix of the pain and adrenaline has left you drained.
You hear the EMT and the stranger converse, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You can feel your body fading, but you’re too weak to do anything about it. You hear the man shouting, and then you feel a foreign object covering your mouth, breathing air into your lungs. “Man, she’s out of it! Do something!”
You feel the EMT’s poking and prodding, a sharp pain in your wrist following. You know enough about first aid that you know they probably put an IV in you, to give you some pain meds, so your body doesn’t have to fight so hard. You instantly feel better, your head lolling to the side, giving you that well-needed rest.
The beeping of the machines wake you up, disturbing your sleep. You look around the room, frowning when you realize that you’re alone. You’d halfway hoped the stranger was still there, so you could thank him and ask him some more questions, like why were you in the car with him? Where were you going? Where were you coming from?
But part of you is relieved that he’s gone, so you can be alone and rest. You’re sure the hospital has taken care of informing your parents of what happened, so they’ll be on their way soon enough. You’re distracted by the sound of the hospital door opening, revealing one of your nurses. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” She asks, flashing her smile at you.
You smile nervously, sinking into your bed. The small movement causes a sharp pain in your ribs again, but it’s nothing compared to how it felt earlier. You’re sure the pain meds have something to do with that. “I feel a lot better… Just confused, I guess,” You answer, picking at your blanket. It’s a nervous habit you picked up from your brother when you were younger, one you were never able to get rid of.
“Your doctor went over everything with Chris, so I’m sure he can explain everything when he comes back in.” The nurse explains, leaning over and checking your pulse. You watch her carefully, furrowing your eyebrows. Chris? That’s the man’s name? Why doesn’t that name sound familiar?
“Ah, you’re awake!” The man exclaims, smiling at you. You ignore the nurse as she finishes your exam, your eyes dropping to the plate of food in front of you. The man had gone to the cafeteria for you?
You eye the bowl of soup in front of you, along with the grilled cheese. Beside of the grilled cheese, there’s a cookie, one that he grabbed from the vending machine. You chuckle as you open the cookie, your mouth practically watering. You hadn’t had a cookie like this in so long, they were always your favorite growing up. “I hope you like the soup, it’s the only semi-attractive thing they had down there.” The man explains, sitting in the chair beside of your bed.
You dig into the cookie, leaving the soup to cool down. “I guess I should ask you some questions,” You say, crumbs dropping down to your bedsheets. The man leans back in his chair, staring you down. It should be intimidating, there’s something that tells you that you’re safe.
“First of all, thank you for taking care of me,” You say, earning a chuckle from the man. His beard moves with his face, drawing your attention to it. You’ve never been one for facial hair, but you’ll have to admit, it’s nice.
"It’s the least I could do, sweet heart. I wasn’t hurt nearly as bad as you,” He answers. It’s the first time you’ve really paid attention to his voice and his accent. He has a Boston accent, that’s for sure. You’d almost forgotten that he was in the car with you. You certainly couldn’t tell by looking at him— he has no bruises or cuts.
“What happened to me?”
Chris’s smile fades away as he takes a deep breath, dropping his eyes to his lap. You know it had to have been traumatizing to be in a burning car and be alert through it all, but you have to know what happened. You’ve never been in a car accident before, you’ve always been a great driver. You hadn’t been drinking or smoking, you were driving responsibly. You just can’t figure out what went wrong.
“I’m not sure, honestly. We were driving fine, then all of a sudden, you lost control of the wheel. We flipped and I heard you screaming until you finally stopped. I thought… I thought you were gone,” He says, his voice fading. Your heart sinks in your chest, realizing just how lucky you are.
This man is your hero.
You would’ve died if he hadn’t pulled you out. He could’ve gotten himself out and left you there.
“Chris,” You say, sitting up straight in your bed. You reach out and touch his hand, a small smile on your face. “Thank you. For everything. If you hadn’t been there… Well, I wouldn’t be alive,” You say, expressing your gratitude. Chris smiles gently, rubbing his thumb over your bruised hand.
“But, I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. My parents will be here soon, I’m sure. You probably have better things to worry about than some stranger,” You finish, pulling your hand away. You know he’s probably exhausted and has his own life to live.
Chris chuckles quietly, raising an eyebrow. “Wow, you must’ve really hit your head hard,” He says, reaching over and breaking off a piece of your cookie. You watch as he eats it, furrowing your eyebrows.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Chris wipes his mouth, his smile fading. “We’re not strangers, y/n. I’m your ex-boyfriend. You really don’t remember?“ He explains, his eyes searching yours.
Shit.
Your ex-boyfriend?
The last boyfriend you remember having was three years ago, the one that broke your heart so bad that you swore off dating. You don’t even remotely remember the man sitting in front of you.
Then again, you were in a horrible wreck. Even if you didn’t hit your head, the trauma and shock of it all could’ve confused you.
“I… I don’t remember you at all,” You whisper, your heart breaking. How could you not remember?
Chris clears his throat, his eyes dropping to his lap. “Then I guess I should fill you in,” He says, lifting his eyes again. “We were together for two years. We met at a friend’s party. We’ve been broken up for 6 months,” He explains. You desperately try to force yourself to remember, but nothing is jogging your memory.
“Why did we break up?”
The question seems to throw Chris off guard, as if he wasn’t expecting you to ask. He swallows a lump in his throat, guiltiness washing over his face. “I cheated on you,”
The answer knocks the air out of your lungs, throwing you off guard. Cheated?He cheated?
Despite you not remembering anything about him, you don’t take him for a cheater. He seems too… caring.
Besides, if he had cheated on you, why were you riding in the car with him 6 months after breaking up?
You take a deep breath, relaxing in your bed. “Why were we together if we’re not dating?” You ask, trying to get a clearer picture of everything. Chris eats another piece of your cookie, dusting his hands off on his pants.
“Well, we were at another party and… One thing led to another and we were on our way back to my place,” He answers, his cheeks heating up. Your cheeks heat up once you realize what was happening, your heart fluttering in your chest. You sit in silence, neither one knowing what to say after that.
Chris clears his throat again. “I know this might sound crazy, but you’re more than welcome to stay with me. The doctor said you’ve got a few broke ribs, so you’ll need help doing the basic things. It’s gonna be pretty hard for you to live on your own right now,” He offers.
You want to shut him down immediately, but you have to seriously consider his offer. With a broken rib, it’s going to be hard to shower on your own. It’ll be hard to cook, to walk up and down your stairs, to do anything on your own. But you can’t live with a stranger… That’s like one of the basic things they teach you in elementary school.
Don’t trust strangers.
Then again, you reckon he’s not really a stranger. Just because you don’t remember anything about him doesn’t mean he’s a stranger.
“Uh, are you sure? I mean, we’re not even together, I don’t want to be a burden,” You say, picking at the skin around your nails.
“I wouldn’t have offered unless I meant it,”
“And right here is where you’ll be sleeping,” Chris says, gesturing to the guest room. It’s on the first level, meaning you won’t have to climb up any stairs. The bathroom is in the room, so it’s not too far of a walk. His house is nice– much nicer than yours. The ride home was silent, neither one of you knowing what to say to each other.
You’re relieved he showed you to the guest room. You were worried he’d expect you to sleep in his room with him, since you were dating. You find him attractive, but you just can’t see yourself being comfortable with sleeping in a bed with him right now.
You lean against the doorway, already out of breath from your short walk. “Thanks again, Chris,” You say, doing your best to muster up a smile. You’re thankful for everything he’s doing for you, but you wish you remembered something, anything about him.
“Let me know if you need any help with anything… Anything at all,” Chris offers, turning to walk out of the room. You hesitate to speak up, but you open your mouth before you even know it. “Actually, can you do me a favor?”
Chris turns around, a small smile on his lips. “Sure, anything.” He says.
Your eyes flicker around the room, searching for anything to make your memory come back. “Do you have any pictures of us? Maybe if I see some pictures, it’ll help me remember you,” You say, your voice small.
Chris’s smile falls, replaced by a frown. “I wish I could, y/n, but after we broke up, I deleted everything of you. I was heartbroken.”
Your shoulders fall, along with your smile. Of course, he deleted everything of you. That’s what happens when you break up with people. You glance over your shoulder at the bed, exhaustion sweeping over your body. “I should go to sleep,” You mutter, taking small steps toward the bed. Chris follows you, reaching out a hand to place on the small of your back.
He gently helps you into bed, frowning when you whimper in pain. He fluffs your pillows and tucks you in, taking a step back. “Goodnight, y/n,” He says, his voice soft. You can tell he’s holding himself back, and you feel guilty.
This man loves you. At least, he did love you. You can tell he wants nothing more than to crawl in bed with you and hold you, or at least give you a kiss goodnight, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You appreciate the thought, even if it makes things awkward.
“Goodnight,”
“I’ll pick you up after I finish running errands,” Chris says, opening the office door for you. He’s been super helpful all morning– making sure you don’t move too fast, helping you change your outfit, helping you with anything that might be difficult with a broken rib.
You’re at the insurance office now, preparing to speak with your agent about the accident. You told him you don’t remember much, but he told you anything would help. You look up at Chris, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you,” You repeat, hating the way you sound like a broken record. You must’ve said the phrase a million times in the past 24 hours, but you truly can’t thank him enough.
Chris chuckles and shakes his head, brushing your hair away from your face. “It’s the least I can do, y/n. I promised you I’d always take care of you, no matter what.” He reminds you, your cheeks heating up. You still find it weird to think that you spent two years of your life with this man; that you loved each other.
Your agent walks in the lobby, interrupting the intimate moment. “Ms. Y/L/N, it’s nice to see you. You can follow me, it won’t take long.” He states. Chris gives you one last goodbye, before walking out the door. You slowly follow the man, sitting in the chair in front of his desk.
“First of all, I’m terribly sorry for everything that’s happened. I can’t imagine how traumatic the accident was,” He says, true sympathy laced in his voice. You pick at your nail bed, swallowing the lump in your throat. You feel guilty that you don’t have any trauma surrounding the accident, but thankful at the same time.
“What do you remember about the accident?”
You clear your throat, shifting awkwardly in your seat. You attempt to remember as far back as the hours before the accident, struggling. “I was at a friend’s party. I wasn’t drinking, I was just talking and dancing. I met up with an ex-boyfriend apparently, and we wanted to go back to my place. I don’t remember anyone being in the car but me, but Chris says he was there. I remember driving down the road and that’s all. Chris says something caused me to lose control of the wheel, and we started rolling.” You explain, a headache forming. You’ve been thinking non-stop, trying to force yourself to remember.
Your agent nods as he writes in his notebook, an eyebrow raising. “So you don’t remember anyone else being in the car?”
You shake your head, shrugging your shoulders. “I thought that was weird, but according to Google, it’s a real thing. Retrograde amnesia, I think is what it was called.” You explain.
Your agent stops writing, lifting his head. “Well, yeah, that’s a real problem, but normally it affects memories years before the injury to the brain. You remember everything up until the accident, correct?” He asks. You nod, furrowing your eyebrows.
He flips through the pages on his desk, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “And your hospital records don’t show anything about a brain injury… Just a few broken ribs and a busted lip.”
You stare blankly ahead, trying to come up with any explanation for your memory loss. You know trauma can cause memory loss, but is that really what happened?
Your agent stares at you, his shoulders dropping. “Ms. Y/L/N, I think I want to have an officer formally investigate you. I have a daughter your age, and I hope someone would help her out if she were ever in this position,” He says.
After agreeing to speak with an officer, you recount your story, trying your best to fill in the blanks for him, but you failed. You left the office feeling defeated and confused, ready to go home. You wish you could say going home helped you, but it hurt you even more.
You walked into a home you didn’t recognize, with declarations you don’t remember picking out, and a man you don’t remember meeting. You stare absentmindedly as Chris washes the dishes left over from spaghetti night, hoping for anything to jog your memory. A tattoo… A scar…. A mole… Anything.
You’re left staring at skin you’ve never seen before, a lump forming in your throat. Normally, the image of Chris washing dishes shirtless would be something you’d drool over, but it just breaks your heart.
What would you normally do? Did he normally cook for you, or were you the one in the kitchen? Did you share the responsibility of the dishes, or did you leave them piled up in the sink, hoping for the other to clean them? Would you go up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back?
Before you can think about what you’re saying, you’re speaking up, watching Chris turn around. “Did I love you?”
Once again, Chris is thrown off guard. His cheeks heat up as he dries the plate, a soft smile on his lips. “Uh, I think so. At least, you told me you did,” He says, adding a chuckle at the end.
“A lot, actually,”
You stare at the shower water running, disappointed with yourself. You’ve been in the bathroom for 20 minutes, trying to get your shirt off without hurting yourself. You don’t want to strain yourself and prolong your healing process, but you also don’t want to give in to the alternative.
The thought of Chris seeing you shirtless makes your skin crawl.
It shouldn’t, though. After all, you were together for two years; you’re positive he saw you naked.
You reach down to unbutton your jeans, slowly pulling them down to your knees. You wiggle as carefully as possible, working the jeans down to your calves. You gently pick up your foot, using it to kick the other pants leg off of your leg. You suck in a sharp breath with every movement, thanking the gods above for pain medicine.
There’s no way you’re gonna be able to wiggle out of your shirt. It was easy just throwing the shirt on this morning, but you just knowyou’ll get tangled up in your shirt when you’re trying to get it off.
You sigh, giving in. “Chris?” You call, followed by the sound of someone running down the hallway. You heard a thud on the door, causing you to flinch.
“Is everything okay?”
You giggle quietly at the panicked sound of his voice. “Uh, kinda… I need your help,” You say, blushing for what seems like the millionth time tonight. Chris stays silent, waiting patiently for you to explain what you need help with. You take a deep breath, trying to push the embarrassment down.
“I uh, I can’t get out of my shirt,” You say, only to be met with silence. You don’t hear anything for several seconds, but then, you hear what sounds like light footsteps leading away from the bathroom door. You frown, your heart sinking in your chest. You knew it was an odd request, but you didn’t think he’d just leave you hanging. You accept defeat, sighing as you stare in the mirror, preparing yourself to just suck it up and deal with the pain.
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when a voice is at the door, getting your attention. “Can I come in?”
You walk toward the door, opening it. You gasp when you open the door, following it with a fit of giggles. Chris is standing at the doorway, a makeshift blindfold over his eyes. “What is that for?” You ask, your face heating up.
Chris smiles as he blindly enters the bathroom, grabbing your hand in the process. You lead him deeper into the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Chris explains, darting his tongue out to lick his lips.
You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. You lift your fingers to feel the soft fabric of the tie, furrowing your eyebrows when you get a good look. “This tie… It looks familiar!” You say, excitement laced in your voice.
You can see Chris’s face light up, even though his eyes are covered. “Really? I picked this one because you bought it for me before I met your parents.” He explains.
A light bulb goes off in your head as you gasp. “My parents! Maybe they have pictures of us together? Or maybe they could at least help me remember,” You say, watching Chris’s smile fade away. He lifts his hands, fumbling for the bottom of your shirt. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He says.
You frown, allowing him to slip the shirt over your head. The movement hurts your ribs, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it would’ve if you had done it alone. “Your parents didn’t like me. They uh, they didn’t trust me… They told you the night we met that they didn’t approve, that they thought I was up to something,” He mutters. Your heart breaks for Chris, knowing exactly how your parents are. They’ve always had strong opinions about the people you’ve been with.
You stand there as your shirt falls to the ground. Several silent moments pass, so you clear your throat to fill the silence. “I might need some help in the shower,” You say, your voice quiet. If you can’t lift your shirt over your head, how are you going to wash your own hair?
You watch Chris swallow a lump in his throat as his cheeks heat up again. “Uh, yeah, of course,” He says, standing there awkwardly. You giggle as you start your water, letting it heat up. Once you feel it’s hot enough, you carefully step in. “Okay, you can get in,” You say, nervously.
Chris takes a deep breath, his eyes still covered by the blindfolds. He reaches up to his tie, carefully undoing it. You keep your eyes on his hands, feeling your heart speed up. You know you’ve seen it all before— but you don’t remember it. Maybe seeing his body will jog something in your brain.
Silence fills the room as he throws his tie down, reaching for the buttons. He carefully undos them, peeling his shirt off of his back. Your eyes rake over the multiple tattoos, drinking the image in. You don’t see any you recognize, causing your heart to sink once again.
“I can feel you staring at me,”
Chris’s voice brings you back to reality, causing you to clear your throat. “You wish,” You mutter, not wanting to admit it. You turn so your back is to the water, letting the water soak your hair. You try your best to ignore Chris as you see him take his pants off in the corner of your eye, but it’s harder than you thought it would be. You want to look, but it’s not right.
Chris steps into the shower, taking a deep breath. “Just tell me what to do, and when to do it.”
You nod, only to remember he can’t see you. So, you answer him by handing him your shampoo bottle. “Here, hold out your hands.”
He follows your instructions, waiting for you to squirt the liquid onto his hands. Once you feel like you have enough, he rubs his hands together, lathering it up. You turn your back to him, closing your eyes. Chris tangles his fingers in your hair, massaging and rubbing the liquid in your hair. You hum quietly, feeling your body relax.
“Did we have fun together?”
Chris laughs behind you as he rinses your hair, careful to not let any get in your eyes and ears. “Oh, yeah. Tons of fun.” He says. You smile, reaching for the conditioner bottle. “Doing what?”
Chris blows a raspberry as he thinks, eventually shrugging his shoulders. “Everything. We had fun even when we were just laying in bed together. When we would cook together, drink together, anything,”
“How are you feeling?“ Chris asks, making his way downstairs. His fingers are working on his tie, tightening the knot. You’re sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels of the tv.
“Better. I can finally sneeze without crying,” You say, earning a chuckle from Chris. You’ve been at his house for two weeks, meaning it’s been two weeks since the wreck. Chris has been amazing;answering any questions you might have, making sure you’re taking your medicine, and helping you with daily tasks.
“Heard anything from the insurance company?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. You shake your head, guilt settling in. You hadn’t told Chris that the insurance company was looking into the accident, and you’re not sure why. It’s not like it’s a bad thing, but you feel uneasy about the whole thing.
Chris sighs, grabbing his keys from off of the hook in the hallway. “Alright, I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” He says, making his way over to you. Without hesitation, he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You tense up, staring up at him. Chris blushes, stuttering. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. It was just our thing before… Before we broke up. It just felt natural, I shouldn’t have done that.” He explains, panic in his eyes.
You giggle quietly, blushing. “It’s okay… I know this has been hard on you too,” You say. Chris’s nervousness seems to fade, his shoulders dropping. Even though you don’t remember him, part of it felt natural to you too. As much as you hate to admit it, you can feel yourself falling for him— all over again.
Chris awkwardly walks out the door, leaving you alone in the house.
Your eyes are glued to the tv for what seems like forever, until you hear a knock at the door. You groan, leaning your head back against the couch cushion. You hatecompany.
“Police; open up!”
Your eyes shoot up, your head coming up off the back of the couch. Police? What are the police doing here? Panic runs through your body, the adrenaline sending you flying over to the door. You swing open the door, your chest heaving. There are five policemen standing in front of your door, their hands resting on the guns on their hips.
“Ma’am, I need you to come with us,” One of them says, carefully and slowly.
“W-why? What’s going on?” You ask. One of the cops pushes you side gently, walking into the home. “Are you y/n y/l/n?”
You nod, your voice seemingly stuck in your throat.
“We were assigned to your case. We suspect the man you’ve been living with tampered with your breaks the night of the accident,” He explains, your heart sinking into your stomach.
This can’t be right, it can’t be true. Chris? Why would your ex-boyfriend intentionally cause your accident?
“That can’t be true, Chris is a great guy; he’s my ex-boyfriend!” You argue, disbelief laced in your voice.
The cop pulls a picture out of his wallet, holding it up in front of you. “This is you, with your parents, and your realboyfriend,” He explains, passing you the picture. You examine it, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Mr. Evans began micro-dosing you with Midazolam, which is a drug that causes retrograde amnesia. It was a small enough amount to cause you to forget your boyfriend, but not your parents. You’d only been with your boyfriend for three months, so it was easier to erase him from your memory,”
You block everything out, memories flooding through your brain. You had gone to the party with your boyfriend that night. You suddenly remember everything, all the way back to the first time you met him. He was kind, he was generous, he was funny…
“Is Tyler okay?” You ask, your head snapping up. The cops sympathetically frown at you, shaking their heads. “If you come with us, we’ll tell you everything,”
You stare straight ahead, locking eyes with the man you thought you knew. The man you thought you were falling for.
The man you thought had saved your life.
It’s been 6 months since the police escorted you out of his home, 6 months since you returned to your normal life. 6 months since you found out Chris murdered your ex-boyfriend, causing your parents to think you suffered the same fate.
6 months since you were told Chris had been stalking you for years, lurking in the background of your friends’ parties, hiding behind the trees of the parks you ran in, doing anything he could to get close to you.
The judge bangs her gavel, causing you to jump. “Ms. Y/L/N, are you listening?”
You gulp, looking over at her. “I’m sorry, can you repeat the question?” You ask, watching the disappointment on her face. Even after knowing what you know about Chris, it’s going to be hard to put him away for life. You know he’s a bad man, but he helped you so much. How could a murderer be so gentle with someone? You remember him in the shower with you, delicate touches as he helped you wash your hair.
He never made a bad comment or tried to touch you. He made you feel so safe.
You remember mornings in the kitchen with him, before he went back to work. He’d flip the pancakes, dropping them on the floor. You’d giggle and shake your head as you pulled out a box of cereal instead. You remember late nights on the couch, when you’d accidentally snuggle up to him as you fell asleep. He’d wrap you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head. He thought you were asleep, but you felt each kiss.
“In your time together, did Mr. Evans ever attempt to harm you?”
Chris stares straight ahead at you, his eyes locked onto yours. You shake your head, a tear falling down your face. “No, quite the opposite,” You say, a dry chuckle falling from your lips.
“Can you elaborate?”
“Chris was great. He was always very gentle and kind, I never had any suspicions that he was a bad man.” You say, watching Chris’s eyes fall to his lap, as if he’s hurt that you called him a bad man.
You see your lawyer shaking his head, disappointed that you didn’t stick to the script. The judge sighs, banging her gavel once again. “Alright. That’s all for today. Court dismissed. The sentencing is scheduled for Friday morning at 10 am,”
You watch everyone get out of their seats, including Chris. His hands are handcuffed behind his back, making him look more dangerous than you believe him to be. Your parents run up to you, helping you off the stand. “Let’s go home, honey. You need to rest,”
You sit on the couch, a bowl of cereal in your hands as you watch the live stream of the sentencing. Your parents are there, but you couldn’t bear to be. You made up some lie about your ribs hurting extra today, but you really couldn’t bear to see Chris be sentenced to life in prison.
You feel guilty, even though you shouldn’t. This man murdered your boyfriend, he messed with your breaks. He tricked you into believing that you had been with him for years.
The head of the jury stands up, his eyes locked onto the paper in front of him. “We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of first degree murder,” He says, knocking the breath out of your lungs. The camera pans to Chris, who can’t even bear to look up.
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of tampering with a vehicle,”
“We, the jury, have found the defendant, Chris Evans, guilty of kidnapping,”
The charges keep rolling in, shocking you with every one. The camera pans back to the judge, silencing the crowd. “I am hereby sentencing Mr. Evans to life in prison, with no parole. Court is adjourned,”
The bowl falls into your lap, your hands flying up to your mouth, the bile creeping up your throat.
You did the right thing, so why do you feel so horrible?
Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.
Chubby Dumpling calling…
No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “…no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”
You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”
Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.
Chubby Dumping
You okay? What happened?
You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.
The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.
Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.
He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.
Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?
Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands.Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y…you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again.He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.
He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts.You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”
“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.
His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.
“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,”without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.
“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”
AN: I’m considering writing a sequel to this one so let me know if I should!
It all started when it was girlfriend number one’s birthday. She loved flowers. He knew nothing about flowers. She knew what each flower represented, which just made the task of buying her some even more difficult. What if Chris accidentally sent her a flower that told her he hated her? Then he would never get laid.
When it came the time to buy flowers for girlfriend number two, it was because Chris was going to meet her parents and wanted to be seen as a respectable gentleman. And girlfriend’s mothers love it when the boyfriend shows up with a nice bouquet.
By girlfriend number five the woman who owned the flower shop Chris frequently entered was known as Flower Girl. She was the woman who saved Chris from picking flowers that meant death and she is also the one to send him off with a beautiful bouquet of lilies for multiple dinner parties. She helped Chris get flowers for his mother, sisters, girlfriends that lasted a for months or even the ones that lasted a week.
Yet, Chris never took the time to learn her name.
This didn’t bother her, per say. Sure, she only had a tiny crush on the guy, okay, maybe a bit bigger than tiny. But Chris was a busy man. A famous actor with little time to get to know people such as a girl who owns a flower shop. Y/N could understand that. So, she did her best to put a smile on her face and bury those feelings.
Chris may have been horrible at remembering or even asking for someone’s name, but he was good at noticing the little things. Like, how Y/N always had a cup of coffee within a five feet radius of her. How she wore blue the most and that must be her favorite color. He noticed how if he came in at lunch she was always eating the same thing, so he assumed that was her favorite food. He also knew that when her day was particularly tough, she would sneak a piece of chocolate from the secret stash behind the counter. Yes, Chris may not know Flower Girl’s name, but he knew lots of other important things about her.
Things began to change one cool spring morning. It was a bit cloudy out, and the air smelled like rain. Y/N was just setting out some new arrangements when Chris burst into her humble shot, face flushed and eyes bulging.
“How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flowers?” He demanded.
“What happened?” Y/N asked, turning to face the angry man before her.
“She cheated on me”
“Karen?”
“With Scott!”
“I thought your brother was gay” Y/N inquired.
“So, did I!” Chris yelled, throwing his arms up in frustration.
Y/N nodded in understanding. “Well, we should start with some geraniums.”
“What?”
“They mean stupidity. I say we add some foxglove, those mean insecurities. Then we should get some meadowsweets and yellow carnations, the perfect combination of uselessness and you have disappointed me. Finally, we shall put in some orange lilies which stand for hatred. Quite a striking bouquet don’t you think? And it’s filled with loathing!” Y/N hadn’t noticed the smile that had appeared on Chris’s face as she bustled around the shop grabbing flowers till she turned back to him.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I’ve been told once or twice” Y/N smiled as she took the bouquet behind the counter and wrapped it up with a black ribbon and then some plastic.
“How much?”
“This one’s on the house. No way am I letting you spend any more money on that bitch” Y/N stated. Chris threw his head back in laughter.
“I owe you one flower- “but Chris paused, not finishing his sentence. “What’s your name?”
“Wha-what?”
“What’s your name?” Chris asked with a small smile. “You must think I’m a total douche bag for never asking you this.”
“No, it’s okay!” You reassured. “My name is Y/N.”
“Y/N…” He whispered, his smile growing. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up as you blushed.
“Well, Y/N, I’m off to passive-aggressively tell Karen to go fuck herself! I’ll see you later!”
“Bye” Y/N whispered as the door closed behind him. You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Accusations of Cheating, fluff
Request:(there were a few requests for some angst to fluff Chris and reader fighting so I’m just going to summarize). Chris is stressed from work and keeps fighting with you. He ends up going to Boston alone for the holidays where he finally realizes everything he’s put you through.
Two and a half long months it had been without Chris being at home and you missed him terribly. The two of you had been dating for three years now and he asked you to move in the week before he left to film his new movie in another country.
To be quite honest, things were perfect in your relationship; there had not even been one big fight. Sure, there were small little disputes here and there, but what relationship didn’t have those? You were always open and honest with each other and your biggest motto in your relationship was to never go to bed angry with each other. If there was some sort of minor dispute, you both always worked it out before bed.
summary: a navigation through your love relationship with Chris. Part 2 of reputation.Enjoy loves <3
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Oh, to love and be loved back. That’s what you always wanted and, for almost all of your life, you thought that feeling -to be in love- was burning red, but it was golden (like daylight)
After touring with Reputation, changing music labels, and signing with Netflix to film one of your concerts, you took a break.
a/n: this was requested. It’s angst with a happy ending and i didn’t know how to end this bc i definitely got carried away, so enjoy <3
warnings: Chris is a jerk who has feelings & Sebastian is a good friend.
“Yes, I have a crush on him. Are you happy now, Mackie?” you admitted to your fellow co-star, who proceed to question you after being done with filming for the day. He and the rest of the group -Hemsworth, RDJ, and Stan- realized your infatuation for the blue-eyed actor that plays Steve Rogers after a few weeks of filming for the new Avengers movie. Maybe they can’t sense how your heart jolted when he spoke to you, but they could clearly see you smiling when he was cracking a joke or getting blushed when he hugged you. They also caught you staring at him when you thought nobody was watching. Yes, you had a crush on Chris Evans.
I giggled as Chris sponged kisses across my lips and cheeks, hands squeezing my hips as he pulled the covers over our bodies. I peered over to Dodger who scowled back at me from the dog bed.
“He’s glaring again.” I laughed.
“You’re in his spot.” Chris smiled back as he looked over at the small dog.
“I’m surprised you don’t make me sleep on the dogs bed when I stay.” I joked as I looped my arms around his neck.
“Well, that was the original plan,” he winked. “But Dodge and I spoke and agreed that since you’re only here two nights a week, you could sleep on the bed.”
I giggled. “Well thanks boys, I appreciate it.”
Chris stared down at me for a moment, smile fading slowly. “I hate it when you’re not here.”
I stroked over his cheeks. “Me too honey,”
“The house feels empty.” He noted with a deep hum.
“If I could I’d stay here all the time,” I reassured with a smile.
Chris faltered for a moment. “Well…you could…if you wanted.”
I frowned. “But what about my place?”
“You could move out, you’re lease is up for renewal next month…” he sat up and I followed after him.
“Are you…you want me…” I stumbled over my words.
Chris began to worry. “Oh god I’ve said too much, ignore me!”
He scrambled out of bed. “Chris, wait!”
I hurried after him as he jogged downstairs to the kitchen, where I followed closely behind him. “It’s dumb, I know, we’ve only been dating a few months and I’ve asked too much, who knows if you even like me that much I mean, the public only just found out we’re together so to them we’re moving really quick and-“
“Chris!” I stopped his rambling as he breathed deeply.
“Yeah?” He winced.
“Of course I’ll move in.” His face dropped but then turned into the brightest smile I’d seen.
“Really?” He inched towards me.
“Yes, really.” I squeaked as he lifted me up and spun around, Dodger bouncing at our feet.
“You mean I get to see you every day?” He beamed up at me.”
“If you can bear it.” I teased.
He placed me down and smiled. “I’m just mesmerised by you.”
I blushed and leant up to kiss his lips. “Ditto.”
He went into the kitchen and started babbling again. “We can redecorate if you want, I know you’re place is a lot more green than mine. But if you want your bed and things we can swap mine for yours, and put mine in the spare room. Oh! And I thought all your plants would look great around the living room and…”
I sat at the table and watched him make coffee, and I couldn’t help the joy that swam through my veins and as I listened to him talk about us.
Having only met Chris a few hours ago, we oddly hit it off. We realised we had the same interests and opinions, ideas and jokes. We spent most of the day talking mindlessly in the garden as everyone mulled around us, a mix of his friends and family.
Now we were in the kitchen as he grabbed another beer and I hopped onto the counter. “Kids?”
I shook my head. “You?”
“No,” he popped the cap. “Want them though.”
“Me too.” I sighed dreamily.
“How many?”
“As many as I can get.” I chuckled, however Chris didn’t.
His eyes seemed to dance with a look I hadn’t seen yet. “Who would you have them with?”
I shrugged and fiddled with the hem of my dress. “I’m not fussy, I just want children.”
“You’re young, you’ve got plenty of time.” He reassured as he stepped a little closer. “Me? My clock is ticking - fast.”
“You’re thirty-nine, hardly dead.” I scoffed.
He shrugged and stepped closer still, abdomen brushing against my bare knees. “Still though, I need kids asap.”
“Who would you have them with?” I asked.
“A nice girl.” He hummed. “Smart, funny, pretty, articulate.”
“Big boots to fill.” I noted.
“You fill them.”
Silence flowed between us as I furrowed my brows, looking into his eyes. He didn’t say another word, simply tilted his head back and took a long sip of his beer.
“Me?” He nodded. “You’d have kids…with me?”
“Would you not have them with me?” I thought over his question for a moment.
“We met four hours ago.” I stated.
“And?”
“I could be a psycho-murderer who collects cocks I’ve cut off.” He choked a little on his beer. “I don’t, but you wouldn’t know.”
I jumped a little as he parted my thighs, cool beer brushing against my skin as he stepped between them. “We’ve talked for the past four hours with no breaks, no silences, just easy conversation. We’ve told each other about family, ex’s, dreams. I may not know every inch of you, but fuck I want to.”
“How would it even work, having children together?” I warily asked as his hands splayed over my knees.
He placed the bottle down. “Well, we would…you know…”
“Obviously.”
“Then I’d take you out whenever you wanted, go wherever you wanted to,” his hands inched up my thighs. “Touch wherever you asked. Then, you’d move in, or we’d find a new place, we’d decorate and prepare for the baby. We’d fall in love.”
My breath hitched as his palms eased under the skirt of my dress, my hands softly coming to run over his biceps. “How could you be so sure we’d fall in love?”
“Because I think I’ve already started.” My eyes widened. “Not yet, but I feel it blossoming.”
“Chris…” his head moved closer to mine, breath fanning over my lips.
“Everyone’s staying tonight,” he whispered. “You stay too.”
“Is that a question or a demand?” I asked.
“Whatever you want.” He chuckled. “Stay up until everyone is in bed.”
I nodded. “Are you sure?” I couldn’t believe what I was getting myself into.
His lips pressed to mine for a matter of seconds before pulling away. “Absolutely.”
The rest of the day we danced around each other, looking at each other from across the room and softly smiling. Chris’ eyes were transfixed on my stomach sometimes and I was positive he was invisioning me swollen with his baby. I caught my brain day dreaming too, imagining a baby in his arms as he softly cooed the little one to sleep.
One by one, everyone either left or went to their designated rooms. The group around the sofa thinned until it was Chris, me and his brother, Scott.
“I’m gonna hit the hay.” Scott sighed as he stood.
“We won’t be long after.” Chris lied from the sofa, peering at me as I sat on an armchair across from him.
“Night guys.”
“Night.” Chris and I said in unison before we were left alone. We both waited for the click of Scott’s door before Chris spoke.
“Alone at last.” He hummed, shuffling a little on the sofa and spreading his thighs. “Come here, baby.”
I stood with shaky legs and nervously folded my hands, standing in front of him. I squeaked as Chris gripped the backs of my knees and tugged me into his lap, my dress rising up exposing my thighs.
My hands rested on his chest. “Are you sure?”
“Are you?” He cocked a brow.
“Yes.” I whispered, leaning down a little. “Is this mad?”
“Completely.” Chris sighed, hands rounding to pinch my behind. “But fuck, I’ve never wanted someone more.”
His lips trailed over my cheek and jaw, sucking softly on the spot below my ear as I rocked my hips against his. “Maybe we should get to know each other better,” I gasped. “Things we haven’t said.”
“What’s your favourite book?” He asked as he harshly fisted the flesh on my behind, aiding my rocking.
“Little Women,” I gasped. “What’s your favourite song?”
“Every Breath You Take,” his voice was muffled in my neck. “Favourite piece of jewellery?”
“A ring my Mum got me when I was eighteen.” I whined as he nibbled in the skin of my neck. “Favourite position?”
“Any.” He pulled back and pressed his lips to mine, quickly tracing my lips with his tongue before pushing in to meet mine.
I moaned and threaded my fingers into his hair, softly pulling. Chris groaned deeply before pushing me onto the sofa and climbing on top of me.
“Please.” I whimpered.
“Fuck,” his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”
His hands hasilty went up my skirt and looped around the band of my underwear and tugged them down. He peered at the plain white knickers.
“I didn’t think I’d be doing this.” I bashfully said.
“Anything on you drives me wild.” He threw haphazardly across the room and focussed back on me. “Gonna be quick baby, okay? I’ll show you what I can do another time.”
I pawed at his chest and peered wide-eyed up at him. “Please.”
He easily pulled himself out and stroked a few times. His tip ran up and down me a few teasing times, testing to see if I’d stop him or recoil. When I simply peered up at him and softly pouted my lips, he eased into me slowly.
His head dropped to rest on mine, eyes boring into mine as he bottomed out. A steady breath ran past his lips and washed over my face.
“Okay?” He asked.
“Yes.” I breathed.
He quickly set to work. His pace was bruising, a man on a mission as he rutted his hips into mine. His hands firstly rested either side of my head as he peered down to where we were connected before he dropped onto his forearms and enclosed around me. His hands stroked over my hair as he closely watched me.
I muled and whined at him, hands skimming over his shoulders, his hair, his cheeks and his lips. His mouth parted as my thumb slipped in. Chris softly sucked the digit as he closed his eyes momentarily and moaned. His teeth skimmed over the skin before I retracted my finger and instead tugged the hair on his head.
His hips easily glided in and out, my legs wrapped around his waist aiding his movements and his thrusts grew more and more sloppy.
“Gonna put a baby in you,” he promised. “Fuck, all day I’ve been thinking of you swollen off my cum.”
“Please, I want your baby.” I whined back.
“Take it,” his groaned as his hips stilled and he emptied into me. “Fucking take it.”
My back arched in pleasure as I screwed my eyes shut and took what he gave me. Chris collapsed on top of me, weight resting on my chest as I looped my arms around his broad shoulders and hugged him right.
“Do you think we made something?” I whispered after a moments silence.
“I hope.” He sighed back, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I think I could love you.”
Chris sat on the floor, small girl stood between his splayed legs, letting her essentially colour in his face. I was handing her make up from the small pouch on my lap, I felt oddly like a nurse handing a surgeon tools to carry out the job. Chris fiddled with his fingers nervously as she gave the finishing touches before stepping back.
“Okay, done.” She proudly turned to me with a wide smile.
I struggled to hold in my laughter.
Chris blinked his blue and pink glittering eyes open and nervously offered me a smile in red. His cheeks had never been so pink, a thick layer of blush on his apples. His eyebrows were a shade or two darker and his cheekbones were cut in with heavy contour.
“You did so good.” I praised the girl who handed Chris a mirror.
His eyes widened as he stared at his reflection. “Do you like it?” She asked.
“I love it.” He said. “Thank you.”
My phone pinged as her mother’s name popped up, letting me know she was five minutes away. Packing up the little girls belongings, Chris hurried into the bathroom before Sophie could see what her daughter had done.
“Thanks for taking care of her.” She warmly smiled as her daughter curled around her leg. “Where’s Chris?”
“Your daughter may have turned him into a Drag Queen.”
Sophie laughed. “She has a habit of doing that with her dad too.”
Once they left I slunk through the house looking for Chris, discovering him in the bathroom with a wet wash cloth desperately scrubbing his face.
“It’s not coming off.” He panicked.
I took the cloth from his hand and quickly soaked a reusable make up pad with make up-remover and tilted his head down to me.
“Let me.” I softly swiped the abomination off his face and had him back to his usual handsome self in no time. “Pink is definitely you’re colour.”
“Shut up.” He chuckled.
I looped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I like watching you with her.”
“Oh yeah?” He cocked a brow. “Why?”
I shrugged and kissed him again. “You’re good with children.”
His hands squeezed my hips as he drew my body flush against his. “Careful now, you’re sounding like you want one.”
“Maybe I do.” I looked into his eyes. “What would you say?”
“I’d say I want one too.” He hummed lowly. “I’d say maybe we should make one now.”
Chris bit down on my neck hard which caused a high pitched whine to escape my lips. He simply thrust into me harder and nibbled on my ear.
“Shut up,” he growled. “You love it when I’m mean.”
I looped my arms around his neck and pouted up at him. “I do, I love it.”
“Whining like a little slut all day,” he groaned. “Fucking desperate for my cock.”
“I am!” I moaned, hands tugging his hair harshly.
Chris squeezed my hips painfullly hard. “Just using me, aren’t you baby? For my cock and money.”
I whimpered and shook my head. “No, no!”
“No?” He darkly chuckled, pressing my legs further into the bed. “Yes you are, ask for that car you want baby, go on.”
I whimpered and shook my head, huffing as he still inside of me. “Please…” I pawed at his chest.
“Won’t fuck you until you ask for that car, and that dress you keep looking at.” He teased with a smirk. “Go on baby, beg me for it.”
My hands cupped his cheeks as a blush crept up my neck. “Please Daddy, I want that car and a pretty dress to wear in it.”
He groaned as his hips snapped. “Yeah? Daddy’ll get it for you, what else?”
“A h-house.” I whimpered as he picked up his pace.
“This one not big enough?” He choked.
I shook my head. “No!”
“Such a little fucking brat,” he moaned. “I’ll get you a house baby, if you promise to fill it with children.”
“I will.” I promised with a kiss to his lips. “I’ll fill it with however many you want.”
“Gonna cum in you baby,” his hips stuttered. “Gonna fill you up.”
Our eyes peered into each other’s. “Please Daddy, I want it.”
His head dropped to rest against mine as he pressed his hips into mine and spilled his load. His hips thrust a few times, head burying into my neck and softly sighing against my hot skin. He pulled back and pressed a searing kiss to my lips.
“I’ll get you that car, and the dress.” He concluded.
I giggled and hugged him tightly. “I don’t want them.”
I watched as Chris made another joke which made the red head laugh far too loudly and place her hand on his thigh. His brows knitted into a frown as he looked down at where she was touching him before subtly moving his leg out of reach. Chris’ eyes searched the room until he found me and he seemed to breath a sigh of relief as he smiled.
I watched as he excused himself and quickly came to sit next to me on the sofa. The music was quiet and smooth as people stood all around us, the red head glaring as Chris gave me all his attention.
“She’s having fun.” I noted, folding my arms.
“Oh come on,” he coaxed my face to look at his. “Don’t pout like that.”
“What joke did you say?” I asked.
“The one about the ketchup and salad dressing.” He hummed back, hand stroking over the soft skin of my cheek before running through my hair.
“That’s not even a funny one.” I grumbled back.
“Someone’s bitter.” He playfully winked, lips dipping down to brush against my ear. “Don’t worry, she’s nothing compared to you.”
I couldn’t help the blush that was creeping up my neck. “I still don’t like her eyes on you.” I confessed as I caught her peering behind someone she was talking to, eyes closely looking at Chris.
He looked over his shoulder and softly chuckled, turning back to me. “No interest what so ever.”
“I’m very suspicious that everyone who sees you, wants you.” I looked at him through my lashes.
His face softened for a moment. “I’ve never felt more paranoid than next to you, because you don’t even realise how many people would kill me to have you.”
I rolled my eyes. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
I giggled. “I’m not entirely sure how I tricked you.”
Chris shuffled closer to me, both hands grasping my cheeks and looking deeply into my face. “I’d let you ruin me…I want you to ruin me.”
I furrowed my brows. “I love you.”
“Do you mean it?” He warily asked.
“Of course.” I sighed.
“I love you,” he kissed me. “I adore you, and I’ll worship you until the end of my days.”
I let out a deep breath as I felt an arm loop around my waist and pull me closer to a warm body. I shuffled a little, snuggling back down into the pillows, but a low groan pulled me away from sleep. I wiggled again and jumped when Chris pinched my hip.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.” His voice heavy from sleep, warning me.
“I could finish it.” I hummed back.
I gasped as Chris rolled his hips against my behind. “We both know I’d be the one to finish it.”
I shuffled in his hold to face him. His eyes were closed but fluttered open to peer at me. I softly and innocently smiled before trailing my hand down his chest to where he lay, half-hard. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as I wrapped my hand around him.
“Really?” I pecked his lips once.
His hand came to softly run over my cheek before tightly gripping my jaw, fingers sinking into my skin as I let out a small squeak.
“Be good and finish me then.” He sighed.
I did as I was told and set to work. I brought my palm to my mouth, laying my tongue flat and licking up. Chris eyed me carefully, watching my movements as I wiggled my hand beneath the covers. I teased him, running my fingers absentmindedly around his abdomen, brushing around the small amount of hair that grew there.
“What were you dreaming about?” I whispered. Chris grip on my jaw had slackened and now his fingers explored the features of my face, focussing on my bottom lip.
“You,” he hummed, letting out a small moan as I wrapped my hand around him. “Always of you.”
“Me?” I giggled innocently, slowly teasing his tip with my thumb. “What about me?”
“Those tits.” He firmly stated before pawing at my chest.
I gasped and accidentally squeezed him too hard, causing his forehead to rest against mine. “Easy, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.” I bashfully said, muling as he pinched my nipples.
“Keep going.” He encouraged.
I began to slowly flick my wrist, feeling over the smooth and silky skin of his shaft. I could feel his pulse on the sizeable vein that ran up his underside. As I moved back down my index finger bumped against his thigh, Chris jumped a little.
“Tell me what you dreamt about me.” I requested, my sentence ending with a breathy moan as Chris continued to assault my chest.
“Spreading you out baby,” he strained. “Making you moan the pretty way you do.”
A deep groan left his lips as I squeezed him softly, stroking tightly and flicking my wrist faster.
“Which hole?” His eyes rolled back at my question, fingers tightening around my nipple causing me to whine in slight pain.
His forehead left mine and eyes looked down at my bare body. “Such a filthy mouth and mind,” he said. “Any hole baby, I don’t care.”
His head dipped to my chest where he took my nipple in his mouth and harshly sucked, teeth grazing before clamping on the already tender skin. One thing I had discovered about Chris is that the media was wrong, he wasn’t an ass man, he was mesmerised by tits. Frankly, he struggled to keep his hands off me.
“That hurts.” I pathetically hummed as I pulled away from him a little.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he cooed as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “I just wanted to taste you.”
I kissed him back feverishly as he moaned into my mouth. “Does my hand feel good?” I mumbled against his lips.
“I’m gonna cum.” He quickly said. “Fucking hell, those words and your hand alone…”
“Please, Chris…I want to make you feel good.” I moaned.
His hips stuttered, thrusting against my palm. His head tilted back a little, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly agape as breathy moans tumbled past his lips. His hand under the pillow clamped around the material, his other squeezing my hip until I’m sure it left bruises.
He emptied onto my bare thigh, warm and wet against my skin. Once he’d come back down from his high, he tugged me closer to his body.
“Good girl.” He sighed into my neck. His hand carefully went to inspect my breast, running over the bruise that was already forming. “Sorry.”
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck and weaved my hands into his messy hair. “It’s alright.” I excused.
Chris hated watching people get ready for bed. He found it the most off putting, unsexy thing he’d ever witnessed and found this with every person he’d been with. It didn’t matter; a girlfriend, Scott, his mother - whoever, he found it awful.
Until he met her.
Staying round a partners house for the first time is always awkward, showing the most honest and vulnerable part of yourself by how you acted in the private of your home was something to be marvelled by. Chris had spent the whole evening anticipating the dreaded nightly routine, and when that time rolled around, he sat patiently in bed waiting for the moment to be over.
But he found himself mesmerised.
It started with her stripping from her lounge clothes, shrugging on an oversized hand tee which she explained had been from her student days of cheap concerts and even cheaper drinks. She was practically swimming in it and Chris found himself wanting to see her in his clothes.
She chatted mindlessly about work and other things as she gently removed the make up from her face with a cotton pad and some sort of water - micellar water she later said - before moving to the bathroom.
He could see her through the mirror, the bathroom only small. She washed her face, covered in foam and she drew a small heart on her cheek before washing it off. She hummed as she brushed her teeth, holding her hair back as she spat into the sink.
She walked back into the bedroom and sat at the small desk with a mirror on it, the space cluttered in make up and lotions. Again, Chris watched her through the mirror.
She inspected her face momentarily before applying a healthy amount of eye cream. She pat it dry before picking up a bottle of liquid - serum as she later explained - and squeezed droplets onto her face. Again, she pat it in. Finally, she spread a small amount of face cream into her fingers before gently rubbing it into her skin, dragging the excess down her neck.
Lastly, she brushed her hair. She braided it down her back and secured it with a blue hair band before turning to Chris and smiling. She added lip balm before hopping into bed along side him.
“What’s wrong?” She frowned.
Chris shrugged. “Nothing - just like watching you.”
She’d changed many things about him, but that one he truly wasn’t expecting.
“This is Chris and Scott in the bath.” Lisa cooed as she passed the photo over to me.
I peered down at the photo and desperately tried to suppress my laugh. “They were very cute.”
“Oh! Here’s Chris right after we told him we were moving to London-“
“Okay, that’s enough.” Chris snatched the photo of him crying hysterically and shoved it deep within the box of photos Lisa had brought over.
I laughed loudly as he blushed with embarrassment. “But I want to see!” I attempted to grab the box but he held it high above his head.
Lisa stood, shaking her head, and gathered the box from her sons hand. “I should go, getting dark.” A swift kiss on both our cheeks, she was out the door.
“That was amazing.” I sighed with a giggle.
“It’s isn’t fair your parents live on the other side of the world,” Chris grumbled as he collapsed onto the sofa. “I hardly ever see your baby photos.”
“I was a very cute baby, if I do say so.” I sat beside him. “But wow…the bead necklace? You were cool.”
“It was a different time.” Chris whined as he buried his head into my neck.
I chuckled again and kissed his forehead. “I’m sure you were the pinnacle of fashion.”
He snorted and stood. “Can’t believe your harassing me in this way.”
That sparked an idea in my head. The next month I spent gathering things to pull my prank, and I finally had it all together. I slipped on a dark blue denim shirt, pulled on my wig which I’d cut neatly into a bowl cut and swiftly looped the beaded necklace around my neck.
I looked just like him, at least when he was twelve.
I walked out into the kitchen where Chris was cooking one of his famous Sunday brunches. His head cocked once I heard my footsteps padding against the floor.
“Don’t turn around!” I quickly said. “I’ve put on something…very sexy for you.”
“What?” Chris’ interest considerably peaked.
“I’ve been putting this little number together for a few weeks now,” I teased. “And I think you’ll find me irresistible.”
“Let me see, baby.” His deep voice rumbled out.
“Close your eyes and turn around.” He did as he was told. “Open.”
“Maybe we should - oh for fucks sake.”
I spread my arms wide and laughed. “Ta-da! I’m you!”
His head was thrown back as he deeply laughed, eyes casting to me after a moment. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“You don’t like it?” I spun around.
“I hate it.” He laughed. “Why? Why do you do this? How much effort did this take?”
“Cos it’s fun and too much.” I smoothed over the shirt.
“Take it off, now.”
“Are you joking? I need to recreate your school photos.”
“Not an inch over what you’ve asked.” Chris winked at me through the mirror. “Come on baby, I did Scott’s just last week.”
“That was shaving Christopher, this is styling.” I noted with emphasis. “Just don’t get scissor happy.”
“Yes, okay, now be quiet, I need to work.” He dramatically feigned.
He concentrated awfully hard, snipping away here and there. Lockdown had got to our household quickly, Scott and Chris shaving each other’s heads last week. My hair became long and unmanageable and Chris said he’d cut it.
Looking at myself now, I regret it.
“It’s not that bad.” Scott winced. “It’s very…french.”
I cried into the mirror as Chris sheepishly looked at me. “I have a bob, a wonky bob!” I wailed.
“I could even it-“
“You aren’t coming bloody near me!” I snapped as Chris attempted to correct his mistake.
“I’m an actor, what do you expect!”
“So this is my fault now?”
“It’ll grow back.” Scott interrupted our little argument with a promised.
I wiped my tears. “I hate you boys.”
They both sniggered at each other. I really did hate them.
Chris peered down at me with the same glint in his eye I’d seen so many times, watching me closely as my chest heaved up and down. He was close, chest bumping against mine, hand reaching out to graze against my knuckles.
“You’ve chosen him?” He lowly asked.
“I…that’s not…” I fumbled over my words as my eyes drifted to his lips.
“You just said we needed to end our little affair.” He said. “That’s choosing him, no?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then what is it?” His hands took mine, bringing them up to plant on his chest.
His hands squeezed my hips, slowly inching my skirt up so he could nuzzle his fingers against my warm flesh.
“I met him first.” I weakly excused.
“But you fell for me first.” Before I could utter a word back, Chris pressed a hasty kiss to my lips.
I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his neck, flushing my body against his. His hands squeezed the skin on my hips before skimming round to grab my behind. I opened my mouth to gasp which was swallowed by Chris’ tongue.
He easily won control as he pushed me backwards until my calves hit the frame of the bed. A squeak left my lips as Chris pushed me back, a small chuckle leaving his lips as I wide-eyed peered to at him.
“You can still leave.” He taunted as he crawled up my body, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
“No.” I quickly huffed as I weaved my fingers into his hair.
Chris bit his lip, I could see his mind thinking. “I won’t touch you till you say you love me,” he bargained. “Won’t fuck you till you say you’ll leave him.”
“Chris.” I whined, bucking my hips to gain any sort of friction.
His hands soothed over my hair and he smiled down at me. “Forcing your hand, Princess, I know you want me.”
“But-“
“Admit it.” He interrupted. “I can see it in your eyes, say it.”
I twisted beneath him, letting out a low, frustrated sigh before settling my eyes on him. He cocked a brow, challenging me.
He was right, he always was. It was his best and worst quality.
“I love you,” I hummed, keeping eye contact. “And I’ll leave him.”
Chris offered me a wide smile. “That’s my girl.”
I practically glowed at his praise, smiling warmly as his head went to the crook of my neck and began to gently assault the skin with nips of his teeth. I muled, giggling a little as Chris rutted his hips against mine. His hands inched my skirt up to bunch around my waist, fingers toying with the small bow on my underwear.
“No lace?” Usually I dressed up when I came round. “You really were going to end things?”
I nodded. “I was.”
“But I said otherwise.” He growled as he slowly crawled back down my body, pressing an absentminded kiss to the bow.
I whimpered. “I’m glad.” I confessed.
“Me too.” Was the last thing he said before he pushed my underwear to the side and delved his tongue into me.
Another growl escaped his lips as he finally tasted me, and he licked like a man starved. I bucked my hips and grasped his hair tightly, rocking gently in rhythm with his tongue. His strong hands forced my thighs apart, painfully pushing them to the bed.
When he finally resurfaced, his beard was glistening with me and when pressed his lips to mine, I could taste myself. I moaned and prolonged the kiss by grabbing the back of his neck, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.
“Why did you want to end things now?” Chris asked as he pulled himself from his jeans, stroking gently as he looked for my answer.
“He asked me to marry him.”
Chris stopped his actions with a deep frown. “You said yes?” I nodded. “Why?”
“I thought I was supposed to,” I whispered. “But…”
“But what?” He pressed.
“But I found myself wishing it was you on one knee.” As I finished my sentence he eased into me, causing a breathy moan to escape my lips.
“I would,” he strained as he bottomed out. “I’d ask you a million times with a million rings.”
“Really?” I gasped as Chris began to rock his hips at a steady pace.
“Yes Princess, if it meant I could have all of you and not some.” His forehead pressed against mine as he deeply groaned. “So fucking tight…”
I whimpered as he harshly snapped his hips. “You already have all of me.”
“What would you say?” He asked.
“Yes!” I cried as the tips of his fingers rubbed my bundle of nerves.
“Yes to me or because I’m going to make you cum?” He asked with an evil smirk.
“Both!” I screamed as I came undone around him, arching my back and pushing my head into the mattress. I saw stars as I drew my thighs up, arms outstretched beside me as I fisted the bedsheets.
I relaxed my body and gazed up at him. “You’re a vision.” He lovingly breathed.
“Please…” I begged as my hands softly stroked over his beard.
Chris wound his eyes tightly shut and bit down on his lip, a long groan escaping his throat as his hips stilled and he emptied into me. His mouth fell open, hot breaths fanning over me as he thrust a few more times before collapsing onto me, resting his weight on his forearms beside me.
I led on the sofa, utterly miserable, softly running my hand over my protruding belly. Dodger lay peacefully beside me as Chris banged around the house, doing whatever he does when the mid-day blues hit him. Finally he came to join me, pressing a kiss to his unborn child first before pressing a kiss to me.
“Hi, honey.” He smiled. I folded my arms and turned away from him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m miserable.” I huffed.
“Why?” Chris sat up a little and coaxed my head to look at him.
“I want this baby out of me.” I sighed. “I’m bored of being pregnant.”
“I know, but only a couple more weeks and then you’ll be back to normal.” He kindly reassured.
I scoffed. “Normal? My vagina is going to be a wreck, a bloody wreck Christopher.”
He pursed his lips. “Your vagina will be beautiful as it always is.”
“Oh yeah? How come you won’t watch birthing videos with me then?” I challenged with a cocked brow.
Chris faltered for a moment. “Look, I’ll happily watch you give birth but no way am I seeing a women I’ll never know scream in agony for hours on end.”
“You aren’t making me feel better.” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry, honey, but-“
“This is all your fault anyway.” I accused half-heatedly.
He frowned. “How?”
“You and your penis, impregnating me.” I snapped. “If you learnt to keep it in your pants, we wouldn’t be here.”
“I seem to remember you begging me for a baby.” He noted back with a sly smirk. “What was it? Daddy please fuck me till I’m pre-“
I scrambled to clamp my hand over his mouth as Chris chuckled. “That’s not fair.”
He grasped my wrist and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Well get used to it, we’ve got at least two more to make.”
I sighed and slumped back into the sofa. “Can you carry them next time?”
Chris laughed and stood, stooping down to press a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll get a womb transplant for you.” He promised.
“And who said we had no charm in our relationship?”
Chris snorted and wiggled the razor in his hand. “And?”
I whined. “Don’t shave, you look so good with a beard.”
He chuckled and walked over to the bed, hand running up my bare leg and squeezing my thigh absentmindedly.
“Come on, it’s getting long and I want it gone.” I pouted my lips as Chris hauled me off the bed and threw me over his shoulder.
I squeaked as he slapped my behind which had become exposed as the large shirt I wore rose up. “Fine, but you’re making dinner tonight as punishment.”
“Done and done.” He planted me on the floor outside our bathroom before heading in.
I followed closely behind him. “Bum, loo, now.” I bossily ordered, to which Chris happily obliged.
I ran the water, grabbed the shaving foam, took the razor from Chris and found a fluffy towel before turning to him.
“The trust you have in my is impressive.” I noted as I lathered his jaw with foam.
“Now you’re making me nervous.” He joked.
I concentrated hard and as a result conversation lagged. Chris’ hands continued to squeeze over my bare legs and hips as I worked, finding entertainment in my constant batting away.
“Lip.” He tucked in his top lip as I easily removed the hair. “Chin.” He did the same for his bottom lip.
I wiped away the excess foam from his face and looked down at him. “And?” He asked, wiggling his brows.
I scrunched my nose. “It isn’t fair you always look good.”
“Aw, thanks honey.” I giggled as he stood and wrapped his arms around me, leaning most of his weight onto me as I stumbled back with a shout.
“Want me to do your back?” I joked.
“We aren’t there yet.” He laughed. “We definitely need to get to the asshole stage first.”
I shoved him off. “Christopher that’s disgusting!” I laughed.
“I should shave your legs.” He hummed, once again feeling over my thighs.
I sat on the loo and held my legs up high. “Shave me.”
I led under the tree with a book in hand, lazily reading over the pages. My legs stuck out into the sun in hopes of gaining some colour whilst the top half of me was in the cool shade. Dodger had long abandoned me for his bed inside, his thick fur struggling in the Boston summer. I’d heard him bark a few times and I suspected Chris was home, but I opted to let him discover my relaxed position.
Almost on que, he came swaggering into the back garden. He wore a loose fitting t shirt and shorts, bare feet padding across the grass as Dodger happily bounded beside him. Shades covered his pale blue eyes but I could see him eyeing my exposed frame, the skirt of my dress pushed up my thighs.
“Hello Doll.” Chris rumbled out as he peered down at me.
I peeped over the rim of my book before teasingly pulling it to cover my face, suppressing my giggle by biting my lip.
“Ignoring me?” He mocked hurt.
Once again I made no effort to speak, not even nudging the book from my face as I pretended to read.
“Let’s see how long this lasts.” He hummed before moving to lay down, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me.
His hand ran over the hot skin of my thigh and I somehow kept my composure, not moving a muscle as he drew lazy circles into the skin. Raising his brows at my lack of reaction, he pinched the skin.
“Impressive.” He muttered when I again didn’t respond.
Quickly, he shuffled down my thighs, resting on his stomach. My grip on the book tightened as I fought with myself to keep my cool. Chris hooked his arms around my thighs and tugged me closer so his head was resting between my splayed legs.
His beard scratched against my skin as he pressed absentminded kisses along my thigh, his sunglasses slipping down his nose slightly which allowed me a glimpse at his soft eyes.
“Nothing?” He questioned, being met with my silence still.
I jumped as he bumped his nose against my clothes core, smirking a little as he finally received some sort of acknowledgment he was here. Slowly and teasingly his fingers looping around the band of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, throwing to haphazardly to the right of us.
“Not even a whimper?” He chuckled as he kissed the apex of my thigh.
He sponged kisses teasingly over me, ever so gently grazing his tongue over the flushed skin. I bucked my hips once again, knuckles turning white around the edges of my book. Chris quickly pressed his forearm against my stomach.
“Gotta ask for it,” he said. “Gotta ask to have my tongue.”
I prayed our neighbours weren’t in their gardens. “Chris…” I softly whined, closing the book and throwing it with my underwear.
“There she is.” He mused. “Come on, ask.”
“Please!” My hands delved into his hair as he nudged his sunglasses further up his nose.
“Be good.” He hummed with a smirk.
“Please taste me.” I pathetically whimpered.
“With pleasure.” He uttered before finally moving forward.
He licked a bold stripe up my centre, moaning lowly as I let out a breathy whine. His fingers moved to spread my open, tongue zigzagging up until he reached my bundle of nerves. Swiping to and fro, his tongue softened to lap against me.
Lips closing around my small bud and softly sucked, I couldn’t control the quiet moans that tumbled past my lips as my back arched off the grass.
I jumped as Dodger began to lick my face. “Get off!” I shoved the pooch away who sulked off into the house. Chris couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest. “You’ve stopped.”
“Sorry Ma’am.” He winked back.
His lips wrapped back around my clit as he ruthlessly sucked, tugging the bud gently between his lips before letting it go. One hand held me open as his other teased my entrance with his thick fingers, easing gently in.
He pumped a few times before adding another. Chris pulled back to admire his work, thumb swirling against my clit. His sunglasses had fallen down again and I witnessed the mischievous glint in his eye.
“Taste so sweet,” he mused. “Like candy.”
“Chris, I’m…please…” I babbled as my back once against arched.
“Gonna cum?” He asked as he curled his fingers.
I fisted the grass beside me. “Yes! There, there!” I implored.
Chris dove in without another word and mercilessly flicked his tongue rapidly against my bud. His fingers carried on stroking me as his tongue easily worked the bundle of nerves which grew more and more sensitive by the second.
I was seeing stars as I lengthy moan left my lips, Chris humming against me as I came. He licked at me lazily before kissing up my body, resting his face above mine.
I was flushed a deep red as I peered up at him. “Stopped ignoring me?”
“Everyone turn to page sixty-three, I want you to read is and then discuss with the person next to you the implications of this event on the US Congress.” I spoke to the class of groaning teenagers and the sound of pages fluttering against each other filled the room.
I turned to see Max, a notorious troublemaker, with his hand raised and a smirk on his lips. “Mrs?”
“Yes.” I smiled through my pain.
“What’s that on your neck?” The whole class giggled as I quickly covered the hicky with my hair, which had blown my cover.
“A bruise.” I said. “But I don’t think that question is on the page in front of you.”
“It’s a hicky.” He accused as he shoved his friend next to him.
I rolled my eyes. “You can either work in here quietly, or out in the snow quietly, where would you like to go?”
Max grumbled but stayed put. The rest of the day I spent covering my neck with my hair out of pure anxiety someone would notice. On the way home, I could almost cry out of embarrassment but willed away the tears.
Walking into our house, I quickly found Chris in the sofa, Dodger cuddled into his chest as they watched some obscure documentary on Rasputin.
“Rasputin had an eleven inch-“
I shut off the telly. “Hello, how was your day?” Chris stood, the small pooch sliding off him, as he began to approach me.
“I’m mad at you.” I quickly concluded with folded arms.
Chris’ brows furrowed. “What did I do?”
I moved my hair and showed him the deep purple hicky on my neck. “This!”
He stiffled his laughter. “I seem to remember you enjoying that.”
“I don’t enjoy one of my students pointing it out in front of a class of thirty hormonal teenagers.” I huffed.
Chris burst out laughting and tugged me into his chest. “I’m sorry honey, I get carried away.”
“I know you do.” I mumbled into his chest as I looped my arms around his waist. “I like them, but just leave them somewhere else.”
I giggled as Chris leant down to nibble on the lobe of my ear. “Get to the bedroom now and we can experiment on where best I can mark you.” He growled.
