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driver!jake x rich girl!reader

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i...am 99.9% sure @melodygatesauthor has probably written this (or something similar lol) but i am happy to put my spin on it as well 😌

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You're wearing that skirt again.

The one he's sure you know drives him crazy, the one that's so short it barely covers anything, the edges fluttering slightly as you walk, granting him glimpses of the tantalizing treasure beneath.

He tries not to stare, really he does, knows it's not the most professional thing to do (especially as an employee of your father's) but...it's just so hard (in more ways than one).

You certainly don't make his job as your driver easy. Dancing and drinking into the early hours of the morning with your friends (all of whom have tried to pick him up at least once), drunkenly piling into his limo in your designer dresses and heels, giggling and screaming as he quietly drives you back to your penthouse (where the party will likely continue). If he wasn't paid so much, he might be more annoyed at the state of his backseat after he's dropped you off--more than once, he's had to have his (normally) pristine limo professionally cleaned after one of your overserved friends has puked all over his leather seats.

Yes. You're definitely lucky he's paid so well.

Tonight had started as it usually did, with you and your friends asking to be dropped of at some club downtown. It's 1 a.m., and Jake knows he still has a few hours before the club closes for the night. Deciding to stretch his legs, he exits the vehicle, shucking his jacket and tossing it in the driver's seat. He closes the door with his hip, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows.

Briefly, he considers taking a walk but this part of town is a tad sketchy and he's not too comfortable leaving his car unattended here in the street. Instead, he opts to lean against the side, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lights it, groaning softly as he takes a pull, the smoke filling his lungs as he inhales deeply. Jake closes his eyes to savor the pleasant buzz in his head from the nicotine, tipping his head back a little and exhaling slowly. He opens his eyes just as the last tendrils of smoke are blown away by the warm, night breeze, and sees you.

There you are, standing alone on the sidewalk in front of him, designer coat folded over your arm, soft smile on your lips. Jake starts, immediately throwing the cigarette down and stomping it out, his back going rigid as he stands to attention.

"Oh, ah--Ready to go, Miss?"

Your lips twitch, eyes dragging slowly down the length of him before you say, "Yes. Take me home, Mr. Lockley."

Jake nods, briefly wondering where the rest of your group is as he pulls open the door to the back of the limo for you. When you don't get in immediately, he looks back, questioning.

With a twinkle in your eyes that he hadn't noticed before, you tell him, "I'd rather sit up front this time, actually."

He nods slowly, wondering what game you're playing with him now. "Of course, whatever you'd like."

Jake closes the back door and turns, pulling open the passenger door for you instead. You make eye contact with him as you brush past, the delicious scent of you invading his senses.

Yeah. He's in big trouble.

Absently, he wets his lips, closing the door once you're inside. He takes his time making his way back around to the driver's side, trying to compose himself for the ride back to your penthouse.

You've always been a hard one for him to read. You've teased him before, sure, but...he'd always figured you were just having fun, that you were just toying with the hired help--that's just what spoiled, little rich girls did, right?

He tosses his jacket into the back and gets in, closing the door and pulling his seat belt on. The engine purrs to life when he turns the key in the ignition, the sound calming his nerves a little. He puts the car into gear, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You're looking out the window, head turned mostly away from him, body angled so you can rest your elbow against the door. He takes a moment to admire your profile, the soft line of your neck, the way the material of your skirt pulls against your thighs. Then, he clears his throat.

"Seat belt."

You look over at him, teasing smile returning to your painted lips as you look at him from beneath your lashes. For a moment, he thinks you're going to talk back, to argue, to tell him you can do whatever you want, but instead, you wordlessly buckle yourself in, eyes never leaving his. He nods, swallowing thickly as he returns his attention ahead.

Your penthouse isn't far from the club you'd been at, and it normally doesn't take long for him to make it back there after your nights out on the town, but he remembers too late that you left earlier than usual this evening and hits a little more traffic than he'd like. You've been quiet the entire drive, simply staring out the window, shifting in your seat every now and then. He can't be sure, but he feels like you might be doing it on purpose, to draw his attention to the fact that your skirt has ridden up so high on your delectable thighs that he can see a flash of the white lace panties beneath them. Jake fights the urge to groan, instead keeping his attention on the road a head of him.

He's relieved when he spots the familiar building that houses your penthouse, internally breathing a sigh of relief as he smoothly halts at the entrance. The doorman rushes out to open the door for you, but you wave him off, instead turning back toward Jake, that gleam still in your eyes.

"Would you mind walking me upstairs, Mr. Lockley?" you ask, your voice soft and far more innocent than the look in your eyes. "I'm not used to being up there all alone."

Jake pauses, considering the repercussions. If he says no, will you complain about him to your father? He could lose his job. But if he says yes, and you do what he thinks you're going to do, he'll lose it anyway, won't he? (that, or your father will kill him)

So either way he's screwed, it seems. Least he can do is have a little fun first.

Jake nods, wetting his lips again as he steers the car toward the garage beside your building. He parks in the spot marked for the penthouse (a spot that's conveniently located right beside the elevator), and helps you out of the vehicle. The edge of your skirt has risen up so high, he can see the curve of your ass cheeks peeking from beneath it as you walk ahead of him to the elevator. He stifles another groan, trying his best to remain professional just in case he's misreading this situation.

The ride up in the elevator is excruciating. All he can think about is pinning you up against the side and shoving his face between your legs. He wonders how you taste (he imagines something rich and sweet, like champagne), how you'd sound, how you'd look just as you're about to come.

The elevator chimes, startling him from his thoughts, the doors opening into the foyer of the penthouse. It's lavish, elegant, but also somehow understated. Perhaps a little like you, he thinks.

Inside he breaths a sigh of relief, thinking his task is done, that he's free to return to his car and go home for the evening...but as you step off onto the white marble floor, you turn slightly, waving him inside.

"Come in, have a drink with me."

Jake hesitates, and you must see it because you chuckle and say, "It's the least I can do for making you walk me all the way up here."

He smiles, nodding his thanks as he makes a waving gesture with his hands. "Please, Miss, there's no need. I'm just doing my job."

Disappointment clouds your eyes at his words and you look away with a quiet sigh, one he only catches because he's watching you so closely. Suddenly you look so....lonely. Standing there in this grand penthouse, all alone. He shouldn't feel bad for you, you have everything you could ever want, everything he doesn't, but...he can't seem to help himself.

Knowing he'll likely end up regretting it, he steps inside, his shoes squeaking slightly on the floor. Your head swivels back toward him at the sound, a light in your eyes when she realizes you've decided to stay. The sight makes something warm unfurl in his chest.

Half an hour later, you're both sitting in your living room (on the most uncomfortable couch he's ever had the misfortune of sitting on), glasses in hand and a bottle of Macallan whisky between you. Your ridiculous heels lay discarded on the floor, delectable legs curled up beneath you as you both laugh about something one of you had said.

Jake's always prided himself on being able to hold his alcohol but, honestly? He's pretty certain that, if he's not drunk now, he is well on his way. He can't stop staring at you, at the way your smile lights up your whole face, the way your eyes sparkle when you say something cheeky...the way your skirt is still riding up your thighs.

He takes another sip from his glass (which he should really stop doing if he's planning on driving himself home later), the liquid burning down his throat. Jake licks his lips, eyes glued to your thighs, wondering idly how soft your skin is, how you'd react if he pushed his calloused hand beneath the hem of your skirt, his fingers dancing along the edge of your panties--

"Jake?"

His eyes shoot back to yours, heat flaring in his cheeks at being caught. You're close (when had you gotten so close?), so close he can smell you, can feel the heat of you through your clothes.

He hums in response, not trusting that his mouth is capable of coherent speech at the moment. You smile, putting your arm against the back of the couch, the length of your body pressed along the side of his as you lean in to whisper in his ear.

"I want you."

Jake groans softly at your words, unable to contain himself any longer. He feels you smile against the side of his neck, your lips dragging along the skin there. You press a feather-light kiss just below the hinge of his jaw and he leans back a little, giving you more space. You hum, nipping at another spot and soothing it with your tongue. Your fingers find their way into his hair, plunging into his soft curls, and gently angling his head where you want it.

You kiss him and he groans again, eyes fluttering shut as your lips move tentatively against his. His hand cups your cheek and you sigh, the action making something tighten in his chest. Soon you're straddling his lap, skirt ridden up so far you might as well not be wearing it (which would be just fine with Jake). His hands are everywhere--cupping your face, slipping beneath your top, clutching your ass, pushing up your thighs toward the hem of your skirt--

You break the kiss with a gasp as his fingertips skim over the delicate lace covering your pussy, your thighs quaking on either side of him.

"Please," you whine breathlessly, mouth falling open as you chase his touch.

Obligingly, Jake slips a finger inside, groaning softly at how warm and wet you are. He swirls his fingertip around your clit, gently teasing it, and dragging the most delicious sounds from between your lips. He watches transfixed as you writhe in his lap, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth parted. You moan as he slips his fingers further south, briefly teasing your entrance before dipping inside. Your fingers clench in his shirt as you move against his hand, his name spilling from your mouth like a prayer.

"That's it, bebita," he breathes, his chest heaving a little as he watches you. "Take what you need."

You moan again as he circles your clit, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, breath fanning against his lips. You whine his name again and he groans, the sound going straight to his cock. When you come, he swears it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen, your breath hitching, mouth slack, eyes closed in ecstasy, body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you.

Jake brings his fingers to his lips as you try to catch your breath, moaning as the rich taste of you explodes on his tongue. He wants more, wants to devour you, to make you come over and over and over again on his tongue until he's swallowed every last ounce of your essence.

He wonders if you'd let him.

You kiss him then, slow and sensual, humming a little as you lick into his mouth. He groans when your hand slips inside his trousers, taking him in your hand.

"Need you, Jake," you pant, lightly rubbing your thumb over his tip.

He throws his head back against the edge of the couch, cursing under his breath in Spanish. He hears you chuckle, your delicate hands working him from his pants.

He clutches at your hips as you sink down onto him, that silly little skirt bunched up around your waist. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as you ride him, your hands fisting in his thick hair as you pull his mouth back to yours. You're squeezing him, your cunt fluttering around his length as he fucks up into you, searching for the spot he knows will fling you over the edge. You break the kiss with a gasped moan when he finds it, whimpering and whining into his ear as he hits it again and again ("Oh fu--right there, Jake. Yeah, just like that. Oh God. Oh fuck---"). You gush around him when you come, soaking and squeezing his cock. He follows you over the edge, spilling himself inside you with a broken groan.

He ends up staying the night (and if he makes you come a few more times before the sun rises, well, who's to say?).

**apologies for any mistakes, this was absolutely not proofread lol**

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shingekinohyrulewrites · 7 months

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Lavender & Velvet

You work as a dancer for private events catering exclusively to Pro Heroes. One day, your boss approaches you with a mysterious assignment.

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Being a dancer was always glamorized, and in your case, it was definitely glamorous.

You were a dancer for a company specializing in private events. If the event required some sort of special invitation, chances are you were probably going to be there dancing. However, given that you lived in a society where those with Quirks ruled, most of the events you attended were often for Pro Heroes. You danced for charity balls, birthday parties, and house parties. You had rubbed elbows with every Hero who graced newspapers, and had gotten to know many of them through this.

However, being a dancer had led to many trysts. Heroes had needs, just like other people, and since you were basically hired to be eye candy, you had slept with many Pro Heroes. Your fellow dancers had joked that you were slowly climbing up the top ten, having slept with Gang Orca (a generous man in bed and very powerful), Crust (a timid man, but polite), and having various trysts with Edgeshot (there was a reason you kept going back to him). Before All Might had retired, you had been working your way up to him, but you had never gotten the vibe from him that he was the type to fool around.

You loved your job, and you never questioned the assignments that your boss gave you. However, you were left feeling curious after your most recent encounter with him.

Your boss, Arima, approached you one day while you were stretching in the practice room. Normally he was always in a good mood, greeting you with his trademark polite smile before explaining your next assignment. When he walked in he seemed nervous, face covered in a light sheen of sweat and eyes shifting nervously around. Upon seeing you he rushed over, bowing as he greeted you.

“I hope your day's going well. Listen, I have a very important assignment for you that just came in. I can’t give you details, but I need your performance to be perfect.”

“Uh, okay, perfect in what way?”

“Just . . . I need one hundred percent from you, okay? I also need you to be as sexy as you can be.”

You raised a brow at that. “Uh huh, okay.”

Arima bowed again, squeaking out a thank you before scampering off. You stood there, trying to process the weird interaction you had just had before sighing. Well, I guess I need to come up with a sexy choreography.

Arima gave you two weeks to put your routine together. The day of the performance he came to see you again. He seemed just as nervous as the first time, bowing again before nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“You will be picked up right at six. A limo will be sent.”

“A limo? Arima, who exactly am I performing for?”

He hesitated, sweat beading on his forehead.

“You will get details later. Just . . . please be ready on time.”

“You know I will be,” you frowned. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Fine!” he yelled. “I have to go!”

You spent the rest of the day wondering what exactly it was about this performance that had Arima so nervous. You took your time getting ready, glad you had gotten basically your entire body waxed the day before so you could focus on your makeup and hair. Just as Arima had said, a limo arrived at your dance company right at six. The driver greeted you with a sharp nod, opening the door for you to slide in. A bottle of champagne was waiting for you in a chilled bucket, and you helped yourself to a glass.

The limo drove you to what appeared to be a boarded up place, but when you stepped out you realized it was a restaurant. There were no signs or logos plastered to suggest it was, and you figured it was one of those exclusive ones.

Another man met you at the door, nodding to the driver as a silent thanks before opening the door and letting you in. The atmosphere was quiet, a pianist playing jazz music softly in the background as men conversed in hushed tones. A few of them turned to look at you, eyeing you before resuming their previous conversations. You swallowed nervously, falling into step behind your guide as he led you towards the back.

"I assume your boss didn’t tell you anything?” he inquired.

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“Y-yes, he has been very . . . silent about the whole thing.”

“Good.”

You were led into a dim hallway. He slowed down, turning his head to look back at you.

“There’s only one rule. Do not touch the young boss. You will be killed if you do.”

You felt your heart sink. The last part of your routine had you running your hands along him, ending with a “happy ending”. Arima had stopped by to check out your routine, and he had been beyond pleased. Apparently, he had been let out of the loop regarding this stipulation.

“Um, okay. Noted.”

He stopped in front of a door, stepping aside so you could pass by him.

“Good luck. You were personally requested.”

Before you could respond, he opened the door. He gestured for you to go in. Sucking in a breath, you stepped through the door. The room was empty, save for a large chair across the room. Sitting in the chair was a young man, staring intensely at you. He had short, brown hair, golden eyes gleaming above a plague mask. He was resting his cheek on his fist, elbow pressed against the arm of the chair. You couldn’t help but notice he was dressed sharp, in a tight black dress shirt tucked neatly into a matching pair of pants. He cocked his head to the side upon noticing you staring.

“Hi.”

He didn’t respond to your greeting. Clearing your throat, you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and speaker. He didn’t say anything as you set up, connecting your phone and selecting the song. You paused it, placing the speaker down and sucking in a deep breath to get yourself into the element. You exhaled, letting the breath out of your mouth before slowly opening your eyes.

The “young boss” hadn’t moved, still frozen in place as he stared at you. You got into position, reaching into your coat pocket to push play from a remote. The opening notes played, and you let your gaze fall intensely on him.

Pull up to the city

Tell me I’m your lily

I’ll be in that dress you like

You had worn a tan trench coat buttoned up. Underneath, you wore a lavender lingerie set, complete with garters to match the title of the song. You seductively shrugged out of it, beginning your routine as you slowly body rolled.

Body in vanilla

Yeah I know it thrills ya

I know what is on your mind

As you danced, you slowly made your way over to him. You kept your eyes on him, doing a pirouette to get closer.

Take me to a place where

We can see the stars here

Nothing but the radio on

You let your hands run along your body to emphasize the last lyric.

I’ll take you anywhere you say

I’ll take you to my hideaway

Baby just give the word

I wanna give you the world

You eased into the chorus, hitting the movements smoothly and transitioning into the next. As the song went on, you felt slightly defeated at the fact that the guy hadn’t responded. He had the same bored expression, blinking slowly as he watched you move. You tried not to let him get to you, and you amped up the sexy factor as the song progressed.

However, you had a dilemma. The last bridge had a sequence where you sank to the floor and crawled to him, letting your hands run along his thighs and unbuckling his pants to give him a . . . happy ending. When you had shown Arima, he had been beyond delighted and assured you that was what had been requested. But now, after being told you couldn’t touch the client, you were unsure what to do.

The bridge began, and you sank to the floor as you had planned. However, instead of crawling towards him, you sank back onto your feet, letting your hands run down your body. You hesitated, wondering if your idea would work, before deciding to just move forward. One hand cupped your breast, squeezing it lightly as the other trailed down your middle, lingering at the waistband. During the outro, you let your finger slide into your panties, teasing your entrance as you glanced at the “young boss” with half-lidded eyes.

The song ended, and you sat frozen in your spot. The man finally moved, pushing off his elbow to sit up straight. He leaned forward, raising a single eyebrow before speaking.

“Did you intend on touching me towards the end?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. Embarrassed, you gave a slow nod.

“Y-yes, sir.”

He hummed, the sound low in the back of his throat. He studied you for a moment before lifting a hand.

“Well? Are you going to touch me, then?”

“S-sir?”

He crossed his arms, leaning back into the chair.

“I assume my men told you not to touch me?”

You gave a slow nod.

“Well, I’ve had a change of heart. Do the routine the way you intended.”

You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right. When you didn’t move, he let out a long sigh.

“Tell me, girl, how was the routine supposed to go?”

“I was planning on ending with a happy ending.”

“Oh?”

His golden eyes flashed.

“Yes, sir. I was planning on . . . going down on you.”

“Well, I knew there was a reason I requested you.”

You remained silent, staring at him silently in the hopes he would indulge you with more details.

“I’ve heard great things about you through the grapevine. I don’t normally associate with your . . . normal clients.”

He must have noticed the slight frown that you tried to control, as he went on.

“I apologize, where are my manners? I have yet to introduce myself. I’m Overhaul, head of the Shie Hissaikai.”

Your blood ran cold. While hooking up with some Heroes, you had heard his name thrown around. Apparently, he was considered an “underground” villain, one that was prominent in name but whose activities were difficult to track. That explained why Arima had been so nervous about the whole thing.

“Well, are you going to do the routine now? I would love to receive your happy ending.”

Nodding, you resumed your previous starting position, grabbing your coat to redress. This time, Overhaul seemed more interested. As you danced closer, you noticed the prominent bulge in his pants this time. You felt a surge of confidence, hitting the choreography perfectly and keeping sensual expressions on your face. When the final bridge came, you sank to the floor, crawling slowly towards him. He kept his eyes on you, one hard hanging off the back of his chair as he spread his legs for you. Your hands came to rest on his thighs, looking up at him with a smirk as you glided them up towards his belt. You unbuckled it, slowly unbuttoning his pants afterwards and sliding the zipper down.

His boxers were left, and your mouth was watering at the sight of his thick bulge. You slid them down, his cock springing out. Licking your lips, you left your left hand on his thigh before gently grasping his cock with your right hand. You felt a hand grab the back of your head. Looking up, you saw Overhaul reaching up to remove his mask. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face.

“Well? Go on.”

Without the mask obstructing his mouth, his voice was deeper and smoother. You took him into your mouth, your hand wrapping around what couldn’t fit. He was thick, your mouth stretching to take him in. His hand went back to your head, grabbing your hair to fist it. He guided you up his length, pushing you down. You gagged, the back of your throat taking him in.

“Such a good girl,” he purred.

You felt yourself clenching around nothing, a whine forming in your throat. The vibration of it had him hissing, his fingers tightening around your hair. You kept on, picking up the pace as you moved your mouth along his length. Suddenly, he pulled you off, forcing you to look up at him.

“This isn’t enough for me,” he panted. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You scrambled onto his lap. His hands came to grab your ass, spanking each cheek harshly. Your hands came to rest on the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you stared at him.

“Such a pretty girl. Look at you, so obedient for me.”

One hand moved your panties aside. His hand retracted, a soft rustling reaching your ears before you felt a long finger stroke your slit. You were dripping at this point, and he relished in the feeling.

“Did I make you this wet? Naughty girl.”

He used your natural lubrication to push in. You moaned, throwing your head back as he slowly moved in and out. A second finger pushed in, and you felt his thumb brushing your clit. You grinded on his lap, desperate for more friction.

“So eager. Relax, I’ll fuck you right now.”

He slapped his cock against your inner thigh. You rose up a little, letting him rub his cock against your entrance to gather some of your wetness. Both of his hands came to rest on your hips, helping guide you down as you took him. The initial stretch was painful, causing your mouth to drop open in a silent scream. You wanted to bury your face in his neck, but Overhaul stopped you.

“Come on, I know you can take my cock, baby.”

You let out a loud moan when you bottomed out, your ass pressed against his thighs. He gave you a minute to adjust before spanking you.

“Move.”

Your hands went back to the sides of his neck, biting your lip as you began to move your hips. You rose up, his cock sliding out before you sat back on it. He felt amazing stretching you out, and you managed to establish a good rhythm. His hands remained on your ass, staring up at you with slight amazement as you kept on moving your hips smoothly.

“God, you move amazing. Perks of being a dancer.”

He spanked you, causing you to moan. You moved faster, throwing your head back as you tried to chase your orgasm. You were close, so close, and you were desperate to let go around him.

“What a fucking whore. You just started riding me, and you already want to cum?”

He spanked you again.

“Did I give you permission?”

You shook your head furiously, clenching tightly around him.

“Did I?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You fought hard, clenching your eyes shut as you started desperately bouncing on him. Suddenly, Overhaul wrapped his arms around you, trapping you on his lap. He began fucking up into you, small grunts tumbling out of his lips. You tried to hold it in, but your orgasm hit you hard, and you began babbling his name nonsensically. He stopped, panting lightly.

“Foolish girl. You weren’t allowed to come.”

He pushed you off, sending you tumbling to the floor. You glanced at him with confused eyes.

“Spread your legs for me.”

You did as told, watching as he stripped his clothing off. You admired his fit physique, and when he came to hover over you, you let your fingers trace the hard lines of his back.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to let me breed you. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned.

He didn’t give you warning before pushing back into you. You immediately wrapped your legs around him, your arms continuing to trace his muscles. He dipped his head to the crook of your neck, his breaths coming out in short pants as he thrusted harshly into you. After a few thrusts he pulled back to look at you, eyes studying your features as you relished in pleasure.

“God, you look so beautiful like this. I’m sure you’ll look more beautiful when you’re stuffed full of my cum.”

You whimpered, clenching tightly around him. He picked up the pace, grunting as his movements became erratic and he looked back at your face.

“Are you ready, baby? Ready to be bred?”

Your response was your orgasm, crying out his name as he kept on until he was spilling himself inside of you. The two of you remained united, panting softly as you both came down from your high. Overhaul pulled out, causing you to whine from how sensitive you were and the loss of being stuffed full. He sat back on his knees, admiring your naked body spread out before gently offering his hand.

“Are you alright to stand?”

You nodded, taking his hand and slowly sitting up. His eyes flickered to your core before using his finger to push the fluids that were beginning to dribble out.

“Now, now, we need to make sure that stays up there.”

He handed you your lingerie and coat before walking you to the door. Right before opening it he paused, slowly turning to look at you.

“Would you like to do this again sometime?”

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hummerhire · 1 year

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Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You're the photographer hired to shoot the Sexiest Man Alive shoot You find out that it's Chris Evans, sparks fly.

Warning: Language, Sexual encounters, Oral (male receiving) Soft Dom Chris (if you squint) public sex, unprotected p in v (don't be silly cover your Willy) pet names,Talk of bodily fluids. Sorry if I forgot any

Word count: 4,189

The idea behind this was from a friend and they asked me to write this for them, and I figured I would see how it was received. Not beta'd or edited (other than Google docs) Not much of a writer but I enjoyed doing this.

Comments, reblogs and ❤️ appreciated (please be nice I'm so nervous to post this… )

You had received the letter a few days ago, holding it in your hand, you still had no idea what to think. Being a photographer sometimes had huge perks, and this happened to be the biggest one of probably your career. Scanning the letter again you made sure you had all the information you needed and gave yourself another pinch just to make sure.

Dear Miss Y/N: We are excited to inform you that you will be our main photographer for the People Magazine Sexiest Man Alive photoshoot. Please bring any equipment you may want, enclosed are your tickets and information regarding your hotel. We are very excited to have you working with People magazine and Mr. Chris Evans.

Re-reading the letter gave you another giddy boost of excitement, Chris Evans? You were beyond excited, you always hoped to be able to meet him and now you were getting ready to do a photoshoot with him for the Sexiest Man Alive. Smiling,pulling your hair up in a messy bun and started packing. Packing some nicer casual clothes for the shoot and a few pieces in case you had time to go out, now you worked on packing up your equipment.

After what seems like hours you stop and glances at the clock, sighing and rubbing your eyes you finish up and get ready for bed, sliding into your bed you close your eyes excitement coursing through your tired body. Quickly falling asleep you hear a loud beeping, groaning loudly you turn and shut off the alarm. "Yeah yeah I'm up jeez" Sliding out of the bed you dress in a sunflower patterned sundress and some dresser sandals, putting on a large straw hat you grab your things and call for an uber.

Heading to the airport you go and check in making small talk with the person at the desk, heading through the security checkpoint you figure out your gate number and wait patiently looking through your phone. Hearing the plane number being called, you smile at the flight attendant and board the plane, picking your luggage up, you store it in the overhead bin and take your seat. Yawning, you glances at your watch and soon falls asleep.

You wake a few hours later seeing you are close to touching down, stretching a bit you pull out your phone and double check for the hotel location. Grabbing your overhead bag you exit the plane and grabs your luggage, walking toward the cab area you notice a man holding a sign Y/N for People Magazine Smiling you walks over to the man "Hello I am Y/N" reaching into your purse you supply him with your ID and photographer credentials, watching as the man looks them over and nods "Right this way miss, I'm to take you to the hotel, then to the photoshoot"

Nodding you smile "Alright lead the way" Nodding he takes your larger bag and carries it to the limo, sliding in you marvel at the luxury of it. Watching the scenery you arrive at a large grand hotel "Wow this place is gorgeous" The driver chuckles and nods "It's one of the nicer hotels in the area" Pulling into the hotel the driver grabs your bag and helps you bring it to your room "I will be downstairs whenever you're ready miss" You nod and head into the room, opening the door you gasp and chuckle "Sometimes it's great to be pampered for work" Cleaning up you change into another sundress this one is blue with small white polka dots, putting your hair up in a ponytail.

Grabbing your gear you walk back down into the lobby and smile at the driver "I'm ready, thank you for waiting I tried to hurry" The man smiles "It's no problem Miss, you'll enjoy the area for the photoshoot, it's a gorgeous there" You smile "I can't wait maybe I can get some nature shots before the main shoot." Walking with the driver you rode to the area for the photoshoot, the driver was right, the area was gorgeous, lots of woods and outbuildings. Meeting with everyone you have a few hours before the actual shoot is scheduled. Setting up to take some nature shots you fail to notice someone walking up behind you.

Chris had seen you arrive but between his manager,makeup and set people there was no time for him to properly introduce himself. Seeing you had moved away from the main group he watched you set up taking some photos, he had seen your work which is why he picked you for this shoot. Moving closer to you he took you in, you were tall with curves in all the right places. Your long hair was pulled into a simple ponytail and you had some makeup on and it was enough to accentuate your natural beauty. Seeing you in the sundress you were wearing had thoughts and dirty ones running through his mind, but he needed to be professional.

Clearing his throat he watched you jump letting out a soft shriek "Uh sorry didn't mean to scare you, just wanted to properly introduce myself before things get crazy and people realize I'm gone" He watches you turn and the air is knocked out of his chest, you're even more beautiful than your picture. He watches you smile a blush along your cheeks "It's really an honor to meet you, thank you for letting me do this photoshoot. It's beautiful here" He nods "It really is, can you believe I was named Sexiest Man of the Year?" He watches you smirk and nod "Well I mean as a woman I totally see it" Laughing he finds himself blushing enjoying the flirty banter.

"I suppose I should get out of your hair and let you enjoy the scenery" He watches you laugh, smiling you look at him "Oh the scenery is lovely for sure, I look forward to seeing more of it" Chris finds himself blushing again and nodding "Maybe you will" Smiling he turns and walks back to his trailer his mind is fully focused on you. Getting ready for the first shot of the day they have him wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up, heading to the area for the shoot he sees you setting up.

Smiling he stands in the first position he looks over at you and smiles with a wink, watching you blush he chuckles and makes eye contact with you the whole time. He watches you blush and shift slightly, there is something about you it's almost magnetic and if he had to admit it was very much a turn on. Feeling himself harden he licks his lips and goes back to looking at you. Each shot he made sure to look at you with growing intensity and desire, and with every look he could feel his professional image slipping.

The next shot he was lounging in a patio chair, shirt partially opened. Smiling he caught you watching him with your mouth hanging open, laughing softly he rests his head in his hand and looks squarely at you. He smirks slightly as you drop something blushing and apologizing to the crew, deciding to behave for now he lets you shoot in relative peace occasionally throwing you a wink.

Soon the final photo is taken and he can tell by looking at you that you're flustered, smiling to the crew he shakes hands with people and talks to his manager and publicist before heading to his trailer to get cleaned up, his thoughts still on you.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in, that was an amazing shoot. The only issue was you were worked up from Chris making so much eye contact with you, each time it sent a shiver through your body and you were certain your panties were ruined.. Watching him leave you whimpered softly, already missing his eye contact, packing up your equipment and taking a couple shots of the sunset for your own personal collection. Putting on some music you hum along swaying gently as you pack up.

Setting up a tripod you move your camera to the night sky hoping to get a time lapse photo, putting your hair up you glance up at the sky and smile, stepping back you hit a solid mass letting out a shriek. "Hey hey sorry didn't mean to scare you again" Gasping you turn and use your hand to steady yourself, blushing you realizing your hand is firmly placed on his chest. You watch him smirk "You know I was hoping I wasn't misreading the signs you were giving me"

Shivering but not from the cold, glancing up at him you see his blue eyes are almost black and blown with lust, clearing your throat. "What are you talking about?" Chris moves closer to you now fully pressed into you, his mouth close to your ear "Come on sweetheart we both know we're attracted to each other, unless I'm wrong?" You shake your head trailing your hand along his chest earning a soft groan from him "You're not wrong"

You feel him smile and whisper into your ear "Let's go find some place quiet then shall we?" Nodding you find yourself following him into one of the barns that one of the shots were at. Pulling you into one of the stalls you feel his lips on yours as he kisses you hard, making a soft noise you return the kiss tugging on his hair. Pulling away from the kiss his lips swollen he smiles "You are gorgeous sweetheart" You blush hearing his Brooklyn accent.

"You're not so bad yourself handsome" Feeling bold you nuzzle his neck kissing gently, the urge to suck a mark on his warm skin almost makes you cry but you resist, He growls softly and nips at your ear "Clothes off now" Nodding you start shedding your clothes, easily sliding your dress off and quickly taking off your bra and panties, which Chris quickly puts into his pocket. Looking at you he latches onto your nipple sucking hard, you find yourself arching into him.

Whimpering you glance at him "Not fair need to see you too" He chuckles at that and releases your nipple to remove his shirt running your fingers over his tattoos making him shiver "You keep that up and I'll forget why I came here" You laugh softly and let out a squeal and your picked up and places on a blanket? Looking at Chris you see him blushing and he slowly removes his pants and boxers "I uh might have planned this, sorta" Smiling you pull him in for a kiss "I see trying to seduce me Mr.Evans?"

Moaning softly he kisses you hard, his hand snaking down and finding you soaked, his fingers lightly rubbing your clit "Christ sweetheart all for me?" You nod and whimper as you feel him gently stroking you "Please!" Smirking he takes your free hand and guides it to his hard member, needing no prompt you start stroking him "Fuck sweetheart knew you would be trouble, but the best kind" Blushing you smile "Thank you" Smiling he strokes your cheek "What do you want sweetheart?"

Looking up at him shyly you murmur "I want to suck you off and then I want you to pound me" Blushing you feel him harden even more pre cum dribbling down your hand "Fuck sweetheart, anything you want!" Helping you up he kisses you and places another blanket at your knees, you kneel and slowly start to take him into your mouth, you hear him groan loudly you start sucking on his tip feeling him twitch and jump. Smirking slightly you take more of him in your mouth, moaning happily as you feel him fill your mouth, you feel his hands gathering up your hair into a loose ponytail. Gently stroking your cheek you hear him praising you "Look atcha taking me so well, mouth was made for me"

You feel yourself getting wetter from the praise, your hips rut into the blanket needing some friction. Hearing him chuckle you look up at him as you start to bob your head faster using your tongue to swirl around his tip "So fucking pretty aren't ya sweethart, gonna let me fuck that pretty face?" You blush and nod, his dirty talking turning you on even more, who knew that Chris Evans had such a dirty mouth but god if it wasn't hot combined with his Brooklyn accent. You were going to rename him the panty destroyer in the future. "Tap my leg twice if you want me to stop sweetheart ok ''You nod your head and hollow your cheeks and throw him a wink.

Chris smiles and starts thrusting hard into your throat groaning at the feeling of your mouth around his thick cock, you let out a low needy moan as he starts thrusting harder. Drool coats the base of his cock, gagging slightly you start moving up and down his shaft as he thrusts deeper. "Fucking hell sweetheart going to suck me dry, such a good girl" You moan and feel his cock twitch and jerk in your mouth, latching your mouth tightly around him he thrusts deep stilling "I'm cumming!" You feel the sudden swell and the explosion of his spend coats your mouth and you greedily swallow everything, cleaning his tip you slowly release him with a soft pop. Licking the corner of your mouth you sigh dreamily "Taste so good"

Watching you and hearing your now slightly raspy voice Chris helps you up before kissing you hard, tasting himself in the kiss. Groaning into your mouth he growls into your ear "Gotta be inside of you sweetheart, please" You nod and grab his hand you bring him over to a small area with a wooden railing, grabbing onto the railing you wiggle your ass "I think someone was supposed to pound me, unless you would rather not I can easily get dressed…" Feeling a slap to your ass you clench around nothing letting out a moan "If it were up to me you would be naked all the time sweetheart"

Feeling him behind you, the thick bulbous head of his cock rubbing along your folds, moaning loudly you wiggle into him "Please Chris! Need to be filled with you" Hearing him chuckle he slams into you hard making you scream, his hands grip your hips tightly almost bruisingly as he begins to slam in and out of your wet eager core. Loud wet noises fill the barn along with your moans and whimpers, smirking he groans as your wet heat pulls him in with every thrust "Perfect for me, feelin like heaven, gripping me so tightly"

Moaning loudly you move your hand down to your clit rubbing it hard, arching into him "Harder! Please, I need it!" Grunting you feel his hand wrap around your throat squeezing tightly but not enough to hurt, his eyes watch you. Between you rubbing your clit, breasts bouncing or the way you keep pulling him deeper and deeper into your core, he feels close already. "Sweetheart I'm close, wanna have you fall apart with me, please" Nodding you rub your clit faster and feel yourself getting closer.

Letting out a loud moan he feels you clench around him and he chuckles softly as he paints your walls, moaning loudly your hands gripping the wood tightly as your orgasm hits hard. Spots fill your vision, your legs begin to tremble and your toes curl. Feeling him throb and twitch has to be one of the hottest things ever, tears roll down your face. Your mouth hangs open as you feel another orgasm approaching Another one? Couldn't be? Could it?! "I can feel you fluttering around me sweetheart this needy pussy wants to be filled is that it?" Moaning loudly "Please fill me to the brim, wanna be dripping your cum for days!"

You let out a sob and feel yourself cumming again harder than the last time, clenching around him like a vice your body trembles and your vision goes dark and you pass out, breathing heavy. Feeling you clamp down on him triggers his orgasm and he slams into you hard, keeping you pressed into his chest as he fills you to the brim. You feel boneless, weightless and suddenly very tired. Hearing a chuckle you feel hands gently rubbing your ass "You good sweetheart?" You smile and nod slightly "I'm amazing"

Pulling you gently upright and resting you into his chest his hands cup your breasts kneading them gently , he moves with you still buried deep inside of you and lays down on the blanket. Grabbing some more he wraps them around you and him, before pulling you close "Go on sweetheart get some sleep I'll make sure nobody gets to see you like this but me ok?" You nod feeling your eyes close "Thank you….so amazing" Turning you slightly he watches you slowly drift to sleep. "Filled you so full didn't I sweetheart? And you took me so well"

Smoothing some hair from your face he spends the time just watching you, enjoying the way your face crinkles as you sleep, and the way you grip onto not only him but his cock, it almost makes him want to wake you to take you again. He could discuss that once you were awake, the more he looked at you the less he wanted to let you go. He knew that sounded silly considering he had just met you but he felt a connection and not because his dick was deep inside of you, it was more than that almost if you were soul mates.

Watching you sleep for a few hours Chris smiled and lightly brushed some hair out of your face and leaned in close whispering "Sweetheart come on you gotta get up, let's go sleep in my trailer ok?" You grumble slightly and press into him, chuckling he smiles "Fine sweetheart let me get us dressed and I'll take you back to my trailer" Slowly pulling out of you he instantly misses your warmth, dressing you he dresses himself and makes sure everything is back to normal before picking you up and carrying you to his trailer.

Opening the door he lays you on his bed and covers you and places a kiss on your forehead before walking back out to grab all your equipment and bringing it back to his trailer. Walking in he moves to the bed and chuckles seeing you sprawled out he strips down and nudges you gently "Sweetheart" You grumble but murmur softly "Chris?" He laughs at how your voice sounds half asleep yet "Can I take off your clothes? So your more comfortable" You nod and he looks at you "Use your words sweetheart" You groan "You may Chris"

He watches you drift back to sleep before carefully stripping you down, pulling you close, he sets an alarm and falls back into a deep sleep, his arms wrapped around you protectively. Hearing a noise you groan and press into something warm, hearing a chuckle you tense and slowly open your eyes. Glancing next to you, your eyes widen as you see Chris Evans holding you tightly his face nuzzling your neck "Morning sweetheart" You shiver hearing his still asleep voice"

"Morning" Snuggling close to him you mumble softly "How long was I asleep?" You feel hands stroking along your back "About 5 hours give or take, I brought you back here with your equipment so you weren't in a barn wanted you to be comfortable" Smiling you move up and kiss his chin, stretching you wince slightly and smile "Well looks like I do not need go to the gym today, got my workout last night" Chris blushes slightly and chuckles "Sorry about that can I do anything to help sweetheart?"

Smiling you shake your head "I'm teasing and no I enjoy the soreness honestly it's a wonderful reminder" Steve smiles "Are you going to the after party later today?" You yawn and nod "Oh of course will you be there Mr. Evans?" Smiling he nods "I am, want to go as my date?" You cough slightly and look at him "You really want to take me?" He nods "Of course I do, did you think this was a one time thing? Oh no sweetheart I couldn't let you go even if I had to"

Blushing you smile "I don't know if I own anything that fancy but I would love to go with you" Chris laughs "We can always get you something, now do you want to sleep a little longer or could you eat?" Pressing your head to his chest you yawn "More sleep please" Nodding "Sleep it is sweetheart" Watching you fall back to sleep Chris reaches over and grabs his phone and takes a photo of you sleeping on his chest, making sure your face is hidden he posts the photo to his twitter account. Putting his phone back he presses close to you and falls asleep.

Waking later in the day you yawn and stretch, sitting up you smile and dress. Smelling coffee you let out a pleased sigh and walk into the kitchen/living area seeing a cup of coffee still hot on the counter with a note, yawning again you walk over and read the note Y/N I managed to wake up before you and leave (didn't really want too) and got any paparazzi and such away from the area I left my number and where I'm staying for the after party, please call me. Chris Smiling, you dial the number and he picks up on the first ring "Sweetheart?" You laugh "Unless you had another woman you wanted to call you, it's me"

He chuckles and you're sure he's blushing "No no you're it sweetheart, so you'll be my date tonight?" You pause teasing him "Well…..yes I will, want to pick me up at 7pm?" You hear the happiness in his voice "I would love too sweetheart" You send him your address and a silly photo "Ok well I better get my outfit planned, gotta look my best around Captain America himself" He laughs and is suddenly serious "I'm really glad you'll be coming tonight, you know the paparazzi will be asking all sorts of questions about us" You chuckle "Good I hope they do, see you soon Chris"

He hears you hand up and smiles at his phone, spending the rest of the day getting things in order and getting ready for the evening. Around 6 he starts to head to your place wanting to arrive a bit early, finding your building easily he knocks on the door, suddenly the door is opened and you're standing in a simple towel, hair still wet "Chris? You're early I just got out of the shower" He eyes you and you feel his hot gaze looking you over he looks at you for permission before entering your house. You smile and nod and he pulls you by the towel and kisses you.

"Well hello to you too" He blushes and smiles "Sorry couldn't help it sweetheart" You smile and chuckle softly "Well make yourself comfortable while I go and finish up" He nods watching you leave , sitting on your couch he looks around and smiles enjoying the cozy feelings from your place. Seeing numerous photos on the wall he smiles, soon the door opens again and you walk out. He stares at you, his eyes roaming over your body. Standing in a navy blue almost skin tight dress your hair is in a sexy updo, your makeup is more on the natural end with some fancy eyeliner.

He watches you walk over to him and chuckle "Did I break you?" He blushes and stands kissing your hand "Your gorgeous sweetheart, come on lets knock some socks off of people '' You laugh and nod taking his arm and walking to his car, pulling up to the after party event the car is surrounded by paparazzi and media outlets. Feeling hundreds of pictures being taken you feel Chris squeeze your hand and kiss your cheek making everyone go wild. You smile and realize how different your life will be now and it's all thanks to one chance encounter.

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