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honeyhaal · 4 years ago

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Harry is ur friend and finds your vibrator, he teases u about it and then teases you with it!

WHAT A WILD RIDE THAT’D BE

You coud hear the buzz of it before you could push open your bedroom door, your heart dropping all the way down to your toes. The sight of your best friend Harry with your vibrator raised up to his face looking like a kid in a toy store caused your face to heat up to a thousand degrees.

“JESUS HARRY, PUT IT BACK!” You’d screech, scrambling with your hands reached out to grab the toy from his grip.

Before you could grab it, he’d quickly stand up from where he laid on your bed with a loud cackle and raising it out of your reach.

“No fuckin’ way! When’d ya buy this thing!”

Groaning and flopping backward onto your mattress dramatically, you cover your eyes with your arm unable to even look at his teasing smirk.

“Aw! C’mon angel! It was just a question! You didn’t exactly hide it very well from me!” Harry would coo with a gentle hum, shutting off the toy and sitting at the foot of of your bed. You could feel the tips of your ears burning as all the embarrassment flooded over you like wildfire.

“Darling. Lovie. Y/N.”

You finally look up on the call of your name, Harry never choosing to address you by anything but a sweet pet name. You’d be met with the iconic Harry smirk, any words that you’d say for him to drop the subject dead in your throat.

“You’re fine, petal. It’s human nature! Sexual relief!” Harry starts to reason with you, beginning to crawl over to where you are laid on your bedspread.

“In fact, the only thing that bothers me really is the fact that you’d wasted your money on this thing instead of coming to me first.”

Suddenly, your face would become flushed for a completely different reason, eyes locking onto Harry’s as he’d start to hover over your figure partially.

“I bet it doesn’t even hit all the best spots in ya. What a shame. It’s just cold, hard plastic. It doesn’t know what y’like.”

The vibrator would shake to life in his hand, slowly beginning to drag the tip of it in small circles over your lower stomach. You can’t help but to shut your eyes, your hands coming up to wrap around his forearm to calm yourself.

“Harry, I- I can’t-“ “You can’t what.”

Harry would interrupt you, sliding the vibrator down lower right over your clothed clit, stealing a breathy sigh of relief from you.

“Atta girl. That’s it. Just feel it, let me make you feel good.”

Your hips would start to rock up against the toy, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as Harry leans down to press his forehead to yours, pressing sweet and encouraging kisses to your lips.

“Is this what ya do every night, Little one? Tryin’ to be quiet enough so that your roommate doesn’t catch ya getting off?”

Harry’s words were almost like gasoline to a house fire, the building knot in your lower stomach beginning to wind up tighter and tighter with every word he said. All you could answer was with whines and moans, your thighs trying to close around the vibrator, but the brunette man keeping them open with his own leg.

“Such a pretty baby, y’know that? Absolutely dripping through your panties and I’m not even in you. Look a’ that pretty pout, nearly drivin’ me insane.” Harry rambles absolutely taken with the sight in front of him.

As soon as you’d have enough strength to open your eyes again, the sight of Harry gazing down at you as his bicep flexed with the motion of meeting your thrusts with the vibrator only pushes you even closer to the edge.

“Jesus, H, I’m really fucking close- please.” You’d rush out, feeling the buildup of your orgasm in your stomach as Harry bites his lip hungrily down to where you meet the buzzing plastic.

“Fuck it.”

Harry quickly shimmies down to your hips and almost tears the fabric from your lower half, completely exposed to your best friend as he eyes you for permisson to absolutely ravish you. You can barely finish your first desperate nod before he dives in, tongue sliding across your enterance before wrapping his lips around your clit.

“Sweet as a peach, sweetheart.” Is all he’d say before flicking his tongue over your bud quickly, causing you to shoot up and bury your hand into his nest of curls for support. He’d never break eye contact with you, your thighs spasming around his head as he’d gently nip at your clit and lap at your labia like it was his last meal on earth.

“Harry- Please. I’m so cl- close.” Was all you’d stutter, the man pulling off and sliding his index and middle finger into you carefully.

“Give it to me. Cum on my fingers and show me how good I make you feel, angel.”

He’d curl his fingers right against your g-spot, smirking in satisfaction at the small gasp he gets whenever he’s found it, and begins to pump them in and out with purpose. It takes your breath away, your back almost not touching your sheets from how high it’s arched from the feeling.

“I know lovie, I know. Y’squeezing so tight, let it go for me. Y’been such a good girl, cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

And that’s what tips the iceberg, your eyes clamped shut so hard that fireworks explode behind your eyelids. Your orgasm washes over you like warm caramel dripping from your head down to your toes, all the tension in your body leaving with it.

As soon as your back with reality and you’re able to open your eyes, Harry’s seen cleaning off his fingers and smiling down fondly at your relaxed frame. He affectionately tucks some of your hair behind your ear and bumps his nose against yours in a silent exchange of ‘I love you.’

Pressing a quick kiss to your parted lips, Harry sits up and sheds his shirt, chucking it to the other side of your room before crawling back over your body. With a mischievous grin, the boy gently tugs at your shirt and tilts his head to the side playfully.

“Are there any other toys y’been hiding from me, doll?”

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honeyhaal · 4 years ago

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could you do a smut where y/n is doing yoga and chris gets turned on so he takes her from behind and fucks her in a handstand and shit. says stuff like "twerk on this dick baby fuck"-

Yoga

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Smut!!!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I apologize for this taking so long, but school and parenting has been kicking my butt! Hope you enjoy!

You thought that you’d be fine to do yoga. You had woken up with an insanely sore back and Chris was doing a zoom interview with Jimmy Fallon, so you decided to head to the basement to do some yoga to hopefully relieve your pain. While you loved yoga, you could only do it when Chris was distracted, other wise you’d end up naked on the ground.

You rolled out your yoga mat, and plugged your phone into the speaker system, and turned on some slow music to do yoga to, before sitting on your mat and stretching.

You heard footsteps above you while you were doing child’s pose, and thought nothing of it. You didn't hear him sneaking down the stairs with the intent to scare you.

Chris had finished his interview and wandered around the house, looking for you. You weren’t in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, or back yard, so he knew you were in the basement. He stifled his giggling once he decided to scare you, as he walked down the stairs very carefully.

He was about to jump out at you when he stopped. You were still in child’s pose, your chest and arms pressed flat to the ground while your knees were bent underneath you, your bum resting your heels. Chris’s eyes drifted down from your body to your clothes, and his breath caught in his throat.

You were wearing lavender coloured spandex shorts with a matching sports bra. He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants, and took a deep breath, throwing his head back. He had wanted to fool around this morning, but you were in too much pain, and he wasn't THAT mean.

Chris decided he couldn’t just stand there anymore, so he walked over to you, and sat down next to you.

“Hey,” He said. You tilted your head to look at him before answering.

“Hey, how was your interview?” You asked, sitting up slowly, painfully aware of the discomfort still present in your back.

He smiled at you, and pulled you into his lap, his warm hand coming into contact with your sore back to help soothe the pain.

“It was good. How’s your back?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You groaned in response before moving off him once more. You resumed your previous pose. “The pain only lessens when I’m in this position,” You said, and Chris smiled at you.

He kneeled behind you and began rubbing your lower back, his eyes not leaving your bum. His hands eventually traveled down and over your bottom, a small moan leaving his lips.

You exclaimed when his hand traveled south even further and cupped your centre. You let out a breathy moan.

“W-what are you doing, Chris?” You mumbled out. He chuckled, and his fingers began to make slow circles on your clit through the fabric of your shorts and underwear.

“Well, I was planning on doing you,” He said. You smiled.

“Okay. As long as we stay in this position,” You responded, and you didn't have to look behind you to know that he had a huge grin on his face. Normally, you wouldn't agree so quick, but you thought that maybe an orgasm would help with your back pain. His hands traveled over your bum again, and down your bare legs, before journeying back up to the waist band of your shorts.

Chris hooked his fingers into the waist band and slowly slid them down, before doing the same to your thong. He let out a moan at the sight of your dripping centre.

“Someone’s a little desperate for me, huh?” He said, dragging a finger through the wetness to collect some, before placing it in his mouth to taste you. “Delicious,”

You whimpered in response, and Chris smiled. His hand moved over your clit a few more times before he prepared to push a finger inside.

“I’ve got you baby,” He whispered, as you whimpered again. He slowly pushed his pointer finger inside, and you moaned at the slight stretch. It was nothing compared to his cock, but it still felt amazing.

He stretched you out slowly until he was satisfied that he could fit his cock inside you. He pulled his fingers out, and undid his pants. He pushed them off on his hips and down his thighs, his underwear following seconds later. He gripped his aching hard cock in his hand and lined it up at your entrance.

“Are you ready baby girl?” He asked, running his free hand along your back once more.

“Y-Yes!” You exclaimed, and he smiled, before slowly pushing in. He bottomed out within a few seconds, and allowed you to adjust, his hands roaming over your back and bum.

“P-please more,” You whimpered, and Chris immediately granted your wish.

He began moving in and out slowly, before gradually picking up the pace.

“Y-Yeah, feels so good, huh?” Chris rasped out. You cried out in agreement. Your whole body felt like it was on fire in the best way possible, and based on the noises escaping from Chris’s mouth, he was feeling the exact same way.

Chris leaned over you so his chest was pressed against your back, his head dropping beside yours to whisper things into your ear.

“You turn me on so much when you do yoga,” He moaned. “Especially when I came down the stairs and saw you with your perfect ass in the air, fuck,”

You cried out, moving your bum against him. He looked down, and moaned, before thrusting his hips even faster.

“Fuck yeah, baby, fuck yourself on my cock.” He whispered, before pulling out of you. He laid down and pulled you so you were on top of him, his cock sliding back inside your wet pussy with no issues.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” He repeated, grabbing your hips. You grabbed onto his shirt for leverage, and arched your back as you bounced on him. The new position caused him to plunge even deeper inside of you, as well as relieving even more of your back pain.

“Mmmm,” Chris groaned, his eyes traveling down to wear you two were connected. “Fuck, you take me so good,” His hand drifted up from your hip, and covered your right breast, squeezing your nipple in between his fore finger, eliciting a string of moans from your partially opened mouth.

“F-Fuck,” You cried out when you felt Chris’s left thumb come in contact with your clit, making low circles. “So c-close,”

Chris bucked his hips up to show that he was close as well, which caused you to fall forward, your head colliding with his shoulder. Chris moved his right hand from your breast and to your back. “You gonna cum?”

You nodded, letting out a whine as you felt the tension growing in your lower belly. Chris grunted, before speaking again. “Yeah, baby? Gonna cum so hard on me? Gonna make me feel good? If you weren’t in so much pain I’d flip you over and fuck you so good you’d never need to do yoga again,” He growled through his teeth into your ear.

You felt the tension in your belly reach an all time high, and you were subsequently thrown over the edge. You clamped down on him, shaking and crying while your orgasm made you feel like every nerve in your body had been ignited.

Chris continued to fuck you through your orgasm, keeping up the punishing pace for his impending one. “Can I cum in you, baby?” He managed to grunt out, and you nodded, the waves of pleasure still crashing down on you.

It only took Chris two more thrusts, before he gripped your hips in both hands and held them down, as he fell over the edge and filled you with his cum.

“FUCK!” He cried out, bucking his hips slightly as he filled you. The sensation of his cum coating your walls, and his hips bucking, sent you over the edge once more.

The two of you managed to calm down a few minutes later, although you haven't moved.

You eventually moved off of Chris, with a groan. He smiled at you, before pulling you to him.

“How’s your back?” He whispered into your ear. You moaned in pain, and Chris felt guilt flood his body. “Still hurt?” You nodded, and sniffled as you felt tears pouring down your face. Chris picked you up, and headed towards the master bathroom to run you a bath in order to soothe your aches.

“I’m sorry baby, I just love the way you look when you do yoga.”

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