Just posting my artworks I did from last year that I never got to post and coloring them. I do have a story for Mophin that he never has long hair. I’ll post that some other time.
warnings!lowkeycheesy,(MINORS DNI 18+), bathroom sex, slight nipple play, praise kink, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!),comment if i forgot anything lmao
and as always, do NOT copy or translate any of my work.
as much as you hated frat parties, you somehow seemed to be at every one that was held at your university. the only reason being that your best friend would force you to be their designated driver–and you didn’t have a problem with that since you knew they would get home safe.
it wasn’t anything new when they basically pulled you out of bed and dressed you up in some tight clothes, your cleavage showing for the whole school to see. you were never too interested in dressing to impress any of the frat brothers. although you always found yourself drawn to one in specific, chris evans.
his tall physic was definitely a plus, but his personality really is what caught you by surprise. most of his fraternity brothers threw parties every week just to see how many girls they could fuck. chris was different to say the least. he seemed to actually care about the girls he ruined–at least that’s how you felt about the man.
as you walked into the party, your friend held your hand and dragged you through the house to the kitchen that had a shit ton of alcohol on the counters. before you could realize your hand was no longer holding your best friends, a presence appeared next to you, refilling the solo cup that was in their large hand.
gulping the lump in your throat, you looked up to meet the blue eyes of chris–his eyes pierced yours as he smiled down at you.
“how are you, y/n?” chris asked, taking the neck of one of the many bottles and poured the contents into his cup.
“i’m doing alright,” you replied, licking your dry lips.
the nervous habit caught chris’ attention as his eyes fell to your mouth as you wet your lips. you couldn’t help but notice his gaze and felt a smile creep onto your lips.
“how’ve you been?” you ask back, leaning against the counter, keeping your eyes from wondering chris’ body.
his shirt seemed almost too tight, his muscles nearly bulging from the sleeves and his pecs slightly stood out. it gave you the impression that he just wanted you to look, a smirk present on his face. it made you drool, but you would never admit that to anyone.
“i’ve been good,” chris answered, taking a swig from his cup, “but better now that you’re here,”
“that was literally the cheesiest thing i’ve ever heard!”
“what? it’s true!”
“right,” you replied, head falling back as a laugh racked through your body.
chris’ eyes roamed your neck and chest as you laughed, his gaze taking a second longer on your breast.
“what’re you drinkin’ tonight?” chris asked, as he handed a clean solo cup to you.
“water,” you shook your head, as he grabbed the nearest vodka bottle.
“well that’s a little boring,”
“i’m supposed to be dd tonight,”
“i take it back–that’s very boring.”
before you could reply, the music changed to something with a faster tempo and it seemed like everyone around you moved to the crowded dance area. couples grinding, others making out. you didn’t realize how much you felt out of place. you were never one to put yourself out there and dance with strangers, yet alone kiss one.
“let’s dance!” chris nearly shouted over the crowd, sticking his hand out for you to take.
“oh, i don’t dance,” you declined.
“just one, please?” a puppy look took over his eyes as you sighed, for some reason you couldn’t resist him.
“fine. but just one!”
without a second thought, chris brought you to the dance floor and placed his unoccupied hand on your waist. the feeling was foreign as his large hand was warm against the cool, exposed skin of your side.
not really knowing how to dance, you moved side to side, slightly off-beat. chris noticed and chuckled, a blush made its way to your face as embarrassment ran through your veins.
like it was an instinct, chris pulled you in closer, your hips meeting his, as he guided your body against his.
“don’t be scared, let loose,” chris said as he leaned down into your ear, his lips slightly grazed the shell as he spoke.
nodding, you closed your eyes and tried to let the beat take over, and surprisingly that worked. without realizing, your arms snaked around chris’ neck, the two of you nearly grinding on the other. as the song continued on, chris turned you around so your butt was pressed against his hips as you danced. moving in sync, you felt chris lean down slightly once more. this time, his lips left the ghost of a kiss on your ear.
a small gasp left your mouth as you continued to dance on each other. chris’ hand still sat on your waist, slowly guiding you to the music. the feeling of a kiss on the side of your neck caught you off guard once more, but the sensation of it was enough to make you slightly moan, pressing your ass against his groin harder.
the kisses soon turned into sucking, which you knew would definitely leave marks up and down your neck. once chris’ lips left your neck, you turned your head to face him, only for you to see a content look across his face as he glanced at the work he’d done. his eyes met yours again and before you could tell, you suddenly leaned in to catch his lips onto yours.
the taste of alcohol danced from chris’ lips to yours as you turned to face him, you arms snaking around steve’s neck once more, bringing his body closer to you than before–your chest collided with his as he deepened the kiss.
his tongue swiped your bottom lip, asking for entrance. denying him, you pulled away. your lust filled eyes met his glazed blue ones.
“c’mon,” chris shouted, his free hand moving to the small of your back as he guided you to an unoccupied bathroom.
letting you in the small room first, you glanced around. not really the place you thought your first fuck with chris would be, but hey! gots to see it through, right?
“won’t someone-” before you could finish your thought, chris pressed his lips back to yours. his hands landing on your cheeks as he slowly kissed you.
“don’t worry about that,” he said between kisses, the words slightly comforting you. the last thing you really wanted was someone to walk in, and see you getting your guts mixed.
the small, passion filled kisses became desperate again, and before you knew it, chris lifted you up, and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist, chris pressing you up against the door.
“chris,” you moaned, his tongue tracing the marks on your neck, as he kissed over them, “ruin me.”
“are you sure, y/n?” chris stopped, causing you to groan and slightly pull the hair at the nape of his neck.
“yes, now take my clothes off,”
“don’t have to tell me that again,” chris smirked, as he placed you down on the counter, moving his hands to unbutton your black pants. teasing you, he placed kisses to your thighs as he slowly removed your bottoms. whining, you grab chris’ face and bring his lips to yours again. it was like you were starving for his touch.
his large hands felt their way up to your breast, one squeezing slightly, causing a strangled moan to leave your lips long enough for chris to slip his tongue into your mouth. the kisses started to become sloppy as the session continued. his hand that wasn’t kneeling your boob made its way to the hem of your shirt before chris started to slide it up, leaving you in your lace bra and panties.
pulling chris in again, you kissed against his neck. low groans slipped through his lips as you slightly sucked, looking for his sweet spot. once you had found it, you sucked and licked at it, his hands gripping on to your thighs as he stood between them.
“take this off,” you panted, chris taking the hint and quickly threw his shirt to the ground, near your clothes.
“better?” he teased, you bit your lip as you nodded, chris’ hands moving from his sides to your hips once more, bringing you closer. his clothes cock rubbed against your covered core, causing a gasp to leave your mouth.
without another thought, chris brought his hands to your shoulders, his long fingers tracing your bra straps as he slipped his fingers under them. dropping the straps, they fell from your shoulders, leaving your chest fully exposed.
his eyes traveled down the valley of your breast to each of your pierced nipples–something that not many people knew of. licking his lips, chris looked up at you, almost like he was asking permission.
“don’t be scared,” you nodded, grabbing one of his hands and placing it onto one of your breast, steve’s hand instantly massaging it. the feeling causing you to wrap your legs around his waist tighter. placing a kiss to your lips, chris’ mouth moved down slowly, making its way to your lonely breast. glancing up at your eyes, he placed a small kiss to your nipple, before licking at it, then biting the nub a bit.
the action caused you to throw your head back, a moan escaping your throat. much to your dismay, he detached his lips from your nipple, before kissing down to right above your panties.
your soaked cunt slightly jumped as chris placed kisses on the inside of your thighs, slowly making his way to your core. his fingers ran up your soaking panties, your clit twitching at the feeling.
“so fuckin’ wet for me,” chris groaned, pulling your panties down, leaving you completely bare, “fuck, you look so good.”
“need you, now,” you panted, your core was growing slicker each passing second, “please.”
without a warning, chris inserted a finger into you, causing you to loudly moan. to silence you, steve brought his lips to yours once again.
“be a good girl and stay quiet,” chris said, as he pumped his hand back and forth, your legs slightly shaking, “‘m gonna ruin you,”
adding another finger, you bit your bottom lip hard to hold back your wanton moans.
“you take my fingers so good, baby,” chris praised as you felt your walls start to clench around his fingers–your orgasm nearing.
just before you could reach your high, chris took his fingers out and licked the slick from them.
“p-please,” you whined, your pussy pulsating from the loss of contact, “fuck me, please.”
“whatever you want, y/n,”
unbuckling his pants, chris pulled both his boxers and bottoms down, his cock sprung up, precum dripping from his tip. guiding his cock into your core, you let out a gasp as his dick stretched you out.
whimpers left your mouth as he pulled you to the edge of the counter. chris was literally balls deep inside of you, and you couldn’t help but let out another loud moan. at this point, you could care less about someone hearing.
“you take me so well, baby,” chris moaned as he started to move his hips back and forth, each stroke felt like it went deeper–harder–than the last, “that’s a good girl.”
chris moved his hips faster as your drenched walls clenched around his cock, causing chris’ strokes to become sloppy. he was close to his orgasm, as you were to yours, “fuck.”
your nails tore into his back as he pounded into you, his cock reaching your spot each time he rammed back into you. not being able to control it anymore, you let yourself release, an orgasm spasmed through your body as chris joined in.
his cock twitched and released his seed inside of you before slowly taking his cock out of your core.
leaning your head against his chest, you took deep breaths, slowly coming down from your high. chris chuckled at your state, and placed a kiss on your forehead.
