the reason why im crying sometimes when i see something cute about Chris Evans or some romantic thing, it’s cause I know I can’t be with him and I will never be, its like I love him but he doesn’t love me back and it’s break my heart every fuckin time
it’s like im suffer cause my brain doesn’t understand that he is just some celebrity living thousands km away and doesn’t know that im existing and i dont know how to deal with this shit
but anyway so.. I still love Chris and always will even if I die alone))
Summary: You find out your crush actually likes you back in the best of ways.
Word count:1.8k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), masturbation (m), slight panties kink (?), voyeurism, oral sex (m receiving), a bit of gagging, kinda face fucking, some dirty talk and hair pulling, mention of unprotected sex at the end (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), this is a RPF fic so, don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it. And I think that’s it.
A/N: So, it’s Chris’s birthday and I couldn’t let this day pass by without writing some p0rn about him. I’m sorry it took me so long to post again. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Lmk your guys’ thoughts. I love that shit.
You were not supposed to be back in the hotel until later that night, but like many things in life, your plans changed so you decided to return to your room earlier and study your lines for tomorrow’s call.
This situation could have been avoided if you stuck to the schedule of the day.
But in your defense, he wasn’t supposed to be there either.
Not because it was early, not because you didn’t plan on meeting that afternoon, but because it was your room, not his, the one he was in.
He wasn’t supposed to be there at all.
The strange, muffled sounds caught your ear as soon as you approached the door, and having known him for a while now, you knew how his voice sounded even from afar, even if it sounded raspy as it did now. The thing you didn’t know though, was the reason he snaked into your room when you were out.
As you closed the door behind you, the question was answered, stopping you in your tracks with the key still held between your fingers.
