China Doll Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, face sitting, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Tags:@rebellious-desires@mrsbanreswillseeyou@eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

Being an intern for Andy Barber was fun so far. In the year that I’ve worked here I’ve been treated with nothing but respect and to say my boss was eye candy was an understatement. Yet he’s married. Me and Andy have gained an amazing repertoire with each other becoming more so friends that boss and intern. It’s just his coworkers who have yet to respect me and I don’t wanna day anything because they have more seniority than I do and I don’t wanna damage my internship

“Blondie file these for me” Neal drops an entire stack of files on my desk on top of the stack I already have and by the looks of it I’ll be here all night. Neal was the one who hired me but I sort of migrated to working with Andy majority of the time. I cut him a side eye and he smirks staring at me with lingering eyes that don’t reside on my face, more so on my breasts. I wish I could slap that smirk off his face. He’s the only who calls me Blondie because he doesn’t see my intelligence yet if I weren’t smart I wouldn’t be an intern at the most prestigious law incorporation in the world.

“Don’t call me that Neal I’ve told you before” I stand my ground daring him to do it again with my fierce eyes.

“Blondie” he chuckles walking away from me and I groan rubbing my hands over my face.

I grab my midnight green iPhone 11 Pro Max and tap twice on it revealing the time. 7:32. I’ve been here for almost 10 hours. I stretch my neck rolling it and I stand up stretching allowing my shirt to to rise above my belly button showing my piercing. I let it fall and a door opens. That’s when I see Andy. Face long and tired but nonetheless he still works harder than ever.

“Hey China Doll I didn’t know you were still here” I nod. I’ve been told he calls me China doll because of my big pretty brown eyes. In Andy’s words not my own.

“Yea Neal is making me file all of these”

“Fuck him lets go to a bar” I chuckle at his jokes and vulgarity only to see he’s dead serious

“As much as I wish I could leave he’d fire on and this isn’t even a real job”

“Y/N I wouldn’t let him do that you’re my best girl here and frankly most hard-working” although this was true it’s something about the term ‘my best girl’ that leaves guilty butterflies floating in my stomach. Guilty because he’s married with a child “come on I’ll buy all your rounds” he smiles

“You don’t have to” I set down the files and grab my purse. I save and log out of my computer. Andy leads the way and I follow suit. He pulls the door open letting me go through before turning off the lights and locking up. We head outside to his Audi and my Lexus.

“I’ll follow you”

“Ok I know a bar just down the way” I nod and get in my car watching Andy get in his. I take a deep breath turning the engine. I’m really heading to a bar with my boss’s boss.

Me and Andy are about 2 shots in and we’re giggling like children “ok take a shot if you’ve ever been blackout drunk” I watch Andy grab his glass as I grab my last and he watches me turn the glass letting the acidic liquid glide down my throat. I grab a lime sucking on it to decrease the taste of the brown liquor.

“You’ve never been blacked out?” He had one more shot that hasn’t been touched meaning I lost the game. Now that I’m really looking at him he looks hot. Maybe that’s the liquor getting to my head but it’s just something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel hot. “No my friends have but I haven’t”

“You wanna know something?” I smile leaning forward unconsciously. He does the same mocking me with a playful smile.

“I didn’t think you were this laid back. I was honestly scared of you” I laugh hiccuping

“I get more laid back than this” he smirks with suggestive eyes that create a pool in my underwear “Can I tell you something?” He asks

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about you since the day you walked through those doors” and that’s when it began. The room got hot and my cheeks were flushed with sexual blush. That’s when I realized I wanted him right then and there.

“Do you mind if we leave?” I ask

We bust through the door of my apartment and his hands are kneading my ass all while picking me up to wrap my legs around his hips. His soft lips are clad to mine and his perfect teeth graze at my bottom lip. I open my mouth inviting his tongue. The taste of tequila and mint consume me along with his powerful cologne that makes my knees buckle. Andy tears off my button down revealing the lacy red bra. He holds me up with one hand and the other moves to my hair pulling me back. He picks a broad stripe up my neck ending it with a hard duck making my clit jump.

He gets me to my bedroom laying me down and slithering up to my lips. I flip us around taking control as I kiss his neck. My skirt is hiked up to my waist and I pull it over my head throwing it on the floor. I grab the bottom of his shirt lifting it over his head discarding it with the rest of the clothes.

I feel how hard Andy is under me making me grind on him harder. He slaps the side of my ass. He grabs my throat pulling me down to his lips. He lets go of my lips with a smack and moves his lips to my ear kissing me softly “sit on daddy’s face” I couldn’t be wetter. With confidence I pull off my underwear and place both of my thighs on each side of his head resting my dripping pussy on his lips. Right off the bat Andy sucks my clit like a lollipop and my hands rest on top of his that are on my hips.

My body has a mind of its own as I rock against his hips. I look down at his steel blue eyes glimmering in the dim lamp light looking back at me. He lets out a beautiful moan and I bite my lip exhaling sharply. His tongue moves from my clit to my inside slurping me straight from the source. “Just like that” I moan. My right hand unclasps my bra taking it off and my other hand moves to his head keeping him steady as I ride his face. My moans get louder as he goes back to flicking my clit in a fast motion not hesitating to press his blunt nails into my hips holding me down.

Andy wraps his lips around my clit sucking on me like a leech. My vision becomes hazy, partly because the liquor is still in my system, as he keeps me in the same spot not able to move. My breath becomes more shallow and I try pulling off of his face feeling the pleasure become unbearable “it-it’s too much daddy it’s too much” I moan in a rushed tone He continues his assault until I’m screaming his name and cumming in his mouth. I hear his vulgar smacks and moans from under me making my body rock that much harder. Andy stops moving completely letting me ride out my orgasm on his face holding direct eye contact. This man is the devil.

Andy finally lets me go and he unlatches from me with a smack. I come off of his face watching his beard glisten and a smile on his face. “Fuck me please” I lean down kissing him tasting myself on his lips and tongue. My hand glides over his stomach grabbing his dick but he quickly grabs my hand flipping us around and pinning me to the bed. “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes daddy” Andy pulls down his boxers and he wasn’t lacking in neither width or length (I know y’all saw that Chris Evans leak). My jaw drops at his size and he chuckles “I haven’t seen that in a long time” he grabs a condom rolling it on getting prepared.

He starts with the head stretching me out a little. Now here goes the hard part. Andy keeps inching in me as I breathe through the pressure of my walls expanding accepting him gracefully. Once my clit is rubbing against his pelvis he’s fully inside of me, Andy starts off with small strokes along with peppering kisses along my face and jawline. “Faster daddy. Harder” he chuckles at my requests pulling out completely leaving me empty. Before I can demur he plunges back into me leaving my mouth wide open. Andy is rhythmic making sure I feel each and every inch when he reenters me with such passion. “Fuck you’re so tight. I gotta stretch that pretty little pussy out”

“Please stretch it out daddy fuck” my nails glide down his back which I know will leave marks. Andy’s hips ripple into mine with such force that drives my eyes to the back of my head. My jaw drops and Andy comes down kissing me with such passion if I were standing I’d be dizzy by now. He bites my lip still drilling me, my breathing is ragged and my moans are so loud my voice is getting hoarse “such a good little slut for me aren’t you princess”

“Yes yes yes” as he continues thrusting leading us both to the edge that wallowing coup de Grace is close to its mark. Andy wraps his hand around my throat squeezing to make me dizzy but I still have limited air. I bite my lip feeling his necklace hit the bottom of my chin. “Look at me when I make you cum” it’s damn near impossible but I manage to watch him. I grab the sheets and my body rocks as he pounds me through my soul shattering orgasm. Andy’s eyes close and he leans down placing his head in my neck never losing rhythm. “Fuck” he grabs the back of my neck pressing our foreheads together as he fills me with his seed mewling out. He starts slowing down once he’s bottoming himself out and comes to a stop leaving me sore but still very happy. Andy pulls out rubbing my clit making me jolt with how sensitive I am. He throws away the condom and lays next to me while I throw my arm across his chest. He cuddles me closer pushing me into a deep well needed sleep.

I feel the sun poking through my curtains and a raging headache that’s making me dizzy. I notice I’m extra warm and I feel an arm around my waist and something poking me in my butt. I look back seeing Andy asleep and I smile then my smile fades and turns into a horrible frown. I tap Andy’s shoulder and he stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes. His phone vibrates in his jeans and he gets up grabbing it. His face goes blank and he answers the call “hey Laurie”

My jaw drops and I drop my head in my hands. I feel nauseous. Andy ends the conversation and looks at me “did we have sex last night?”

It’s a silly question I can feel the soreness between my legs. I stand up out of bed nearly falling over again from how weak my legs are.

“We did and that was Lauie” he says running his hands over his face. I start panicking and sit back on the bed. Obviously it’s clear he sees it. Andy comes over towering over me. He gets down on one knee lifting my leg over his shoulder kissing it softly “Andy you’re wife just called and I know she’s worried sick- oh fuck” his plump lips wrap around my clit “Andy we can’t- oh god” my back arches and I grab his head with the intent to move him away but my hands bring him closer as my breathing picks up. My hips roll along his face and I bite my lip as he continues sucking on my clit like he didn’t just assault it last night. “Andy we’re gonna be late for work Jesus”

“Mhmm” he hums going deeper and using 2 fingers to work at my entrance. He curls those 2 fingers sucking on my clit and hitting my g-spot like no tomorrow until I’m left leaking on his tongue and crying out his name. My legs shake trying to close his head in yet I want him away as the overbearing pleasure dizzies me.

“That’s my girl” he moans cleaning me completely. Andy stands up and I lay back just staring at the ceiling “come on now we’re almost late” he winks

“Wait I need to get my car”

“Ok I’ll wait for you to get ready” and that’s just what he does. Occasionally his wife would call and he’d talk to Jacob before school but other than that he was right there.

I’m all ready and dressed in a tight dress and he grabs his jacket that he had on last night. We get in Andy’s car and he drives off to the bar around the corner. Just watching him drive made me want a round 2 but he had a family to go home to and though I’ve already done so I don’t wanna interrupt that. Yet I already have. The guilt feeling consumes me again making me nauseous and overly dizzy.

“Andy pull over” I wretch and he obliges. I open the door vomiting whatever little food I had the night before. I cough letting all of my contents out while feeling Andy’s large hand rubbing my back. Once I’m finished he pulls over to my car and hands me some water. I gargle it walking to the back of the car spitting it out. I go in my purse and grab a piece of gum “I’ll let you know when I make it to the office” I make it to my car and he opens the door for me.

“Ok and Y/N” I look up at his dazzling blue eyes that are softened on me “I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this. I don’t regret it”

I nod and close my door pulling off.

China Love Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

Tags:@rebellious-desires@mrsbanreswillseeyou@eclecticblkgirl@designerwriterchic@bvssmob

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

…

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

….

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

…

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

….

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.

Steve Rogers

Chris Evans - Right Now

“Do you have pink eye shadow?”

“Right there.”

“Blue?”

“Here.”

Chris sat on the floor, small girl stood between his splayed legs, letting her essentially colour in his face. I was handing her make up from the small pouch on my lap, I felt oddly like a nurse handing a surgeon tools to carry out the job. Chris fiddled with his fingers nervously as she gave the finishing touches before stepping back.

“Okay, done.” She proudly turned to me with a wide smile.

I struggled to hold in my laughter.

Chris blinked his blue and pink glittering eyes open and nervously offered me a smile in red. His cheeks had never been so pink, a thick layer of blush on his apples. His eyebrows were a shade or two darker and his cheekbones were cut in with heavy contour.

“You did so good.” I praised the girl who handed Chris a mirror.

His eyes widened as he stared at his reflection. “Do you like it?” She asked.

“I love it.” He said. “Thank you.”

My phone pinged as her mother’s name popped up, letting me know she was five minutes away. Packing up the little girls belongings, Chris hurried into the bathroom before Sophie could see what her daughter had done.

“Thanks for taking care of her.” She warmly smiled as her daughter curled around her leg. “Where’s Chris?”

“Your daughter may have turned him into a Drag Queen.”

Sophie laughed. “She has a habit of doing that with her dad too.”

Once they left I slunk through the house looking for Chris, discovering him in the bathroom with a wet wash cloth desperately scrubbing his face.

“It’s not coming off.” He panicked.

I took the cloth from his hand and quickly soaked a reusable make up pad with make up-remover and tilted his head down to me.

“Let me.” I softly swiped the abomination off his face and had him back to his usual handsome self in no time. “Pink is definitely you’re colour.”

“Shut up.” He chuckled.

I looped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I like watching you with her.”

“Oh yeah?” He cocked a brow. “Why?”

I shrugged and kissed him again. “You’re good with children.”

His hands squeezed my hips as he drew my body flush against his. “Careful now, you’re sounding like you want one.”

“Maybe I do.” I looked into his eyes. “What would you say?”

“I’d say I want one too.” He hummed lowly. “I’d say maybe we should make one now.”

“Right now?” I giggled.

“Right now.”

Chris Evans - Drabble

“Promise you know what you’re doing.”

“Yes, I’ve watched many YouTube videos on it.”

“And you won’t take too much?”

“Not an inch over what you’ve asked.” Chris winked at me through the mirror. “Come on baby, I did Scott’s just last week.”

“That was shaving Christopher, this is styling.” I noted with emphasis. “Just don’t get scissor happy.”

“Yes, okay, now be quiet, I need to work.” He dramatically feigned.

He concentrated awfully hard, snipping away here and there. Lockdown had got to our household quickly, Scott and Chris shaving each other’s heads last week. My hair became long and unmanageable and Chris said he’d cut it.

Looking at myself now, I regret it.

“It’s not that bad.” Scott winced. “It’s very…french.”

I cried into the mirror as Chris sheepishly looked at me. “I have a bob, a wonky bob!” I wailed.

“I could even it-“

“You aren’t coming bloody near me!” I snapped as Chris attempted to correct his mistake.

“I’m an actor, what do you expect!”

“So this is my fault now?”

“It’ll grow back.” Scott interrupted our little argument with a promised.

I wiped my tears. “I hate you boys.”

They both sniggered at each other. I really did hate them.

Chris Evans - Yes

Chris peered down at me with the same glint in his eye I’d seen so many times, watching me closely as my chest heaved up and down. He was close, chest bumping against mine, hand reaching out to graze against my knuckles.

“You’ve chosen him?” He lowly asked.

“I…that’s not…” I fumbled over my words as my eyes drifted to his lips.

“You just said we needed to end our little affair.” He said. “That’s choosing him, no?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Then what is it?” His hands took mine, bringing them up to plant on his chest.

His hands squeezed my hips, slowly inching my skirt up so he could nuzzle his fingers against my warm flesh.

“I met him first.” I weakly excused.

“But you fell for me first.” Before I could utter a word back, Chris pressed a hasty kiss to my lips.

I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his neck, flushing my body against his. His hands squeezed the skin on my hips before skimming round to grab my behind. I opened my mouth to gasp which was swallowed by Chris’ tongue.

He easily won control as he pushed me backwards until my calves hit the frame of the bed. A squeak left my lips as Chris pushed me back, a small chuckle leaving his lips as I wide-eyed peered to at him.

“You can still leave.” He taunted as he crawled up my body, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“No.” I quickly huffed as I weaved my fingers into his hair.

Chris bit his lip, I could see his mind thinking. “I won’t touch you till you say you love me,” he bargained. “Won’t fuck you till you say you’ll leave him.”

“Chris.” I whined, bucking my hips to gain any sort of friction.

His hands soothed over my hair and he smiled down at me. “Forcing your hand, Princess, I know you want me.”

“But-“

“Admit it.” He interrupted. “I can see it in your eyes, say it.”

I twisted beneath him, letting out a low, frustrated sigh before settling my eyes on him. He cocked a brow, challenging me.

He was right, he always was. It was his best and worst quality.

“I love you,” I hummed, keeping eye contact. “And I’ll leave him.”

Chris offered me a wide smile. “That’s my girl.”

I practically glowed at his praise, smiling warmly as his head went to the crook of my neck and began to gently assault the skin with nips of his teeth. I muled, giggling a little as Chris rutted his hips against mine. His hands inched my skirt up to bunch around my waist, fingers toying with the small bow on my underwear.

“No lace?” Usually I dressed up when I came round. “You really were going to end things?”

I nodded. “I was.”

“But I said otherwise.” He growled as he slowly crawled back down my body, pressing an absentminded kiss to the bow.

I whimpered. “I’m glad.” I confessed.

“Me too.” Was the last thing he said before he pushed my underwear to the side and delved his tongue into me.

Another growl escaped his lips as he finally tasted me, and he licked like a man starved. I bucked my hips and grasped his hair tightly, rocking gently in rhythm with his tongue. His strong hands forced my thighs apart, painfully pushing them to the bed.

When he finally resurfaced, his beard was glistening with me and when pressed his lips to mine, I could taste myself. I moaned and prolonged the kiss by grabbing the back of his neck, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.

“Why did you want to end things now?” Chris asked as he pulled himself from his jeans, stroking gently as he looked for my answer.

“He asked me to marry him.”

Chris stopped his actions with a deep frown. “You said yes?” I nodded. “Why?”

“I thought I was supposed to,” I whispered. “But…”

“But what?” He pressed.

“But I found myself wishing it was you on one knee.” As I finished my sentence he eased into me, causing a breathy moan to escape my lips.

“I would,” he strained as he bottomed out. “I’d ask you a million times with a million rings.”

“Really?” I gasped as Chris began to rock his hips at a steady pace.

“Yes Princess, if it meant I could have all of you and not some.” His forehead pressed against mine as he deeply groaned. “So fucking tight…”

I whimpered as he harshly snapped his hips. “You already have all of me.”

“What would you say?” He asked.

“Yes!” I cried as the tips of his fingers rubbed my bundle of nerves.

“Yes to me or because I’m going to make you cum?” He asked with an evil smirk.

“Both!” I screamed as I came undone around him, arching my back and pushing my head into the mattress. I saw stars as I drew my thighs up, arms outstretched beside me as I fisted the bedsheets.

I relaxed my body and gazed up at him. “You’re a vision.” He lovingly breathed.

“Please…” I begged as my hands softly stroked over his beard.

Chris wound his eyes tightly shut and bit down on his lip, a long groan escaping his throat as his hips stilled and he emptied into me. His mouth fell open, hot breaths fanning over me as he thrust a few more times before collapsing onto me, resting his weight on his forearms beside me.

“Marry me.” He begged.

“Yes.”

Chris Evans - Drabble

I led on the sofa, utterly miserable, softly running my hand over my protruding belly. Dodger lay peacefully beside me as Chris banged around the house, doing whatever he does when the mid-day blues hit him. Finally he came to join me, pressing a kiss to his unborn child first before pressing a kiss to me.

“Hi, honey.” He smiled. I folded my arms and turned away from him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m miserable.” I huffed.

“Why?” Chris sat up a little and coaxed my head to look at him.

“I want this baby out of me.” I sighed. “I’m bored of being pregnant.”

“I know, but only a couple more weeks and then you’ll be back to normal.” He kindly reassured.

I scoffed. “Normal? My vagina is going to be a wreck, a bloody wreck Christopher.”

He pursed his lips. “Your vagina will be beautiful as it always is.”

“Oh yeah? How come you won’t watch birthing videos with me then?” I challenged with a cocked brow.

Chris faltered for a moment. “Look, I’ll happily watch you give birth but no way am I seeing a women I’ll never know scream in agony for hours on end.”

“You aren’t making me feel better.” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry, honey, but-“

“This is all your fault anyway.” I accused half-heatedly.

He frowned. “How?”

“You and your penis, impregnating me.” I snapped. “If you learnt to keep it in your pants, we wouldn’t be here.”

“I seem to remember you begging me for a baby.” He noted back with a sly smirk. “What was it? Daddy please fuck me till I’m pre-“

I scrambled to clamp my hand over his mouth as Chris chuckled. “That’s not fair.”

He grasped my wrist and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Well get used to it, we’ve got at least two more to make.”

I sighed and slumped back into the sofa. “Can you carry them next time?”

Chris laughed and stood, stooping down to press a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll get a womb transplant for you.” He promised.

“I’ll get a penis transplant.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Chris Evans - Shave

“Wanna shave me?”

“And who said we had no charm in our relationship?”

Chris snorted and wiggled the razor in his hand. “And?”

I whined. “Don’t shave, you look so good with a beard.”

He chuckled and walked over to the bed, hand running up my bare leg and squeezing my thigh absentmindedly.

“Come on, it’s getting long and I want it gone.” I pouted my lips as Chris hauled me off the bed and threw me over his shoulder.

I squeaked as he slapped my behind which had become exposed as the large shirt I wore rose up. “Fine, but you’re making dinner tonight as punishment.”

“Done and done.” He planted me on the floor outside our bathroom before heading in.

I followed closely behind him. “Bum, loo, now.” I bossily ordered, to which Chris happily obliged.

I ran the water, grabbed the shaving foam, took the razor from Chris and found a fluffy towel before turning to him.

“The trust you have in my is impressive.” I noted as I lathered his jaw with foam.

“Now you’re making me nervous.” He joked.

I concentrated hard and as a result conversation lagged. Chris’ hands continued to squeeze over my bare legs and hips as I worked, finding entertainment in my constant batting away.

“Lip.” He tucked in his top lip as I easily removed the hair. “Chin.” He did the same for his bottom lip.

I wiped away the excess foam from his face and looked down at him. “And?” He asked, wiggling his brows.

I scrunched my nose. “It isn’t fair you always look good.”

“Aw, thanks honey.” I giggled as he stood and wrapped his arms around me, leaning most of his weight onto me as I stumbled back with a shout.

“Want me to do your back?” I joked.

“We aren’t there yet.” He laughed. “We definitely need to get to the asshole stage first.”

I shoved him off. “Christopher that’s disgusting!” I laughed.

“I should shave your legs.” He hummed, once again feeling over my thighs.

I sat on the loo and held my legs up high. “Shave me.”

“Fucking hell.”

Chris Evans - Like Candy

I led under the tree with a book in hand, lazily reading over the pages. My legs stuck out into the sun in hopes of gaining some colour whilst the top half of me was in the cool shade. Dodger had long abandoned me for his bed inside, his thick fur struggling in the Boston summer. I’d heard him bark a few times and I suspected Chris was home, but I opted to let him discover my relaxed position.

Almost on que, he came swaggering into the back garden. He wore a loose fitting t shirt and shorts, bare feet padding across the grass as Dodger happily bounded beside him. Shades covered his pale blue eyes but I could see him eyeing my exposed frame, the skirt of my dress pushed up my thighs.

“Hello Doll.” Chris rumbled out as he peered down at me.

I peeped over the rim of my book before teasingly pulling it to cover my face, suppressing my giggle by biting my lip.

“Ignoring me?” He mocked hurt.

Once again I made no effort to speak, not even nudging the book from my face as I pretended to read.

“Let’s see how long this lasts.” He hummed before moving to lay down, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me.

His hand ran over the hot skin of my thigh and I somehow kept my composure, not moving a muscle as he drew lazy circles into the skin. Raising his brows at my lack of reaction, he pinched the skin.

“Impressive.” He muttered when I again didn’t respond.

Quickly, he shuffled down my thighs, resting on his stomach. My grip on the book tightened as I fought with myself to keep my cool. Chris hooked his arms around my thighs and tugged me closer so his head was resting between my splayed legs.

His beard scratched against my skin as he pressed absentminded kisses along my thigh, his sunglasses slipping down his nose slightly which allowed me a glimpse at his soft eyes.

“Nothing?” He questioned, being met with my silence still.

I jumped as he bumped his nose against my clothes core, smirking a little as he finally received some sort of acknowledgment he was here. Slowly and teasingly his fingers looping around the band of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, throwing to haphazardly to the right of us.

“Not even a whimper?” He chuckled as he kissed the apex of my thigh.

He sponged kisses teasingly over me, ever so gently grazing his tongue over the flushed skin. I bucked my hips once again, knuckles turning white around the edges of my book. Chris quickly pressed his forearm against my stomach.

“Gotta ask for it,” he said. “Gotta ask to have my tongue.”

I prayed our neighbours weren’t in their gardens. “Chris…” I softly whined, closing the book and throwing it with my underwear.

“There she is.” He mused. “Come on, ask.”

“Please!” My hands delved into his hair as he nudged his sunglasses further up his nose.

“Be good.” He hummed with a smirk.

“Please taste me.” I pathetically whimpered.

“With pleasure.” He uttered before finally moving forward.

He licked a bold stripe up my centre, moaning lowly as I let out a breathy whine. His fingers moved to spread my open, tongue zigzagging up until he reached my bundle of nerves. Swiping to and fro, his tongue softened to lap against me.

Lips closing around my small bud and softly sucked, I couldn’t control the quiet moans that tumbled past my lips as my back arched off the grass.

I jumped as Dodger began to lick my face. “Get off!” I shoved the pooch away who sulked off into the house. Chris couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest. “You’ve stopped.”

“Sorry Ma’am.” He winked back.

His lips wrapped back around my clit as he ruthlessly sucked, tugging the bud gently between his lips before letting it go. One hand held me open as his other teased my entrance with his thick fingers, easing gently in.

He pumped a few times before adding another. Chris pulled back to admire his work, thumb swirling against my clit. His sunglasses had fallen down again and I witnessed the mischievous glint in his eye.

“Taste so sweet,” he mused. “Like candy.”

“Chris, I’m…please…” I babbled as my back once against arched.

“Gonna cum?” He asked as he curled his fingers.

I fisted the grass beside me. “Yes! There, there!” I implored.

Chris dove in without another word and mercilessly flicked his tongue rapidly against my bud. His fingers carried on stroking me as his tongue easily worked the bundle of nerves which grew more and more sensitive by the second.

I was seeing stars as I lengthy moan left my lips, Chris humming against me as I came. He licked at me lazily before kissing up my body, resting his face above mine.

I was flushed a deep red as I peered up at him. “Stopped ignoring me?”

“How could I ignore that?” I breathlessly sighed.

Chris Evans - Drabble

“Everyone turn to page sixty-three, I want you to read is and then discuss with the person next to you the implications of this event on the US Congress.” I spoke to the class of groaning teenagers and the sound of pages fluttering against each other filled the room.

I turned to see Max, a notorious troublemaker, with his hand raised and a smirk on his lips. “Mrs?”

“Yes.” I smiled through my pain.

“What’s that on your neck?” The whole class giggled as I quickly covered the hicky with my hair, which had blown my cover.

“A bruise.” I said. “But I don’t think that question is on the page in front of you.”

“It’s a hicky.” He accused as he shoved his friend next to him.

I rolled my eyes. “You can either work in here quietly, or out in the snow quietly, where would you like to go?”

Max grumbled but stayed put. The rest of the day I spent covering my neck with my hair out of pure anxiety someone would notice. On the way home, I could almost cry out of embarrassment but willed away the tears.

Walking into our house, I quickly found Chris in the sofa, Dodger cuddled into his chest as they watched some obscure documentary on Rasputin.

“Rasputin had an eleven inch-“

I shut off the telly. “Hello, how was your day?” Chris stood, the small pooch sliding off him, as he began to approach me.

“I’m mad at you.” I quickly concluded with folded arms.

Chris’ brows furrowed. “What did I do?”

I moved my hair and showed him the deep purple hicky on my neck. “This!”

He stiffled his laughter. “I seem to remember you enjoying that.”

“I don’t enjoy one of my students pointing it out in front of a class of thirty hormonal teenagers.” I huffed.

Chris burst out laughting and tugged me into his chest. “I’m sorry honey, I get carried away.”

“I know you do.” I mumbled into his chest as I looped my arms around his waist. “I like them, but just leave them somewhere else.”

I giggled as Chris leant down to nibble on the lobe of my ear. “Get to the bedroom now and we can experiment on where best I can mark you.” He growled.

Chris Evans - Do It Again

“Good girl,” Chris groaned beneath me.

I whined at the praise and leant forward to plant my hands on his chest. Chris smacked my behind harshly, a moan falling past my parted lips as my head rolled back.

Chris looked up at me with dark eyes, his hips shifting beneath mine which caused only buried himself deeper inside me. I hissed, a small sting of pain before being replaced by pleasure. A smirk graced his lips.

“Too big for you?” He teased in his thick, deep accent.

I nodded pathetically and carried on with my rushed movements. I gazed down and an idea popped into my head. Slowly, my right hand inched up his chest. I felt over his hard pecks, over his collarbone until I reached the base of his neck. Chris was far too enthralled in pleasure to notice my intention. My fingers wrapped around his neck, Chris’ eyes snapping open.

“Baby?” He questioned.

“Shh,” I cooed softly.

I squeezed lightly, testing the waters. Chris groaned a little and bucked his hips again. I squeezed tightly, putting pressure on either side of his neck. Chris’ cheeks flushed red as he pinched his eyes shut. His breath grew a little ragged, strained and I let go.

Confidence escaped me as I went to take my hand away. Chris quickly caught my wrist and forced my hand back around his neck. I bit my lip and squeezed again. Chris groaned deeply, the vibrations were felt through my hand. His hips stuttered before he came, a low moan falling past his lips. I continued to squeeze his neck through his orgasm.

My fingers soothed over the red skin gently as his eyes opened. “Fuck,” he sighed.

I giggled. “Who knew,”

“Not me,” he said back. “Did you like doing it?” He asked.

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. “A little,”

Chris smirked up at me. “Do it again,”

Chris Evans - Cigarettes

I scrunched my nose as Chris pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one to his lips. He lit it and happily puffed away. His eyes met mine and Chris furrowed his brows.

“What?” He asked, taking a long drag.

“I hate when you smoke,” I said as I ran my hand over the wooden garden table before me.

Chris rolled his eyes and puffed out a blume of smoke. “It’s fine,”

I huffed. “What a waste of money just to give yourself lung cancer, I can take you to a radioactive plant and shove you in the reactor if you want it that bad,”

Chris chuckled at my remark. “It helps my anxiety,”

“I’ll show you anxiety when you’re getting chemo,” I quipped as I stood and grabbed his empty beer bottle.

I left Chris laughing as I walked back into the house. Chris had smoked for as long as I could remember. He seemed to permanently have a cigarette between his fingers and always a pack in his back pocket. He promised he’d quit when we first started dating but never did, so now I simply rolled my eyes and left him to his cancer sticks.

In all honesty, I couldn’t be too proud about it as I used to smoke too. Chris didn’t know that, and if he ever found out I’d be painfully teased for it.

A few weeks passed and I was at work, handling carefully an old vase someone had donated to the museum. The gloves made it hard to hold still the slippy china, and before I could even catch it, it fell and shattered on the floor.

Fellow historians around me winced at my mistake. Fuck. I was going to be fired. My boss assured me that these things happen and although it would have added to the collection, at the end of the day, it was simply a vase with no real historical importance. Still, my stress levels had never been so high.

So, without thinking on the way home, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I pulled into the driveway and saw Chris was out. I rummaged through the draws in the kitchen and found a lighter. Standing outside, I lit one and took a long awaited drag. I sighed happily, taking another puff.

“I fucking knew it,” I jumped and swung round to see Chris with a big smirk on his lips.

“Wait, no, it isn’t what it looks like,” I panicked, stubbing out the stick.

“Really? Cos it looks like you’re smoking,” he said.

“Look, I had a really stressful day-“

“Oh, but why would use cigarettes to curb anxiety?” He quipped. “What a stupid thing, you’ll get cancer you know, then you’ll know anxiety,”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you’re right,”

Chris bellowed a laugh. “Come on then, what happened?”

“I dropped an artefact at work and broke it,” I said.

Chris’ face dropped. “Oh,”

“It was awful, my boss said not to worry but fuck!” I practically fell into his chest.

Chris cooed me softly. He pulled away and grabbed the small box from my hand, taking two and lighting them both. He gave me one as we sat on the edge of the back step and smoked silently, my head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m never letting this go,” Chris said after a moment.

“Yeah, I know,”

Chris Evans - Alright

I walked around the backyard, talking to our guests and smiling happily at their praises for our BBQ. My husband, Harry, was manning the grill, all the men scattered around him, listening to his secret tips in how to grill the perfect burger. Well, nearly all the men.

Chris stood near the back garden doors, beer in hand, eyes on me. I caught his gaze a few times and blushed at the secret winks he’d throw my way. I never had any intention of having an affair, and I did love my husband dearly. He was kind, tentative and sickeningly supportive.

But he was boring.

He’d been pulling the same moves since we were seventeen and I needed something else. I’d tried, embarrassingly, to spice things up with him. Costumes, whips, even chains once, but each time he turned his nose up and went back to missionary. I’d tried to suggest semi-public sex but he didn’t get it, I’d tried a daddy-kink, but he hated it. He was just a plain, simple guy.

And I wasn’t.

I needed someone to fulfil my sexual fantasies. I’d stuck to porn and whatever toys I’d bought, but I needed human contact. Harry had made us move to Boston for work, and we’d settled in nicely to the community. They’d thrown a welcome party for us the second week we’d been here; and that’s when I met Chris.

He’d been funny and charming, and that night we swapped numbers. We became friends. Chris showed me the city while Harry was at work, he showed me everything it felt like. And on one lunch date, he kissed me, and I liked it.

We went home that day and had sex for the first time. He was so responsive to me, asking what I wanted, how it felt. Two years later and we’re still running around in the shadows together, a friends-with-benefits situation.

“Baby, could you grab some more buns for me?” Harry called from the BBQ.

“Will do!” I smiled back.

“I love you,” the girls cooed at his display of affection.

Harry smirked as I blushed. “I love you too,”

I walked past Chris who had a sour expression on his face, following closely behind me. “What a tactical move,” Chris said. “I love you,” 

“He does love me, you know,” I quipped back with a smile.

“Yeah yeah, do you love him?” Chris swigged his beer.

“Of course I do,” I laughed.

Chris rolled his eyes. We never usually spoke about my marriage, Chris grumbling any time he even saw Harry and I together.

“Great,” he said.

I walked past with buns in my hand. Carefully, I looked around. The coast was clear and I leant up to sponge a quick kiss to his lips.

“Jealousy doesn’t look cute on you,” I teased. I squeaked as Chris pinched my behind.

“Your husband awaits,” he whispered into my ear.

I skipped out with a beaming smile and handed Harry the buns. He kissed me in front of everyone and I wondered if he could taste Chris’ beer on my lips. The day went on and the crowd thinned until it was just Chris, Harry and I. Chris was helping me wash up.

“I’m gonna shower,” Harry said as he kissed my cheek. “Be a bit,”

He left the room and I smiled warmly at Chris. I continued to wash the plethora of dishes that were stacked beside me, Chris drying a plate and bumping his hip with him. I giggled and bumped him back.

Chris peered over his shoulder to the empty kitchen, waiting a moment before putting down his dish towel and moving to stand behind me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

His hands smoothed over my hips. “Shh,” he cooed into my ear.

We’d never done anything with Harry in the house. “Stop, he’ll catch us,”

“And?” My breath hitched as Chris eased the skirt of my dress up.

“And it’ll ruin what we have,” I said.

“Or make it better,” his hand dipped into the front of my underwear and immediately found my bundle of nerves.

My head tilted back against his shoulder as I ground my backside into his crotch. Chris toyed teasingly with me for a few moments before drawing lazy circles into me.

“Chris,” I breathily sighed.

“So wet, so responsive,” he gently cooed into my hair. “You like the idea of your little husband walking in?”

I blushed and shook my head. “No,”

“Liar,” he nipped my earlobe. “Know you love being fucked in public, maybe even in front of people,”

My wet and soapy hand came out of the water and grab his forearm, squeezing tightly. “Fuck,”

“You like that? Might get some buddies ‘round one night and fuck your brains out in front of them,” Chris lowly promised. “Maybe even invite Harry,”

I whined loudly and Chris immediately cupped my hand. “Gotta be quiet doll,”

I nodded and softly whimpered, grinding my hips against his hand. Chris quickened his fingers as my teeth sank into his palm, he winced in my ear.

“You gonna cum?” I nodded. “Do it, cum on my fingers,”

I came with a whimper and a jump, Chris working me through my high as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I slumped against him, his hand falling from my mouth. Chris wrapped his arms warmly around me, holding me tight.

“Fuck,” I swore with a giggle.

He didn’t say anything, just squeezed me tighter. “I think I lo-“ he stopped talking as we heard footsteps trotting down the stairs.

Chris quickly moved away and picked up a plate as Harry walked back in. His hair was wet and tousled, pyjamas on and an easy smile on his face. Harry looked at me and furrowed his brows.

“You feeling okay? You look really flushed,” his hand cupped my cheek.

“Just tired,” it wasn’t exactly a lie.

“I’ll get off,” Chris said.

Chris patted my shoulder and squeezed softly before sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. My blush deepened as I realised it was the hand that was just down my underwear. Harry took his and I wanted to laugh.

“Thanks man, see you around,” they both smiled. Chris shot me a cheeky wink and left the house. “I like that guy, seems nice,”

“Oh he’s alright,”

Chris Evans - Noted

I gasped into Chris’ mouth as our innocent morning kiss began to turn into something else. His hand travelled down between my thighs and cupped me, squeezing tightly.

“Please,” Chris begged against my lips. “I couldn’t have you yesterday, please let me have you today,”

“N-No,” I said. “I’m already late,”

Chriswhined. “Please, I’m desperate,”

I’d be lying if I said his state of desperation didn’t turn me on. The idea of a strong man whining and begging for me sending me into a whirlpool of fantasies.

His fingers flexed against me and I let out a small squeak, Chris rolling his hips and rubbing his achingly hard cock against my thigh.

“Chris!” I gasped.

“I’ll be quick,” he bargained. “Just a few pumps inside you and I’ll stop,”

“But you won’t,” I giggled.

Chris wiggled his fingers into the band of my underwear, feeling over the small patch of hair that grew there. He let out a groan as his fingers slowly dipped into me.

“I will,” he said. “I promise baby, just lemme feel you,”

My back arched as his fingers skimmed over my bundle of nerves. I gazed over at the clock, brows furrowing as I thought over my choices. With my head straining to my right, Chris took the opportunity to bite down on my neck, sucking deep purple marks into the skin. I hummed out a moan as Chris circled his fingers.

“Okay,” I conceded with a squeak.

Chris groaned into my neck. “Fuck, thank you, thank you baby,”

He quickly pulled my underwear off, cock already free. Chris propped himself up to gaze down at me, eyes hooded and dark as his tongue licked over his lips. His tip ran up and down me, a shudder creeping up my spine.

Our moans seemed to harmonise as he eased into me gently, a small sting itching its way to my nerves as he stretched me out. My hands pawed at his chest, nails biting his skin as I gasped. Chris’ teeth sank into his lip as he finally felt me around him.

“Pussy’s so good,” he sighed, voice cracking. “I’ve wanted you for so long,”

“Y-You had me a few days a-ago,” I noted in broken gasps.

“Not enough honey,” he dropped down onto his forearms, caging me in. “Could be in you - fuck - all day and it - ah- it wouldn’t be enough,”

His hips snapped against mine at an increasing pace. Chris’ knees sunk into the mattress a little as he seemed to anchor down and increase his speed again. My body rocked against his, headboard banging against the wall.

Chris’ right hand came up to my chest and squeezed the skin tightly, head dipping down to capture my nipple between his teeth and tug. My hands flew to his hair as I pulled, a moan tumbling past his lips. Another pull and his teeth sunk into my skin, I mewled in discomfort.

“So fucking warm,” he growled. “Touched myself like a damn kid yesterday while you worked,”

“Really?” My eyes widened.

Chris lifted his head, eyes catching mine as a small smile graced his lips. “Stroked my cock till I came twice honey,” he gave a hard thrust. “Squeezed my balls tight like you do,”

“Chris!” His filthy words sent bolts of lightening down to my core. “Oh-“

“Cum,” he ordered. “Cum thinking of my hand stroking my own cock,”

My arms looped tightly around his neck as I tugged him down, lips meshed against mine. Our lips parted and our tongues glided against each other’s, Chris swallowing my moans.

I came with a cry, almost a sob, as my legs contracted around his hips. My body tightened impossibly around him as Chris moaned into my mouth and came with a few stammered thrusts. He came longer than usual, filling me to the brim.

We panted against each other, eyes boring into our souls. A smile graced my lips as I softly giggled, Chris laughing along as he moved away. He flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving as a light sheen of sweat covered his chest.

“Needed that,” was all he uttered.

I looked at the clock again and sighed. “Let’s hope my boss doesn’t ask why I’m late,” I joked.

“Tell her that your boyfriend was whining to be inside you,” I hit his chest as he snorted out a laugh.

“Quite liked seeing you beg,” I cocked a brow as I rolled onto my stomach and looked at him.

Chris reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah? Deprive me another week and you’ll see what begging is,”

“Noted.”