Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
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You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here:
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Chris came back from filming later that evening pleased to see you’d arrived. He greeted you like always with a long embrace and a kiss just as nice. However, it didn’t feel quite right. Something was off. And as the evening progressed it became very clear to Chris that something was very off. You didn’t seem as happy about being in DC like he’d thought. Normally whenever you’d come see him during filming it was the greatest thing in the world because it was something you both looked forward to and enjoyed immensely. But this time something was up.
So, watching you from across the room, Chris decided he needed to take action.
“Why the sour face?”
“Shut up.”
Chris couldn’t help snickering a bit at your remark.
“Ohh. Now, I know someone’s in a sour mood.”
You hid your face in your pillow. You felt the bed dip and became aware of his presence next to you on the bed. You could feel Chris’ hand on your lower back rubbing it softly.
“C'mon, bubs…talk to me”
“You’re gonna laugh at me”
“Nah, of you? Never.”
You rolled over on your side facing Chris. Face still nestled in the pillow.
“I saw the pictures and videos from set today.”
“Oh.”
“It’s just -”
“Work.”
“I know! But still - not the greatest thing to wake up to seeing your boyfriend making out with someone else on a freaking boardwalk. Looking all loved up. I mean, you look like this amazing power-couple. And I know that you got great chemistry from filming ‘Knives out’ and then she couldn’t even keep her hands off you. So forgive me for feeling a bit put off-”
You watched Chris scrunch his face trying to refrain from laughing. You sat up pulling the pillow with you, planting several pillow-punches towards Chris
“See!? You said you wouldn’t laugh… Asshole.”
“Babe, I’m sorry I just find it hard to believe that you’d be jealous of Ana.”
“Oh!? Well sure, why wouldn’t I be jealous of someone so gorgeous, funny, smart, pretty, body like -”
“Y/N, seriously”
“Yeah, seriously. Of course, I’m jealous and -”
You took a deep breath as you stared down at your hands folded under the pillow. You didn’t dare to look at Chris as the truth crept up on you. Your cheeks felt warm and you pondered whether or not to tell him the entirety of the situation.
“I’m not like her or any other Hollywood star…I’m just plain old me. Nothing special or anything over the top.”
“Y/N…”
“Chris, you could have anyone and- Yes, maybe it comes off as jealousy but… Sometimes I don’t know if I’m good enough for you or even worthy of your love. I’m just me.”
“Don’t be stoopid.”
You let out a small scoff at your boyfriend hearing his Bostonian accent come out. You glanced at him quickly before averting your attention elsewhere.
But he saw it that very second. Chris’ face softened as he saw the look on your face.
You hid your face in your pillow once more feeling embarrassed, upset and now ‘stoopid’.
“Hey, look at me please.”
Face still closely nestled in the pillow, you turned your head so you could look at him. You saw there was no goofy smile or grin. He looked very serious. His blue eyes piercing into yours.
Chris laid down, on his side facing you.
“You’re not enough-”
Your eyes turned glossy the second he said the words.
“- You’re everything and so much…so much more than enough.”
You let out small gasp not realizing you’d been holding your breath. Chris snuggled closer to you, taking your hands in his. He pulled your hands to him, pressing soft kisses on the back of your hands. Your eyes welled up at his words and the gesture.
“You’re right… You’re just you. And ‘just’ you is what it is. It’s the woman that I fell in love with. That is everything that I want. I don’t want anybody else. Why on earth would I want someone else?”
You couldn’t help the watery laugh coming from you. Chris leaned down, kissing your forehead before pressing a long, soft kiss on your lips. You melted into the kiss inching closer to him. Chris wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer. You felt him caressing your back as you buried your face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent.
“I love you.”
He whispered in your ear holding you close. You could see and feel the love Chris felt for you.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
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You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
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You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Him. His body. His touch. Him. His embrace. His love. Him. His cock. His arms. Him. Specifically his cock.
After some good fucking it always put you right to sleep. Or a great orgasm.
The more you thought about it the more desperate you got. You could make out the outline of his entire body as he laid there next to you oblivious to you and your mind.
You considered bringing out your little vibrator to relieve yourself. But that would wake him up and you knew he needed his sleep having started filming. You didn’t want to bother him with your neediness.
Then you rolled onto your side a bit further away from his sleeping form. Your hand crept below the covers and down your panties. You began circling your clit, slow strokes. You’d gotten a bit wet from earlier when looking at Chris and thinking about him.
Closing your eyes, you started fantasizing about you and Chris. Your hand worked well but after some minutes… nothing happened. You couldn’t make yourself come.
You grew even more desperate.
You spit in your hand trying to see if you needed more lubrication. Nothing. Your changed patterns. Nothing. Speed. Nothing. Pressure. Nothing.
You let out a hiss of frustration. You tried flicking yourself down there. Chris had done it before where it sent a spark through you. Now, as you tried copying him, nothing happens. Absolutely fucking nothing.
You glanced over your shoulder looking at Chris who seemed to be sleeping still. You were surprised that you hadn’t woken him up considering who you’d been squirming and wiggling.
You tried once more, your hand growing tired and your willpower giving up.
“Do you need a hand?” His voice was hoarse from sleeping.
Your body shook and then stilled, startled by Chris. You slowly arched your neck, locking eyes with him.
“How long have you been awake?” Your own voice was timid and dry.
“Long enough.”
Shame and embarrassment filled you as he stared at you. His blue eyes pierced into yours in the almost dark room. You wanted to die…. But most importantly you wanted to come preferably before dying due to acting like a shameless hoe.
“So, does my girl need a hand?”
“Yes…”
You looked elsewhere trying to avoid his eyes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
You moaned at his words and instantly you were pinned underneath him. He hovered over you as he pulled down your panties completely. You were already squirming and panting in anticipation.
“So desperate… so needy.”
Your thighs trembled as one hand disappeared between your bodies. Your legs went around his waist. You sucked in a sharp inhale as his large hand cupped your sex shortly followed by his thumb grazing your clit. And just like that…You were getting wetter by the seconds. The moment from when he touched you. He dragged his fingers up and down your wet folds.
“You want to come?”
“Yess, please”
“Hmmm… Saw how you practically dry-humped the bed like some dumb girl.”
You let out a soft cry as he continued to tease you.
“I couldn’t- couldn’t fall asleep. An- an orgasm normally helps.”
“Yeah, I know… - You should’ve asked me for help.”
“Mhmm…”
You let out a soft wail as he studied you whilst grazing your waiting and desperate core.
“Hmm, so why didn’t you ask?” Your moan turned into a groan as he slowed down his hand.
You whined like the pathetic horny bitch you were. You tried urging him on, grabbing his hand only to have your hands pulled up above your head. Chris held onto your wrists with one hand while the other supported his weight.
“No, no, no. If you had done the right thing and been the good girl I know you can be, you would’ve said…”
“Chris!”
You tried rolling your hips against him in vain. He wouldn’t budge.
“Ah ah, not what I was looking for.”
Chris let go of your hands but gave you a look that told you to keep them above your head still.
The hand slowly moved down towards your aching core.
“What were you going to say then?”
“Please, fuck me. Help me fall asleep-OH, God!”
He began fucking you with his thick finger.
“Yes… what else?”
Chris placed kisses in the column of your neck as you continued squirming underneath him.
“Chris, I need you to Fuck me-”
“Hmmm, that’s good…and yet you didn’t?”
You whined… he was now torturing you slowly.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to burden you.”
“Hmm.”
Chris quickened his movements making you moan.
“Hey, look at me.”
You opened your eyes, finding him staring at you.
“You’re never a burden to me…Do you hear me?”
“Mhm-OH.”
You tried focusing which became harder and harder as you were inching closer to your climax.
Chris replaced his wet fingers with his throbbing cock. He slid right in. Your heat welcomed the lovely intrusion. Like always. ‘Oh mother of God, he just slipped right in.’
Your hands went around his neck holding onto him as he moved inside you. Precise and smooth movements. You shudder as one of his hands dips down between the two of you, finding your clit. He kept thrusting in and out keeping a steady rhythm. He kissed you, taking your breath away. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought out yours. It was a battle of dominance that you were more than willing to lose.
You were seeing stars. He sped up as you started quivering underneath him. Your walls gripped him ever so tightly. You were close.
You came with loud moans of pleasure. You felt tears pricking your eyes finally having reached your much needed climax. Chris kept lazily thrusting trying to squeeze every last bit of your orgasm out. You clenched around him making him hiss. Chris collapsed on top of you, face in the crook of your neck kissing the soft skin. He felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt him caress the side of your face as you came down from your high. You felt tingly all over.
Afterwards, Chris stayed where he was. He moved slightly so you could both lie comfortably. Tangled up with each other. He did however stay inside you, softening cock inside your vagina.
“I think I’ll stay right here…Hmm?”
You softly let out a hum in agreement. One leg was thrown across his hip as the other plopped down against the mattress.
Cockwarmning was something you both very much enjoyed. No secret about that.
Chris couldn’t help but gaze at your naked form before him. Your hair was surprisingly not that messed up from his hand rummaging through it moments earlier. There was a small layer of sweat coating your skin. Your lips, puffy from kissing him. Your head turned a bit sideways from where his head was. You looked blissful.
You were blissful in that moment. Well and thoroughly fucked. You were filled with his warm seed that was safely nestled inside you.
Yes, this was what you needed. The best and most wanted remedy for insomnia. ‘God yes, this was it’ you thought in your haze. You could feel yourself slipping further into a light slumber.
Chris moved again bringing you with him so that he was on his back and you were lying halfway on top of him. Still connected. Still heavenly connected. You let out a small whine but cuddled up to him. One hand drew patterns on your bare back.
“Y/N.”
You lifted your head slightly so you could look at him before falling asleep.
“I meant what I said… - There’s nothing that you could ever do or say that would bother me- You’re never going to be a burden to me. Okay?”
He grabbed your chin with his one hand.
“Mmm, okay.”
“Okay?”
You hummed.
Chris placed a kiss on your lips which you reciprocated gladly. He tugged you even closer as he gave you one last long kiss.
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
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“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
Feel free to check out my other stories. Here —> Master List.
“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
“Aww, you loved the movie?”
“Yes, the movie where it was animated and almost cute-ish but this-”
“Y/N. You wikeit. I know it.”
“It’s just wrong but- I told you to get something cool and sweet and then this is what you do?”
“What’s so wrong about this?”
“This is the last time that I let you be in charge of costumes.”
“Y/N.”
You point to him while continuing.
“You’re nicely dressed up and then there’s these two.”
“What?”
You looked down at dodger who wiggled his tail happily next to Chris not a care in the world.
“Chris, they’re dressed up as rats!?”
“Babe! Cute rats, tho.”
Chris grinned at you, holding your almost 1 year old son in his arms. Brady, only giggled as Chris blew air on his belly making the boy squeal. He made grabby hands in your direction.
“Ain’t this the cutest rat you’ve ever seen?”
Seeing all of your boys this happy, you couldn’t fight the smile forming.
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“But I’m serious, this is the last time that you get to dress my babies as rats.”
“Fine.”
You snapped plenty of pictures for both yours and Chris’ family knowing that they’d love them.
“Oh, wait! There’s more.”
You squint your eyes at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, honey - you didn’t think I forgot about you?”
“if you think I’ll be dressing up as a rat then you’re mistaken.”
“No, no. I got something else in mind. It’s on the dresser.”
You walked back into your shared bedroom where your costume was laid on top of the dresser.
‘He’s dead.’
A while later…
“Ayy, look at mommy. Doesn’t she look good?”
Brady let out some happy babbles.
“Really, Chris?”
“Yeah! It completes the whole thing.”
You shot him a look yet a smile on your face.
“I don’t know if I would more rather be dressed up as a rat than this. I feel-”
“Super cuteeee just like the rest of us.”
You managed to snap some group pictures of the four of you. It did look good. Oddly enough.
“But I still think you would’ve made a damn good looking rat.”
You slapped his bicep with your toy spoon.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Can’t. It’s in my genes.”
He smiled cheeky at you before pointing to your son who looked just as cute and happy.
(** The pics are what I pictured in my head when I wrote it. It’s hella cute tho.**) AND just imagine Dodger in a rat costume as well.
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
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Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
Author Note :
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Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
You glance at him.
“Nothing is wrong? Should there be something wrong?”
Chris gave you a sideways look as he drove.
“You tell me.”
There was a moment of silence. You remained quiet.
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“Did I do something to upset you or make you mad?”
“Do I seem mad or upset?”
“Well… No not really but I know something is off because-”
You shake your head a bit still not following your boyfriend.
“Y/N, we’ve been driving for like 40 minutes and you’re just sitting there quietly… Silent and-”
“Am I not allowed to do that? Enjoy some peace and quiet?”
“We don’t do that.”
You quirk your eyebrows at him, now completely lost.
“We don’t what? Know how to be quiet?”
“Yeah, we’re the exact opposite, Y/N. We’re a loud couple.”
You let out a small hum.
“Okayyy, well maybe all the more reason why I might enjoy me some quiet time.”
“Okay but if it’s only that… I just feel like there’s something wrong.”
“Chris, there’s nothing wrong. We’re fine, you’re fine and I’m fine. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Chris wasn’t convinced.
“But still, okay the peace and quiet I sort of get but you haven’t touched me once since we got in the car.”
You turn so you can face him a little better, questionable look on your face.
“What?”
“You’re normally way more affectionate when we’re driving. You’re always somehow touching me.”
“Ookay, then maybe I’m just not in the affectionate mood today and would just like to sit here enjoying the ride while being content.”
“Bull, we’re an affectionate couple, always have been. Which I dig, obviously.”
You can’t help but narrow your eyes a bit at him.
“You seem to have many opinions on what we are as a couple.”
“And I’m right.”
“What-okay, whatever you say, Chris. It’s nothing. I’m just tired and just want to sit back and relax for the rest of the ride.”
Chris glanced over at your form. You were curling up on the seat.
“Y/N.”
“Chris. For the last time, nothing is wrong and I’m- okay, feeling content right now.”
“Content?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“But if that was true, I’m pretty sure that you’d be touching me either your hand on my thigh or on my arm like usually.”
“God, Chris. Please, we’re fine. Okay, I love you. -”
You reached over placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before settling in, trying to get comfortable.
“Now - Let’s just chill.”
Chris wanted to. He wanted nothing more but… He squirmed in his seat.
“Are you kidding me!? I can feel your eyes piercing into my skin.”
“Honey, it’s just-”
“Didn’t we just park this conversation?”
“You did.”
“Chris, please… Can we not?”
“I’m just saying that if everything truly was great and everything- then you’d be curled up to me, touching me somehow and you’re not-”
“Oh my God, is that what it’ll take for you to shut up?”
“What?”
“If I put my hand on your thigh will you kindly let me relax and enjoy the rest of ride in peace and quiet?”
“Yes.”
Chris was dead serious. He answered promptly.
“Okay, then I’ll do that then.”
“Great.”
Chris was grinning at you.
“Great!”
You huff out loud.
“I swear if you say one more -”
“Just do it.”
You scooted closer so that you could reach your left hand out and place it on his strong and firm thigh.
“There! Are you happy now?”
“Very.”
You rolled your eyes a bit and leaned your head backwards resting your eyes. You felt Chris’ larger hand covering yours gripping it firmly.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
You look at him, catching his sheepish smile. Chris brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“And just think, you could’ve saved yourself a whole lot of time and trouble if you’d just given me your hand to begin with.”
Chris rubbed the back of your hand that was now placed back on the top of his thigh. On its rightful place.
“You little…”
You grumbled under your breath. Still, you couldn’t stop the small smile on your lips as he gripped your hand tighter in his.
Summary: Chris appearing on Jimmy Fallon. To talk about his latest movie among other things.
Warnings: None. Just fluffy AF.
Word Count : 1,115
Author Note :
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“Chris Evans, ladies and gentlemen.”
Jimmy’s voice and the sound of clapping snaps Chris out of his thoughts. Chris smiles as he walks out waving at the audience in the studio.
The two men shake hands and sit down. Chris takes a sip of his water the second he’s seated.
“My man, you look great and well rested.”
“Thank you. Surprisingly so?”
The two laugh.
“So, how’s the family?”
“Oh, they’re great. Doing really well.”
“How old are your daughters again?”
“Rosie’s four years old and Addie’s two years old now.”
A picture of Chris and your kids flash on the screen behind them. The crowd goes ‘Awwwe’.
“That must be nice having 150-200 people go, ‘awww’ about your kids.”
“Yeah, it is. Mostly it’s just me and my wife doing that. So that’s nice to hear someone else doing that for a change.”
“How’s the little lady?”
“Also doing good, really good. She’s juggling those two-”
“They’re giving you a hard time?”
“No, not really but they’re real- they’re very clear about what they both want and especially what they don’t want. What they like and don’t like.”
Jimmy grins already excited about further explanation.
“Rose has always been a characteristic little girl, which she takes after the both of us I think. Mostly Y/N, I’d say.”
The audience laughs at that.
“I brought a video just to show what I mean.”
The video clip:
Rosie’s sprawled out on the floor. Dodger is lying next to her.
“Honey, you want two or three tomatoes?”
Rosie didn’t answer and Chris walked into the living room looking down at his oldest daughter.
“Rose?”
“I’m done.”
“Done with what, bub?”
Rosie vaguely motions around.
“Every thing.”
Chris chuckles and says
“You really are your mother’s daughter.”
Both Chris’ and your laughter is heard in the background.
End of video clip:
The audience and Jimmy are all laughing.
“So, Rose’s is charismatic, I can tell.”
“Y/N, was actually taking a picture of Rosie on the floor and then she just filmed it. Fortunately for us. I’m happy we got that on video. Never have I ever met a child like Rose. I mean, the first time she tasted a french fry, she did this sassy wiggle dance in her highchair and looked like she was about to pass out from happiness. She looked like me after a night out and then coming home to ‘pig out’.”
“Other than a little sass, she seems so great.”
The two fathers share a heartfelt smile.
“Oh, they both are. So amazing. They’re both ‘daddy’s girls’ unfortunately for my wife.”
“Ahh, I see. The same at my house.”
“The wives aren’t so thrilled about it.”
“Yeah, oddly enough no, not my biggest fan. I get it, I mean Y/N carried both girls for 9 months and went over her due-date both times and had two hard and actually difficult labors…I mean she did all of the heavy lifting, truly and I applaud her for that! Then we welcomed the kids and both their first words were ‘dadda’, so I get why Y/N sometimes wants to strangle me.”
Jimmy laughs and sips his own mug listening to Chris’ story.
“To be fair, Addie’s first word was actually ‘bobba’ probably from hearing my calling Dodger bubba all the time and then she learned to say momma.”
“Aww, so cute.”
“Yeah, I’m lucky. A lucky man who has it all.”
“So, ‘Mr. Has it all’, tell how it was filming ‘The Gray Man’…”
“Also amazing-…”
Later, at home.
“Hi! Anybody home?”
Small footsteps and paws on the floor, came in hot. Both Rosie and Addie tumbles down the hall from the sound of their daddy’s voice. Rosie and Addie dressed in their swimwear.
“Daddy!”
Chris kneels down scooping up both girls into his arms and proceeds walking further into his home.
“Y/N?”
“Out here.”
Chris follows the sound of your voice. You’re sitting outside reading on your Ipad, feet propped up on the lounge chair. Chris leans down pressing a kiss to your lips as both girls squeals.
“Daddy no!”
“What? Daddy can’t kiss mommy?”
“Nooo, swim with us.”
“Baby, it’s too cold for that.”
“No, we heat the pool.”
Chris looks down at you for an explanation. He then kneels down again, setting both girls down. Addie whimpers and clung to her father not wanting to let go. Rosie walks around the pool keeping a good amount of distance from the edge which she’d been instructed to do.
“They wanted to swim.”
“Y/N.”
You shrug your shoulders as Chris sits down next to you, still holding Addie who hid her face in the crook of his neck.
“Both Rosie and Addie threw a fit until I helped them change into their swimwear- and then I promised daddy would take care of it.”
Chris raises an eyebrow at you. Your sheepish smile melts his heart.
“Did you know?”
“Yeah, I ain’t going swimming anytime soon. Despite the fact that I may as well be a whale right now.”
Chris chuckles at your comment.
“You’re beautiful.”
With the arm that isn’t wrapped around Addie, he gently runs his hand over your swollen belly.
“Glad you think so. Remember that when I hit the 9 month mark.”
Chris only smiles at you. He reaches down pressing a kiss to your belly making your heart swoon. Addie turns in his arms looking at her mother’s belly too. With her small hands, she cradles the belly too.
“Baby.”
“Yeah, there’s a baby in there.”
Addie’s eyes go wide each time they talk about the baby.
You lean over smooching your youngest daughter’s cheek making her giggle.
“Yeah, what do you think it’ll be? A girl or a boy?”
“A girl.”
Addie wiggles in her dad’s arms and he sets her down. She sits on the mat next to the chair where some of the girls’ toys are. Both parents keep a close eye on her and the older girl who runs over shortly after. Rosie shows her Winnie the Pooh, stuffy to her parents proudly. Like they never had seen that very stuffed bear before in the lives. Wide and happy smiles.
“One more girl, huh? Talk about being outnumbered severely.”
“I wouldn’t mind another girl.”
You let out a breathless laugh and raised your hand.
“I would. I mean, imagine three teenage girls. Like Rosie is already teaching Addie how to act out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think orchestrated the hissy fit they had today?”
“Ohh.”
The parents share an exhausted but heartwarming laugh together.
“Well, maybe this one will be less sassy?”
“Oh please, like that’ll ever happen. Have you met me?”
a/n: i saw this tiktok and i literally bursted into tears watching it so i needed to write a hc for this bc god i fucking love this man with my entire soul
chris didn’t know how to go about expressing his true feelings for you
he wanted to tell you he loved you every time he saw you light up, every time you smiled, every time you laughed
in fact, he had been thinking about how to confess it to you all night that chris got like zero sleep while you dreamt away beside him
around 6:30 in the morning he decided to head out and go for a early morning run and maybe surprise you something once you woke up
as he jogged around his quaint little neighborhood in boston, chris continued to think what he should say
“hey,i love you” “i’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now… but i really love you” “i hope i’m not overstepping but i’m fucking in love with you”
all them sounded too… cheesy? he had no clue.
time went by quick when your thoughts were running at 100 miles an hour because as soon as he knew it, chris saw his watch say it was almost eight
he should get back soon since you normally woke up around that time
on his way back, he saw that the florist shop was already open so he decided to pop in really quick, looking to see if they had your favorites
luckily, they did so he decided to buy a bouquet for you and then decided to grab some coffee and pastries for the two of you at the shop next door
chris thought about how cute you’d look waking up and surprised with the little goodies he got to spoil you, it brought a smile to his face just thinking abt it
once he got your iced coffee and his own order along with a couple chocolate croissants and breakfast sandwich for him, he quickly walked back to his place
luckily when he did get home, you were still sound asleep so he was able to get everything set up nicely
first he threw the flowers in one of the mason jars you kept around, quietly stepping into the bedroom and placing them next to you on the nightstand
but in the process he stepped on dodgers lion scaring the shit out of him
chris swore his soul left his body when you moved around on the bed and thought his cover was blown
luckily though the coast was clear and you just moved a bit in your sleep before he quickly put the flowers down (and grabbed dodgers toy to put away)
after that he got out the breakfast tray, setting your food out and pouring your iced coffee in a nicer glass with your favorite reuseable straw
the final touch was he grabbed a little sticky note and a pen scribbling a little note for you
carefully he picked up the tray and carried it into the room (because one time he made you breakfast and ended up dropping it and food was everywhere)
setting it on the bed next to you before coming around to your side of the bed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek
“hey, g’mornin’ sleepy head” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth
you hummed in response, reaching your hand out to touch his cheek, trying to open your eyes filled with sleep
“it’s the weekend chris, i wanna sleep” “not even when i got you breakfast?”
you opened one eye, looking at him before sitting up and scanning the room letting out a tired chuckle “christopher, you didn’t need to—oh my god, flowers too? you really didn’t have to do this”
“i wanted to,” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, picking up your hand to kiss it.
you couldn’t help but gush at his sweetness, giving him a quick kiss before seeing the sticky note on the tray
picking it up you laugh reading it “omlette you know…” you pause, eyes reading the last part before you said it out loud. i love you.
quickly you look up at him, smiling shyly. “really? like… for real?”
“yeah,” chris nodded as shyly, cheeks getting rosy. “i love you”
putting the sticky note down. you grabbed chris’ bearded face, pulling him forward and kissing him slowly before whispering back “i love you too”
chris couldn’t help but smile big, a huge relief rolling off his shoulders that you felt the the same way
“that was probably the most dorkiest thing you’ve ever said though” you added, pinching his cheek
“i don’t care, i’m the most luckiest guy on the planet”
summary: finally coming out to chris that ur bisexual
warnings: lil bit of cursing, mentions of anxiety
a/n: this is a self-indulgence post as a bi-baby myself but also dedicated to my fellow bi humans! just know that you are valid and loved
you and chris have been going out for a while now
not officially a couple but you had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be too long till either of you pops the magical question of making it official
however, before this got anymore serious, you knew you had to eventually come out to chris about your sexuality
the subject was still quite a delicate area since you haven’t even came out to your family and only to close friends
but you trusted chris that he would (hopefully) accept and care for you as he has been even before knowing this information
currently you were on the couch in your apartment watching a movie that was almost done you think, you weren’t sure, you were too occupied with your thoughts
to say the least, anxiety was running through your veins at the moment and you kept trying to tell yourself it was going to be okay
you didn’t know but mid-movie chris noticed how you seemed a bit off today but kept it to himself for now at least, he didn’t want to ruin the mood
however just as its about to end you felt like you were almost suffocating to breathe so you quickly excuse yourself running to the bathroom
locking yourself, you lay against the door, trying to catch your breath and pace your breathing
you couldn’t stop thinking about how scared you were about if chris wouldn’t like the fact that you were bi
what if he thought it was weird? what if he decides maybe this wasn’t going to work out and end everything? what if the public comes after chris because you dating him?
so many thoughts were running through your head that you didn’t even realize you were crying till you noticed your vision go blurry
“hey, y/n, is everything ok in there?”
your heart drops to your stomach. oh no did he hear you cry?
immediately you wipe your tears and swallow the lump in throat. “yeah, i’m fine! i’ll be out in a sec.”
chris wasn’t buying your reply as he leaned his head against the door but gave a soft ‘okay’ anyways and waited in the living room for you
eventually when you came out, you saw the worried look he had, your anxiety crashing in a large wave into your chest again
“are you okay?”
“yeah, um,” you bite your cheek, flickering your eyes between his baby blues and your feet. “i just need to… talk about something.”
“was it my cooking? i’m not the best but i try.” there was the chris you knew. the one that knew how to make you feel better with his little jokes
cracking a small smile, you shake your head. “no, its not that. trust me, you cook way better than me, but anyways… i-i haven’t been completely honest with you.”
you join chris on the couch, your hands shaking horribly and he notices. to help you, he grabs one of your hands, running his thumb along your knuckles as he furrows his brows
“i just want to get this out in the clear before it gets more serious… between us. but, um, i-“ the words were stuck in your throat.
tears welled up in your eyes as your body shook. you didn’t even know why this was so hard. it wasn’t this difficult to come out to to your best friends, but with chris, it felt like you were going to pass out
maybe it was because you cared about him, dare you say, maybe even love him. he made you feel special and knew how to make you smile. he was beyond caring and giving. he was literally perfect
maybe because he was the first person you knew that respected you and treated you well that made you too scared that you could potentially loose it in the next few seconds forever
but you needed to do this. not only was it fair to him, but it was what you needed to do for yourself
“hey, hey, y/n, baby, it’s okay. you can talk to me.” you came out of your thoughts when you felt a hand brush along your cheek as you made eye contact with him
“im sorry,” you stifled out a laugh, trying to wipe your tears. “i probably look crazy right now”
“don’t be sorry, just take your time. i have all day.”
the way he looked at you right now with those piercing baby blue eyes eased you, grounded you. squeezing his hand that held yours, you took a deep breath, clearing your mind of those stupid static noise thoughts
“there you go, just keep breathing” he said softly, stroking your cheek giving you a small crooked smile.
clearing your throat, you took one last deep breath, looking at your lap for a second before back at him.
you can do this. he deserves to know.
he’ll care for you. no matter what.
you. are. valid.
“i’m bisexual. i, um… i just wanted to tell you that so you know. i-if you’re not comfortable with that we can just end this now and whatever i-i completely-“
before you could finish, chris ran his thumb over your lip to stop you from rambling. at first you couldn’t read him but you saw his eyes soften, a began to smile appear
“if you think i’m gonna end this because of who you are, you’re completely wrong, hun.” he said softly, moving closer to you, ocean blue eyes running all over your face.
“you aren’t?” you whisper, his thumb running over your bottom lip as it trembled, tears welling up in your eyes again
“no, why the fuck would i ever do that? that’s just… stupid.” he shook his head, with a soft chuckle. “i’d be the biggest idiot on the face of the planet to leave someone like you.”
you couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks as tears began to run down them again. “it’s just… some people are weird about it, so… i just wanted to make sure you’re okay”
“i’mmore than okay. as long you’re happy, then i’m happy. no matter what your sexuality is, baby.”
the words he said to you made you smile through the tears. it felt as if a weight had been instantly lifted off your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him
chris brought his lips to yours, kissing you so passionately you thought you were gonna melt in his arms into a puddle. it felt as if all the worries you had about the world and its outlook on you just disappeared
once the two of you pulled away just a bit, you felt his smile against your lips as you flickered your eyes up to his
“im proud of you, by the way. i know that it was probably a really nerve racking thing to do.”
“it was… but i’m glad i did it. i feel a little more empowered than i did a couple minutes earlier.” you confess, biting on the corner of your lip
“i’m glad, you should be. be proud of who you are, baby.”
in that moment, you knew that chris was going to the best and most supportive partner you’ve ever had
summary: a lil rundown of what you and steve do before going to bed!
a/n: i jus want chris to snuggle me while falling asleep ;—;
normally before you and chris goto bed you’re laying on the couch or sitting in his lap, catching up on whatever show you’re currently binging
chris is usually the one still watching while you’re all snuggled up wrapped in a blanket half asleep or on your phone scrolling through instagram or sumin
once the episode ends, he’ll gently pat you, letting you know he’s ready to head to bed
“c’mon dodger let’s get to bed buddy”
the pup would be laying with you, instantly hopping off and searching for what lion he wants to bring
you and chris always place your bets, him winning most of the time
which ends up in you pouting “not fair” crossing your arms
but you get over it quickly when he peppers your face in kisses and mumbles “next time you’ll get it i know you will”
while you head to the bedroom with dodger chris always walks through the house locking all the doors, checking everything is secure bc he must protecc
meanwhile, you’re throwing your clothes on the floor, searching for a shirt (most likely his) to wear to bed before going to the bathroom
chris joins you, grabbing his toothbrush while he watches you do your skincare routine
this is when you try to continue to encourage him to try a bit of it
“baby c’mon this will hydrates your skin, plus it’s anti-aging”
“are you saying i’m looking old?”
“shut up, you know you don’t look old. not even close”
“mhmm”
when you’re not looking, chris tries the product because he secretly is insecure about the fact that he’s at the end of his 30s but doesn’t want you to know
you finally brush your teeth, chris hugging you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulder while rubbing your sides
he’ll look at you in the mirror, giving a goofy smile. “‘m love you. i’ll meet you in bed, honey”
chris basically peels off all his clothing before hopping into bed, getting in a couple pages of his current read with dodger laying on him
when you come out, you see your favorite view
your amazing sweet loving boyfriend sprawled on the bed with a book in hand with his fur baby on his chest in the glowing light of the lamp next to him
it makes your heart swell and stomach flutter at how you got so lucky to have chris in your life
before seeming like a creep, you join the two in bed, plugging your phone in and crawling under the blankets
“cuddle me please, bub” you mutter to him, turning to lay on your side
“let me finish this, give me a second, sweetheart.” his voice would be all raspy and deep from not speaking for a bit, giving you a warm smile before finishing the page he was on
once he was done, he’d set the book down and turn off the light before opening his side for you
immediately you curl up next to him, laying your head right on his chest, face to face with a sleepy dodger as chris rubs your back
he presses chaste kisses to your hairline, shutting his own eyes
“is your book good?” you ask tiredly, shutting your eyes as your soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and his calloused fingers running along your spine
“i’d say so. just started it but i think’ll be good”
you’d hum, sighing softly. “thats good to hear”
the two of you chat about random things as you get sleepier with each minute that goes by. eventually chris knows when you’re about to fall asleep
when he does, he whispers against your forehead a “g’night, ‘m love you”
“love you” you mumble into his skin before eventually drifting off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his now very faded cologne of whatever contents were still clinging to his skin
at one point he’ll roll you onto your side, tucking the blanket right under your chin how you like it before moving dodger lower on the bed to crawl under the blankets himself
before he shuts his eyes, he looks at your sleeping figure smiling to himself gently before finally going to sleep himself
he cant wait to see his girl and little buddy the next time he opens his eyes first thing in the morning <3333
summary: you & chris having karaoke night singing some ariana grande!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: some cursing
a/n:i was listening to ariana grande earlier and pictured this so vividly so i needed to write sumin karaoke night with chris bc ik baby boy would be living his best life drinking and singin’ all night
at least once a month or when chris was home, you and chris would have a karaoke night whether it was with his family or just the two of you
you’d be drinking beers, order take out and use the special plastic toy mic you bought for singing, overall a chill ass night
chris would love to do all the classic 80s and disney songs of course, belting out on songs like let it go from frozen to don’t stop believing by journey
your personal favorite would be duets with chris because the two of you always ended up a giggly blushy mess
3 beers in tonight, you were feeling a duet now with your big goofy boyfriend
“aw shit it better not be another ariana grande song” “babe, you know its gonna be another ari song! it’s tradition!”
your favorite was doing ariana grande so of course you searched up a classic duo song from ari: problem
the second chris saw it he’s groaning because you both know he’s not the best at rapping but nonetheless he gets up from the couch ready to duet it with you
grabbing your microphone, you sang along to ari’s lyrics, looking right at chris, grabbing out his hand while he did the little background vocals for you rolling his eyes as you wiggled to the song
when the chorus hit, you spun around giggling as he whispered ‘i got one less problem with ya’ before he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace starting to dance with you
the two of you held back your laughs, smiling big until the both of knew what was coming next
chris turned to the tv to see the lyrics as he tried to spit iggy arzaylea’s rap
“it’s iggy iggs! uh- what you got? smart money betting, i’ll be better without you uh- fuck, umm, you say you really know but i really really doubt you understand my life is easy when i aint around you!”
full on sassy chris would be in your presence, waving his finger at you, rapping to his best of his abilities while you cheered him on
also his bostonian accent would probably come out as he rushes his words out, making it a little hot to watch ;)
“theres a million yous baby boo so don’t be dumb, i got 99 problems but you won’t be one like WHAAAT?”
he’d probably do an air micdrop looking at you giving a cheesy swagger look while you belted out the last part of the song
once it was finally done you’d clap smiling, getting up on your tippy toes to peck his lips “i think secretly deep down you love when i choose ariana for karaoke”
“she’s alright,” he’d smirk, smiling down at you as he gave a squeeze to your hips before giving you a peck back “i only do them because you look really fuckin’ cute getting all into it”
the rest of the night the two of you would be plopped on the couch probably doing disney songs
chris’ favorite song to do with you would be i see the light because every time he sang it with you, you’d get all shy and blushy and he loved seeing the affect he had on his girl
also you always end up in tears at the end and he adores giving you kisses and hugs to cheer you up
but when it was time to pump shit up again you guys would do some elton john or bon jovi and someones dodger would join in trying to make some harmonies with his little howls
by the time it’s one am though, the two of you would be karaoked out for the night and end with you getting a piggy back ride on chris to the bedroom to get ready for bed <3
summary: you wanted to try those tiktok leggings you saw everywhere to get chris’ reaction on them
chris if you got those tiktok leggings headcannon
you’d completely surprise him, wanting to see if he’d even notice how juicy your ass was looking in those leggings everyone was talking about on tiktok
chris had been gone most of the day running errands and when he finally comes home at the end of the day you’d be in the middle of washing dishes
when he always comes home he yells “where’s my beautiful girl?!”
eventually he finds you in the kitchen, you’re back to him, finishing drying the plate you cleaned
almost instantly his eye’s would trail to your ass and how fucking good it looked
you’d act completely oblivious, smiling and greeting chris, asking how your day was but he would just reply with,“baby,holy shit, are those new?”
instantly blush crept on your cheeks but you wanted to milk the moment, so you innocently bat your eyelashes and ask: what’s new?
chris would walk closer to you, wanting so badly to just squeeze your bum but he contained himself to just gently placing his hands on your waist, rubbing circles
“these pants, they make your ass look really good, honey”
his pretty baby blue eyes would constantly flicker between looking at you and your bottom, smiling big before pressing a kiss to your cheek
to tease chris, just to get him going even more, you’d brush your back against his front, tilting your head back to look at him, only to see his eyes turn a shade darker
“where did you even get these?” chris would hum, dipping his hands a little lower to your hip, squeezing your sides as he licked his lips
“online!” you giggle, putting the dish in hand away turning to face him now. “saw them on tiktok and wanted to try them. are you hungry though? we can order dinner.”
chris would only scoff, pulling you closer as he dips his head to your neck placing a few kisses there, beard scraping across your skin as he gently pressed you against the counter
“mm, i rather eat in. all i want is right here in front of me.”
with your cheeks burning pink and a squeeze of your thighs, chris picked you up so easy settling you onto the kitchen counter before finding home between your thighs
a/n: it’s been a hot min since i’ve posted but i miss writing n wanted to write sumin kinda domestic ??
“steve,” you hummed, looking away from the tv screen to your super solider boyfriend was was beside you on the queen size bed, quietly reading a book. “i’m bored.”
“you’re watching a movie, aren’t you?” steve quietly chuckled, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip before saving his current place in the book, looking at you now.
“yes but,” you sighed, poking out your bottom lip. “i can’t focus. let’s do something!” you grinned, shutting the tv off before climbing over steve, planting yourself on top of him.
“and what would that something entail?” he smirked, grabbing both your hands in his, fingers intertwining before kissing the back of both.
“if you think we’re going to fuck, you thought wrong steve grant rogers.” you laughed, steve grabbing you by your wrists now, pulling you down to kiss you before furrowing his thick brows.
“i thought that was what you were implying though,” he frowned, you blushing slightly as you pulled your hands away, pushing yourself up against his chest, watching him pout like a little golden retriever pup. “you teased me you little brat.”
“imsorryyyy,” you giggled, kissing his cheek before sitting up again, watching steve’s large hands trail under the large tshirt you wore, running across your waist, then your rips before cupping each of your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently. “maybe later, baby. but i really wanna paint your nails.”
“paint my nails?” steve crooked his head to the side, stopping his movements.
“yeah, like a nice red color. oh! maybe with a little star on your ring finger! that would be so cute.”
steve smiled at how gosh damn wholesome you were at times. it was moments like these were he just wanted to hold you, kiss you and protect your tiny precious little self from the rest of the big bad world.
“so can i?” you asked, placing your hands on top of his as you felt him run his thumbs over your hardened nipples now, causing you to bite your lip gently.
“of course you can, but i will take small fee in the form of a kiss.” steve chuckled, hands falling down to your waist now as you leaned forward, close to his face taking in his beautiful big blue eyes.
seconds after, you planted your lips on his, moving against his soft plush ones, his mouth working yours open for a little more. as the kiss deepened, you felt the grip on your waist tighten, tongue gliding over yours with ease before you pulled, lips swollen and used.
“you sure you don’t want to mess around?” he asked, voice horse and smirk playing on the corners of his lips.
summary: you’re feeling a lil needy and want chris to fuck you but he doesn’t have time between meetings to clean himself up so instead you suggest to thigh ride him
a/n: this was suppose to be a drabble but here we are ♀️
it would be a busy day for chris even during the time of quarantine. he would have zooms to attend for projects that were hopefully being picked back up and discussions with ASP guests to post on the website. and emails, oh so many damn emails. to say the least, chris was still kept busy even being stuck in the house.
the workload for you however wasn’t as much compared to your boyfriends. so you were always left wandering the house, watching netflix, taking naps and etc. but today, you didn’t know what came over you but you were feeling extra needy.
so there you were, wandering downstairs to find chris in his office area, typing away at an email while humming to an 80s song that’s probably from his ‘get shit done’ playlist.
“hi, are you busy?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, nuzzling your nose against his warm skin, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.
“just doin’ some emails before my ASP meeting,” he answered, finishing up the sentence he was on before spinning in his chair to face you with a grin. “watcha need, baby?”
“you,” you smile back, planting yourself on chris’ lap, pressing your lips to his. as you sat down, the oversized sweater hitched up, revealing the baby blue cotton thong that hugged your hips. “i’m really bored.”
“is that so?” he breathed, chuckling quietly, hands gliding up and down your soft thighs, giving them a squeeze. his simple touch setting your skin on fire and your heat drip for his hands to be in other places.
“mhm,” you hum, batting your eyelashes, kissing him again, lips coming to brush at the curve of his ear as your fingers played with the hair that laid neatly on the nape of his neck, whispering, “i wanna be fucked”
chris let out a groan, squeezing your thighs again before a hand moved to the round of your ass, massaging the skin there. “baby girl, you know i gotta look presentable in a bit,” chris sighed, watching your fingers glide up his hard chest to play with his gold necklace always he wore. “in a couple hours, m’kay?”
“a couple hours is toolong,” you pouted. “i’m too horny too wait.”
chris laughed softly, making your cheeks blush. god, he looked so fucking hot right now. if you weren’t riding his cock in the next 5 minutes you thought you’d just throw a tantrum right then and there. even if it meant a punishment, but you also wouldn’t complain about that either.
“stop laughing at my pain, chris. please, i’ll be quick,” you groaned, moving your hands to his belt buckle, the bulge in his tight jeans letting you know your little planned worked. “i just need to cum-“
“i can’t get all sweaty,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair so it tipped back just a little. “i promise the second i’m done i’m all yours.”
“ugh!” you whined, dropping your hands at his belt. looking at chris, you can tell he was really trying to hold himself back from bending you over his desk and fucking you right then and there. but then you got an idea, smirking wide.
chris saw a certain glint in your eye and instantly knew you were thinking nothing good. “oh no, i know that look… what is it?” he sighed, biting back a smile as his fingers toyed at the waistband of your panties. “tell me what your thinking.”
you wanted to squeeze your thighs at chris’ authoritative voice. you were sure your panties were soaked by now. “can i ride your thigh?”
with the look on your face, how could chris not deny you? you were giving him puppy dog eyes, shyly wiggling on his lap in just one of his shirts and a thong, note his favoritethong.
taking a deep breath, chris closed his eyes before finally answering. “yes, but i need you to be good for me the rest of the night, ‘kay?” he sighed, bringing a hand to brush your bottom lip that you kissed lightly.
“of course,” you smiled innocently. “anything for you, daddy.”
“fuck, y/n. just get yourself off already before i change my mind.” chris groaned, giving your ass another squeeze.
“wait,” you held a finger up, opening his spotify and putting the playlist that the two of you made for sexy times that you iconically the ‘baby making playlist’. one of your favorites, the weekend by sza, started playing quietly in the background. “okay, i’m ready now.”
chris rolled his eyes at your extraness, pulling you in for a kiss as you pushed the your thong to the side, rolling your hips to the beat of the song. your wet pussy rubbing up against the smooth black denim of his jeans that he wore.
instantly you moaned against his mouth, building up your rhythm of grinding on him, nails digging into the fabric of his button up. “look at you, making a mess on my jeans because you can’t fucking wait for me,” chris mumbled, squeezing your hips. “my little needy whore”
you whined at chris’ dirty mouth, adding even more pressure to your cunt against his strong thigh. “can - can you touch me? pretty please?” you squeaked, eyes fluttering closed, back arching slightly, holding into his broad shoulders for support.
“use your words, baby, tell me where,” chris whispered, peppering kisses along your jaw, beard running over your skin, your senses beginning to overload at his touch and pleasure that vibrated in you.
“clit. my clit!” you cried, panting softly, the dark spot on his jeans becoming larger and larger with each roll of your hips. the feeling was butter bliss but also a burning sensation at the same time but it was the closest thing you’ll get till you were able to be properly fucked by him.
just because you asked nicely, chris slid his hand into your panties, the pad of two fingers meeting your sensitive nub, rubbing in circular movements. you cried out again in pleasure, your head leaning against his shoulder now as you squeezed your eyes shut.
with chris playing with your clit and the burning feeling of your pussy riding his thigh, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to your high, clenching around nothing. you only wished it was his cock that you were pulsating around. stretching you out in ways no would ever has. but instead there you were getting yourself on chris just to get you all tired and sleepy after cumming.
“your close aren’t you, babe, hm? your pretty little thighs are all shaking.” chris cooed, adding more pressure with each flick of his wrist. “c’mon princess, cum all over thigh like you want to. remember, be a good girl for me.”
“oh god - i -“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence. you were riding his thigh rough and sloppy. you were so close, you could almost feel it.
your body was tense as your nails dug into him, soft mewls and cries coming out of you. chris’ other hand was holding your hip now, guiding your hips to the beat to help you get there.
“that’s it, sweetheart. there you go. cum, pretty girl,” he cooed.
and almost on command, you felt yourself shatter into a million pieces. the sound escaped you and echoed throughout the house was most definitely going to scare the neighbors but you didn’t care.
“shit, you look so beautiful when you come, baby. such a good girl, always listening to daddy.” chris grinned, easing you down gently, kissing your forehead once you fully collapsed on him, still gently rubbing your clit.
the air was thick with the smell of sex now, the sound of your heavily breathing and whatever song was playing you couldn’t fully hear because you were completely drunk off cumming.
you wish you could’ve stayed like this, sitting on his lap and being showered with kisses post-thigh ride. just clinging onto your boyfriend as he went along and continued his work but you got what you wanted and chris had business to take care of.
“take me to the bed?” you asked sleepily, snuggling your face against your boyfriends neck, sighing sadly. “please?”
“of course, baby girl.” chris pressed one last kiss to your hairline before scooping you up bridal style without a struggle, walking you the bedroom.
once chris tucked you into bed, he planted one last kiss on your pouty swollen lips, walking to the door. “i’ll come and check up on you after, okay?”
right as you were about to answer, your eyes wandered the giant glistening spot that was on his jeans that made your cheeks burn bright pink. chris looked down at his thigh with you, smirking just a bit.
“see the mess you made? you’re lucky no one sees me from the top-up.”
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when you found out that you had to get some teeth work done after your yearly visit to the dentist, you were not happy to say the least
but with chris being the most amazing sweet boyfriend he is (and yes also having his father being a dentist) he knew exactly how to help you recover
when the procedure happened, chris was right beside you for support and of course took you home when you were all swollen and loopy post procedure
he’d help you into bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you whined at how you hated the feeling of numbness from the drugs
“i know, honey, it’s really annoying but it’ll go away soon! want a wet rag? we can take a nap or something to kill time after”
you didn’t know what the fuck was in the shit the dentist used but you felt the urge to cry at how kind chris was. so there you were, crying
chris of course would be a little confused but also chuckling. “baby, why are you crying?”
“i - i dunno ith da shit they gawve meh” you said with the cotton still in your mouth. “i jus rweally wuv you”
“awwwe,” he cooed, chris’ smile so big at how cute you were, pressing a kiss on each of your swollen cheeks. “i really love you too, silly”
the rest the day chris would help you change out your cotton thingys in your mouth, get you ice packs, and feed you ice cream
if he maybe had a question on how to help you if your soreness wasn’t going away he’d call home, asking for any suggestions from his dad that he didn’t already try from his own dental experiences growing up
but in general chris just would your little nurse for the day or two as you recovered because he couldn’t bare to see you in any pain n he loves u sm
summary: steve surprises you on a date to a 50s themed night bar!
warnings: none!
natasha had been trying set up steve on a date for a while now
and as much as he appreciated it, he much rather just let that gal wander into his life
but today at the compound as he walked about, he couldn’t stop staring at you. he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he’s seen
of course nat catches on quickly the way steve is around the two of you so she introduces you to the super soilder
eventually that day, you and steve were chatting more than when you were with nat (she was annoyed asf but was also glad to see that she mightve just paired up steve with the love of his life)
after that day, steve would ask nat when the next time you’d come and visit at the compound so he can surprise you with that record the two of you talked about
and when you do visit, as he gifts you the doris day album, he musks up the courage to ask you out to dinner next friday, to which you say yes
so in his free time when he wasn’t on a quick mission or writing reports, he’d be in his room planning out the perfect date, even using his laptop he rarely uses to find some recommendations online
he found that there’s a thing called dapper day’s at a bar where people dress up as if they were straight out of the 50s. he might’ve been already frozen but it was close enough for him
but because he doesn’t want to fully give away the date, he has nat help him surprise you by telling you the attire for the date but that was it
if steve was being honest, he was really excited to feel as if he was back to his normal life for a night, pre-super soldier serum
when friday came, steve dressed to fit the era, pulling up on his motorbike in front of your apartment
and when you stepped out, steve swore all the air in his body left him instantly
you wore a mid calf length dress that was navy blue with polkadots, little white pumps and your lips were painted cherry red with your hair curled to perfection
you literally looked as if you were in the wrong era, but it was his era. and he couldn’t help the big smile on his face
“you look absolutely stunning, y/n,” he glowed as you walked over, blush creeping on your cheeks. “if im being honest, i feel a bit dressed down now”
“don’t be silly, you look really handsome!” you grin. “but if you don’t take me where we’re going any slower i’m gonna loose my mind”
so after helping you up on the bike, the two of you speed down the streets of nyc to the bar
and when you arrived, you were in complete shock. you felt as if you had been transported to some tv show. everyone was absolutely dressed to perfection
plus the venue did not disappoint. couples were dancing the night away to the live band on the small stage. others in corners of the bar talking or drinking, even sharing milkshakes
“steve… this is so amazing, how did you find this place?!” you gasp, looking around taking everything in
“uh, i used the internet,” he chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck before taking your hand. “drinks first or wanna dance?”
without hesitation, the two of you make your way to the dance floor, moving around the others that danced to the jazz that roared through the building
with your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist, the two of you swayed to the music, smiling ear to ear at each other
“does this bring back memories for you?” you asked softly
“yes, except i would step on a girls’ toes… or i wouldn’t have a partner to dance with.” steve chuckled nervously
you frowned a little before steve spun you around, your eyes meeting again, “well you have me, just please don’t step on my toes..” you teased
“i’ll try not to” he winked, giving you one of his dorky smiles you quickly found to be the cutest things about steve rogers
the two of you would dance all night long, smiling and laughing the entire time, share little stories to each other
if steve hadn’t already fallen for you, he fell even harder, absolutely head over heels
and just like the gentlemen he was, by the end of the night when he took you back home, he’d walk you to apartment door
before you stepped inside and thanking him for a perfect night, you’d get up on your tippy toes, pressing your cherry colored lips to his cheek
“see you soon, soldier” you wink
once you shut the door, steve felt his cheeks burn as he touched his lipstick stained skin, sighing in complete relief
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, there is small discussion of fighting, smidge of blood, there is sexual tension, dirty talk, sexy sex, swear words
Summary: Chris gets into a fight trying to defend your honor making you upset, and you get home and clean up his wounds, and he decides to make things up to you the way you like
Type: Series
Word Count: 1,521
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“You just had to fight that guy didn’t ya?” Asking Chris as you cleaned the wounds on his knuckles.
“He was messing with you.” He hissed when you rubbed an alcohol pad across the cuts. “Plus he was talking shit.”
“Chris that doesn’t actually give you a reason to fight him.” Arguing back as you threw the bloody pads into the trash.
“Nobody messes with my girl and gets away with it.” Hearing that had your heart swooning a little bit feeling honored in a way.
“You could have gotten hurt.” Scolding him as you were cleaning up the last bit of the marks on his hand.
“Please sweetheart he barely left a mark on me.” His tone cocky making you give him a stern face that he was making jokes.
“Well he could have.” Always having an answer for everything as you pushed back.
“Well he didn’t so I don’t know why you are so upset.” He really wasn’t getting why you were so upset frustrating you.
“You’re not understanding the point though Chris you shouldn’t be fighting at all.” This time you raised your voice a little bit.
“Y/N I’m sorry.” His voice sincere as he grabbed your hand in his.
Looking at his face you could tell that he was genuinely sorry for what he did. In all fairness he couldn’t stand someone talking bad about you, so he had to do something about it.
“Just please don’t do it again.” Pleading with him as he quickly pulled you onto his lap.
“I promise baby I won’t ever do it again.” His arms wrapped around your waist, with your legs on either side of him. “At least not in front of you.”
“Chris.” You exclaimed lightly smacking his chest making him laugh.
“I’m kidding baby.” He put his hands up in an innocent manner.
As you sat on his lap and Chris was looking up at you suddenly there was this thick tension in the room. Feeling a pressure between your legs as you lightly rocked back and forth. Unaware that you were turning him on, and causing him an erection.
It always amazed you how quickly this man could get horny just by the simplest things. A couple days ago you made him breakfast for dinner, and he tore your ass up in the kitchen. It didn’t take you much to turn him on.
“Hmmm.” He groaned as his eyes looked down to where you were sitting.
“What?” Asking shyly as you knew that look very well.
“I just want you so badly.” His hands moved to your backside gripping your cheeks in his palms as he massaged them.
Without saying a word you leaned forward, and placed your lips on his. He took that as a green light, and lifted you up keeping his hands right where they were. Squealing as he carried you right back into the bedroom.
Wrapping your hands into his hair as you tugged making him growl. Your panties by now were soaked in your arousal, and you couldn’t wait for him to rip them off of you.
Tossing you on the bed he immediately grabbed your pants, and pulled them down along with your panties. The cold breeze brushing against your folds making a shiver run up your spine.
Lifting your hands up to help him lift your shirt off. Your entire body on display for him licking his lips as he looked your figure up and down. Staring up at him as you waited for his next move. Moving your legs to wrap around his waist, and pull him closer.
“You want my cock is that it?” His tone mocking and teasing as he pressed his pelvis into yours. “Such a desperate little whore.”
“Please Chris.” Whining as you started to grind your hips up and down wiping your juices on his pants now.
Keeping your eyes on his as he pulled his shirt, and pants off kicking them to the side. Feeling your pussy clench as his cock slapped up against his stomach the tip red, and already leaking with cum.
“Gonna fuck you so hard baby.” Growling as he gripped his cock rubbing the tip up and down your folds making you moan. “What do you want Y/N?”
“You Chris.” Your answer wasn’t good enough as he raised his eyebrows for a more specific answer. “I want your cock Chris.”
“Oh fuck.” Groaning as he pushed his cock inside of you making you grip the sheets beneath you.
Keeping your mouth wide open as he moved his cock out slowly before shoving it sharply inside of you again. Your back arching off the bed with his swift movements. His hands gripping onto your hips as he slowly started thrusting.
“God you feel so amazing.” He leaned his head back watching the veins in his neck protruding out. “Wet little pussy all mine.”
Looking down to where you two were connected you watching in amazement as his thick cock disappeared inside of you. Your juices making it easier for him to thrust in and out of you. The noises your pussy was making had your cheeks, and ears heating up.
His eyes moved from your face to your chest. Watching as your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. One of his hands moving to your chest gripping the lump of flesh in his hand squeezing it hard making you cry out.
“Stretch that tight cunt of yours around me.” His tone so dark and menacing it had you moaning. “Gotta fuck you more often don’t I?”
Leaning his head forward to attach his lips along your neck and collarbone. Sucking on the flesh making the blood rise to the surface leaving is mark. Licking the area as he slowed his thrusting down making you whimper.
Your hands gripped his back as he would sharply drill his cock deeper inside of you. Raking your nails down his back as he found your sweet spot within minutes. Curling your toes so hard your foot started to cramp up.
“God you feel so good wrapped around me sweetheart.” Lifting his upper half up so he could look down at your writhing body beneath him.
Mouth hanging open little tiny whimpers leaving your throat unable to make any other sounds. Becoming so overwhelmed with pleasure as his cock drilled straight into your pussy. Feeling your orgasm approaching you already knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
“Harder Chris please.” Begging him feeling your stomach tightening as you knew you were so close to release.
“You want harder baby?” Slowing down his thrusts on purpose making you whine like a baby. “Wanna hear you beg me to fuck you harder.”
“God Chris please fuck god fuck me harder.” Screaming out as you started to move your hips on your own to feel more of him. “Fuck me harder Chris please.”
“Wanna feel that pussy squeeze around my cock.” Lifting your legs so they were leaning against his shoulders as he started to pound his cock inside of you. “That’s a good girl.”
Feeling your legs shaking and trembling as he never slowed down. By now there was probably a puddle of your sweat mixed with juices that were coating the sheets. The smell of sex and lust filled the room and entered into your nostrils.
Your body was moving all over the place your legs feeling sore from the position they were in. Your entire body felt like it was in flames, and you knew you were close. The room was filled with your whimper and his groans.
His hands moved up your legs to grip your ankles, and use them as leverage to thrust deeper inside of you until you felt him all the way in your stomach.
“Let me feel you cum around my cock sweetheart.” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against you and sharply drilled deep inside of staying still. “Let go baby.”
Your orgasm smacking you in the face as your entire body clenched, and your pussy tightening around him. Gripping onto his wrists as you tried to control your breathing. Your chest heaving up and down as you were coming down from your intense orgasm.
Chris kept his cock inside of you as he slowly moved your legs back down to his side. His hands rubbing up and down your outer thighs softly and soothingly. Watching as a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek, and landed on his chest.
“I’ll have to get in fights more often.” He joked making you roll your eyes and giggle.
Even though the two of you just had amazing sex you could feel him starting to get hard again already. Watching as his eyes roamed up and down your body. Never ever getting tired of you, and everything about you.
“No no more fights for you.” You shook your head as you leaned on your elbows to look at him.
“Ride my cock and we have a deal sweetheart.” He said smirking as he spread your legs a dark look twinkling in his eyes.
Summary: Chris Evans is a man with a certain reputation, and is known as a ladies man. When he lands a new leading role he has to go on tour to promote the movie. To make sure he doesn’t mess up this opportunity, and lose this role they hire you to keep him in line, and make sure he stays satisfied
Warnings: NSFW 18+, there is loads of sexual tension, smidge of spanking, some fingering, dirty talk, swear words
Summary: Chris Evans is a man with a certain reputation, and is known as a ladies man. When he lands a new leading role he has to go on tour to promote the movie. To make sure he doesn’t mess up this opportunity, and lose this role they hire you to keep him in line, and make sure he stays satisfied
Type: Series
Word Count: 1,522 words
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“So we don’t have a choice?” Asking somberly as Chris stood in front of you. “We have to go to this party?”
“Yes everyone involved in the movie has to be there.” He responded with a chuckle in regards to your facial expressions. “It won’t be that bad I promise.”
“I don’t know I don’t really fit in at these parties.” Hating being surrounded by people you didn’t know.
“The last party we went to wasn’t all that bad.” He said wiggling his eyebrows referring to the sudden bathroom encounter you two had.
“Shut up.” Laughing as you playfully rolled your eyes at him. “I was a little tipsy from the champagne.”
That was a blatant lie since you had barely touched any alcohol that night. It was the ex girlfriend that pushed you to do what you did. Seeing the way she looked at him brought something out of you.
“We’ve already been to like ten parties.” Groaning as you dramatically plopped down on the couch.
“This is only the second party.” He shook his head at you laughing at how overdramatic you were. “Stop acting like such a brat.”
Hearing him call you that had this sudden urge take over. Finding yourself wanting him right in this room right now. Never did you think having a man call you a brat would have you wanting to bend over this couch, and let him ravish you.
“Oh yeah?” Grinning as an idea popped up in your head. “And what are you going to do about it?”
A dark look in Chris’s eyes had your panties getting wet. It was crazy how fast this man could suddenly become a lust hungry animal. The way he was looking at you had a shiver running up your spine.
“Oh sweetheart you don’t know what you have done.” His words and dark tone had goosebumps appearing all over your skin.
“I think I know exactly what I have done.” Pushing back with confidence making him smirk at how playful you were acting with him.
“Stand up now.” He commanded with a bark as he sat down on the loveseat. “Come here.”
Walking timidly toward him you stood in front of him nervous now. You had poked the bear, and you had no idea what you were about to be in store for. You were playing a very dangerous game with him.
“Bend over my lap.” His voice was deep and raspy and you wasted no time in laying across his lap.
Without speaking you felt his hand coming down across your cheeks. Gasping out loud not expecting him to already get into it. Hearing him chuckle at your response enjoying this control he had over you.
Swiftly pulling your shorts down until they were hanging by your ankles. Smacking yourself mentally for not wearing any panties. Knowing that he was most likely smirking to himself aware at the fact you don’t always wear panties.
“Little vixen not wearing panties.” He tsked with a teasing tone in his voice. “It’s like you wanted me to have you like this.”
His hands rubbing your exposed skin back and forth making you moan. His touches so soft and sensual you could cum by just him touching you. Closing your eyes as he gave your behind a short massage.
If he wasn’t aware that you were wet he was going to quickly find out now. Surely your arousal was going to seep through to his pants. Parts of you should be embarrassed, but honestly you wanted him to see it.
“I want you to count.” Nodding your head you felt his hand coming down on your ass again.
“Two.” You squealed out as you adjusted yourself feeling his erection pressing into your stomach.
“Three.” This time his hand came down a little harder than the last two.
Never did you think you would like being spanked like this. Stuff like this never turned you on, and in fact you always were disgusted by people who liked intimate acts like this.
Now here you are practically silently begging for him to keep going. Hoping encounters like this would happen more often. Making teasing him like this would always prompt him to put you over his lap.
“F-four.” Stuttering as you felt the burn radiating across your skin this time. Hoping he wouldn’t spank you too many times.
“Five.” Crying out as you heard the smack echoing across the room, and your cheeks were on fire.
“Good girl.” He complimented as he softly rubbed your behind trying to sooth the ache you had. “I’ll have to spank you more often.”
“Never had a woman get this wet just by me spanking her.” He joked in reference to the wet spot he felt on his pants.
Keeping you on his lap you felt his hands moving further down to between your legs. His fingers pushing against your folds making you gasp. Hearing the squishy sounds of your wet pussy making your ears heat up.
Hearing him groan at how exactly wet you were. Hands gripping onto his pants as he pushed three fingers inside of you. Closing your eyes as he started to thrust his digits in and out.
“Could fuck this little pussy so hard right now.” He growled as he started picking up the pace of his fingers. “But I won’t.”
Smacking his hand against your cheeks making them jiggle. His other hand rubbing up and down your back all the way to your cheeks. Whimpers and moans leaving your lips when he would sharply smack his fingers deep inside of you.
“Pussy sucking my fingers so hard.” Leaning your head down as you bit your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck.”
“Oh god Chris.” Whimpering as the tip of his fingers rammed into your sweet spot.
Feeling your body moving back against his fingers to feel more of him. Imagining it was his cock that was deep inside of you. Although if you were honest both of them felt equally just as pleasurable.
“My fingers are soaked.” He was saying more to himself than to you, but he wanted you to hear him. “Thirsty for my cock baby?”
You were literally already on the brink of an orgasm from his fingers. Squeezing your pussy tightly against his fingers to let him know you were already close. His fingers felt so amazing inside of you, and you just wanted to start bouncing on them.
“I know baby I know.” His tone so mocking and he cooed at your writhing body against his lap. “You wanna cum so bad already.”
His fingers started curving inside of you making your hips move back and forth. His erection was literally poking your stomach to the point it was becoming uncomfortable. You just know he was trying so hard to control himself at this moment.
“But too bad you can’t.” Quickly pulling his fingers out of you making you whimper.
“Chris.” Exclaiming with a whine as you turned your head to look up at him.
He had a huge grin on his face as those same fingers that were just knuckle deep inside of you he was now sucking off those digits. Your mouth hanging open was you watched in bewilderment at how nonchalant he was about it.
“So delicious.” He complimented with a groan as he licked the last finger with a smack of his lips. “I would fuck you but we have a party to get ready for.”
With a swift and smooth smack of your cheeks indicating for you to stand up. On wobbly legs you stood up pulling your shorts back on. Giving you a sweet smile before he walked off to his room.
Watching him the whole time with a slight twinkle in your eye. Pushing away the nagging voice that told you not to do it. Telling you not to fall for this man. That he was no good for you, and he was only going to end up hurting you in the end.
Parts of you wondering if he was starting to feel the same way too. He probably wasn’t he probably could wait till this was over so he could sleep with however many women he wanted. That jealous little monster sitting on your shoulder at the thought of him with another woman.
Just as you stood up you were a phone go off. Noticing that Chris had left his phone out here. Grabbing it to give to him when a certain name caught your attention, and stopped you in your tracks.
Feeling your heart drop into your stomach, and feeling like it was going to fall out of your butt. Your throat felt like it was swelling up a lump forming making it hard to swallow. It was that dread you were feeling that you hoped wouldn’t happen.
Trying to wrap your mind around why on earth she would be texting him, and why was she going to this party. It was like all kinds of thoughts and questions were running across your mind.
From Scarlett:I can’t wait to see you tonight Chrissy;)
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Warnings: NSFW SMUT 18+, sex sex sex, absolute dirty talk, swear words, vaginal sex, smidge of fingering, loads of sexual tension, somewhat public sexual acts
Summary: You and Chris meet at a party, and things heat up, and both decide to have a little after party of your own
Type: One shot
Word Count: 969 words
“Oh god right there.” Screaming as he rammed into your sweet spot over and over again.
“Yeah that what you want?” His tone condescending and teasing. “Wanna cum around my cock?”
Hands raking up and down his back surely leaving marks. Wrapping your legs around his waist in hopes you could never let go of this man. His face breathing down your neck as he whispered filth into your ear.
His soft plump lips lingering against your skin leaving sweet kisses. The feeling of his hands running up and down your body had a shiver running up your spine.
“Never fucked such a wet delicious pussy like this.” His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
Glad that you decided to go to that party after all. Having met Chris Evans who then lured you into a bathroom where he fingered you up against a door.
That was enough of an invitation to let him take you home. Not wasting any time in ripping your clothes off. You had heard stories of what he was like in the bedroom, but you just never thought you’d get to experience it.
“Loved when I fingered that desperate little pussy of yours didn’t ya.” Not even asking you a question already knowing the answer to that.
It was true though you were soaked before he even laid his hands on you. Your pussy clenching around his thick fingers as they thrusted deeply inside of you. Having to keep a hand over your mouth so nobody heard you.
“Squeeze my cock baby.” He growled into your ear making you whimper. “Wanna feel that tight pussy squeeze me.”
“Fuck yes.” Opening your eyes to see him staring you down making it much more of an intimate moment.
Looking down briefly as you watched his now soaked cock enter inside of your body. Watching as he would pull all the way out then slam back in so deep you could feel him in your stomach.
“Come on baby don’t be shy.” His hand grabbed your chin to keep eye contact when you looked away. “Wanna watch your face as you cum.”
His eyes trained on your bouncing breasts licking his lips before he attached his mouth around your left breast. Sucking on the nipple until it was raw and hard. Your mouth hanging open as your senses were becoming overly heightened.
Switching to the other nipple to give it the same amount of attention. His drool all around the nipple making a cold breeze hit your skin making goosebumps appear.
“God I love your cock.” You motivated making him grab your legs and place them high in the air getting a whole new angle.
Hands on either side of you as his cock was hitting deeper inside. Arching your back off the bed as you felt your entire body turning into molten lava.
“Fuck you feel so damn good.” Groaning as his hand reached down to rub your overly sensitive clit. “Could fuck this pussy all day.”
Rubbing your now bulging nub back and forth making you squeal. Throwing your head back as your legs started to shake, and your toes curling in the air. Nobody has ever made you feel this pleasure, and you never wanted it to end.
Feeling that familiar feeling of your stomach tightening, and the sudden urge to go. Seconds away from your orgasm. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours echoing around the room. Little whimpers and gasp leaving your lips as your entire body trembled.
“You’re all mine.” His words should have turned you off, but instead made you crave him more.
You’ve never felt such a stronger power take over you when he spoke to you like this. He was making you feel so sexy without really saying the words. This man already had you in his webs, and you didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon.
“Fuck cum around my cock Y/N.” He groaned as he felt you squeezing his cock. “Wanna feel it baby.”
“Shit I’m cumming.” You cried out as your hands gripped his thighs lightly pushing him back. “Oh god fuck.”
“Ohh that’s it baby.” He soothed you through your orgasm as he slowly pumped himself inside of you feeling yourself getting filled with his warm load.
His hands under your knees as he tried keeping you still. Watching your face unravel from your orgasm, and looked down where you two were connected. A part of you didn’t want him to pull out.
Hissing when he pulled out feeling cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets. Your cheeks like like they were enflamed and hot as he was watching you.
“Shit that was amazing.” He spoke with a chuckle making you smile as you nodded your head in agreement. “Still hard.”
“Really?” Sounding shocked as you leaned up on your elbows to look down and see in fact he was still hard.
“Just can’t get enough of that pussy.” He said as his hands moved from your legs all the way up to your breasts.
Gripped the lumps of flesh in his hands as he rubbed against them back and forth. His hips moving around as he rubbed his erect cock against your somewhat wet folds. Opening your legs a little wider inviting him in again.
Smirking at how compliant and eager you were for him already. His hands sliding back down to your hips again as you felt yourself grinding against him this time your arousal lathering him up.
“You just have to catch me first.” You playful giggled as you quickly jumped out of his grasp suddenly, and ran out of the room.
“Your pussy is in trouble now.” Hearing him laugh as his footsteps stomped right after you. “That pussy is all mine.”
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Warnings: NSFW SMUT 18+, there is oral female receiving, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style sex, dirty talk, smidge of spanking, swear words, loads of sexual tension
Summary: Chris Evans is a man with a certain reputation, and is known as a ladies man. When he lands a new leading role he has to go on tour to promote the movie. To make sure he doesn’t mess up this opportunity, and lose this role they hire you to keep him in line, and make sure he stays satisfied
Type: Series
Word Count: 1,779
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“Fuck me.” Whining as Chris was thrusting his thick tongue inside of you. “God I love your tongue.”
Grinding your hips against his mouth wishing you could grab onto his hair. Your hands tied up to the headboard of the bed. Chris got the idea from your little game, so he pulled out the cuffs and put them on you.
All he wanted to see was you tied up in his bed while he did whatever he wanted to you. That’s why he was digging his tongue deep inside of you till you felt him in your stomach. Begging him to unlock the handcuffs.
“Please Chris let me touch you.” Gasping as his whole mouth attached itself to your clit. “Oh my god shit.”
“Mmm not good enough.” Lifting his head up so he could look at your sweaty disheveled face. “Beg for it sweetheart.”
“Fuck Chris please.” You begged as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud making your wrists push against the metal of the cuffs.
Tossing your hips back and forth as you leaned your head back. Chris had a grip on your hips to keep you from moving. Holding onto you so tightly bruises would probably form.
“Chris please I want to touch you so badly it hurts.” Crying out feeling tears threatening to spill. “Chris I beg you please uncuff me I’ll do whatever you want.”
“That’s it baby.” Chris smirked against your thigh giving it a light kiss. “Such a good girl.”
Leaning up he unlocked the handcuffs then dove right back in between your legs. His mouth latching onto your clit as he sucked hard. Your hands immediately gripped his hair as your stomach was starting to clench.
“Fucking hell Chris just like that.” Squealing as your pussy was starting to clench around air.
Moving your hips up and down against his mouth as you felt yourself getting closer. Looking down to watch as he devoured your pussy like a starved animal. The scruff of his beard scratching along your skin making you shiver.
One of his hands moved up to grip your exposed breast, and pinch the nipple between his fingers making you whine. He looked up at your face and you could feel him smirking against you as he watched your writhing form.
“God I’m so close.” Your back arching off the bed as the fire in the stomach was ignited. “Make me cum Chris.”
The vibrations off him humming against you had your legs buckling. Eyes closing shut as your body was tingling, and your mind was becoming hazy.
Your moans and whimpers echoing around the room. The sounds of his slurping your juices had your cheeks heating up. His tongue wasn’t letting up against your clit, and you were seconds from orgasm.
“Fuck oh my god I’m cumin.” Trying to push his head back but he stayed right where he was.
If anything he latched himself even more onto you. Feeling your pussy clench tightly as your release came so quickly you were even ready. Feeling the warm liquid pouring out of you, and into Chris’s mouth.
Breathing heavily as you closed your eyes already exhausted from that orgasm. Hands lazily fell down to your side as you felt a drop of sweat roll down your face.
Chris licked your still sensitive pussy a couple times making you moan. Bending knees slightly as he kissed the area, and the inner sides of your thighs. His hands caressing your legs tenderly as you were still trying to calm down.
“Oh I’m not done with you yet Y/N.” Looking at him with a huge smirk on his face.
Not giving you any time to react as he flipped you over on your stomach. Grabbing your hips so your ass was in the air. Turning your head to the side as your hands were on either side of your head.
“Gotta feel that pussy around my cock again.” Feeling something rubbing against your now wet folds. “Want to stretch that little cunt out.”
Gathering your juices on himself as you slightly wiggled your hips to tease him. Laughing at your eagerness he pushed himself inside of you making you gasp.
“Still so fucking tight.” Sneering through tight teeth as he felt you adjusting around him before moving.
Your entire body moving against the bed with every single thrust. The sounds of your ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis rand through your ears. Your hands reached out the grip the sheets as you felt him all the way in your stomach.
“Fuck I wish I had a camera so you could see yourself.” He growled as one of his hands moved up your spine to your shoulder. “Watch myself fucking you.”
His hand gripped the back of your neck to hold onto as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. Gasping into the covers as you felt his cock hitting your sweet spot. Pressing your face into the mattress as you knew you were close already.
At one point you were backing yourself up against him to meet his thrusts. He saw exactly what you were doing, and stopped your movements. He wanted to be the one in control right now.
“Swallowing my whole cock so good.” Complimenting as he looked down to where you two were connected. “God you feel so delicious.”
Feeling his hand coming down on your ass making you hiss. Leaving a couple more spanks the stinging not so bad. Lifting your head up as your mouth hung open while he sharply thrusted against you.
“Harder.” Whimpering softly when you noticed he wasn’t pounding into you as harshly. “Harder please.”
“Want me to fuck your harder baby?” His tone mocking as he tried to get a look at your face. “Little slut want more of my cock.”
“God yes please.” Screaming out not even embarrassed you were begging like a wanton little vixen.
Gripping both of your hips tightly again as he drilled his cock harder inside of you. Your breasts bouncing back and forth with his violent thrusts. Feeling another orgasm coming up again.
“Can feel you squeezin my cock baby.” Hearing that made you squeeze around him again. “Just like that baby.”
A heat spreading across your body as your toes were curling. Closing your eyes as you were letting the feeling take over. Rolling your hands into fists against the sheets until your knuckles were hurting.
“Wanna feel that pussy cum all over me.” He encouraged you to release your cries of pleasure echoing around the room.
Lifting your upper half up so it was leaning against his body. Your head leaned back against his shoulder as he kept pounding inside of you. His lips attached themselves to your neck giving you sloppy kisses.
Feeling one of his hands reached down to start rubbing your clog making you gasp. Whispering dirty things in your ear the whole time making you feel overwhelmed. Your hands gripping onto his thighs as the new angle had you seeing stars.
“Oh god oh god.” Whimpering as your pussy clenched tightly your stomach heaving in as your release came again.
“Fuck baby oh god I’m right there.” Chris groaned as he swiftly thrusted inside of you a couple more times his warm cum filling you up.
Your entire body was shaking and trembling as you were coming down from your high. All you wanted right now after that was to lay down, and sleep for days. Those were two of the best orgasms you have had so far.
Chris held you against his chest as your body felt so limp. Trying to catch your breath as the two of you were breathing in sync. The room smelled like sex and sweat filling your nostrils.
“God I’m so thirsty.” He chuckled as he pulled himself out of you making you hiss.
Your pussy was so raw you felt like you needed to sit on a bag of ice. Laying there with a hand across your stomach as you felt some of yours and his cum leaking out of you. Not even caring if you looked like a hot mess at this point.
When you started to close your eyes a ding across the room woke you up. It was your phone so you were curious to who was messaging you. Getting up slightly stumbling as you walked since your legs felt like noodles.
Your eyes almost going wide, and your blood going cold at who had messaged you. It was the last person you expected to even talk to you remotely to even have your number. It was your douche, asshole of an ex.
Y/E/N:Hey gorgeous!
Staring at your phone wondering if you should respond or not. A part of you just wanted to throw your phone, and scream at the top of your lungs. The other part wanted to respond just to see what he wanted.
He was a possessive, controlling, mental abuser who cheated on you whenever he so pleased. When you finally decided to leave him he didn’t exactly take it the best. In fact he was incredibly mad, and threatened if he couldn’t have you nobody could.
It was weird after all this time he decided to message you. Given the fact where you were at right now in life. He definitely would not be happy if he ever found out what you were doing right now.
“You okay?” Chris’s concerned voice broke you from your trance. “You’ve been staring at your phone for a few good minutes.”
“Oh yeah sorry.” Putting your phone down as you gave him a weak smile. “Just someone I didn’t expect to hear from.”
“Anyone exciting?” He asked he gulped down some water wondering if you should tell him.
“Not really.” You shrugged off as grabbed your shirt off the floor and put it on. “Just an old friend.”
“You wanna watch something?” Asking as he took his place in bed right beside you grabbing a remote turning on the television. “We could watch Saw.”
“Dear god please no don’t put that on.” Exclaiming with a rush as you quickly turned to look at him with a scared look on your face.
“I’m just fucking with you.” He laughed at your reaction shuffling through his movies. “Not in the mood right now anyway.”
Giving a weak laugh as you laid there biting your bottom lip looking at your phone. Feeling slightly guilty for not telling him it was your ex that had messaged you. It was really none of his business, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. Besides he probably wouldn’t find out anyway.
Warnings: NSFW SMUT 18+, loads of sex, bathroom sex, there is discussion of sex, mild female masturbation, sexual tension, lots of dirty talk, swear words, and slight ass spanking
Summary: Chris Evans is a man with a certain reputation, and is known as a ladies man. When he lands a new leading role he has to go on tour to promote the movie. To make sure he doesn’t mess up this opportunity, and lose this role they hire you to keep him in line, and make sure he stays satisfied
Type: Series
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“How do you like it?” Chris asked once you both had stepped on the bus.
Looking around incredibly impressed with how huge and luxurious it looked. Everything looked shiny and brand new. This bus probably cost more than anything you’ve owned.
“It’s amazing.” Stating in awe as you sat down on the leather sofa. “I could live here.”
“Yeah well this will be your home for the next six months.” Chris sat down next to you both your thighs touching. “So get comfy.”
“Have you ever done anything like this?” He asked you out of the blue turning to look at you.
“Uh nope never done anything remotely close to something like this.” Cracking an awkward smile as you looked down at you lap.
“Well I gotta know what’s something you won’t do.” Licking his lips making you look up at him. “Just so I know I’m not crossing any boundaries.”
“Can’t really think of anything I don’t like.” Shrugging your shoulders answering honestly. “I’m pretty much up for anything.”
“You like to be eaten out?” Coughing all of a sudden with his abrupt question.
“Uh yeah I do.” Hearing that had him winking at you. Guessing that you were going to be in for a lot of oral now.
Now wondering what his tongue would feel like against you. His tongue would probably feel like a warm, wet, thick, and soft piece of clothing. Seeming like a guy that knew a woman’s body, and would probably pay special attention to your clit.
Shaking those images out of your head once you realized you were just staring. Not trying to get all turned on already. Parts of you just wanted to relax, and maybe even just get to know Chris a little better.
“You like anal?” He threw another question at you.
“Never done it.” A shiver running up your spine at the thought of him slowly pushing his cock into your ass. “I would like to try though.”
“That a girl.” He seemed to like that answer as he clicked his tongue at you. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Well now you were going to add anal to the list of things he was going to be doing to you. Not that you would have a problem you just didn’t know if you would exactly like it. It’s never something you really were interested in, but your main job was to keep him satisfied.
The whole point was to keep him from sleeping around with other women. Not doing the things he wanted would probably sexually frustrate him, and turn him to someone who would satiate his needs.
You were just going to have to suck it up, and do what he wanted. There may be things you didn’t want to do that he might make enjoyable for you. For instance the whole anal thing. It may be something you don’t find a turn on, but it he makes you feel good you’ll want it more.
“Do you have a safe word?” He grinned at you lightly pushing his shoulder against yours.
“Nope never had to use one.” Shaking your head a look of surprise on his face.
“Really?” He said as he leaned forward putting a hand on his hip. “I’ll be sure to change that.”
The way he was staring at you had the room suddenly raise a couple degrees. Your insides were swimming with desire, and you could feel your thighs clenching tightly. He was casting a spell on you that you didn’t even realize.
“I think I’m gonna use the bathroom.” Excusing yourself as you walked away before anything happened already.
Shutting the door behind you as you leaned both hands against the sink. Turning on the water splashing the cold water on your neck, and cheeks hoping that would cool you down. Staring at yourself in the mirror wondering if you made a good choice.
This man screamed trouble, and you were already getting nervous. Not even in the bud for five minutes, and he was already trying to get you in the bed.
Pushing a hand down your pants to feel you were already wet. Just the thought of him on top of you kissing your neck as he pounded his cock into you had you rubbing your folds.
Rubbing three fingers slowly up and down your folds gathering juices before you pushed all three of them inside of you. Lightly gasping as you felt the stretch around your fingers. Gripping on the edge of the sink as you closed you eyes.
Leaning your head back as you imagined Chris standing in front of you with his three fingers deep inside your pussy. His fingers looked thick, and would be enough to make you cum all over them.
Letting a moan slip past your lips as you pushed them even deeper. Placing your hand over your mouth to keep your noises muffled. Surely he heard that one, but you didn’t care at the moment , and you wanted to keep going.
Closing your eyes as you thrust your fingers faster. Hearing the sounds of your wet pussy echoing in the small room. Rotating your hips back and forth trying to get more of your fingers. Imaging that it was Chris’s cock inside of you instead.
“Tsk tsk tsk.” A deep voice broke you from your intimate moment making you jump pulling your fingers out. “Playing with yourself when I’m just right here.”
Staring at him as your soaked fingers were glistening in the light. You were caught red handed, and you didn’t know whether to be turned on or afraid. Based off the look on his face he was turned on very much.
Standing there your feet frozen to the floor, and no words coming out of your mouth. Waiting for him to make his next move since you felt somewhat embarrassed. Nobody has ever caught you touching yourself, and of course the first time had to be Chris.
You didn’t even hear the door opening which really baffled you. Maybe you were enjoying yourself so much you didn’t hear it. Mentally slapping your head for not paying more attention or locking the door at least.
“Bet that pussy is soaked for me huh?” He shut the door behind him as he stood in front of you. “Fuck I can smell you from here.”
Lifting his nose in the air as he took a deep breath. Grabbing hand that was just inside you and sticking those three fingers inside of his mouth. Wrapping his fingers around them with a groan.
“Delicious.” He smacked his lips as he let go of your hand. Your mouth hanging open as you watched everything unfold. “God I need you so badly right now.
Not wasting another second he quickly turned you around. Pushing your front right up against the sink. Hands gripped your hips as he quickly pulled your pants and underwear down past your knees.
Hearing the sound of his belt and pants being pulled down as well. Looking in the mirror to see his huge and erect cock ready to action. Pre cum already leaking out the tip, and seeing his veins protruding making you gulp.
He was huge and now you were even more nervous he was going to be too huge for you. Watching as he pumped his cock a few times before he rubbed it up and down your folds to gather your arousal.
His eyes on yours as he suddenly pushed his cock inside of you making you cry out with uneven breaths. Hands tightly gripping onto the sides of the sink as you closed your eyes.
“Jesus I knew you were tight.” He growled as he stayed still so you could adjust to him. “Gonna have to stretch this little pussy out.”
Feeling you clench your pussy around him he took that as his cue to move. Slowly pushing himself in and out of you while he kept his hands on your hips. Drilling deeper and faster as he looked at your facial expressions. It was spurring him on and motivating him to move even harder.
His cock was filling you to the brim all the way up into your stomach. Your body moving against the sink with every movement he made. Hearing your ass cheeks clapping against him making you moan.
Every few thrusts he would rotate his hips in figure eight movements making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Not only was this man’s cock huge, but he knew exactly what to do with it.
“Such a good girl taking my cock well.” He complimented as he looked down to watch his cock disappear inside of you. “Pussy has been begging for this.”
Your head leaning forward to press against the mirror. Mouth hanging open as little gasps and whimpers left your lips. Feeling his thrusts becoming faster, and more aggressive. Leaning up on your tippy toes to feel more of him.
It’s been so long since you have felt this good. Wanting nothing more than to have his cock in you all the time now. You wanted to worship him, and you would get down on your knees and beg for his cock.
“Oh god right there.” Screaming as you felt him hit your sweet spot. Grinning down as he watched your body tremble beneath him.
“That what you want sweetheart?” His hand grabbed your neck and pulled you body back and up against his. “Fuck baby you feel so good.”
Feeling your walls already tightening around him. Already on the brink of your release as you head was spinning. Your toes curling on the insides of your shoes. You didn’t know how much longer you were going to last.
“Harder.” You begged noticing his thrusts had slowed down. He just chuckled in your ear wanting to play a game. “Harder please.”
“Say my name.” He stopped almost completely making you whimper. “Say my name.”
Backing your hips up into him to feel all of him, but he stilled your movements. Leaning your head back against his shoulder as he kissed aggressively against your neck. Sucking on the exposed flesh feeling blood rise to the surface.
“Chris.” Squealing out making his hand come down on your ass. Surely that was going to leave a mark on you.
“Say it again.” He commanded as he sharply thrust his hips inside of you. This was a man that definitely was in charge, and had to be the dominant one always.
“Fuck Chris.” Hearing that was all he needed to keep going. This time he was pounding into you like he was a wild animal.
Leaning your body forward again one hand in your lower back this time. Every few seconds his hand coming down on your ass making you hiss knowing his hand print would surely show up. He would laugh though every time you squealed when he did that.
“I knew you liked to be spanked.” His hands gripped your ass cheeks as he watched you back your body into his cock. “Dirty little whore for me.”
His eyes on you the whole time as he was admiring your body. Watching the way you worked, and what kinds of faces you made when he would do a certain thing. Almost like he wanted to learn what you liked the best.
You were quickly approaching your release tears brimming the corners of your eyes on the brink of your orgasm. Your stomach was starting to tighten and you felt like you had to go to the bathroom. Nails scratching against the sink the pain being overtaken by pleasure.
“Cum around my cock for me baby.” He growled into your ear as he leaned over your body pulling your head up towards his chin. “Squeeze my cock.”
Your back arched in a different way but it felt so good. Closing your eyes when your orgasm hit you so fast making your body shake. Chris could feel you squeezing his cock cumming around him. A few more thrusts, and you felt Chris’s cock twitch inside of you squirting him warm load inside of you.
Both of you trying to catch your breath. Your legs were shaking and his hands were still on your hips keeping you close to him. Pulling his cock out of you hissing at the feeling of how sensitive and sore you were.
“Jesus fuck I knew you were going to kill me with this pussy.” He joked the both of you laughing as you straightened yourselves up. “God damn never had a pussy like you.
“Well I’m not like any woman you’ve ever had.” Coming up with a quick comeback smirking at him.
“I think you and I are going to have too much fun Y/N.” He turned you around placing his soft lips on yours.
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