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Bathroom adventures
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: Going to a premiere with Chris for the first time goes very different than you expected.
Warnings: Mention of anxiety and social anxiety, orall F/M receiving, daddy kink, public fingering, dirty talk, public teasing, sex in a bathroom, blowjob, deepthroat, slight dd/Lg sexual vibes ( We knew it was going to happen sometime with all of my issues)  eating you out, rough sex, feelings of guilt and embarrassment, ass slapping, being ruined by Chris’s dick, growing dumb, submission, like very submissive, No condom use (please keep safe in real life), walking around with Chris’s cum in you, multiple orgasms, creampie etc etc
Words: 3,4K
Minors DNI
Bathroom adventures
For the first time, Chris took you along to a premier as his plus one. The world knew you are his girlfriend but you’ve never really went with him to a premiere and now was the time. You were going to the premiere of Lightyear and very nervous to say the least. You took another look in the mirror and felt a pit in your stomach. You silken black dress complimenting every curve and the split by your leg was a very nice elegant touch. Your make-up looked perfect along side your hair but still you felt a little self-conscious but that was because you would be standing in front a lot of people and you weren’t really used to being in the public eye.
You didn’t let Chris see you in this dress as you wanted to surprise him and now was the time. You had to leave now, would you both make it on time. You walked out of your shared bedroom and stood by the staircase as Chris stood beneath, nervously checking his watch. You walked downstairs, your heels clicking the floor beneath, making Chris look up. He was in a complete trance of you as you walked downstairs, making you feel flustered. When he got out of it, he chuckled softly and let his head fall backward.
“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” he growled a little, making you chuckle slightly. He reached out his hand for you and helped you down the last two steps. He got your other hand in his as well, checking you completely out. “You look absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He told you and made you do a little twirl for him before pulling you against him. If he could, he had heart eyes and fell in love with you all over again.
His hand cupped your cheek slightly and pulled you in for a kiss, his hand on your waist and the other on your lower back. He smiled completely in love with you and you felt shy again, smiling as you looked down. “ I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of you.” You chuckled and looked up. “You look quite handsome as well.” you told him and wiped your red lipstick off of his mouth. His cologne hitting your nose and releasing the butterflies in your stomach, making you forget about your anxiety. “You ready?” he asked you. “As long as you are by my side, always.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, pulling you close to his side.
Chris was having a little bit of anxiety himself and always when he had it, he started to become very affectionate, always wanted physical contact. Not that you complained. Quite the opposite actually. He could be a huge teddy bear in those moments and you knew he was now. You walked to the limo, Chris’s arm around you and keeping you close. The two steps down, he would give you his elbow to hold on to.
He opened the door for you, with immense love in his eyes. “After you Malady.” You chuckled and got in, Chris sitting down very close to you and let his hand rest on your knee, by the slit of the dress. He drew circles on your skin and it felt like your heart could burst with love right now. “You okay?” you asked him, knowing about the anxiety but the moment he looked at you, he was calm.
“Yeah, with you by my side… Always.” He repeated your words, making you smile. Nobody ever looked at you with so much love as Chris did. He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips. “I can’t get over the fact how beautiful you are.” He told you honestly, making you smile shyly.
His hand went more up to your thigh and your breath hitched a little which Chris noticed with a smile, knowing he had this effect on you. Chris came closer to you, his lips slightly brushing against your ear. “Even though you look absolutely amazing in this dress, daddy can’t wait to get it off of you when we get home.” Your eyes went slightly bigger while a soft gasp escaped your mouth. He brushed his lips along your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it and getting back to his original place.
You felt extremely flustered and didn’t know what to do at this point with the sinful thought swirling through your head. His hand disappeared underneath the slit of your dress and you automatically opened your legs slightly for the man in question. You felt yourself getting wetter by the moment and your cheeks heat up. Chris had a smirk on his face and it was almost as if you got into a black out.
His fingers got ahold of your panties and slightly tucked them to the side of your dripping pussy. Sometimes you hated the fact hos easily you would slip into submission. His fingers went through your slit and your breath hitched again and the driver looked at you through the mirror. You covered it up by a cough. Chris looked dangerously at you as a warning. “I like this song…. Could you turn up the volume?” Chris asked the driver and smiled politely, his finger still inside of you and you felt on fire at this point.
The driver turned the radio up and looked back at the road. Chris brushed his lips over your cheek again. “Keep quiet baby.” He told you and moved his finger inside of you while he placed a feathery kiss on your bare shoulder. His finger picked up the pace and found your clit in no time, rubbing it. You whimpered softly and opened your legs even more, holding Chris by his arm. His movement went tortuous slow. “5 minutes and we arrive sir.” The driver told Chris, who nodded. You felt dread in the pit of your stomach. He wouldn’t leave you riled up, sure not on your first premiere night. You thought.
But unfortunately you thought wrong as he felt you get even more wetter by the second and got his hand out your panties and from underneath your dress. You looked shocked at him. He looked back at you with a smile and kissed your lips softly while you were in utter shock. He cleaned his finger with the inside of his cow sweater. You growled softly, making Chris chuckle as he enjoyed this too much. He knew you were riled up and irritated but it did keep your mind off your anxiety.
You arrived and saw fans, photographers and more people waiting. Two can play this game and the night was yet to start. Yes, you were going to be bratty and not give a shit because of what Chris just pulled off. Chris opened the door and handed you his hand to help you get out. He winked at you so only you could see, with that irritating smirk on his face. He got his sunglasses on and helped you out of the car. People were cheering and screaming for your boyfriend as you walked the red carpet with him.
You were almost blind from all the flashes around you while you and Chris posed. “you okay?” Chris asked you honestly with a loving look. You couldn’t help but give him a glare, which made him laugh wholeheartedly at your irritation while he took it as a win. He squeezed your hand and took you away from the photographers and walked further.
You were met with Taika and Keke. You gave them all a hug and posed with them before taking a step back so the could be photographed. Chris was doing interviews while you laughed with Taika. Chris kept looking lovingly at you while giving the interviews.
When it was time to go inside, you held on to Chris’s arm and walked in. You sat in the seat, Taika and Chris next to you. You were chatting with Taika and laughing when you placed your hand on Chris’s knee. Chris looked down at your hand and swallowed, knowing that you would get him back at some point. Taika was telling you a story when you boldly placed your hand on his thigh and let it rest there. This time Chris’s breath hitched a little.
To the outside world, it wouldn’t be very sinful as you only let your hand rest on his leg, but you knew what effect it had on Chris. The lights went out and the big screen in front of you lit up. It was a sign that this time, you could go even more bolder and rubbed your thumb on his leg. Chris’s breath hitched a little as he slowly started to get hard. You looked at him with a smile. You could still see each other a little bit in the dark and the light from the screen illuminating your faces. Chris looked dangerously at you and you knew you were in trouble but couldn’t give two shits right now. You just did what he did to you.
The movie started and Chris moved into his seat, opening his legs more as he always would, giving you almost to none leg space, unfortunately for him, you weren’t done yet and he was perfectly placed for your little plan. He rested his elbow on the armrest and his fingers rubbed his chin and lips.
The movie was halfway done and Chris was focused on the screen. Although that’s what he showed since your hand was burning into his skin but you knew better as his breathing was a different than normally and he flexed his stomach, trying to hold his boner in with all the strength he had. You went with your hand softly up and down on his leg, making Chris look down again and dangerously back at you but never telling you to stop. Your hand went over his crotch and massaged him through his pants. His breathing changed again and started to go rapidly until you got your hand completely away.
This time it was his turn to look shocked at you and you kissed his cheek softly with a wink before turning your attention back to the screen.
The whole movie he tried to think about the most ridiculous things to get his boner soft again. You knew you were going to get it later but for now you were happy with your revenge. When the movie had 30 minutes left, Chris whispered in your ear. “Meet me at the bathroom. You’re going to fix this.” he told you irritated as nothing worked and he just got more hard with the moment. Chris stood up and walked away. Taika looked at Chris as he walked away and back at you. “Everything okay?” he asked you. “Yeah, just nervous.” You told him back casually. “I’m gonna go and check on him. I’ll see you later.” Taika nodded and looked a bit worried, which you hated. You didn’t want him to get worried.
There wasn’t a soul around since everyone was still in the theater. You walked around, looking for Chris. He wasn’t at the bathroom so you were confused until you got in the complete back of the theater where there was another bathroom and Chris stood in front the more hidden bathroom. He looked darkly at you and got you by your arm dragging you in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
He pushed you against the wall, his hand on the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt. His body pressed against yours and you could feel his cock through his pants against your leg. “You think this is funny?” You felt yourself growing very guilty at the anger in his eyes. You looked down but he grabbed your face. His fingers digging into your cheeks. “I’m sorry…” You murmured, feeling guilty and especially embarrassed. Chris chuckled darkly. “Fix. It.” was the only thing he said, pushing you down onto your knees.
You looked up at Chris above you, your fingers fumbling with his belt and pulled his pants down. Chris let one hand rest against the wall above your head and the other on the back of your head, pushing you to his hard throbbing cock. You pulled his boxers away and saw his cock, angrily red. You placed your hand around it and licked your lips. You looked up at him “Don’t you dare to tease right now and get to work baby doll.” You didn’t want to risk it and took his cock in your mouth while Chris sight loudly above you that he was getting some release right now.
Chris looked up at the ceiling, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I was a picture on it’s own, a work of art. You were so mesmerized all of a sudden that you forgot what you were doing, getting Chris out of his trance and looking back at you. “What did I tell you?” this time he got you out of your trance as he pushed your head more towards his cock, making you gag, tears ready to slip and ruin your make-up. You could see your red lipstick staining his cock.
You started working on his cock, his hips jerking towards you as he fucked your mouth. “Oh baby girl, this feels good. Keep going.” He told you while you grabbed his balls, massaging them. “There you go princess.” He praised you. “Never, did I think you were going to lash out on daddy and be bratty but apparently even the most good girls have their bad days.” He told you, sending shivers down your spine. “You were my good girl. Why did you have to do this princess? Daddy has always been good to you.” you felt yourself grow into complete submission and guilt. God your panties were absolutely soaked when your fingers found your entrance to give yourself some release as well.
“I want my good girl back.” Chris gasped as his cock hit the back of your throat. “Get up.” he told you. His hand squeezing your cheek and pulled you up. “Is my good girl back?” he asked you, his eyes sending looking dangerously at you. You nodded, slightly scared yet excited. “Use your words baby.” He told you, his body pressed against yours again. “Yes daddy. I’m your good girl again and I’m sorry.” He nodded. “Good princess. Now get your pretty ass on that counter.” He told you and slapped your ass hard, making you wince.
You sat on the bathroom counter and Chris went through his knees slightly, putting your legs on his shoulders. He pushed your dress up and put your panties to the side before taking a long lick over your slit, keeping eye contact with you. God it was so hot to be above him, seeing him between your legs underneath you… The sight alone made you almost cum.
“This what you wanted baby? Was this why you were acting up? Because you didn’t get what you wanted?” You whimpered and Chris smirked, nodding “That’s what I thought. If daddy’s gonna make you cum, you gonna be a good girl then?” you nodded excessively. “Yes daddy.” He smiled and went back to work. Chris held your leg tightly, flexing his biceps while holding your legs. He ate you out like it was the last thing he would do. “Daddy…” You whined and he hummed for approval that you could cum. Your legs started to shake while you held on tightly to the counter and your head rested against the mirror behind you.
When you got back from your high, Chris wiped his mouth and came on eye level, kissing you roughly. He put his cock inside of you without warning and picked up the pace, his hands on both sides of your head while pounding you out. He placed his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while he grunted. “I’m going to fill you up and you’re gonna have my cum the entire night in your pussy is that clear?” he looked at you, never stopping the pace. You nodded while he held onto the back of your neck. “You put your panties on and walk around with me in you.” you whined at the thought and clenched around his cock.
He got you off the counter roughly and pushed you against the wall, getting your dress up and smacked your ass. Your panties pulled aside when he entered you again and pushed you more against the wall. His hand still covering your mouth. His pace got even harder and rougher when you felt yourself growing completely dumb. You felt ecstasy in your stomach when your pussy made wet sound. “That’s it baby girl.” He kept picking up the pace and you started squirting, Chris never stopping with pounding his cock into you. He fucked you roughly through your orgasm and your legs started to shake.
Chris placed his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. His finger drawing circles on your clit, chasing another orgasm. His cock hitting your pelvic and you felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Chris placed kisses on your shoulder. “Cum with me honey. Be a good girl now and cum with me.” he told you lovingly and you started to milk him out completely. He moaned in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder while he panted. You couldn’t stop shaking from all the pleasure. Chris got out of you and made you turn around. He helped you go towards the counter and placed you on it. He placed his arms around you, hugging you.
You hid your head in the crook of his neck. He squeezed his arms softly and petter your hair. “You okay baby girl?” he asked you softly and you nodded in his shoulders. He let his head rest against your head. He was amazing in the aftercare and you needed that. It was so amazing that it slowly healed your soul. Chris knew you would grow very silent after sex.
He got your head out of the crook of his neck and looked lovingly and caringly at you, his thumb softly going over your cheek. “I love you so much sweetheart.” You smiled softly and he wiped away the tears from your cheek, giving you a loving kiss. “Let’s get you a little cleaned up.” he told you hinting to your make-up. He got some wipes out and cleaned your lipstick from your face and the mascara that was plastered on your face.
He was extremely gentle while cleaning you up. “Since you were a bad girl, I’m still going to make you go out there with my cum in you so you can learn your lesson.” He told you casually. You felt very filled up and it made you horny again but you were too sore and Chris knew that. “Where’s your bag baby?” he asked you softly. You pointed towards your bag that laid on the ground. He picked your bag up and got the lipstick out of it, putting it on your lips.
You looked at Chris and saw some lipstick on him as well. Without saying anything the entire time, you got the wipe from him and softly got it off his face, looking concentrated. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his heart filling up with only love, so much so that it felt like it could burst. “Thank you baby” he told you and softly caressed your cheek. “Can you walk sweetheart?” he asked you. You nodded and slit off of the counter, correcting your panty as it collected Chris’s cum. “Let’s go back, we still have 15 minutes.” He told you and got out of the bathroom, you plastered by his side.
You sat down next to Taika again. “Everything okay?” he asked you and looked between you and Chris. “Yeah it is now.” you told Taika and smiled politely while Chris had his arm around you, keeping you close to him.
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k-evans-reads · 1 year
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In Living Color Masterlist
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By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
* = Denotes smut! All of our work is 18+ only!
Chapter 1 - Work begins on Lightyear and they meet for the first time.
Chapter 2 - They get lunch together and each develop feelings.
Chapter 3 - Nat hosts a game night and shares details about her past with Chris.
Chapter 4 - Nat needs saving, and a birthday party finally forces them to act on their feelings.
Chapter 5 Part One | Part Two* - Chris explains himself in the aftermath of their date, and Nat attends his going-away party.
Chapter 6 - They deal with the aftermath of their actions.
Chapter 7 - Nat's sister's visit provides her with a distraction from missing Chris.
Chapter 8* - After a long distance birthday celebration, Chris steps up in Nat’s time of need. 
Chapter 9 Part One | Part Two - After a photo is shared online and Nat gets a glimpse into Chris’ world, they deal with the aftermath and try to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 10 Part One* | Part Two* - They are finally reunited after two months apart.
Chapter 11 - After struggling during a work day, Chris relaxes at Nat’s apartment and they share a tender moment.
Chapter 12 - Chris finally meets Nat’s family and he learns more about her past.
Chapter 13 Part One* | Part Two | Part Three - While missing Nat, Chris makes a spur of the moment decision and later Nat visits Boston for the first time.
Chapter 14* - They celebrate Nat’s birthday.
Chapter 15 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat spend Thanksgiving in Washington.
Chapter 16 - Nat participates in an art show and discusses her dreams with Chris.
Chapter 17* - Chris and Nat go on a quick trip to ring in the New Year.
Chapter 18 - Plans change and concerns are revealed.
Chapter 19* - While Chris is in Atlanta, Nat goes out to visit him after a while apart.
Chapter 20 - New beginnings and new opportunities happen.
Chapter 21 - Nat shares her news with Chris.
Chapter 22 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat deal with the consequences of their decisions.
Chapter 23 - Chris and Nat spend time together in San Francisco.
Chapter 24 - Chris and Nat celebrate the premiere of Lightyear.
***STORY NO LONGER UPDATED*****
Chris and Nat asks, headcanons, and more!
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itsstrange · 11 months
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My Friends Uncle
Chapter 2:The Barbecue
Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader
A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!
Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast
Word Count: 9.3k
Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}
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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.
That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.
You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.
Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.
“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,
“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,
“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,
Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.
“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,
Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.
Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.
“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,
“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,
Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.
“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,
“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,
“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”
“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,
Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.
“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,
As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.
The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.
You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.
“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,
Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.
“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,
You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”
You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.
“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,
“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,
As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.
“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,
Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.
“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,
Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.
Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.
Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.
+++
9:30 pm
“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,
You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”
“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”
“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”
“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,
Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.
“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,
“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,
They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.
“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,
You didn’t. You couldn’t.
“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,
“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,
You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”
Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.
“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,
You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.
Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.
Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.
“You ready?” He asks once again,
“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,
“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,
Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”
The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.
As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.
“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,
“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,
A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”
Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.
After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.
“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,
You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”
Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.
“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,
You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”
Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.
“Wanna go for a ride then?”
“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,
With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.
The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.
Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.
“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,
The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”
“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,
You were asking for a friend obviously.
Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”
Kinda? You think to yourself.
“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,
“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”
A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.
The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.
Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.
Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.
A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.
“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,
Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,
You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”
You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.
Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.
You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.
A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.
“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,
“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,
It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.
“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,
The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.
Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.
“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,
From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.
“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,
Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.
With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.
“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,
“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,
Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”
He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.
Then it clicked.
“W-We’re you a vir..—,”
“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”
You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.
Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,
“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,
The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.
“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,
Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.
Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.
“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,
His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.
With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.
“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,
A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”
Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,
A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,
In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.
Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.
“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,
Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.
“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,
Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.
“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,
He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.
“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,
Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.
After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.
“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,
A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”
“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,
No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.
Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.
As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.
“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,
Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.
“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,
You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”
A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.
“Chris,”
“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,
“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,
His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.
“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,
You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”
He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”
You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”
“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,
A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.
“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,
Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.
In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.
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haleyboook · 9 months
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The Marriage Pact
When Sloan and Chris become reunited and get more than a few drinks in their systems they remember something from their past, and it includes a marriage pact they made a decade ago. But the two decide to follow through with the agreement and get married!
warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing
word count: 2,750
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“When I say birthday you say bitch!” My best friend Corrine shouts to the crowd of men at the bar
“Birthday”
“Bitch!”
“Birthday!”
“Bitch!!”
I shake my head at her as she remains standing on the bar stool across the way from me
I stare at the weird colored cocktail in my hands that she insisted I have
It’s extremely strong and very disgusting
“When Corrine texted me last week with an invite to celebrate your birthday I was honestly surprised.”
I look behind me quickly, seeing a very old friend that I haven’t spoken to in years
Chris smiles and hugs me tightly as I stare at him confused
“She invited you?”
“She invited a lot of people, clearly. How many of these people do you actually know Sloan?”
I look towards the groups of people and say “Probably about a fifth of them I’m acquainted with.”
His eyes widen as he laughs saying “Typical Corrine.”
“She sends out mass text messages, for all her parties. That’s where you come in, you must’ve accidentally been grouped in.”
He looks to me suspect saying “What you wouldn’t invite me by choice?”
I sigh saying “I don’t know, it’s been awhile.”
“Yeah it has, from what I’ve heard you’ve basically stopped acting?”
Shaking my head I say “Who told you that?”
He waves his phone saying “The internet. Your last show is going to be that sitcom? Really?”
“I need a break from acting. The roles I get are undeveloped and unenjoyable. I’m tired of playing the female arm candy in an action movie.”
“You’re done with Tom Cruises movies?”
I roll my eyes saying “Unless I get my own spin off, yeah.”
“That’s a shame. You’re so good at what you do, you need a better agent.”
Narrowing my eyes to him I say “It’s been at least 2 years since we’ve talked and this is what you want to talk about? What are you filming? Still at Marvel’s beck and call?”
He grumbles saying “funny. When you get a multi million dollar main character role you can have an opinion on my role but yeah I am still doing the marvel thing.”
“I can tell, you’re only in this good of shape when you’re filming marvel.”
“Thanks?”
I sigh and say “I also want a break to start a family or something. I’m ready to settle down.”
“Ah I see..”
“You want something to drink?” I ask
He nods saying “Yeah sure. What are you…having? Jesus what is that?” He motions towards the glittery glow in the dark drink in my hand
“It’s called a Sloan. Don’t ask me how Corrine thought of it, it’s nearly toxic waste.”
Chris looks over in the direction of our somewhat mutual friend getting men to shout in unison with her “I see she still has men wrapped around her finger.”
“She wouldn’t be Corrine if she couldn’t get men to wrap around her finger.”
“What’s she been up to in acting terms?”
I finish my drink and say “She’s in a new movie with Margot Robbie and Will smith.”
“Interesting pairing, I’ve gotta admit.���
I walk with him to the bar and the bartender says “What can I get you both?”
“Two more Sloan’s and also something drinkable.”
He smiles to us and Chris says “I’m not drinking that glittery toxic waste.”
“It’s my birthday are you forgetting that?”
“I hate when people leverage that. I already got you a gift. It’s in that disgustingly tall pile of gifts.”
“You owe me. It’s been 2 years since we’ve talked, you owe me.”
Grumbling he takes a sip as I carry the other drinks in my hands
He makes a face saying “It’s gross.”
I smile saying “good. Finish it.”
Shaking his head he says “this would kill my street cred y’know.”
“I’m sorry, what street cred?”
He scoffs as he finishes the drink and sets the glass down. He grabs the beer from my hand and says “I’m a beer guy, you know that.”
“And I’m a tequila gal, doesn’t mean Corrine cares.”
He nods and says “no family here today?”
I narrow my eyes to him saying “Surprised you didn’t read about that in the news.”
“What? What happened?”
Sighing I say “it is my birthday you know, and I really would like not discussing my family.”
“Fine, deal. No bringing up ex’s then.”
I smile saying “good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Does that mean you broke up with Garret??” He asks dumbfounded
Groaning I say “Don’t make me bring up Minka and Jessica.”
He groans loudly and says “I need more beer.”
He walks away and I follow as I laugh at his avoidance of the topic. I nudge him saying “Still want to ask about Garret?”
He narrows his eyes to me in annoyance as he pushes cash towards the bartender annoyed
“I’ll just ask him myself.”
I make a face and say “And Minka happens to go to the same spin class as me.” I smile to him
He huffs in annoyance and says “They wanted more and I wanted more time.”
I shake my head and say “Sounds about right.”
“Is that why you and Garret broke up?”
I scoff saying “No. Far from it. I wasn’t pushing him for more, he fell for his costar. She’s 10 years younger than me and she worships the ground he walks on. He told me about her and we were done. I threw his things off my balcony.”
His eyes widen and he says “Jesus.”
I shrug and say “There, you’re caught up on my romantic life.”
He laughs as I sigh, he says “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You guys were serious, at least I thought so.”
“We were, then I got swamped with work and he sought out comfort elsewhere. Fucking asshole..”
Chris and I laugh as I motion to the bartender for more tequila shots
“I have work tomorrow.”
“This should do nothing to you. Come on lightweight.”
The drunkenness quickly came over us as we just kept drinking together, the surroundings around us melted away as we caught up
“How’s your mom?” I ask as I squint at the beer in my hand
“She’s doing great. How’s yours?”
“Not going there right now.” I hum as I reach for my beer
“I think I’m drunk.” He says aimlessly as he stares at the ceiling that’s dimly lighting up the bar
“It feels great. It’s been too long.”
He smiles widely as my head hits his shoulder as I laugh and smile to him
His head rests on mine and he says “Another round please.” He motions towards the bartender
I spin the shot in my hand saying “This is the real Sloan! a shot and a beer to wash it down with… you know me so well.”
I smile to him as I turn my attention to him, he smiles saying “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Right back at you Evans. I’ve missed having friends that actually know me.”
We click our glasses together and say “Cheers to our reunion.”
He nods saying “Cheers to you, happy birthday Sloan Sloan.”
I smile and say “Ah I was wondering when that nickname was going to come up.”
I shoot back the shot and he follows after me a few seconds later
“Remember that stupid list we made?”
“When I was 22, i hadn’t met Garret yet and you were with Jessica. We wrote so many stupid things on that page.”
“Can’t remember what the paper even had on it.”
“We both wrote things we didn’t want each other to know for 10 years remember?”
I laugh and say “I remember.”
“God I wish we still had that paper.”
We both laugh as we sigh in defeat. I spin the liquid in the beer bottle as it dawns on me and I repeat “Under the three willow trees in our favorite park.. where the dog shit can’t be smelled from..”
He looks to me surprised and says “We buried it!”
I nod and he stands up quickly as I tumble out of my barstool from his sudden movement.
He steadies me as he holds my shoulders tightly
“We have to go.”
“What..?? This is my party!”
He nods saying “We have to go get it.”
I smile and say “Well okay I guess. But you owe me a cake I am going to miss my cake.”
“Deal.”
An Uber was called, we stumbled into the back seat as the woman says “You two alright back there?”
“Jimminy crickets we’re amazing! Oooo all this is for us? Okay… I see you.”
I grab the free candy and water she has set up for Uber guests
She pulls up to the park saying “You two going to be alright?”
Stumbling and basically rolling out of the car we laugh and i give her a thumbs up
“We’ll be perfect, thank you!” He thanks the driver as we approach the very dark park at this late of an hour
“I just love scary parks at this hour.”
“It’s not that late. It’s only like 1:30am or something like that.” He reassures me
As soon as we got to the trees I fell to my knees and struggled to dig at the grass. He laughed as he stumbled as he laughed so hard he fell over
I shush him and he laughs louder screaming “Who’s going to hear us out here!”
I crawl towards the play structure and steal some kids plastic pale and shovel
I dig at the grass and he grabs it from me saying “No, no let me.”
I sit back and watch as he digs with the weak shovel as it bends from his strength
He hits the box and I quickly push the shovel away as I impatiently pull the box that’s slightly damaged out
The dirt has eaten at it and the plastic bag hasn’t lasted very well
I guess it has been a decade
I pull the papers and read the list in my hands confused
I don’t remember this being in there
He pulls the bottom papers and reads them as I look through this written agreement that we signed
“Get this, I wrote that in ten years I hope I’ll be a more respectable actor and work on a award winning movie.”
He flips the page as he reads “In ten years I want to be married with a baby and a successful career. But all I really want is to be happy, whether that means giving up acting or not.”
His frown deepens as he looks to me as I read the list
1. Don’t let work get in the way of our friendship
Well clearly we didn’t follow up on that one
2. Help each other anytime it’s needed, career wise or otherwise.
He can’t help with things he doesn’t know about.
3. Always be each others backups, in any date scenario
That one was a stupid add, he only added that one because he knew he needed a date to his sisters wedding the next week. But I obliged.
4. In ten years, or less if we haven’t settled down and gotten married we’ll get married to each other
What the fuck ?!
I stare at the list of shit we wrote and I feel the stinging of a headache hit me as I go back to the first page
He pulls the other page from me as I go mute on him and he stares at me in confusion as I don’t respond to his questions
He reads through them with a smile and it only falters when he gets to number 4 and he looks to me as I stare at the agreement
He smiles and says “Ten years, huh?”
“Take this written agreement as a verbal and written contract that we are obligated and honored to marry the other if both see fit in their very single lives. Rules that may exempt the agreement would be a. A relationship b. A baby and a relationship c. A sexually transmitted disease d. a change in sexual orientation.”
Chris chuckles at the last two rules and I roll my eyes as I say “If not met with that criteria we are morally obligated to relieve each other of the embarrassment of being married too late in life.”
I scoff in annoyance saying “who wrote this shit oh my god.”
Chris smiles saying “I think it’s hilarious.”
“I think it’s- it’s… I don’t know!”
“I think we should listen to our twenty-something selves and follow up on this.”
I stare at him in shock and he nods saying “We promised, we’ve gotta follow up on this pact, we fell through with every other agreement, not this one too, come on.”
“We just started talking again,”
He nods saying “I haven’t had fun like this in years.. I feel like me when I’m with you. I haven’t felt like me in too long. Let’s go get our shotgun wedding, c’mon.”
I slowly warm up to the idea and my smile slowly widens as I begin to nod in agreement
He smiles back at me as his arms snake around me and lift me off the ground. Spinning around as we laugh loudly leads to us tumbling over again
“You call the Uber, I’ll look up a place to get married.”
I feel my fingers move but my mind not catching up as I proceed with our plans of marriage.
It seems completely rational to us and he shows me the 24/7 chapel only a city over and I smile widely as I nod saying “deal.”
He presses his hands to the sides of my face as his thumb brushes down my nose and he taps the top of my nose saying “deal.”
The Uber drive consisted of me sitting close to Chris with his arm wrapped around me as my hands held tightly to his other arm
Pulling up to the chapel the Uber driver didn’t say much but there expression wasn’t indescribable
But it irked me.
I straighten up my dress and lick my hands as I press them to Chris’ stray aways
He groans as he attempts to squirm away from me as I insist on fixing his hair
I nod as I smile saying “perfect.. you look perfect.”
“Thank you, you look beautiful.”
We enter the establishment and the lady behind the podium welcomes us and gets us on the fast track to getting married
“We have a selection of rings to pick from if you haven’t purchased one yet, we offer a character wedding, Elvis, and a few other options. There’s a tropical wedding, a traditional-”
I cut her off saying “traditional.”
Chris smiles saying “no Elvis?”
I push his shoulder as I shake my head. We are brought to the ring area and he immediately picks the ring that sticks out to him
It’s what stuck out to me, it was surprisingly beautiful for the other options they had
I shook the fake ministers hand as we met him 2 minutes before we were to be married
“I need you both to sign this document.”
I squinted my eyes as I read the words on the document and it was a basic marriage document and I flipped the page and signed my name across the bottom quickly
Chris scribbled his name quickly, not taking a second glance and says “if the misses says it’s safe to sign I believe her.”
The minister walks us down the isle as the director of the weddings clips a waist length veil onto my hair
I nod to her in appreciation and the ceremony proceeds as the alcohol was still very influential in the ceremony even happening
The pictures were taken as the minister asks “This is both of your opportunities to say something about the other.”
Chris nods and squeezes my hand saying “You’re my best friend, Sloan Sloan. I felt incomplete without you in my life and having you back in my life means everything. I can’t wait to navigate this new adventure with you as my wife.”
My cheeks redden as I blush and my heart flutters and does back flips.
He tilts his head to me as he admires my smile and he pulls my hand to his lips as he kisses them delicately
I swallow thickly as I say “There’s no one else I could possibly do this with, it’s only you that could put me at ease like this. You are my best friend and I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you, Chris.”
He smiles and the officiant smiles as they say “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” I nod as my brain is still foggy
“and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
Chris smiles widely as the man says “I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Before the man can continue Chris kisses me, and once we got started kissing we didn’t stop
His arms wrapped around me as he dipped me into the kiss and the officiant shakes his head muttering “Jesus..”
The wedding director smiles widely and pats our shoulders saying “A few more pictures.”
We take our pictures and are handed glasses of champagne and a bottle as we are directed to the restaurant next door
Chris says “Hello wife.”
I smile as I look to him saying “Hello husband.”
We both laugh as we stumble towards the Italian restaurant next door
“What would you say to skipping the dinner and going home?” I chime
He looks to me and says “Sounds like a square deal.”
The second we got into the Uber his lips were pressed to my neck as the driver visibly cringed
The car ride was fast as the man clearly wanted us out of his car.
Chris lifted me as he stumbled in step up to my house. I laughed as I hung off his shoulder and he patted the back of my legs as he sang everlasting love by natalie cole
“This will be… an everlasting love..!! Ooo..yes it will be!”
He is hilarious and I haven’t laughed this hard in too long
He jingled the key into the door and shifted me in his arms as soon as the door was open.
He carried me through the door frame bridal style and says “Now it’s official!”
The door is kicked shut behind us as he walks like a blind mouse through the pitch black house
We laugh loudly as we bump into every object in my house as our lips are glued together
His teeth pull on my bottom lip as I mumble “Past the guest room. And laundry… keep going.”
We hit the wall again and he releases my lip as my lips press to his cheek
“You’ve almost got it.”
And victoriously he finds my bed and we fall into it slowly as he lands on me carefully, keeping his lips attached to the exposed skin on my neck
“We should’ve done this years ago.”
I hmm in response as I can’t talk through the blissful tingling I feel throughout my body
“Y-yeah.” I say as his lips trail down the exposed skin around my dress as his hands reach behind my back, searching for the zipper
The zipper breaks through his impatience and I grumble as I grow uncomfortable with the heat between my legs
“Just rip the dress- Chris..”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, the dress was ripped from the fabric at the zipper and he pulled it off me roughly as I mumbled into his skin as he hovered over me “oh finally…”
He pauses for a minute as his eyes retreat down to my exposed chest, my back arching at his hands moving down to my waist, the exposed skin quickly showcasing new goosebumps
“didn’t need a bra with that dress- did-did you?”
His fleeting eyes look to mine as I produce a furrowed look, my expression asking him what he’s waiting for
He slides his hands up to my face and says “Are you okay? You alright?”
I nod quickly and say “I’m perfect. I’m happy.”
“That’s all I want for you, lo.”
I nod as I heave a breath saying “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time. Is this- is me doing this, is it okay?”
I nod in agreement quickly saying “Not if you wait any longer, you’re killing me…”
I squirm while I’m under him, in near desperation as his grin runs wide and his eyebrows pop
“Oh… I see..”
He laughs as I hmm in response, patience is not my strong suit
“I got you, as your husband, I’ve got you all taken care of.”
And he does, he easily does. My eyes flutter in relief and the rush of adrenaline hits me as my hips rise up in response to him
“good job, honey.”
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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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Breakfast
Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do
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Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader
Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning
Word count: 701
Warnings: none!
A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him
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You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.
You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.
You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.
You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.
"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.
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BM3
Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.
Word Count: 2,517
Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC
Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.
Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.
A/N: You know I had to double it.
Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.
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“Chris…”
The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.
Shit.
“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.
“What are you doing here Minka?”
She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.
“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.
Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”
Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”
“Minka chill-”
“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.
“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”
“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”
“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.
“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.
“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.
“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.
Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”
“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”
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Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.
“You calm now love?”
“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”
“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”
“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.
The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.
A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”
His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”
Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”
“W-What? W-Where are you-”
Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.
Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.
Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.
“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”
She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.
I told you, you better stay prayed up
You never thought the universe be looking for revenge
Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.
Liquor Store to be exact.
You can't keep just doing them girls like that
Thinking that nobody finna bite back
Losing your mind, baby
Can't be sure, time's wasting
“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.
“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.
“Keep the change.”
She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.
Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.
Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.
“Hmm?”
She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”
Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.
“Tell me the fuck about it!”
“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”
“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”
“Can I vent to you about Henry?”
“Baby the floor is all yours.”
“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.
“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.
“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”
“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”
“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”
“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”
“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”
“Bet.”
Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.
“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.
“They’re fine.”
“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.
“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.
“Ry! Girl!”
Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”
Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.
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Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.
She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”
Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”
“Do you want eggs?”
“Yes.”
“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”
Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.
“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.
"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."
Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.
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She got Lively ready and got herself ready.
Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."
"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"
"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.
"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.
"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"
The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"
"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."
"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.
"Thank you mommy."
"You're welcome, baby."
The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."
That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."
A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.
"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."
Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.
"Daddy!!"
"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"
"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"
"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."
That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.
"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."
"Okay...Okay."
Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.
"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."
'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.
"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"
Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.
Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"
"Please, daddy? Please?"
"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."
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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!
I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!
Stay slutty my friends.
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buckyswifesblog · 1 year
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Can you do a smut where steve rogers act all shy and innocent with his girlfriend, reader teasing him in front of the team. but behind closed doors, steve acts dom to his slutty reader
Captain
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve acts all shy and innocent around the team
but what will happen when yn tease him in a meeting
Warning: language, 18+ maybe 😏
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Steve always been shy and innocent looking around his team but behind doors he always a whole different type of person with his girlfriend, yn and Steve both met each other on a party that tony threw, Steve saw yn talking to Natasha about some stuff and that’s where everything started between them two.
Yn and Steve been together for 3 years yn never saw that side of Steve so she decided to play with him durning the meeting they going to attend , everyone sit where they were told and wait for instructions from tony. Yn saw this opportunity to take her leg and but it on Steve tights and five min pass and yn use her foot to go up and down his tights teasing him, Steve saw what yn was doing and smirk, the meeting ended and yn walk like nothing happened to her room Steve follow behind and ask her “ so what was that about yn “ “ oh nothing Steve “ Steve knew what his gf was doing.
Both started to kiss each other and rough with passion yn took her shit off and Steve was staring really good “ u like what u see captain “ “ I do “ without them knowing they both were naked it. Steve was seeing yn naked body and saw how her pussy was wet already “ I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet asf “ “ oh shut up Steve and make me more “ with that promise Steve flip yn over ass in air.
Steve was super hard and ready to fuck the shit out of his girl friend, Steve line up his dick with her entrance without warning steve entre her with full force yn let out the biggest moan for how thick and long was it, “ please go faster steve “ with that commend he got from yn he do what she said “ oh god this pussy is so good “ . Steve and yn keep going on their sex wild avenger moaning saying stuff and more.
After there were done yn and Steve were tried all sweeting “ that’s was “ “ amazing “ “ yeah “
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pairing: chris evans x ofc; harry styles x ofc (+18)
summary: you never thought you would have such a physical relationship with a biology teacher. either less with two. an enemies and friends to lovers story.
warnings: strong language, old/young relationships, explicit sexual scenes
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I opened my eyes, not remembering why I was already smiling. I blinked a few times, trying to bring my vision into focus, and sighed lazily. A good scent filled my lungs, making my smile widen. My hand was beside my face, flat against his chest, which calmly rose and fell with his breathing. His scent was everywhere, numbing me, and his arm wrapped around my shoulders, preventing me from moving. I looked up and saw that Chris was still sleeping like a baby, even after a couple of hours of sleep. Smiling like a fool, I just watched him sleep, slowly caressing his chest and remembering everything we had done before we blacked out.
"How long did you intend to stare at me?" I heard his voice say softly, making me blush slightly. Chris opened his eyes and looked at me, a suspicious smile on his face.
"I don't know, maybe until you wake up and ask me that question," I replied, making her smile widen. Without saying anything, Chris kissed me gently, and turned on his side, leaving us facing each other on the bed.
“For your information, I was already awake,” he murmured, sliding his hand slowly around my waist. “You're the one who's been sleeping like a rock on top of me until just now.”
“I'm sorry if the educational institution where you work and I study makes me wake up at 6 am every single day,” I said, pretending to be offended, and making him laugh.
“Wow, what an angry girl I got,” he said, pulling me closer to him.
“Yes, I am,” I confirmed, looking irritated and propping myself up on one elbow. “If you don't like it, I'm leaving right now and I won't bother you anymore.”
“Look, in addition to being angry, she is independent!” Chris laughed, holding me more firmly by the hips as if he wanted to pin me there. “I want to see you continue with all that courage to get up from here.”
When I went to open my mouth to retort, he shut me up with an intense kiss and his hand went up from my hip to my face, while the other hugged me around the waist. Obviously, everything I thought of saying disappeared from my memory as our tongues started to play with each other, in a mixture of provocation and tranquility. I could feel Chris smile through the kiss, victorious at having managed to shut me up, and I couldn't help but smile along with it.
"Are you still mad?" he murmured, still smiling, as he broke the kiss.
"Idiot," I muttered, closing my eyes in defeat and embarrassment. Chris laughed softly and gave me a long peck, laying his head very close to mine and making the tips of our noses touch.
"You look beautiful like that, you know that?" he said, hugging me around the waist gently. “More than you already are.”
"You really don't see yourself, do you?" I spoke softly, with a melting smile as I caressed his face, drawing his features and making him close his eyes a few times. “There's nothing about you that I don't like. You are just perfect, I have nothing to say. That baby face, that beautiful smile, your body, your way... Everything.”
Chris, who had his eyes closed when I started to speak, opened them and looked at me steadily, listening carefully to everything I said and widening his smile with each word.
“Amazing how such a young girl can say things that a 30-year-old woman wouldn't even dream of saying,” he smiled with shining eyes, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “And that only makes you more beautiful in my eyes.”
“Don't do this to me, please,” I asked, closing my eyes and feeling my cheeks burn with shyness and euphoria. “I get shy.”
I heard Chris laugh softly and felt his arms pulling me closer to him (I didn't think I could, but did I?).
“Having you clinging to me is the best feeling in the world,” he murmured slowly, leaning over me gently and burying his face in my neck. “Your perfume, the good smell of your hair, your warm skin, your beating heart... Always so fast that it looks like it wants to explode at any moment.”
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. I took a deep breath, letting his scent intoxicate me, and laughed softly, unable to believe the dream my life had turned into. Not even if I wanted to could I explain what it was like to be the happiest person in the world. Maybe that's why I was completely speechless, and I just kept stroking his shoulders and back slowly, feeling his calm breath hit my ear.
Chris started kissing my neck gently, making me close my eyes and get goosebumps all over. I started tangling my fingers in his hair, and he continued to distribute kisses around the region until he reached my mouth. He kissed me calmly and deeply, and I felt like electric shocks ran through my entire body, and shivered all over. I don't remember receiving a kiss as intense as that one before. We ended up reversing positions without even realizing it, leaving me on top of him, with a hand on either side of his head. That turned into something warmer, and when we were already panting, Chris sucked my bottom lip, breaking the kiss. I looked into those blue eyes, which returned my gaze with an intense glow amidst my hair falling around his face, and I smiled, seeing him do the same.
I went back to kissing him, not even caring that I was still panting, and I felt his hands travel over my shoulders and back slowly, as well as felt his erection under the boxers he had on before going to sleep. I smiled when he unclasped my bra without me noticing, and sat on his hips to remove the garment. Chris' hands caressed the sides of my thighs, and without even wanting to wait for me to return, he sat up and hugged me around the waist, bringing our lips together again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning the kiss willingly and feeling him squeeze my breasts. It didn't take long and he started teasing me, neatly sucking my earlobe. Goosebumps from head to toe with his warm, husky breath in my ear, I gripped his hair tightly until I heard him whisper:
"It's hot, don't you think?”
I nodded slowly, dazed with that broken voice making me short of breath, and he said:
“Then hold tight.”
I went back to hug him around the neck and Chris put his arms under me. He got up from the bed, still teasing me in one of my weak spots in a very good way (consequently getting hanged by me), and carried me in his arms to somewhere I didn't know what it was until I saw white tiles all over the wall and a spacious glass shower.
Before I could say anything, he closed the door and pressed me against it, his lips already on mine. His hands roamed all over my body quickly, while mine turned his hair into an endless mess. I pulled him by the waist closer to me, making his arousal even more evident with the proximity and destroying my sanity. Chris's hands stopped at my ass, with the same intention I had when pulling him with my legs, and his thumbs wrapped around the elastic of my panties, pulling them down. He kept pulling it off, not daring to break the kiss, and I got to my feet so I could get rid of her at once. He went down kissing me as he lowered my panties, stopping at my belly and going up again when the piece was already far away.
Being able to control things a little more by being on my feet, I pushed him recklessly until his back was against the glass of the closed shower. Chris let out a hoarse groan as I pinned him between the icy surface and me, who was now caressing his chest and stomach, and awkwardly opened the door to the transparent cubicle, staggering inside with me. Breathing noisily, I let him pin me against the inner wall of the shower stall while he grabbed the hair at the back of my neck with one hand and felt around the wall until he found the valve and turned on the shower with the other. As soon as the cold water touched our skin, we automatically hugged each other tighter, as if we were going to warm up with the heat of our bodies.
Our hands ran loose over every reachable inch of skin on each other, and it didn't take me long to slide his sodden boxers to the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck, begging him to do what I wanted soon, and with a frown of pleasure, Chris implied that he would obey me. He lifted my legs, making me wrap them around his waist, and positioned himself at my entrance. Expecting him to invade me all at once, like before, I felt him put only half of his cock inside me, teasing me and stifling a low moan with a kiss. With each attack he was putting in more and more, making me involuntarily aggressive during the kiss, until he reached the end and began to move with great strength and speed. I ended up standing a little taller than him because I was suspended, which made Chris' face practically between my breasts. Obviously enjoying the situation, he almost screamed, making me moan at the same volume. The cold water that fell on us seemed to make us even hotter and made my habit of grabbing his hair a little more slippery.
For almost half an hour we stayed in that position. Chris would throw his head back several times, eyes tightly closed and hair plastered to his forehead, and I would push it back with my hands, grabbing it again at the back of the neck. He was really holding back so he didn't have to leave, while I had already come twice, with my nails dug into his shoulders and howling with pleasure. When he threw his head back one last time in exhaustion, I kissed him lightly and he finally came, slowly closing his eyes and moaning close to my ear. I let myself slide with my back pressed against the wall until I was on my feet as Chris brushed away the damp strands of hair that stuck to my face, seeking my lips with his. I laid my trembling hands on his shoulders, dead tired, and returned his soft kiss with a smile.
“I think I'm getting old for these things,” Chris panted, taking a deep breath soon after and hugging me affectionately around the waist.
"If so, it takes my breath away just imagining how you did these things when you were younger," I whispered, kissing his neck as I hugged him and felt his chest contract rapidly in breathless laughter.
“I've always thought that men's dress shirts look much better on women,” Chris smiled, lying on the sofa, as he saw me emerge from the hallway wearing one of his white shirts that covered me up to mid-thigh. “Now I'm sure.”
“Stop embarrassing me or I'll wet you,” I threatened, shaking my wet hair as I approached and making him protect himself with his arms, laughing.
"Love you too, my brave little one," he teased, pulling me by the hand covered by the oversized sleeve of the shirt I was wearing and toppling me over him. A great smell of soap invaded my lungs, and I couldn't help but smile as I returned his kiss.
"Aren't you really going to stop?" I murmured, keeping our faces close even after breaking the kiss and pointing my index finger at him. “You know I bite, huh.”
Chris let out a mischievous laugh, getting even sexier than usual, and whispered:
“Yeah, I know.”
“Chris!” I exclaimed, embarrassed, burying my face in his neck as he laughed louder.
“Okay, now I stopped,” he said, hugging me tightly, and laughing some more before continuing to talk. “Speaking of biting, are you hungry?”
I nodded, still not looking at him. The smell of that neck was something irresistible, indeed. And it got even better when I remembered my hands sliding over his shoulders a few minutes ago while we took a shower.
“Yeah, I guessed right away,” he said, nodding slightly. “So what do you say we go down to the kitchen and see what I made for us?”
I looked at him, stunned, and received a mischievous smile. I got up quickly, and ran to the kitchen, accompanied by him. And I nearly flew off that wonderful neck when I saw what was on the kitchen table.
“I can't believe it!” I exclaimed, with a huge smile on my face. “Pasta!”
“You like?” Chris smiled, all cute, when I turned to him, almost tearing up with emotion.
“If I like?” I repeated, laughing. “I love pasta! How did you do it so fast? I mean, I didn't even take ten minutes!”
“Twenty-seven minutes, I ended up accidentally counting,” he replied, crossing his arms and leaning one of his shoulders against the door wall. “All this to get ready and untangle the hair that I was probably the one who messed up.”
Euphoric, I couldn't answer anything, I just bit my bottom lip and kept watching him smartly smile at me.
“I was really surprised that you didn't show up in the room,” I muttered, unable to stop smiling, and he approached me with the biggest face of a naughty child. “You have to stop surprising me like that, you know? It's not just because I'm young that I can handle these bumps.”
“I'm the one who won't last another minute without devouring that pasta over there,” Chris smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “Before you start thanking me, I want to see if you approve of my culinary skills.”
I let out a low chuckle and stood on tiptoe to give him a quick peck before going to sit in one of the chairs. Chris did the same, and served me, filling his plate soon after. I picked up the fork, inhaling the great smell coming from my plate, and tangled it in the pasta, feeling his half-apprehensive gaze on me.
"Hm, let's see if you can get married now," I joked, throwing him a quick look before putting my fork in my mouth.
On the several days when I had to prepare my lunch at home because Mom was working, I used to make pasta, because I thought it was more practical and tasty. I considered my pasta a masterpiece, I felt great that I could make such a good sauce, but I had just discovered that I wasn't such a good cook. Chris could be better. Much better.
“So?” he asked, fork hovering over his still-untouched plate and a nervous smile.
“I'm glad you don't cook for a living,” I replied when I finished chewing, with a serious expression, and I saw panic in his eyes. “Because if you did, you wouldn't have time to teach at the university with a crowded restaurant.”
“Is this when I throw all these noodles at your head or do I leave it for later?” Chris smiled, looking both flustered and relieved, as I chuckled.
“This is great,” I exclaimed, laughing so hard at the horror on his face. “Don't go wasting it all on my head, please.”
"Next time try to get straight to the point, would you?" he grumbled, unable to keep from smiling and finally eating some pasta.
“Oww, he got upset,” I said, in a cute voice. “Sorry, baby.”
"Baby…look who's talking," Chris murmured, shooting me a playful look, and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. Sometimes I forgot that he was already thirteen when I was born. I mean, I barely had any teeth and he must have had a prototype mustache already. Okay, better not keep thinking about what he had or did when he was a brat and I sucked my thumb. We sat in silence for a few seconds, just chewing, until he spoke again:
"Why did you make that little face and stay quiet?”
"Nothing, I was just thinking here," I replied, not looking at him.
"Thinking about what?" he insisted, his voice lower and tilting his head trying to see my face.
I smiled weakly and lifted my gaze to his.
“This is all pretty crazy... Don't you think?” I said awkwardly.
“This all?” he repeated, brow furrowed. Sluggish. But that's okay, no one functions properly on an empty stomach, especially men.
"Yeah... us sticking together," I explained, my eyes fixed on his. Chris sobered, looking a little scared to even think about it.
“Why are you saying this now?” he asked, his voice equally serious and making me nervous. “Are you thinking about giving up, or I don't know, my pasta is that bad…”
“No, no, of course not, your noodles are great,” I interrupted, distressed even though I was still smiling, and he continued to stare at me, waiting for a better explanation. “I was just thinking, I don't know... How this happened between us with all that age difference.”
Chris smiled weakly, and I did the same. After almost a month together, it was the first time I had stopped to think about it, and the longer I stared into those sparkling eyes, the less I could come up with a rational answer. The two of us liking each other wasn't rational at all, it was kind of a happy coincidence. Among so many beautiful and intelligent students that I knew he had, he chose to get involved with me, who had nothing special or different from them. Maybe I was just wondering why I deserved such a gift.
“I don't know how that happened,” he sighed, his gaze vacant on mine. “But I'm glad it happened... I was almost losing my way with women.”
My smile broke out involuntarily, as did his, and I felt my face heat up a little. How beautiful, was all I could think as I received that affectionate look from him.
“Let me eat my wonderful pasta before I end up flying all over you,” I said, making him laugh. “And now that you know that I bite, be careful.”
“Bite me,” he chuckled, rolling the pasta around his fork with a leer. “I like it.”
“Chris!” I exclaimed, incredulous and turning purple with embarrassment again, making him laugh. It was half past eight when we finished dinner. We laughed more than we ate, by the way. Especially me, who looked like a fool with a silly smile on my face just looking at him, in boxers having dinner with me. Hungry (and rightfully so) we devoured all the pasta and drank liters of grape juice, and as soon as I helped him put the dishes in the sink against his will, he asked:
"Good time to attack that ice cream, don't you think?”
“If I get pimples, it's your fault,” I said, my mouth twisting in a failed attempt to hold back a smile and pointing my index finger at him.
“We'll figure this out later.” He smiled, biting his lower lip.
"And I'm going to give that sharp tongue of yours a treat if you don't stop with that stuff," I mumbled, not being able to think straight in front of that cute little face and only realizing that I had said shit when he laughed out loud.
"I can't believe you said that," Chris said, still laughing and hugging me around the waist. Still not resigned to my idiocy, I just looked at him, smiling in an embarrassed way and wrinkling my nose.
“Stop all this embarrassment,” he murmured, his voice affectionate, and gave me a little Eskimo kiss. “You don't need it.”
I, who had been watching my hands curl into his chest, lifted my gaze to his, and automatically smiled. I don't know why I was so ashamed of him. Okay, maybe it was because he was my molecular biology teacher and I was afraid of being rude or something because I was completely in love with him and I didn't want to get dumped.
“Just because I told you you look cute like that, all red doesn't mean you have to torture me all the time.” Chris smiled, pretending to be a little annoyed, and I chuckled softly. “You don't know what I'm capable of when teasing me like that.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, and a second later his arm slipped under my legs, lifting me into the air. If he kept carrying me all the time, I would forget how to walk.
“Yeah,” he replied, with raised eyebrows and a smile. “But since I'm a great biology teacher, I think we should wait for our stomachs to digest the pasta before giving in to your provocations.”
“I completely agree, Professor Evans,” I said, looking at him, and receiving a lingering peck. “So while we wait, I'd like some ice cream.”
“Digest by eating even more?“ he mocked as he walked to the freezer, making me throw my head back and laugh out loud. “Take it, my hands are kind of full.”
“'Hands full', that’s what she said,” I said, laughing like an idiot. “I think we're even about ambiguous sentences now.”
"If you want, I'll vacate my hands right away," he suggested and threatened to put me down again.
“You can keep carrying me, I'll let you,” I smiled, forcing the most excessively sweet expression in the world as I closed the freezer door with the ice cream in my hands. Chris returned my exaggerated smile, and led me into the living room, stopping at the silverware drawers to grab two spoons along the way.
"Let's see what's on TV," he said, picking up the remote from the sofa and pressing a button. As soon as the screen lit up, I saw lizards and plants everywhere, and I couldn't help but smile.
“Animal Planet?” I asked, opening the ice cream, and sitting between his legs. “Why should I already know that?”
"At least it's not a porn channel," Chris snapped, changing the channel and scooping up his ice cream scoop without even looking at what he was doing.
“Yeah, that would be a problem,” I said, not even paying attention to what was on TV and carefully filling my spoon. “Imagine if you were the type of man who 'learns' things from porn?”
"Do you really want to talk about it?" he said, raising his eyebrows as he went back to swallowing another monstrous spoonful of ice cream. I turned to face him, one eyebrow raised and a sly smile.
“Why? Are you afraid of something?”
"Of course not, I even find this subject interesting," Chris replied, eating more ice cream. "But there are other, much better ways to find pleasure.”
“You can't just say that and pretend like it's normal,” I said, laughing and giving his chest a little push.
“Come here, let me ask you something,” he said, stopping at some channel and looking at me with a slightly comical impatience. “Why are you all curious about my pleasure? Already wanting more, huh?”
“That wasn't my initial intention, but if you're suggesting...” I replied, looking at him and slowly licking the spoon, with a teasing smile. Chris stared at me, looking a little dazed, and his mouth twisted in defeat.
"Do you like ice kisses?" he murmured, softly, taking the ice cream pot from between my legs and placing it on the small table that was on his side of the sofa.
“If I like what?” I asked, not listening to what he had said, but agreeing to turn around to face him when his hands showed that intention.
“This,” he whispered, and in the next second his lips were glued to mine. A thermal shock ran through my entire body when his icy tongue touched mine, not so cold. I wrapped my arms around his neck, shivering from head to toe, and he pulled me closer to him by the waist, making my legs wrap around his hips. We made out for a while, until the icy effect wore off, and Chris gently laid me down on the couch and got on top of me. Smiling, he broke the kiss, and murmured:
"Do you sleep here tonight?”
"You don't even have to ask again," I replied, grinning from ear to ear, and he kissed me again, equally happy with my response. Yeah, I can say that Chris kissing me was a scene that was repeated a lot that night.
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Twin Flame - Chapter 3
Warnings: smut right out the gate. 18+
"Fuck doll…" Chris let out a deep moan as his hard length hit the back of her throat, his hand cupping the side of her head, holding her long hair back, "Baby, stop…" Chris nearly groaned, watching as she looked up at him through her dark eyelashes, his hand reaching for her upper arm, pulling her naked frame up, "If I'm gonna come, it's gonna be inside of you…" Chris spoke as he pulled the woman close to him, effortlessly lifting the dark-haired woman with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Ohh…" Aria moaned out as Chris thrust into her dripping core in one fluid motion, "Chris…" her nails dug into the skin on his back, her head tilting back as his hot mouth attacked her neck, nipping and licking at the soft flesh.
"You're perfect." Chris groaned, "This pussy is perfect. Made for my cock." Chris thrust deep inside of her, her back arching at the depths he was reaching, "Who's this pussy belong to?" His hand wrapped around Aria's throat, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Answer me, baby."
"You…" Aria moaned out, "This pussy is yours." Aria shuttered, "Only you…" she felt her climax building, the sight of the man in front of her, naked in all his glory, sweat forming on his toned chest, his long hair dangling down, his eyes moving between hers and the area he was assaulting with pleasure, biting his bottom lip every so often, "Fuck, I'm going to come." Aria nearly growled.
"Did I say you could doll?" Chris slowed his assault, causing a whine to escape from Aria's swollen lips.
"Please…" Aria managed to plead.
"Please what?" Chris continued his slow thrusts, every so often thrusting into her hard, "Use your words angel…" he ordered, causing a shiver to run down Aria's spine.
"Please…" Aria spoke hoarsely, "Please daddy, let me come." she managed, her hands gripping at the wooden table she was laying against, "Please…"
"Fuck…" Chris moaned, his thrusts picking up at the sight of the woman below him, "Come for me gorgeous, come all over my cock…" Chris nearly ordered, watching as the woman's hands went to her large breasts, kneading the flesh and plucking at her nipples as she met his thrusts by swirling her hips, "That's it, baby, that's it…" Chris coaxed, feeling her walls start to tighten around his rock-hard length, "Jesus."
"Chris!" Aria's head shot back, her climax possessing her body, her hips moving to ride out the waves of his delicious assault, causing Chris to fall over the edge, his hands gripping her hips, "Aria, baby…" Chris growled out as he shot his hot seed deep inside of her, "Mine." Chris's heavy body fell half on her, half on the desk, still buried inside of her. Aria's chest was rising and falling quickly, coming down from her high as she tangled her fingers in his dark locks.
Aria was slightly surprised that Chris had taken her right on his desk in his office, it was unintentional. She had gotten out of the shower, Chris was no longer lingering in the bedroom, so she went in search of him, in nothing but a towel. When she heard his voice coming from a closed door, she gently knocked, walking in a moment later. "Do you need to go?" Aria had questioned once they had come down from their highs, his body covering her naked frame.
"No." Chris answered, "I cleared my schedule for the day." Chris stated, "I want to take you to a few places." Chris added.
"What am I supposed to wear?" Aria questioned with a small laugh, "I don't think it would be wise to wander around in a towel."
"Well as much as I would love it, you're right." Chris stated, "I had my housekeeper run out and get you a few things, they're on the bed." Chris added.
"Chris, that isn't necessary." Aria protested for a moment, "I could have just stopped by my place." Aria grumbled, Chris, gave her his shirt to wear across to his bedroom, leading her there by her hand. Once Aria was dressed in a pair of distressed jeans, and a plain white t-shirt, she had slipped the high heels on that she had on the night before, tying her hair into a bun at the top of her head, and they were off into the city.
"So what's this twin flame thing?" Chris questioned, his large hand on her thigh as his driver came to a red light, knowing that two of his men, Andy and Tom were behind them in a different car.
"Oh god…" Aria laughed, "Summer was saying that you and I are twin flames. So I guess what it is, one soul is split into two people." Aria found herself playing with the ring on his finger, "Summer had this whole theory, she said that I should have a tarot reading done." Aria let out a little laugh.
"Well let's do it." Chris stated causing Aria to raise a curious eyebrow, "I'm serious, I think it could be interesting."
"She did give me the address of a woman she uses for her readings." Aria pointed out, grabbing her phone from her purse, showing Chris the address to tell his driver, "But what if…" Aria paused.
"What if ?" Chris questioned.
"What if she says that I'm going to die or something?" Aria grumbled, not knowing how she felt about hearing some sort of bad news. "As long as I'm alive, you are the safest woman in this city," Chris vowed to cause Aria's cheek to blush for a moment, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as he gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. As the car pulled up in front of the shop, Chris had opened the door, holding out a hand for Aria to follow as they climbed out of the vehicle, making sure his hand was locked with hers as they approached the small building.
"You sure about this?" Aria questioned.
"I'm sure." Chris kissed the side of her head, holding the door open for her as his men followed a few feet behind.
The small building had a mystical charm to it, with pictures and paintings of the universe, different tarot cards decorating the walls, and an older woman approached, pausing for a moment. Aria did not miss the look the woman gave the couple, causing her to furrow her eyebrows as Chris led her forehead.
"Hi, we are here for a tarot reading." Chris spoke, "I'm Chris, this is my girlfriend Aria." Chris introduced them both, shaking the older woman's hand.
"Gloria." The woman smiled, "Dear, you're nervous." Gloria turned her attention to the dark-haired woman.
"A little bit." Aria confessed, "Just first time jitters." Aria added, "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too my dear, please follow me." Gloria walked towards the back, the couple following and stopping at a circular table.
Chris had pulled out the chair for Aria, then took a seat next to her, his hand falling to her thigh as she scoot her chair in a little, giving her a comforting squeeze.
"So, I do not want to know any sort of information before hand." Gloria instructed as she pulled out a beautifully illustrated tarot cards, "I will start with you dear." Gloria spoke looking to Aria, causing her to give the woman a nod.
The woman spoke a prayer, shuffled the cards a few times and then began to pick out cards on a whim. Aria was glued to her seat, her leg bouncing slightly, curious as to what the cards had to say.
Once Gloria was satisfied with the number of cards, she examined them for a moment before speaking, "Oh dear, you've been through it, haven't you?" Gloria gave her a soft smile, "There is a man from your past who had hurt you deeply, but this wasn't by bad luck or anything like that, it was a lesson you were supposed to learn." Gloria explained, "This man, an ex-boyfriend of yours?" Gloria questioned causing Chris to raise an eyebrow and watched as Aria gave a nod, "What you went through was for a reason, to make you stronger, to know your worth, to know what you deserve." Gloria continued, "You have a strong aura about you now, people are drawn to you, especially men, you're a healer."
"They better not be," Chris grumbled, getting a small chuckle out of Aria and Gloria both.
"Your job, you are some type of healer?" Gloria questioned.
"I'm a therapist."
"That makes sense, you are easy to open up to, that is why people are drawn to you." Gloria looked to Aria for a moment before looking back to the cards, "You recently met someone, this was the right path for you to take, it won't be an easy path, but if you believe it's worth it, it will be what is meant for you." Gloria explained and Aria knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to meeting Chris because she had been silently having doubts due to his career path.
"Is there a way to see if we are twin flames?" Chris spoke up, causing Gloria to chuckle.
"Hunny, I don't need cards to tell me the answer to that one." Gloria spoke as she shuffled the cards laying out, "The moment you both walked in here, I felt the intense energy as you pulled up." Gloria stated, "You feel a strong pull to protect her and vise versa, am I right?"
Both Chris and Aria nodded.
"When you meet the other half of your soul, there is the connection, one that can not be explained, when you are away from this person, you feel it, not just physically, but energetically too, it feels like there is something missing inside of you that you can't explain. There is this void. It feels like a dark abyss is trying to swallow you." Gloria explained, "Meeting your twin flame is not a path for the faint-hearted, it's tough, there will be challenges, there will be forces trying to pull you apart, but if you stick together, it leads to a world full of bliss." Gloria spoke, "If you don't mind, I'd like to do a past life reading, I'm being drawn to do so."
"Okay…" Aria gave a nod, Chris completely in awe of what the woman was saying.
"Just as I thought." Gloria spoke after examining the cards laid out, "Chris, you have to think things through not just go off the handle, you were a very powerful man in your past lives, which led to a lot of trouble because you thought no one could touch you." Gloria explained, "You are carrying that into this life. It needs to stop because if you don't have more self-control, you won't get the life you are after." Gloria explained, "There is an outsider, a soulmate if you will, that is willing to step up and had stepped up in previous lives with Aria, because you wouldn't just think."
"So you're saying if I don't learn to have self-control, someone is going to swoop in and steal my girl?" Chris question.
"Pretty much." Gloria spoke, "Aria is a strong woman, but the thought of you being locked up, dead, or anything like that, she won't be able to handle." Gloria continued, "The soulmate will not fill the void completely, but it will be enough for her to finish this life without you."
"Damn." Chris huffed.
"Remember, there are things that we can not always see that try to force twin flames apart, the negatives in the world try to outpower the light connections that are forming. We are meant to raise the vibrations of the earth to a higher frequency than what the negative can do, so the negative tries to stop that, no matter the cost."
"Can you give me some good news?" Chris joked trying to lighten the mood causing Gloria to laugh.
"If you heed these warnings, you will have a long happy life with the other half of your soul." Gloria spoke, her eyes shutting for a moment, "Your father, he passed away?" Gloria spoke.
"Yes." Chris answered.
"He has a few messages for you." Gloria spoke causing the dark-haired man's ears to perk up, "He said to keep a watchful eye on those you think you can trust, not everyone is on your side." Gloria spoke, the man's eyes furrowing, his body going tense for a moment, "He also said to end it. You know what to do."
Chris felt the chills on his back, taking a deep breath, slightly confused but still having a feeling of knowing what his father was speaking about. He just had to do some investigation to make sure that he was thinking the same thing.
"Thank you so much for your time," Aria spoke, knowing that whatever Gloria had said to him had caused him to get spooked. Aria watched as Chris overpaid the woman who tried to protest, "There's no sense in arguing with him, he doesn't take no easily." Aria joked as they stood at the table with Gloria following.
Chris let out a small laugh as he made his way to the door, turning to look behind him to hold the door for Aria, but noticed that Gloria was speaking into her ear lowly, to where he could not hear, causing him to furrow his eyebrows for a moment before she thanked her for her time again, and moved towards Chris.
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marvelita85 · 2 years
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You were looking at your IG acount and that picture came to your atention
So unfair your husband was on the other side of the country, you had to work and you couldn't travel with him, and now you were thirsting for him like the fan you were on instagram
- damn you Christopher...-you said under your breath caresing Dodger's ear
- what did i do?...- he was there standing in front of you with his carry on and a tired but glad to be home
- you are home - you jumped from the couch and hug him - I miss you so much, but how are you here I saw a picture from last night in LA...
- have a few hours free and I told Megan I needed to be here before going to London - he needed to hug you and be close to you, you close your eyes, Dodger was at your feet waiting his dad to caress him too - I needed you there y/n...
You knew his anxiety could be bad when he was alone
- do you want me to go to London with you?
- can you?
- probably no, but who cares you need me there, there is nothing that won't be here when I come back, so...
- so yes please I call my team and tell them to book your ticket...
- later... - you just couldnt stop yourself to be close to him, he smell so good, you buried your nose inside his neck and took the hoddie he got on - now we are going to enjoy we are together
- whatever you say Mrs Evans
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Moonlight and soft touches
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: When the heat gets too much and you weren’t able to sleep, you and Chris decided to go on a little adventure in the middle of the night and have a midnight swim to cool off. But you’ve never expected it to be this intimate.
Warnings: age-gap but appropriate, mention of chronic nightmares, quick mention of daddy issues, SOFTCHRIS, self-conscious and insecurity, SMUT, soft smut tho, a LOT of sexual tension! Sensual sex, neediness, public sex ( but nobody is around), sex in the water, P in V, fingering, no condom (zon’t zo it.) creampies, cum eating, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, doggystyle, very intimate and soft sex. It’s very sensual and romantic. Praise kink and probably more stuff but nothing too shocking
Words: 6K
A/N: Whoeh i'm feeling soft today💗💜🥵
Moonlight and soft touches
It was a extreme hot day and now night. Chris had stayed with you for a couple of days now, he was very good friends with your uncle and your uncle was his bodyguard. Normally he would stay at your uncles house but he had to get things done for his home so they both stayed for a while with you. Well, your uncle just left for the airport and would be gone for a couple of days.
Anyway, you were extremely shy around Chris and what seemed like every time, just flabbergasted. You lived alone in your mothers house, since she moved in with her boyfriend so that’s why your uncle came up to you and let’s be honest, some help for the house financially wasn’t very unwanted.
You were so tired but the heat in your room was just unbearable. You already had the fan at its highest but to no avail. You turned around once again, unable to lay still. Somehow, magically you finally fell asleep but in some sort of wake/nightmare state. It was very confusing but you weren’t sleeping very deep  but still had a nightmare. You shot up straight in bed, now completely soaked in sweat and your heart pounding against your chest. You rubbed your face from the sweat and your pillow was damp. You looked at your phone and you hadn’t even been sleeping for an hour.
With a groan you let your head fall back into the warm pillow and stared at the ceiling, trying to regain your breath before getting out of bed, knowing that sleeping in your room wasn’t happening tonight. You walked down in your bikers shorts and a crop top, hearing voices from the tv. You took a glance towards your couch and your eyes were met with those of Chris while you got a glass out of your cabinets. “Hey” he said softly, apparently also unable to sleep.
“Hey” you told him back with a soft smile. You got some lemonade and walked towards the couch before letting yourself fall on it, Chris eyes still on you. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked you before looking lazily back at the tv. “No, or well, I was for over an hour but had a nightmare.” You told him and he looked back at you sympathetically. Every time he had asked you how you’ve slept you would answer with nightmares. “You have them a lot?” he asked you curious now.
“Eh yeah…. Since over a year I have them nonstop. Chronic nightmares, the doctor calls them. It’s really annoying.” You chuckled the last part a little awkwardly. “I can imagine.” He still looked at you surprised. “What about you?” you asked him and looked at him but quickly became shy again so looked away. “The heat.” He told you and chuckled, making you chuckle as well. “Yeah… it’s really bad.” Chris nodded.
You both got your attention towards the tv and there was something trashy on tv, probably ex on the beach or something and you looked surprised at Chris “Before you’re gonna say something, there wasn’t really anything else on tv.” He told you and you chuckled in response. You slouched more into the cushions, hoping that a bit of wind from the garden would come your way. Chris looked at you and checked you out. Once you noticed, you grew shy and flustered again. Chris noticed that you saw him checking you out and gave you a polite smile, trying to correct himself and you shot him a polite, shy smile back.
Both sweating your asses off and watching some tv wasn’t really working for your sleep. You were so incredibly tired but unable to get some rest and sleep and it was frustrating you to no end. You huffed and puffed trying, hoping to speed the process of falling asleep. Chris noticed your irritation of not getting any sleep which he gave hope up a couple of hours ago. “you okay?” he asked you, earning another huff from you. “I’m just so frustrated that I can’t get any fucking sleep right now even though I’m fucking exhausted” you couldn’t help but curse from absolute frustration and anger. Chris looked sympathetically at you and tried to give you a soft smile while you rubbed your temples in, once again, frustration.
“I could really go for a swim right now….” you told him nonchalant. Chris nodded and looked at the tv but wasn’t really watching the show. He was deep in thoughts before speaking up. “You’ve told me about that lake, where you and your friends go to in the summer…. Is that far from here?” he asked you. You looked with a wondering look at him. “No not really but you do have to go by car.” You told him and he nodded. “Okay…. Well I mean, I can drive. Do you want to go? Because honestly, I could go for a swim as well…” he told you with a smile, up for adventure and the impulsive thought did bring some excitement in your stomach.
I mean, going on a late night swim with The Chris Evans, where you can see his bare body in real life, showing his tatts while the full moon kissed his perfect skin and the intimate idea of only the two of you….. “Yeah, I’m in!” you told him. You and Chris stood up at the same time to get changed, gather your stuff, some drinks, snacks and put them in a cooler before putting everything in the jeep.
“You ready sweetheart?” Chris asked you and it was the first time that he gave you a nickname. You felt your heart flutter and nodded, completely full of excitement from this late night adventure, giving you the complete feeling of a summer vacation and not needed to do a thing. You happily got in the car and Chris immediately noticed the change in your mood and chuckled. “So I guess this is a good idea huh?” he told you more than asked. “Yeah, definitely.” You giggled and couldn’t wait to get there.
Chris opened the windows and drove off while listening to some music. You let your hand rest outside the car and you couldn’t feel more free and alive at this point, feeling completely aligned right now. Chris couldn’t stop smiling from your happiness as he let his hand rest on the side of the roof while driving relaxed with one hand on the steering wheel. He hid his fluffy hair underneath a ball cap and his abs showing underneath his t-shirt. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the man. You had a crush on him before you even met him and it only got worse when you did meet him, falling completely head over heels for him.
He looked at you with a bright smile, meeting your energy and you felt so many butterflies that you didn’t even knew it was possible and the excitement of it helping with that. You gave him directions while you both started to sing along to a song that came up. It was David Bowie with Heroes and you were a big fan of Bowie. “Didn’t expect you to know this song.” Chris chuckled out while you looked at him shocked. “Are you kidding me? I love Bowie! Besides old music has a special place in my heart.” You told him and turned the radio up, your hand making waves out of the window from the car. The wind blowing through your hair. You let your head rest on your arms that rested besides the window so you got some more wind in your face.
When you finally arrived, Chris got the stuff and you pointed out a spot where you and your friends always laid. It was your favorite spot for a reason. You and Chris walked over the spot, laying down the big, sort of picnic blanket, towels by your side and got rid of all of your clothes. You always felt very self-conscious about your body, especially with Chris next to you but now you couldn’t care less and wanted to get in the water immediately. You looked over to Chris who got rid of his shirt as well and placed his belongings in the bag. You started to stare and check him out. Once he noticed that you checked him out, you felt shy and a little embarrassed. Chris just had a smug smile on his face. You held your arms automatically a little in front of your body and Chris noticed your discomfort.
“You look absolutely gorgeous. You shouldn’t hide your body. You really look amazing.” Chris told you with a smile and you felt butterflies in your stomach again and the heat going down. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the fact that you were going for a midnight swim where it was just the two of you, now secluded but you felt horny as hell right now. “Thank you…. shall we?” you pointed shyly at the water and Chris gave you another smile. Oh lord, your daddy issues were kicking up and you could just melt on the spot, already feeling submissive. Maybe it was also the age-gap between the two of you what made it excited for you.
Chris walked a little in front of you but noticed that you hadn’t moved yet and turned around with a smirk “You coming?” he asked you and got you out of your trance. “Yeah, yeah.” You told him quickly and walked besides him. Your feet finally hit the water and it was so refreshing. Chris walked a little further and you followed him slowly. You were so glad that you finally got rid of the sticky, sweaty feeling and got a refreshment of some sort.
You felt so light and good that you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second. Of course you didn’t notice Chris staring mesmerized at you while the moon kissed your skin so softly and he couldn’t help but stare at you, this time he was in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, noticing that his swimming shorts getting a little to tight for his liking so he stepped more in the water, hoping that his erection wasn’t too noticeable but of course it was. He was quite build of you know what I mean.
He splashed some water on you, making you gasp from the sudden, unexpected cold hitting your skin. Your eyes flutter open and acted like you were shocked. Chris smirked and walked further in the water, just to be on the safe side with his, still growing bulge. You got more in the water with a smile and Chris couldn’t help but smile mesmerized at you. You noticed the look on his face and felt so flustered and well horny as well. You’ve never thought that a midnight swim could be this intimate and excited, the heat not working in both of your favors as well.
You took a dip and got up, Chris following your every move intently as the tension rose even further. “This is really nice.” You told him and he nodded. “Yeah, this was a good idea.” He told you and there fell a silence. You could hear the music that you had put on. There wasn’t a living soul around and besides there weren’t people living nearby. It was so secluded.
Chris followed you more in the water. “It’s beautiful here. I can see why you like it so much.” He told you, making you smile. “Yeah, it feels really freeing you know.” Chris nodded. He splashed some more water on you with a playful smirk which you returned and splashed water on his as well. His fluffy hair getting just a bit wet and you’ve never wanted to run your hands through his hair this much before. You both got more towards each other and you jumped on his back, earning a heartful laugh of him as he held you on his back. His arms holding you up by your legs and being this close to him for the first time, made your stomach do flips.
Your arms around his shoulders and neck, his hair tickling the side of your face and you let your head rest even more against the side of his face. Chris gently started to swim and wished you couldn’t feel his heart, almost beating out of his chest while you clang to him like a koala. His heart filled itself with so much love, that he was scared it would explode. The tension in the air was almost unbearable and the tightness of his trunks got more and more uncomfortable with the passing second.
You readjusted your head and let it rest on top of his head, feeling his fluffy hair underneath your chin. “Your hair is really soft.” You told him and couldn’t fight the feeling of letting your hands go though it and did so. You felt your heart skip a couple of beats when you let your fingers go through it. Chris closed his eyes and let out a soft shaky breath while he let his head go a little back so you had more excess to his hair. His growing bulge was now aggressively throbbing and he knew he couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt your pussy drip and throb as well, the heat getting almost too much and the tension definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the two of you.
You slipped off of his back and slowly, in trance walked in front of him. He kept looking with adoration in his eyes, following your every movement. Both of you remaining eye contact, completely entranced and indulged with one another. Chris splashed softly some water on you, making you giggle, giving you a loving smile. You had him completely wrapped around your finger and he, you. You splashed some back with a smile and it became a lazy water fight until you, all of a sudden, surprising yourself as well, wrapped your arms around his neck from the side and jumped on him playfully and got to a close proximity.
You both looked shocked into each other’s eyes but that disappeared really quick and both went into a trance. You felt his growing bulge against your leg and you were surprised by it. His arm held you up by your waist. You were both so indulged, forgetting your surroundings. His other arm came up to your waist as well and he pulled you in front of him while you still clang around him, your legs around his waist. You felt his erection against your own heated pussy and you couldn’t help but move a little. Chris tried to suppress a groan but closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His grip on your hips getting stronger. The tension was now very noticeable for the both of you and getting really unbearable. You both couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, not that you even tried anymore.
You had perfect access to his neck and you couldn’t help but lick it. Your tongue got attached to his neck licking it seductively up to his chin, his stubbles scraping your tongue slightly, earning a very shaky breath from the man before you placed your lips on his neck, sucking it gently. You could hear him moan and felt his cock twitch against your throbbing pussy. Your hand going over his abs and you could feel his heart pounding. Your other arm still around his neck, his hands holding you up and close.
He put his head down and you both stared at each other in complete trance. He softly cupped your cheeks. You were holding yourself up now, clinging to him. You both kept the eye contact going before he pulled you in a heated and desired kiss. It was passionate and you needed each other very fast right now, unable to wait any longer. His tongue slipping in, his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer into the rushed kiss, wanting to explore every part of each other fast and needy. Your hand found his hair and tucked it slightly, earning another groan from him. He slowly walked to the edge of the lake.
His hands now holding you up by your ass and he squeezed it, earning a moan from you this time and you let your head fall back. His mouth now getting attached to your neck, his stubbles tickling your neck, giving it a nice burning sensation. Your hands once again tucking his hair. “I need you.” you whimpered out softly, the neediness glazed over your words and his mouth attacked yours again. “I need you too.” He told you already out of breath from all the pent up energy.
You started to grind against his cock and his chest. Chris moaned out and pushed you softly against the edge, your legs still around him. He put your bikini out of the way and attacked your nipple, in response you already arched your back at the electric feeling. Chris was a dominant man. Everyone could see that and you even noticed in some of his playful flirting towards you but now, he was just as needy for you as you were for him, the need to be close to one another. His lips went from your nipple to your neck again, then to your lips, connecting them again in a hungrily kiss before he peppered the side of your mouth with kisses and your cheek, wanting to kiss every part of your body.
You slid off of him and let your hands roam as well. You slowly went over his abs while he looked at you intently, awaiting your next move. Chris couldn’t wait anymore and attacked your neck, pinning you against the edge and his body. his hands roamed over your neck towards your breast and started to play with your nipples, earning another moan.
Your hands went over his abs towards his cock that was aggressively throbbing against his stomach and swimming trunks. You put your hand in his swimming trunks and your hand found his huge cock immediately. You could hear Chris moan out just by your soft touch in the water. Your thumb went over his tip and he let out another shaky breath. Chris’s hand disappeared in your bikini bottom as well and went over your slit. He could feel how horny you were, his finger already covered by your juices. He groaned at the feeling of his finger being connected into you. You both looked at each other, the neediness and mesmerized visibly in both of your eyes. “I need you in me, I need you closer.” You whimpered out and Chris nodded. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed you. He pulled his swimming trunks more down and put your bottoms to the side of your pussy.
He looked at you, your arms already locked around the back of his neck while you nodded quickly. You felt his cock against your entrance and he carefully pushed forward, looking at every feature on your face for discomfort. You moaned out “It’s okay, keep going Chris.” He nodded and pushed further. Once he was fully in you both moaned at the already somewhat of a release you got from it. Before he moved he looked intently at you again and placed loving kisses on your pillow lips before he started to explore your mouth once again hungerly.
His hips slowly moved forward, immediately hitting your g-spot. You both moaned out loudly and you let your head rest on his shoulder feeling extremely weak to your knees. Chris had his arms tightly locked around you. He picked you up again, your back leaning against the edge for support as well and he pushed his hips even further, his cock completely disappearing into you and filling you up to the brim. You cried out from the pleasure given to you. His lips found your neck once again, sucking it on your sensitive spot and his large hand cupping your breast.
He started to fasten his pace and you heard him groan in your ear. You couldn’t get a sound out of your throat from so much pleasure and felt a pit in your stomach, ready for release. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out. “I’m not stopping, I’m not gonna stop. Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you out of breath and placed a soft kiss on your ear. You started to clench around him and Chris moaned out loudly in response. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” you started to shake around him and Chris pulled you tighter against his body, goosebumps covering your body.
Once you came down from your high, Chris held you cheeks softly in his palms and smiled lovingly before kissing you again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He told you and you felt flustered at the way he looked at you. Like he was looking right into your soul. Chris kissed the tip of your nose and lips again. When your lips connected he started his pace again but you still clenched around him. “I’m not gonna last long sweetheart.” He breathed against your cheek. “It’s okay, cum in me. I wanna feel you.” he growled at your response and picked up his pace again and you felt yourself grow closer once again. “I’m going to cum again.” You breathed out. Chris started to groan and moan loudly in your ear and you held your arms tightly around the back of his neck, keeping him close to your body. You felt warm liquid shoot up in your pussy and you clenched around him, getting into your own orgasm as well.
Chris stayed in you while you both tried to catch your breath. He looked lovingly into your eyes and you couldn’t look away. Your fingers going through his hair once again, slowly moving down to his cheek and this time you cupped his cheek, his stubbles tickling your palm, your thumb softly rubbing up and down.
You both started to chuckle and Chris placed his lips on yours again. You started to clench around him again, still feeling horny for him. I mean, who wouldn’t right? Chris moaned again and you felt him growing hard again inside of you. You moved a little and a whimper escaped his lips while he closed his eyes. “Oh Y/N, you’re addicting.” He told you and lifted your chin so he had access to your neck again.
You moved more up and down and Chris lowered you down, making you look surprised at him. “Let’s get out of the water princess.” He told you with a soft wink and a smile, letting you know he wasn’t just yet done with you.
He held your hand and let the way. You couldn’t help but felt excited for what was to come. Once you got back to the blanket, the only sound hearable was the music and it was as if Spotify knew what was going on and played sensual music. Or maybe everything was sensual for you now. Chris still held your hand and softly pulled you closer. He cupped your cheek and you had to stand on your tippy toes in order to kiss him. He pulled you closer to his body, your breast against his chest and he started to kiss your cheek. He was so extremely gentle and loving that your heart felt like it could burst right now.
He laid you down on the blanket, his body on top of yours, still exploring each other’s mouth. He looked down at your body and let his hands explore every curve of your body. “I can’t wrap my mind around how gorgeous you are.” He told you and that was the moment you thought your heart had burst. You always felt so insecure since you weren’t the most skinniest girl and it could make you insecure sometimes. You felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and softly sniffled while his hands softly went over your skin. Once Chris heard you sniffle, he quickly looked up at you.
Concern gathered on his face. “What’s wrong baby? Have I said something? Did I hurt you?” he asked you worried, his hand resting on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “Do you really mean that?” you asked him and he was a little confused. “do I mean what baby girl?” his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. “What you just had said.” It visibly clicked in his head.
“Yeah of course I mean every word. When I tell you that you are drop dead gorgeous. I mean look at you! I love your curves so much. I don’t think words can express how gorgeous I think you are. But I can show you.” he told you lovingly. “You mesmerize me in every way possible. And I mean it when I tell you, that you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He told you, looking intently in your eyes so you would know that he really meant that. More tears slipped and you chuckled, pulling him up so you could kiss him.
His hands roamed your body again and disappeared into your bottoms again. He groaned into your mouth, making you moan while his finger went over your slit. He slowly pushed his finger inside and started to pump into you, making you moan and held on tightly to his bicep. You let your head fall back and he attacked your neck once again, while he still laid on top of you. Your lips felt sore from so many kisses but it was the good sore, making them more plump than they already were.
Chris pushed himself a little up so he could look at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Chris hanging above you, his necklace dangling above you as well and you clenched around his finger from the sight alone. He smiled at you once he felt you clench. He got his hand out of your bikini and licked his finger which was covered in your juices and still his cum. You whimpered at the sight and how hot it was. Chris grinned at you and kissed between your breast, his hair tickling on your skin and he slowly went down on you before pulling your bikini off.
He caressed your thighs ever so gently and lowered himself completely down. You opened your legs automatically for him and he licked your slit up and you were already shaking from anticipation. His arms held your legs tightly, flexing his bicep around you. His tongue disappeared completely in your pussy and you gasped at the sensation. Your hand found his hair, tucking it for leverage. You started to moan out and his tongue got attached to your clit. You bucked your hips up and Chris placed his hand on your lower belly, keeping you down. He started to suck your clit and went with his finger softly over your slit before entering you and pumped. You saw his bicep flex at the movements he made.
The sight was what made you cum. You tried to suppress a moan and whimpered. “Chris….. I’m going to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “It’s okay baby, you can cum.” He told you and you were already in your orgasm. He pushed and sucked through it until you calmed down but your limbs still kept shaking. You got away from him and sat on your knees, pulling him up as well, surprising Chris a little. You attacked his mouth and you could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan in the kiss.
He held you by your waist, slowly moving down and pulled you tight against his body. You softly guided him to lay down with your hands on his abs. He laid down and it was like a painting. The look in his eyes, his tattoos showing clearly in the moonlight, his hair shining and just him. You softly tucked his trunks down and he got them out completely. You kissed his lips, went to his neck, already making his breath hitch and moan a little. Your lips left a wet trail down over his abs which you licked. Your hand already around his big cock, already twitching in your hand, waiting for release.
You licked his shaft and his head fell down with a groan. His hand on the back of your head. You licked the tip before slowly putting him in. he was huge and already knew that you weren’t able to take him in completely but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try. You gagged around his cock, trying to relax your throat. Chris moaned “you feel so good around me.” you hummed and put him even deeper, saliva dripping down on his cock and your tongue playing with his tip in the meanwhile. Your hand gently caressing his balls and massaged them softly.
Chris pulled you up and looked with the utter most adoration in his eyes. “You’re too good and if you keep doing that, I’ll cum in no second but I need to be inside of you.” he told you, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Please stay on all fours.” He told you and you did what he asked. He moved behind you and you looked behind you towards Chris. Chris placed some saliva in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, even though it wasn’t necessary, it was a picture on its own and god it was hot.
You felt his cock by your entrance and he slowly pushed inside, this time Chris almost got weak to his knees. “God you’re perfect.” He told you making you whimpered from anticipation and praise. He got completely into you and had to pause for a second so he wouldn’t cum right then and there on the spot. He kissed your shoulders softly and slowly started to pound into you. You whimpered and had no strength to hold yourself up by your arms so only your ass was up. Chris’s hand squeezed your cheeks and lowered himself over you, getting your breasts in his hands squeezing them as well.
You heard him panting out above you and you clenched around him, making him fall half on top of you, losing the strength to keep himself up as well. “Oh god, you feel so extreme good.” He praised you and you whimpered out. He got out of you, knowing that, tonight, he didn’t have the strength. “Lay on your back baby.” he told you and you were quick to turn around. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his focus completely on you. His lips on yours in a loving, slow and sensual kiss. He softly entered you again and started to pick up his pace and kissing the sensitive spot in your neck, which was red by now.
You felt another orgasm going to hit you fast and clenched around him. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last.” He told you out of breath. “I can’t help it, you fuck so good, I’m going to cum again.” You whimpered, trying to hold it back and Chris notice. “It’s okay baby. You can cum. You don’t have to hold back, let it go. I’ll cum with you.” he told you and attached his thumb on your clit, helping you to let go.
Chris looked up at you. “You okay baby?” he asked you, his finger softly caressing your features. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m very good.” You chuckled out, making him chuckle as well. Chris looked mesmerized at you. “Let me take you on a proper date. You deserve nothing but the best.” He told you and you felt spoiled, flustered and treated like a queen. “I would love that.” He smiled. “Want to go in the water and wash everything off?” he asked you softly, making you nod.
You let out a loud moan and quickly placed your hand in front of your mouth to muffle it. You went into your orgasm and it was so explosive that only soft whimpers escaped you. Chris hid his face on your shoulder and had an explosive orgasm the same time, his cum shooting in your pussy.
Chris let his head rest on your breast now, trying to get his breathing under control. Your hand went through his hair and your nails softly scraping his head. You felt his cum seep out of you.
He helped you up and you both walked into the water. Chris pulled you against his chest in a warm bear hug. This was definitely the best hug you’ve ever had. His hand was on the back of your head and went slowly towards the back of your neck while his other hand, his fingertips slowly went up and down your spine. Once you were ‘clean’ again you walked back to the blanket and got dressed. Chris laid down and looked at the stars, inviting you to lay against him.
You placed your hand around his chest, his arm around you while your head was on his chest. “I’m getting sleepy.” You told him. “Close your eyes, it’s okay sweetheart.” He told you and you did what he told you, feeling safe and sound. You fell into a deep sleep while Chris went up and down with his fingertips on your back, comforting you.
 You woke up by a splash of very cold water and shot up. You felt Chris shoot up besides you as well and you got the water out of your face to see who had the nerve to wake you from your peaceful sleep. You saw your friend group looking at you with a smirk. Chris had never met your friends yet but apparently he will today. You groaned. “Seriously guys?” you asked them and Chris was a little confused.
“Chris these assholes are my friends.” You told them and chuckled slightly. You introduced everyone and felt that the sun was already very sharp. “What time is it?” you asked them and they gave the both of you two ice coffees. “It’s around 11 in the morning. But what the hell. You guys slept here or something?” Your best friend asked. You and Chris looked at each other shyly. “Ehh yeah. Was too hot in the house.” You told him sheepishly but he knew. He looked between you and Chris and nodded after a while with a smirk. “I guess I’m going to see you more often.” He told Chris who chuckled and nodded. “I hope so.” He told him but looked at you. You smiled back at him. “Yeah you will.” Chris smiled back and it was clear to everyone that you were both madly in love with each other.
The day excited out a lot of swimming with your friends, drinking, relaxing in the sun and playing games along with a whole lot of flirting with Chris and he with you. Stolen kisses when nobody was looking and soft delicate touches for comfort and affection. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing that it was so extremely hot and it was definitely the best summer yet.
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Chapter 22 - Part Two
Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton
Word Count: 3,962
By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
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Warnings: None.
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April 2022
“Hi Nattie.” 
Nat felt as though her stomach was in her throat and she could do nothing more than stare at Chris – her ex-boyfriend – in disbelief. Her phone sat abandoned and ignored in her hand as it buzzed with a notification, watching the man who was no longer hers stand in the opening of the elevator, his hand holding the doors open as his ball cap sat low over his face. 
Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find something to say to him, hesitating for several moments as her brows furrowed even deeper and she pushed her curls back behind her ear nervously. Nat swore then that her eyes were somehow tricking her. There was no way that he actually was standing there, holding the elevator doors open in the lobby of that San Francisco hotel. So many questions started swirling in her mind, not knowing how or why he was here, let alone how he even knew where she was. But even in that moment of pure shock and plain confusion, there was a piece of her heart that knew this felt right, that somehow knew that there was something still holding them together. 
“C-Chris?” She finally asked shakily, pausing to clear her throat and hopefully calm down a bit. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her leggings, then crossed her arms over her chest as she curiously asked, “What are you doing here?” 
“...I wanted to talk to you,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder quickly as a couple entered an elevator on the opposite side of the room. He turned back to look at Nat, raising a single eyebrow and added, “If that’s okay with you.” 
“I’m just um, I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted, blinking her eyes rapidly as she shook her head. She reached up absentmindedly, adjusting the strap of her purse before she paused and asked, “How did you know I was here?” 
A slight grimace appeared on Chris’ face as he shook his head, glancing down at the beat-up sneakers on his feet. “Jamie told me,” he informed her quietly. He paused as the elevator behind them beeped and someone exited it, leaving the room without a second glance to them. Once they were alone again, he explained, “After I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, I asked him if he knew where you were.” 
Nat’s brows furrowed deeply at those words, surprised at the admission. “You went to LA first?” She asked him in disbelief. 
“Yeah, um, Nat, can we talk? Maybe somewhere more private?” He asked, a tight expression on his face as the sound of a large group approached from the lobby. But then he paused, staring at the mirrored wall of the elevator before he clarified, “...Do you want to talk?” 
She hesitated, still reeling from the sudden change in events before she nodded and stepped to the side, telling him, “We can go up to my room.” Her hand hovered over the button for her floor as he removed his hand from the opening and stepped into the small elevator car. 
It felt so weird to have him step into that elevator, leaving space between them while an uncomfortable silence settled over the space. She didn’t have a clue what to say or even how to feel in the moment. As her brain slipped back into memories of the previous weekend, Nat felt a pang in her heart as she thought of all those harsh words and the pain that it had caused. Tears prickled at her eyes as she remembered Chris saying he felt as if he didn’t know her and how easily he had wanted to draw boundaries on what she should be doing in life while he did exactly what he wanted. 
She hadn’t thought their relationship was like that, and wanted to believe that it wasn’t and was just a massive misunderstanding. But when he slammed that door of her apartment, leaving her alone and in silence, she hadn’t thought even then that her phone would go quiet without a single text or call from him which only solidified that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. That was it. They were over almost as quickly as they had started. 
Nat felt like her heart had completely broken in two. She had never felt love like she had with him, feeling fully known, fully celebrated, fully challenged, and fully loved by him in every way but having him leave so easily and holding her job decision over their relationship had caused her trust to be shaken. Nat had spent the last week feeling like this whole relationship truly had been too good to be true. At the end of the day he didn’t want her more than anything. He wanted her only as long as it worked for him. 
The problem was that she still loved him. She still wholeheartedly loved him and didn’t know how she’d get that to stop. Nat was a headstrong person and wasn’t afraid to work hard, but the emotions that she felt so deeply and clearly made it so hard. She had thought this time was different. This time was going to be forever. But all of that had come crashing down with one simple argument. 
But now she wasn’t so sure. 
Seeing him taking her by surprise, standing here while asking her to talk gave her hope. It made her think that maybe he was feeling the same way she was. Maybe he wasn’t willing to give up as easily as he had seemed to. Nat had so many moments this last week that she had picked up her phone, staring at his contact as she thought about just clicking ‘Call’, but each time, that hurt and fear seemed to creep back up and resulted in her clicking her phone off. It seemed so hopeless and as if there wasn’t a point, but seeing Chris who had flown across the country – and evidently, the state too – just to talk to her made her realize that it wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed even just a half an hour earlier. She’d been struggling to reconcile what their reality had quickly become, but now, face-to-face with the man who had admittedly hurt her so so badly, she felt her arguments and defenses weaken. 
She got pulled back to reality when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nat tucked her curls behind an ear as she stepped out into the hallway and saw Chris out of the corner of her eye lift his hand, instinctively reaching out to rest his hand on her back as he followed behind her, just as he’d done so many times before, but then saw him drop it just as quickly when the reality of the situation dawned on him. Just that one simple action was enough to make her want to cry, hating the chasm that seemed to be between them. 
They were never like this before, having been drawn to each other since the very first day they met, over a year ago. Even though their relationship hadn’t started until the previous May, he’d quickly become her closest companion before then. They were always affectionate, nearly always touching when they were around one another, and to see him hesitate to touch her for the first time ever… it hurt. It hurt almost more than the sound of him slamming her door did the week before. 
Right then, Nat knew in her heart that although there were a lot of things that still were left unsaid and needed to be dealt with, she knew that she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted him. She wanted to be with Chris and she was willing to work through the struggles that came with it because to her, he was worth it. As she pulled out her key to hold it up to the door, she felt emotions weighing down her chest, touched as she thought of him getting on a plane in what had to be the middle of the night to try to track her down. He had gone to so much effort just to talk to her, without any guarantees of a positive outcome, and the realization of that had tears forming in her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to hold back any of her feelings once the door was closed. 
Now it was Nat’s turn to surprise Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against his and pressing her lips against his. It didn’t take him more than a second to react, his hands coming to press against her back, holding her even tighter against him as he kissed her back just as passionately. Nat knew they needed to talk and work through this all, but she just couldn’t have gone one more second without him knowing that his effort to come track her down hadn’t gone unwanted and that through all of this, that she still truly, deeply, loved him. It was still there, she always knew that by how much pain she’d been in for the last week. But to know that what they shared between them was still there, still beating strong in both of them, unaffected by what had been fractured, gave them both something to continue fighting for. 
When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they each finally pulled their lips away from one another but their arms stayed holding onto one another. They just stood there for a long moment before he brought a hand up to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, giving him a better view of her face as he looked down at her with so many emotions in his blue eyes. 
“I love you, Nattie,” he told her, his voice low and wavering before he took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration then admitting, “I was so stupid. So fucking stupid and I’m so sorry.” 
The tears that had been threatening to fall since the second they saw each other finally spilled down her cheeks openly as her body shook with the weight of the words. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her and holding Nat up as she buried her face in his chest. She let the emotions finally leave her system as he pressed kisses to her hair, quietly holding her until she finally took a deeper breath, gathering herself as she moved her face away from his now tear-stained tee shirt.
“I love you too,” Nat’s voice cracked as tears still cascaded down her cheeks while looking up into his arched eyes as she honestly spoke, “I’m sorry too Chris, I overreacted and I’m sorry and I just…I really really love you.” 
When her words dissolved into more tears, Chris just pulled her right back against him, her head laying against his chest while he rubbed her back and comforted her with, “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, baby.” 
She felt his hand moving up and down over her back, the action soothing her as he tucked her head under his chin. Her ear was pressed against his chest, next to the spot where she knew his tattoo for Dodger was, but as she nearly clung to him, she recognized the sound of Chris’ heart racing below her ear. The rapid thumping of his heart echoing in her ear reminded her that it wasn’t just herself that was relieved, put back together from being broken. It was about the two of them coming back together as one whole unit instead of two fractured halves, something she hadn’t thought was possible before stepping onto that elevator today. 
Breaking the silence, she felt his low voice rumble in his chest as Chris spoke, “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, but I just want you to know that I adore you Nattie. I was such a fucking idiot and I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry and I love you so much.” 
“I just can’t believe you’re here,” Nat shook her head while she ran a hand over his chest that was covered in a soft tee shirt, almost wanting to remind herself that he truly was here. She brought her eyes up to meet his, still in disbelief as she asked, “You really flew all over just to find me?” 
“If I wasn’t so stupid I would have done it a helluva lot sooner,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly amused as he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head. 
“I still can’t believe you came here for me,” she whispered. She’d never be able to reconcile that – that he believed so strongly in even trying to fix this mess that he’d fly all over just to try to find her, with absolutely no idea if it’d even work. 
But here they were. And she was so so so glad he tried. 
“I love you Nat, and I just couldn’t give up on us,” he whispered to her, a soft smile on his bearded face as he stared down into her eyes.
She was completely out of words, unsure how to even say how she was feeling and instead just pulled herself back against his chest, hugging him tightly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he held her right back just as securely, both feeling like everything was finally going to be alright. 
They shared another long kiss, relishing once again in the feeling of being back in each other’s arms before they made their way over to the small couch, Nat leading Chris as she held his hand. She paused right as they came to a stop in front of the couch, dropping his hand to unceremoniously move the various clothes and her bag that she’d shoved onto the couch the night before, only so she could sleep in the messy bed behind them. Once the couch was clear of her things, she curled up next to him, bending her legs to let them rest in his lap, his hand dropping to rub along her thigh as they relaxed in one another’s presence. 
“How’s Dodge?” 
“Did you really just ask how Dodger was?” Chris asked, his nose scrunching as he laughed in disbelief. His voice was light and amused as he pointed out, “I flew across the country and the first real question you’re going to ask me is about Dodger?” 
She simply shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading across her lips as his hand kept moving over her legs absentmindedly. “Well he’s clearly the best part of being close to you,” she joked. 
His voice was low as he pulled her impossibly closer to him with the arm that rested over her shoulders, admitting more to himself than to her, “God, I fuckin’ missed you Nattie.” 
Reaching out to rest her hand on his chest, fingers brushing against his necklace as she admitted, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.” 
“I felt that too which is why I just couldn’t stand it anymore,” Chris spoke truthfully, fingers curling and uncurling against her leg, just happy to feel her underneath his touch once again. 
There still was an elephant in the room though, one that couldn’t and shouldn’t be avoided and they both knew it. Although they both would have loved to just stay in that happy and relieved moment, Nat spoke what they both knew to be true and said, “I think you are right though, I think we need to talk about…everything.” 
“Do you want to talk now or do you want to go get something to eat first or just have a break for a while?” He asked her, his voice small as his fingers tapped on her leg softly. 
She pursed her lips as she thought. She was hungry, that was undeniable, and her goal earlier had been to go find some food before she ran into Chris. But putting off this conversation would do them no good, especially if she knew Chris was only a few floors away, pacing in his own room before they talked it out fully. “I think I’d rather talk now,” she began slowly, pausing to sigh as she shook her head and confessed, “I just don’t even know where we went wrong, Chris. I feel like everything just blew up suddenly.” 
He took a deep, steadying breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he nodded his head. “It did, but I think where we both went wrong was walking away instead of just tabling things until we were more clear headed,” he pointed out.
“I know you’re right,” she agreed with a whisper. It was easy now to point out the faults in everything, seeing things clearly once the dust had settled. But they had to do some work before things got to an okay place. As his hand sat on her shin, she pushed the rising anxiety back down inside her and mustered up the courage to tell him, “I know I overreacted and I’m sorry for that. I know I can get all spun up and too emotional about things but I just felt really… alone. I felt like you weren’t listening to me at all.” 
A small sigh escaped Chris at those words, and she knew that seeing the other’s view for the first time wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but it was certainly necessary. “Nattie, I want you to know that I really was trying to look out for you. I really was just trying to make sure you were doing what you want, but when you told me that you wanted to do it, I should have supported you and I didn't. And I'm sorry for that.” He simply apologized, his thumb moving in a small path over her leg as he spoke. 
“I know you were Chris and I’m sorry I didn’t really give you any room to voice your concerns. If I ask for your opinion, I need to be ready to listen and I wasn’t,” she apologized. She recognized her own faults in the argument, she had since the second he stepped out of that apartment in a fury. But the fault laid on both of them, and she needed him to admit that.
He nodded slowly, fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her leg as he said, “I just didn't think that this job was something that you wanted to do and I think it surprised me and I didn’t really understand why… although I still don’t.” 
Nat nodded, knowing she hadn’t been able to give him the full reasoning behind this move. She ignored the way her heart was racing with adrenaline, anxiety, and nerves, and instead explained, “I really thought that this job would be the answer to so many things. I thought it would give me better hours for us to be together, I’d have more flexibility to go home and see my family, and I’d be putting so many years of hard work to use and having a great career in art.” 
Judging by the tender look that had crossed his face, she knew that the vulnerability in her voice must have been evident and he shook his head softly for a moment before his eyes came to look right into hers, “I’m sorry that I didn’t support you and I promise that I’m completely on board for what you want, Nat.” 
“It’s not an excuse but I think I’m just a little extra sensitive because of Shane. He expected me to just drop my career for him and I was feeling like you were willing to go film and sign onto new projects but didn’t want me to keep moving up,” she tried to explain. Nat wanted him to see how what he had been asking her to do was something he wasn��t doing himself. “It wasn’t fair to project that onto you though. I let my emotions rule me rather than relying on what I knew was true about our relationship.” 
“I’m not going to lie Nat, that really did hurt me that you felt like I was just trying to control you and not that I had your best interests at heart,” Chris’ voice was soft, his hand lifting up in the air as he thought of what he was trying to say before it fell back down to rest on her knee, “I want you to be able to trust me.” 
“I do, Chris, and I’m sorry. I really am,” she honestly apologized, dipping her head to the side to catch his eye. “I think what wasn’t okay was that you wanted everything to revolve around your schedule and not taking mine into account. You signed onto new projects and wanted me to come see you but then complained when I’d have to work longer because of taking time off to see you.” 
There was something in his voice that was almost unrecognizable that she didn’t understand was fear until he told her, “I was just worried about you working so hard.” 
“Something to keep in mind though is that you have an irregular job,” Nat wanted to be sensitive to his feelings but also wanted him to be able to recognize how wildly different his life was from most peoples. “You work hard, but you don’t go to work every day and never have and most of the people you’ve dated had a similar schedule. I think some of it you just don’t realize what having a more regular career is like.” 
He blinked a few times as he stared at Nat, a perturbed look settling over him as he admitted, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.” 
“I feel like you were only looking at it through your point of view,” Nat pointed out to Chris, starting to touch on the root of the issue on his end. 
“Nattie, I really wasn’t trying to be selfish. I just didn’t think that this job was a good fit for you,” he still wasn’t changing his mind on his reasoning but went on to explain, “But what I realized is I don’t think we have to agree. I care more about us being together than all the other shit.”
“I feel that way too,” Nat couldn’t help but reach out to rest her hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb stroking softly as she told him, “I love you so much.” 
At first Chris didn’t verbally respond, but the tenderness in his blue eyes said everything he needed to. His hands came to rest along the sides of her waist, leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, “I love you,” before crashing their lips together. 
Nat melted into the kiss, moving to lay back against the couch as Chris followed her down and kept kissing her and moving against her until they both were seeing stars. She realized just how true Chris’ words were, how they truly didn’t need to agree or always see eye to eye, but what they did need was to be together.
Everything felt like a blissful blur as they peeled each other out of their clothes and let their hands start to explore warm skin and hear soft sighs. Nat swore it didn’t even matter what he was doing, but just feeling him again was pure heaven as she was reminded that they belonged to one another. They needed one another more than they even knew and Nat knew now, in her heart, that they’d always have each other, no matter what. 
A/N: Our asks are always open!
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Perceiving You-Chapter 1
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Pairing: Chris Evans/Reader
Word Count: 2,866
Warning: None
Summary: In high school you had always been overlooked and labeled an Outcast. That didn't stop you from being hyperaware of the Popular Jock Chris Evans and secretly harboring a crush on him, while you navigated high school with your best friends Crystal and Pete. Seventeen years later, you have to wonder is it a coincidence that Pete, Crystal, and Chris all show up in your life again around the exact same time? You're older, wiser, and definitely more stubborn nowadays, so is it just another twist of fate when you suddenly start getting mysterious and threatening letters in the mail, or will your headstrong nature push away the Hollywood heartthrob that is back in your life and finally noticing you.
Author’s Note: I just wanted to point out there will be no use of y/n in this fic, but the reader's last name is Smith. Also this hasn't been edited by a beta, so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! Reblog/like if you enjoyed. Thanks! AO3  Prologue
Credits: divider @firefly-graphics
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July 2018
Present Day
It was a testament to how much you still loved your job that you went in a couple weeks early to get your office and lesson plans ready for the start of the semester. Most professors tried to squeeze every last ounce out of their summer break, but the nerdy little girl inside of you still got excited for the first day of school, even now that you were teaching. You were done printing out the syllabi for your British Literature class, so you decided to call it a day and started packing up. Once you finished tidying your cozy, corner office in the English department at Boston University, you locked your door and headed toward the main atrium. The hallways were mostly empty, but every now and again you would see a faculty member walking by, and you would nod or say hello as they passed. As you turned the final corner leading to the main atrium, you almost slammed into a tall, burly man, but caught yourself before you made impact.
“Excuse me!”
“Sorry!”
You both spoke at the same time. It was then you got a look at the man and his companion.
“Professor Smith! How good to see you!” You looked at the short, elderly man who had spoken to your left with recognition and smiled. Roger Adelson was the faculty on-border, who dealt with new hires. It seemed like yesterday he was showing you to the office you had just left, and where the restrooms were, when in actuality it was seven years ago you had started at Boston U. You’re snapped out of your recollection by your first name being called by the burly man you almost ran over. Your eyes slide from Roger to Pete. Peter Schlozinger! Your high school best friend, who you hadn’t seen in years. Your mouth drops. Pete is giving you a blinding smile, and the only thing you can do is reach out for a hug he returns. As you pull away you fully take him in. Pete has changed A LOT since high school. The once plump, nerdy boy you knew had grown into himself, still keeping his tall, bulky frame, but losing some of his baby fat. The patchy facial hair he tried to grow is now a full, dark, ducktail beard. His brown hair that he never knew how to style in high school, is closely cropped on the sides and back, longer on top, neatly parted on one side and swooped to the other, and the circular glasses he always sported are gone, freeing up his brown eyes. He was wearing a long sleeve, button down shirt with fitted dark blue dress pants, and brown dress shoes that matched his belt, and you noted that his style of frumpy t-shirts and ill-fitting jeans had changed as well.
“Pete, what are you doing here? Do you work here?” You ask, astonished you were speaking with your best friend from so many years ago.
“Yeah! I was hired about a week ago, and Roger, here, was showing me around,” He answers, nodding, before he looks over at Roger.
“You two know each other?” Roger asks, looking between Pete and you.
“Yeah, we were best friends in high school,” You supply, wondering where the time has gone. Roger smiles.
“Well, we were on the last leg of the tour, just showing Peter some of the other departments. But I’m sure you guys would like a chance to catch up! Peter, if you have any questions, you know how to get a hold of me. Professor Smith, lovely seeing you dear! Have a great time catching up!” Rogers states to you both before he’s shaking first Pete’s hand, then yours, and he’s off down the atrium stairs leaving you and Pete alone for the first time in seventeen years.
17 years?! No wonder Pete’s look has changed! At least he looked better since high school, you felt so self-conscious wearing your favorite boyfriend jeans, a faded RHCP t-shirt, and worn brown Birkenstocks, thrown together last minute before you left your condo.
You and Pete turn to each other in silence and smile. “Do you want to go to my office to chat?” You offer while pointing over your shoulder. Pete bobs his head in agreement, and waits for you to lead him.
“So, how are you? You’re a professor here, obviously!” He pointed out as the two of you walked towards your office. You chuckle and nod.
“Yes, I teach English and British Lit.”
“Wow! Very classy, and totally you!” He remarks with a smile.
“What does that mean!? Does that mean I’m predictable? Or just boring?” You ask, pretending to be offended as you lightly shove him in the arm. He chortles as he takes the hit. It feels nice to be able to joke around with each other again, as if you picked up your friendship where you left off years ago.
“It means ‘smartest person at our school’,” He purposely looked at you. “You were always reading Shakespeare, so it makes sense that you would get into academics, specifically British Literature,” Pete says with a raised eyebrow. You reach the door of your office, and as you go to unlock it and push it open you reply, “Yeah, you’re right, it does make sense,” You smile at him from the open doorway. “But I wasn’t officially the smartest, Kevin Edelman got Valedictorian, and I only got Salutatorian!” You remarked while Pete walked past you into your office.
“Yeah, I remember. Only ‘cause you talked about it nonstop leading up to graduation.”
“That’s because he stole the title from me! He took Pottery and got one more A than me,” You mumble. Pete holds back a laugh, and takes a seat in one of the chairs you gesture towards that is placed in front of your desk. You sit down in the chair next to him, smile at him, and say, “I can’t believe it's been seventeen years since high school!”
“I can! My back and joints remind me of it daily– ‘Pete you’re not a teenager anymore!’”
You burst out laughing alongside Pete.
You’ve missed him. And his humor.
“So…tell me about your life! I want to know EVERYTHING!” You begin with an enthusiastic look in your eyes.
“There’s a lot to cover in seventeen years…” Pete shakes his head with a soft smile and a shrug.
“Okay, tell me when you moved back to Boston. Last time we talked, you were in college in California,” You ask.
You can still remember the tight three-way hug Crystal, Pete, and you shared on Pete’s driveway the summer before freshman year, with the fierce August sun beating down as you tried and failed to hold back tears for your friend. Your hug was interrupted by Pete’s dad softly telling you guys he had to go in order to make his flight to California. Crystal ended up clinging to you while Pete ambled to his dad’s packed car with watery eyes behind his glasses. You and Crystal had promised to call him all the time, but what had started out with daily calls, once he was settled at University of California - Berkeley, eventually fizzled into monthly calls and slowly stopped altogether. The truth was that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Life just got in the way. Between going to classes in Boston at the University of Massachusetts, studying, and trying to have a social life, you were stretched thin, and keeping up with your friend, Pete, on the opposite side of the country just fell off your list of priorities. Something that you still feel guilty about. It was hard enough staying close to Crystal, and the two shared a dorm room your freshman year.
Maybe that’s where things went wrong. After you were accepted to UMass Boston with a full academic scholarship, she applied and was accepted as well, and you both decided and were so excited to share a dorm room your freshman year. You made a few friends those first few months in your Gen Ed classes (a change from your Outcast status in high school), and you thought Crystal would embrace the social atmosphere of college too, but all she wanted to do was hang out just the two of you. You couldn’t blame her for wanting some familiarity by being with you. She was missing Pete, your old lopsided lunch table, and the comfort of your close knit group—but you thought college was fun—the parties, cute boys, and the challenging classes.
You’re a nerd who loves to study, what of it?!
But she didn’t really try to embrace college. You would take her with you to parties, or have her meet a few of your friends, and she would always be rude or cold to everyone, or sometimes not even show up at all. When you confronted her about her attitude she argued that you had forced her to do those things, so you decided to give her some space. She was always the same sarcastic, but lovable Crystal whenever you spent time with her one-on-one. Maybe she just needed more time to get used to college and everything that came along with it.
The final straw came right before Winter Break. Everyone was studying, or cramming, for finals week and you were planning to study with Lilly and Poppy, twins who were in two of your classes, who you had befriended. Crystal had voiced her dislike of the twins, which you didn’t understand, so when you hung out with them you did it away from your dorm, and didn’t invite Crystal after she declined every time. So that Monday afternoon, you were stopping by your dorm to grab a textbook and sweatshirt before joining Lilly and Poppy to finish studying for your test the next day. You had just stepped into your darkened room and flipped on the light when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a shape move on the bed to your right. Crystal's bed. You were startled, and dropped your keys as you looked over to see Crystal's unkempt brown hair pop up over her blankets, and her face appeared blinking. She slowly sat up. “‘S that?” She slurred. That is when you noticed clutched in her hand not folding down the blanket was a bottle of vodka. “Crystal?” You asked moving closer to her. She blinked some more, and must have fully awoken after hearing her name, although her eyes were definitely cloudy. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class right now?” You asked as you looked at the clock on your desk. 2:28pm. She shook her head, and started to turn and lay back down. “Crystal!” You stepped closer to her bed and reached for the blankets, now noticing the stench of body odor and alcohol. Her side of the room was littered with empty whiskey and vodka bottles, abandoned food wrappers, and empty Coke cans used as ashtrays. 
 How long has she been like this? Why haven’t I noticed until now? 
Guilt hits you like a punch in the gut. Pete wasn’t around, and you were all Crystal had. She hadn’t made many, if any, friends since school started, and now she was missing classes too. Had you been so consumed with your new friends and classes that you missed seeing your best friend suffering? “Jusss leave me. You don’t even care!” She shouted at you while she turned over. You stayed and cleaned up the room that day, but never got a chance to talk to Crystal about what had happened. She avoided you the rest of the week, and you later found out she never went to her classes or took her finals. Crystal dropped out of UMass, never returned for Spring Semester, or returned your calls or messages.
You explain a slightly edited version of this to Pete when he asks you if you’re still in touch with Crystal, leaving out your guilty conscience for feeling like you drove her to drop out. Pete asks about your life after college, and again you keep it brief and light, telling him you went to Oxford and are a Doctor of Philosophy in English, and that you loved living in London so much you stayed on as a research assistant for a few more years. You don’t go into the specifics with him about how your boyfriend of three years at the time Liam had just gotten hired at the University of London, and did not want to “jeopardize his career” by moving to the United States. Which left you with the choice of staying in London with him, an easy pick, or moving back and starting your career, the daunting decision. You chose Liam and London….and Liam chose to cheat. That made your choice considerably easier. You moved back to Boston. At first you worked part time at a local Community College and part time at Boston University for a couple of years, before the University hired you on full time five years ago.
You and Pete spend the next hour catching up, and it feels like no time has been lost between the two of you. He details how life was in California, and how he loved studying Computer Engineering, but after getting a Master’s and working a few years with his company he missed New England and decided to come home.
“And then one day about a year and a half ago, I was teaching a seminar for my company and really fell in love with teaching! So Shanna, my girlfriend, told me if I really loved teaching I should do it! So I put in my notice, started applying for professor positions, and I’ve been working as a Computer Science professor at Bunker Hill Community College for the past year,” He finishes.
“No way! I started at Bunker Hill!” You exclaim. He smiles, and the world seems so much smaller.
“I am still part time there, and actually only part time here at Boston U, since I don’t have that much experience. Or a doctorate,” He gives you the side eye with a laugh. You roll your eyes with a laugh.
“So tell me about Shanna. You have a girlfriend?!” You didn’t mean to sound so shocked, but you were still trying to reconcile the version of Pete in front of you–stylish, well groomed, a professor—with the boy you knew—so anxious around his crush he fumbled his drink and spilled it on her. 
The visual of Vanessa Graham running away covered in Red Slushie will always bring a smile to your face.
“Yeah, she’s great! We actually met at a seminar I was doing at her work. You would like her!” His brown eyes go soft the second he starts talking about her, and of all the changes you noticed about Pete, this is the most surprising and the best. You found your protectiveness over your best friend hasn’t wavered even though you just reunited. If a woman like Shanna can have Pete singing her praises she must be special. You would also like to give her some props for helping to get Pete into an article of clothing other than a T-shirt!
“Well I already do if she's inspiring you to pursue your passion! I need to meet the woman who has caught my best friend's heart.” His smile is wide, and his eyes crinkle at the corner as he makes plans to have you join him and Shanna that weekend for lunch.
As you walk out to your car, after exchanging numbers in order to confirm a time and place for Saturday's lunch, you feel what can only be described as a ‘lightness’ in your being you haven’t felt in a long time. The feeling carries you through the rest of the week, into a cute, yet funky restaurant–The Friendly Toast–where you meet up with Pete and are introduced to Shanna. She’s lovely. Shorter than Pete, with soft wavy brown hair and clear blue eyes that are set in her heart shaped face. Shanna is so sweet throughout the lunch as you get to know each other, and the ‘lightness’ and joy of having your best friend back in your life increases because now it feels like you’ve gained another friend! Towards the end of your meal, when you were asking Shanna about her family, Pete interrupts and casually says “Guess who Shanna is related to? Chris Evans.” You freeze with your fork halfway to your mouth. Pete continues on. “You remember him, right?” Shanna must already know we went to high school with her brother since she continues eating her meal, unfazed. Or she thinks you know him now that he’s a movie star. She doesn’t know how you feel about him. Used to feel about him. Right?!
You look up from your plate, Pete and Shanna are looking at you expectantly. The ‘lightness’ is gone, and your food feels like lead in your stomach.
“Yeah.” You exhale. Your best friend was dating Chris Evans’ sister. It really is a small world after all.
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Grounded (Chapter 1)
A Chris Evans x OFC Series
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Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Tianna Dawes)
Words: 4.2K
Warnings: fluff, angst, eventual smut, swearing
Summary: Australian sports doctor Tianna Dawes travels to Boston for a work conference only to have her flight home canceled. To make things worse it’s Thanksgiving week in the US, and now she’s got nothing to do except pass the time in her hotel room. That is, until she’s invited to spend Thanksgiving dinner with a gorgeous stranger and his family, a gorgeous stranger, who happens to be Chris Evans. 
A/N: I’m back from my hiatus with my first fic in a long time, my first Chris Evans fic that’s not a one shot or mini series! All likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated, I hope you all enjoy my fic. If you’d like to join the tag list, please let me know.
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CHAPTER ONE
“You can’t be serious. Please tell me you’re joking”.
“I’m sorry Ms Dawes, all flights out of Boston are canceled. The snow storm has made flying out impossible, and unfortunately the forecast is showing no signs of the storm ending in the next few days”.
Tianna looks back at the administration woman behind the flight desk, still not quite believing what she was hearing. No flights at all? What was she going to do? She couldn’t just stay in Boston for a week. What about work? Ben? Harvey?
“We’ve arranged alternative accommodation for you at the Mariott Downtown, and we’ll contact you as soon as we have confirmation that flights are running again”.
Tianna lets out a heavy breath, reaching up to run her fingers through her hair. For fuck’s sake. The woman - whose name was Rebecca, according to the white enamel name tag sitting on the lapel of her navy blue blazer, offers her a small, sympathetic smile and hands her a small stack of papers that were apparently her accommodation details for her now unexpectedly extended work trip.
Tianna offers the best smile she can muster in return, resisting the urge to slump dramatically at the desk, taking the papers and picking up her carry-on bags. What the hell was she going to do now? Standing in the middle of the first class lounge, Tianna looks down at her watch before digging out her phone from her handbag, deciding to call Ben, her fiance. Given the time difference she knew it would be very early back home, but if she was lucky he’d be on early shift and just be getting out of bed.
The line continues to ring and Tianna starts to lose hope, letting out a breath when she hears Ben’s groggy morning voice in her ear.
“Hey baby”.
“Hey babe. Sorry to wake you. Got some bad news” Tianna says, looking over at the people lining up at Rebecca’s desk. Each new face that turned around looked increasingly more irritated than the last, the woman at the front of the line looking like she was three seconds away from bursting into tears. 
“Bad news? What’s wrong?” Ben says, his voice still thick with sleep.
“My flight’s been canceled. Bad weather, a snow storm apparently. There’s no flights out for the next five days at least, and they’re not even sure about that”.
“What are you going to do?”
“They’ve booked accommodation for me at a hotel in the city, but until then I just have to wait. I don’t know what else I can do” Tianna replies, resisting the urge to chew on her manicured thumb nail.
“You know that means you’ll be there for Thanksgiving babe” Ben says matter-of-factly, and Tianna can’t help the groan that falls from her throat. All of a sudden she feels like she’s on the verge of frustrated tears herself.
Thanksgiving week, in a snowed-in unfamiliar city, on the other side of the world, by herself. It was almost like spending Christmas by herself. God. 
“It won’t be that bad Tee. You’ve always wanted to go to see Boston, now you can see the sights and everything at least?”.
Tianna smiled. Ben always had a way of seeing the positive in all situations. Nothing really phased him, he was easygoing and relaxed at all times - no matter what was happening. 
“I’ll miss you” Tianna says softly, looking around the lounge and watching the people with their bags rushing through in a way that people only ever did in an airport.
“I’ll miss you too babe” Ben says and she swears she can hear him smile, “Anyway, since I’m up now, I’m gonna hit the gym before work. I’ll talk to you later okay?”.
Tianna nods even though he can’t see her.
“Okay. I love you. Give Harvey a kiss for me” she replies, referring to their floppy Golden Retriever son.
“I will. Love you too Tee”.
The line goes dead and Tianna looks down at her phone screen, smiling nostalgically at her phone screen. It’s a picture of Ben and Harvey at the beach from a road trip they’d taken up to Port Douglas in far North Queensland, Australia.
Tianna lets out a heavy breath, looking around the bustling airport. 
Fuck. 
She needed a drink ASAP.
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Chris Evans exits the first class lounge bathroom, walking out into the lounge and pausing momentarily when his phone starts vibrating in his back pocket. He glances down at the screen to see that it’s his brother Scott, sliding his finger over the phone and answering the call. 
“Hey bro” Chris answers, looking around the lounge as he does so. He spies a woman at the check-in desk looking incredibly stressed and deduces that it must be due to the weather - he’d heard about the snow storms upon landing and knew that the airport would soon be turning to madness as a result.
“Hey hey! Just letting you know I’m on my way to get you” Scott says, his voice echoing through the bluetooth car speaker, “The roads are kinda fucked, but I’m about 40 minutes or so away”.
“You’re coming to get me? I can get a cab Scott it’s fine” Chris questions, his eyes still on the woman who’d since moved away from the desk and was now astounding in the middle of the lounge looking even more exasperated than before.
“Don’t be silly, I’m already on my way. Besides, ma needed me to get a few things from the market so I thought I’d do it at the same time”.
“Alright, alright. Just message me when you’re here” Chris muses, glancing down at his watch and trying to decide what he’s going to do to pass forty minutes.
“See you soon”.
The line goes dead and Chris shoves his phone back into his pocket, readjusting his bag on his shoulder. He reaches up to tap his favourite NASA hat on his head as if to reassure himself that it’s still there, suddenly hoping that the snow storm would preoccupy people enough not to notice him. The last thing he wanted right now was to be noticed by a throng of fans - not on his favourite holiday week of the year. He’d been working non stop this year, projects here, there and everywhere, and he’d been looking forward to Thanksgiving week for months. All he wanted was to get home and see his family, and spend the next few days with them eating, drinking and doing all the other fun things they did every year together. 
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Chris lets out a breath and looks around again, deciding to find the quietest bar in the airport and get himself a drink.
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Tianna rests her elbows on the slightly sticky wooden bar, putting her face in her hands and closing her eyes. She still can’t believe this has happened, that she’s stuck in Boston for an undefined amount of time, on Thanksgiving week no less. It was just her luck. The one week in the USA that rivaled Christmas time, that everyone spent with family, friends and loved ones. Here she was though, quite literally, on the other side of the planet, with no family, friends or loved ones to spend said week with. She was pretty sure that almost everything closed down for the holidays too, so it would literally be a week of sitting in her hotel room with very little to do. God. So much for a quick work trip.
“What can I get ya love?”.
Tianna looks up from her hands at the sound of the thick Irish accent, her eyes landing on the bartender now standing in front of her. He couldn’t have been much younger than her, unruly dark locks pulled back into a messy bun at the crown on his head, warm brown eyes and a well groomed mustache.
Tianna sighs, resting her cheek in one hand. “Uh-something…something strong?”.
The bartender chuckles, the sound teasing a smile from Tianna that she couldn’t help.
“That kind of day hmm? Don’t worry love, I’ve got ya” he replies tapping the bar in front of her, offering her a kind smile before walking away to make her drink.
Movement in her peripheral vision makes Tianna turn her head for a moment, noting a man walking into the otherwise quiet Irish bar. She’d picked this bar because it was quiet, wanting a less busy place away from couples and groups of people that wouldn’t make her feel so sorry for herself due to the fact that she was stranded and spending Thanksgiving alone.
She hears the bartender ask the newcomer what he’d like, listening as the stranger replies saying a bud light, hearing the scrape of the bar stool along the floor as he sits down a few seats away from her. Tianna looks across the bar and spies her reflection in the mirror, grimacing at the exhausted look on her face. Jesus. Was it just the terrible bar lighting or did she really look that shit?
“Here ya go love” the bartender replies, appearing once again this time with a whiskey tumbler in hand, “One strong drink”.
He slides the amber-liquid filled glass across the bar, the ice clinking against the glass as he does so. Tianna looks at the drink curiously, spying a floating slice of orange, the strong scent of bourbon and subtle citrus suddenly filling her nose.
She picks up the glass and sips it gently, the strong yet surprisingly smooth flavour of the bourbon sliding down her throat. It was not a drink she’d ever order for herself, but it was exactly what she needed right now.
“You’re very good” Tianna says looking back at the bartender who was watching her expectantly, the smile on his face growing into a grin.
He chuckles, the sound loud and throaty and making Tianna smile again.
“So love, why the strong drink?” he asks as he picks up a glass behind him and begins polishing it with the dish towel from his shoulder, “You’re obviously not from here”.
Tianna laughs and shakes her head, taking another sip of her drink. “Is it that obvious?”
The bartender only shrugs, flashing her an innocent smile.
“I’m from Sydney. I was in Boston for a work conference, which was absolutely incredible by the way. I’ve also never been to Boston before, and have always wanted to come here” Tianna explains, tapping her manicured nails against her glass, “I was actually really hoping to see a baseball game or at least get to Fenway Park but I know it’s not the right time of the year for it".
The bartender nods, picking up another glass.
“Anyway, I was supposed to fly back home today, but there’s a major snow storm and all flights are grounded at least until the end of the week. They didn’t exactly say when they’ll be starting up again either. Until then I’m going to be in a hotel, probably doing more of this” Tianna explains, holding up the glass for emphasis.
“On Thanksgiving week too” the bartender adds, and Tianna nods, still holding up her glass.
“I know. And I didn’t even realize because we don’t celebrate it in Australia. What a week to be stuck here huh?”.
The bartender smiles. “Well most people do alotta drinkin’ over Thanksgiving week so I think you’ll be fine with your plans there, love”.
They both laugh and Tianna takes another sip of her drink, the bartender smiling before walking away.
“You know, Boston under snow is an incredible sight. Being stuck here might not be as bad as you think”.
Tianna raises an eyebrow and looks over at where the voice came from, realizing that it’s the man that walked in earlier. He nods, his lips parting in a soft smile.
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“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, I just couldn’t help but overhear”.
Tianna returns his smile, suddenly aware of the very handsome stranger sitting a few seats away from her. God, it should be illegal to have a smile like that. 
“Well then, here’s hoping my hotel room has a good view then” she replies, holding her drink up as if to clink it against his in a cheers.
The stranger smiles and holds up his own beer, clinking it in the air before taking a drink. 
“Do you get much snow in Australia?”.
Tianna shakes her head no. 
“I mean there’s a few mountains with snow fields, but certainly nothing like what you guys have here” she replies, tapping her glass again, “They’re really only used for snow sports”.
“Can you ski or board?”
Tianna smiles. “I can actually, and I’m a pretty good skier if I do say so myself”.
The stranger chuckles and Tianna sees him look at her for a moment, feeling her cheeks heat under his gaze. She reaches up to pull her hair over her shoulder, taking a sip of her drink and looking back at him from beneath her lashes. She pauses for a moment, swallowing slowly, suddenly feeling a pang of familiarity about him that she can’t quite place. Had she met him somewhere before?
He was certainly handsome, there was no doubt about that, especially his smile. Jesus, that smile. He had chestnut brown hair that was peeking out from beneath his navy blue NASA hat, and a dark, well groomed beard that nestled his full, thick lips. He was wearing a dark gray long sleeve sweater that did nothing to hide what was clearly very muscled arms, his chest equally thick and muscled. Handsome, was an understatement to say the least. 
Tianna forces herself to tear her eyes away, picking up her glass and taking another sip.
“I’m Chris” the stranger says suddenly, Tianna looking back over at him in time to see him moving to sit closer to her, his hand extended across the one bar stool space he’d left between them. 
Tianna smiles, tilting her head, her brain all of a sudden answering her earlier question of why he looked so familiar. 
Oh my god.
“Tianna” she replies after a beat, blinking quickly, “Are you---?”.
Chris’ smile falters for a quick moment - something Tianna definitely notices, watching as he answers her question with an almost self-conscious nod.
Tianna raises her eyebrows, shaking her head in surprise. 
“Well, Boston under snow and meeting Captain America. I guess it’s not all that bad is it?” she muses with a small chuckle, tilting her head when Chris laughs at her.
“Do you know where you’re staying at least?” Chris asks, taking a sip from his beer bottle and looking back over at her.
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Tianna frowns and turns to dig out the paperwork she’d been given earlier, skimming through until she found the hotel name. 
“Uh, the Mariott Downtown apparently” Tianna replies, looking up at Chris expectantly as if he was going to offer her some hotel advice. If anyone knew about hotels, it would be him right? She laughs silently, shaking her head at her thoughts. As if. Chris Evans would not be staying at the Mariott. He was a fucking Hollywood celebrity.
Chris nods reassuringly. “That’s not a bad spot to be stuck in, that hotel is quite nice”.
Tianna smiles gently, resting her elbows on the bar and looking back at Chris.
“Stuck being the operative word. I’ve never been to Boston before so I might try to see the sights, weather permitting” she says, moving to put the papers back in her bag, “I guess there won’t be too many crowds with it being Thanksgiving and all” she adds, speaking seemingly to herself without really expecting an answer.
She turns back to her drink and takes another sip, taking a moment to savour its sweet, smokey flavour and the fact that she was talking to Chris Evans in a bar. She smiles to herself, shaking her head in almost disbelief. If her life were a movie, it would be a holiday rom-com that started exactly like this.
“What about you, big plans for Thanksgiving then?” Tianna asks, turning to look at Chris beside her.
Chris nods, smiling back at her. Oh that fucking smile again.
He explains that Thanksgiving is one of his favourite times of the year second to Christmas, and that he makes sure he takes this time off work every year to come home and see his family. He tells her about his brother and sisters and their kids, and about his place that he’s got here not far from where his mother lives. Tianna can’t help but smile at the way he says ‘ma’, having no idea that Chris Evans was even from Boston until she'd heard him speak today.
“So I’m gonna be here for two weeks, and I can’t even tell you how fuckin’ happy I am to be back home. LA just isn’t really home, you know?”.
Tianna nods, not really knowing what it’s like but does her best to empathize nevertheless. She’s acutely aware of the passion in his voice as he talks so lovingly about his home and loved ones, Tianna finding it incredibly endearing to hear a man speak about his family like that.
“You know I would never have guessed that you were from Boston, although hearing you speak now I can definitely hear the accent” Tianna remarks with a gentle laugh, resting her cheek in her hand as she looks at him.
Chris chuckles, shaking his head. 
“I do get told that it becomes more pronounced every time I come home”.
Tianna smiles. “So are you working on anything in particular right now?”. 
Chris nods, fiddling with his beer bottle. “A couple of projects here and there, about to start filming for a Netflix movie when I get back to LA” he says, taking another sip of his beer before turning to her. “Enough about me though, what about you Tianna, what do you do?”. 
The sound of her name in his voice made her want to hear it again almost instantly, Tianna's insides all of a sudden feeling like melted chocolate.
“I-I'm actually a sports medicine doctor. I work with a semi-professional football team back home, essentially in the league that the elite athletes get selected from to play at the top. The conference I was here for was for the latest advances in concussion management in sport”.
She can’t help but notice the look of awe Chris has on his face as he listens to her, and she suddenly wonders if she has a similar look on hers. She still can’t believe she’s sitting next to Chris Evans after all - the Hollywood heartthrob who was even sexier in person than he was on screen, if that was even at all possible. Speaking of, wasn’t he named sexiest man alive this year?
“That’s incredibly impressive Tianna” Chris says shaking his head as if in surprise, “A sports doctor, fuck!”.
His response makes her smile, a soft laugh falling from her lips. She always thought she'd be a nervous mess meeting a celebrity in real life, especially one that looked like Chris, yet here she was laughing along like she was talking to an old friend. 
A comfortable silence settles over the two of them, Tianna letting out a soft sigh as she takes another drink. A phone ping sounds and breaks the silence between them, Tianna listening as Chris pulls his phone from his pocket and taps at his screen. She glances over him as he suddenly puts his phone down, watching as he takes a long sip of his beer and apparently finishes it, the empty bottle echoing as he puts it back down on the bar. She turns back to her own drink and stares again at the floating orange slice in her glass, hearing Chris take a deep, steadying breath beside her.
"So listen, I know this is probably weird and all” Chris says, suddenly pulling Tianna’s attention back to him and watching as he looks intently at her, “But I hate the thought of someone being alone on Thanksgiving without anyone. If you’d like, you’re more than welcome to come and celebrate with me and my family".
Tianna almost chokes on her own saliva, forgetting how to breathe for a moment. What? Did he just say what she thought he just said? Was Chris Evans really asking her to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family? What the fuck?
Tianna blinks quickly, shaking her head in utter disbelief, turning to look at Chris properly. She has no idea what to say or how to answer him, her mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. She knows how ridiculous she probably looks but she can't help it, unable to control her thoughts let alone her facial expressions.
Seeing her face, Chris lets out a soft laugh, his lips pulling into a grin that makes Tianna's stomach flip flop. Oh God.
"I don’t mean anything by it, no ulterior motives, I can see that you’re taken" Chris continues, gesturing to the engagement ring on Tianna's finger and then putting his hand across his chest like a sign of honour, "But again, Thanksgiving is a day that’s meant to be shared with friends and loved ones. You can't be alone on one of the biggest days in America.You just can't".
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Tiana can't help the smile that grows on her face, feeling her cheeks heat for the second time since meeting Chris. She's taken aback by his kindness, the kindness of a relative stranger, a relative, incredibly gorgeous stranger who also happens to be Captain-fucking-America.
Tiana swallows and looks down at her ring, letting out a breath before looking back up at Chris. In another life, under different circumstances, she'd have been jumping at the opportunity. It's a battle of her morals, her conscience, of the two sides of her brain, but she knows ultimately what the right thing to do is. She smiles up at the incredibly handsome man sitting beside her, doing her best to silence the irrational, impulsive part of her mind that is currently screaming at her angrily. 
"Chris, that’s really sweet of you but I think I’ll have to decline. I really do appreciate the offer though, it's incredibly kind".
Chris only smiles back at her, silent as he looks back at her for a long moment. Tiana feels her chest flush, suddenly wondering how many years it will take her to work through the 'what if' thoughts and absolute regret that will more than likely result from this decision later on.
“Well look, I’ll give you my number, in case you change your mind. In case that hotel room view isn’t as good as you hoped" he says, reaching into his bag and pulling out a page from a notepad, scribbling down on the paper, "Or if you'd like someone to show you around Boston, or if you'd just like some company on Thanksgiving".
Chris passes over the piece of paper and Tiana takes it gingerly, still unable to believe that this is all actually happening. She can actually feel part of her brain raging at her, begging her to reconsider, Tianna picking up her glass and draining the last of her bourbon cocktail in an effort to completely drown out her racing thoughts.
"It was really nice to meet you Tianna" Chris says with a grin that makes her stomach squeeze and her heart flutter simultaneously. How can anyone be that fucking attractive?
Tianna exhales silently, returning his smile. 
"Likewise Chris. And thank you for this too" she replies, gesturing with the note in her hand. He stands up and gathers his things, Tianna resting her cheek in her hand as she watches him put on his jacket and pull a twenty from his wallet, sliding it over the bar before turning to her. 
"Remember the invitation is there for as long as you're here, I’m just a text away".
Tianna smiles for what feels like the thousandth time in the last half hour, unable to decide if the warmth in her chest was a result of her drink or from talking to Chris. 
"Thank you again Chris" Tianna replies, her cheeks flushing again, "and happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have the best time with your family and enjoy your time off". 
Chris laughs, the sound warm and wholesome, a sound that Tianna knows in that moment she'll never be able to forget. That, and his fucking handsome, sex-on-legs smile. 
"Thank you Tianna. And I hope you enjoy Boston too. I’m telling you, under snow, it’s a whole other world".
Chris offers her a last smile and nods at her, Tianna returning it with her own grin. 
"Goodbye Tianna".
"Bye Chris".
Tianna watches as he walks away, feeling her lips tug into a soft smile when he turns to look back over his shoulder at her, offering her one last effortlessly handsome grin that Tianna knows will almost certainly plague her dreams tonight. 
A moment later he's out of sight and Tianna still can't believe the last half hour of her life has actually happened. What were the chances that she'd randomly meet Chris Evans at an airport bar, and have him invite her to his family's Thanksgiving dinner? If she'd told her twenty-five year old self that would happen to her eight years later, there was not a chance she would have believed it. Even more so that she'd turned him down.
Tianna looks down at the piece of paper in her hands, inhaling heavily as she reads over the writing that's scribbled across the page, the reality of it all suddenly sinking in. She feels her heart start to beat faster, the breath catching in her throat. 
Oh, my, God.
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Moments: Three
We're back, babies! I'm glad to bring these two back to you!! As I posted a week-ish ago, I'm a teacher getting back in the routine of life and things have been bananagrams. I'm back to writing (and rewriting Flight 1311)
I always love your feedback :) Sorry, these two don't quite get their ending yet, but there are still more parts to come. Happy reading!
Pairings: Chris Evans x Female Reader
Word Count: ~7.7k
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Three: 2010: Washington DC
Heartbreak is nearly impossible to avoid. Relationships– both platonic and romantic– suffer from miscommunication, bad intentions, and just plain cruelty all the time. They also suffer the urges of desire, lust, compassion, and curiosity. Sometimes, the risk is worth the reward, but more often than not, the risk causes catastrophic damages. 
It is unlikely that we’ll escape this life without a broken heart or two. In the process of healing from those, we often learn more about ourselves. Some heartbreaks never entirely heal, they just get easier to ignore.
Y/N shifted her weight between her feet while she tried to relax her muscles. She’d jumped into the 12 items or less line at the grocery store, but it wasn’t going much faster than the line beside her. She tried to channel her energy into being present. Being aware of the tenseness of her muscles after a long day of heavy sessions. Being aware of the beeping sound as each item was swiped. Being aware of the deep deep hunger growing in her stomach. Being aware of how fucking long this was taking… no, Y/N, refocus… find something to bring you back.
Her attention was drawn to the magazines and she ran her fingers over several covers, deciding on which one to flip through to pass the time. She wasn’t in the mood for Food & Wine, she’d read the latest People in the waiting room of the dentist, so she kept pushing them aside, looking for something that would catch her interest. 
She froze when a familiar face stared back at her; she dropped the grocery basket haphazardly on the ground in front of her and used both hands to yank the magazine out of the stand. Even with his eyes airbrushed a murky brown instead of the steely blue she remembered, even with the superhero costume and stoic pose, she knew that face anywhere.  
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“Chris,” in a normal state of mind, she would have cringed when she realized she’d whispered it out loud as she stared at the glossy page in front of her. Instead, she was in a trance. She vaguely heard the cashier call “next” and she knew it was her. Her hands were shaking as she shuffled forward in line– it was finally her turn. Without another thought, she dropped the magazine on the conveyer belt and tried to put it out of her mind until she got home.
The three-block walk back to her condo was a blur, as was the walk up the stairs, the unloading of groceries, and the cooking of dinner. Y/N hadn’t taken the magazine out of the bag; she still hadn’t decided if it was a good idea to read it, but she was definitely waiting until she had food (and wine) in her system before she made a decision. She forced herself to finish eating, doing dishes, and getting into comfy clothes before she could look at it. 
She had to look at it, right? No. She didn’t have to do anything. But she desperately wanted a glimpse of him again. It had been almost seven years since she saw him, yet the tattoo on her ribcage regularly reminded her of the night they spent together. At the time, it had been the most romantic night of her life. She’d grown, she’d dated, she’d even loved since then and she knew that it was a low bar (particularly given the bomb he’d dropped the next morning). She knew she deserved more than a night of making out and dreaming together with a man… no, a boy… in a relationship. 
And yet, she still got butterflies when she thought of how important he’d made her feel sitting by the fire all those years ago. The feeling of sitting on Chris’s lap, wrapped in his arms while his breath tickled her neck as he whispered about his future and asked about hers… she could still feel it and it still made her heart skip a beat.
That next morning, after he’d crushed her heart (again), he’d begged and pleaded with her to hear him out. She’d left the room with her jeans in her hands, just his shirt hanging off her shoulders, and he’d followed her out of the room talking a mile a minute. She’d roused Annie from the couch, holding back tears, and dragging her best friend out of the apartment. Y/N had traversed home, clutching her clothes and purse, in an oversized t-shirt and panties, and resisting the urge to sob on the street. 
Once inside Annie’s, she’d forced herself to shower where she cried, cleaned up, and stepped back into Annie’s presence refusing to talk about it. The rest of the weekend, she’d actively refused Annie or her roommates’ questions about Chris and what had happened between them.  
Chris had gotten ahold of Annie’s number from one of his friends and had spent all weekend trying to call. Annie, as a loyal and protective best friend, refused him and laced every call with curses before hanging up. For what it was worth, he didn’t stop calling all weekend. And even all these years later, Y/N didn’t know that he’d continued to call Annie to try to plead his case with her in hopes that she’d relay a message to Y/N. She heard him out, but she never told Y/N… She’d watched Y/N crumple twice from this guy, and she’d decided that his excuse (it wasn’t working with Jess, he was ready to be out of that relationship) wasn’t good enough. It turns out, Annie’s instincts were likely right, even if it meant keeping a secret from Y/N.
After changing into sweats and pouring another glass of wine, Y/N sat on the couch staring straight ahead. Both of her hands were fidgeting with the bottom of her braid. Her stomach was in knots, her heart rate was accelerated. On the coffee table sat the magazine with Chris’s strong jawline staring back at her. Just a picture of him after all this time made her feel both nauseous and excited. She held out several more minutes, staring at the uniform, the shield, and the glossy film of the paper while she downed the rest of her wine. Finally, she lurched forward and snatched up the magazine, flipping frantically to the spread with his face.  
Despite all her efforts, she couldn’t stop the giddy grin on her face when she scanned the photos. Y/N read the article, soaking in every word and thinking of those whispers they’d shared on the balcony in Boston. How he wanted to follow his passion and make a real career out of acting, but how afraid he was of the consequences. She could still feel the way his hand had gripped her waist just a little tighter when he spoke of his anxieties of fame fighting against his desire to follow his heart.  
He’d done it. He’d become a movie star. He was a superhero now and there was no turning back for him.  
This was the first time in all the years since they’d woken up together, that Y/N had allowed herself to really think about him. She claimed that he was a fleeting memory and an occasional drunken cry, but she’d spent all of her energy cramming him into a tiny box so that she wouldn’t daydream and Google him. In the immediate wake of waking up together, she’d been distraught, been angry, been convinced that the universe was playing tricks on her because Jessica fucking Biel’s picture seemed to be everywhere. She’d refused to go to movies for fear that a trailer might have one of them in it. She’d avoided magazine aisles and anything on the internet that might hint at gossip or a picture of them snuggling.
Over time, she’d relaxed and been able to see Jessica’s image without immediately starting to cry and then eventually even saw some of her movies. It wasn’t Jessica’s fault; she probably didn’t even know about Y/N. She’d just been a night for Chris while he’d gone on to have several more years of a relationship with Jessica. Y/N’s ban on movies had helped her avoid Chris’s early career, but now, holding his face in her hands in the red, white, and blue uniform, it was clear that if she wanted to continue to avoid him, it was about to get harder.  
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The next evening, Y/N flounced into the kitchen where her friends were gathered, checking her clutch for her phone. The click of her heels on the hardwood made Annie look up and catcall; Y/N blushed and avoided eye contact as she went straight for the fridge. 
“DAMN, Y/N,” Sasha called, “you look smoking.”
“Stop,” Y/N waved them off, pulling out a beer to chase the shots that Annie had just lined up.
Jenna smacked Y/N in the ass, “someone is looking for attention tonight.”
Rolling her eyes, Y/N picked up the shot in front of her, encouraging her friends to do the same. “I’m just looking to dance.”
“Twenty bucks says someone is buying her a drink in the first ten minutes,” Sasha giggled, “are you ready for that?”
Y/N shrugged, swigging from her beer, “I’m not looking for anything more than drinking a little too much and dancing with my friends.”
“And yet here you are, clearly not wearing a bra and possibly no panties,” Jenna smirked.
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“I’m wearing panties, thank you very much. I’m just looking to have fun,” Y/N repeated, her face flushing. “And maybe a little flirting.”
Jenna raised her beer, “to Y/N getting laid tonight.”
“NOT what I said!” Y/N yelled over her friends toasting to her sex life. After another round of shots and loading into a waiting cab, the girls were waltzing into Grand Central and straight to the bar. After two shots and a beer at home, a shot at the bar, and then another beer in hand, Y/N marched straight to the dance floor, not bothering to check if her friends were behind her. The DJ was playing a mashup of Kesha and club music while the girls moved to the music, dancing on each other and singing loudly. Three or four songs later, Annie and Y/N stumbled towards the bar, clinging to each other and giggling when a hand grazed Y/N’s hip.  
She felt a tall presence behind her and caught a whiff of cologne over the smell of sweat and beer; the hand on her hip was heavy, but not unpleasant, and his other hand came to rest on the surface of the bar next to her, effectively caging her in. His breath fanned her ear when he leaned in, “How much does a polar bear weigh?”
Y/N scrunched up her nose, turning her ear towards him as she said, “What?”
“How much does a polar bear weigh?” he repeated, again leaning down to speak right in her ear.
She laughed, “I have no idea.”  
“Me either, but it breaks the ice,” his face was so close to her neck she could feel him smile, “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Does that line work?” She rolled her eyes, feeling herself lean into him. He was warm, sturdy, and smelled delicious; she finally turned in his grasp and her alcohol-muddled brain took a few seconds to take in his face. His blue eyes dropped to scan her whole body. When his eyes returned to hers, she sobered quickly.  
“Depends on your answer to my question.” His eyes bounced between hers, still grinning. 
It was him.  
It was Chris goddamn Evans. He was pressed against her, holding her against the bar with his body weight, and asking to buy her a drink.
And he had no idea who she was. 
Y/N’s heart was in her throat and the urge to cry was surpassed only by the urge to kick his shins as hard as possible. He was staring at her, smirking his perfect smirk, and she had a split second to make a decision.  
“I’d love another,” she forced a smile on her face, held up her Corona and he nodded, turning to the bar and motioning to the bartender.  
“Two of these,” he pointed to the drink and then looked back at Y/N, “and yes, that line works… this one and only time I've used it at least.”
Y/N blushed despite herself, “I’m a sucker for corny jokes,” 
“I’m a sucker for beautiful women,” he replied.  
“Okay,” she laughed, making a face, “you have to stop with the shitty lines. You got my attention,” she was leaning her whole body weight against him each time she reached up on her toes to speak into his ear. And each time, he would tighten his grip on her hip, squeezing as he pulled her closer. Annie was somewhere behind her but she was only vaguely aware. Alcohol, his cologne, his grin, his hand holding her against him, and her deep, burning fury were entirely distracting Y/N from anything else. Annie, however, didn’t care; she was already texting the rest of the girls a picture of Y/N snuggled up to this handsome stranger. The group chat lit up immediately, but Y/N wouldn’t see it until the morning… which would be about the same time Annie would be sober enough to process who the handsome stranger was.
Taking the beers from the bartender and paying, he leaned down to her again, “you seem familiar.”  
Y/N stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if it was the moment to tell him. Instead, she nodded, “so do you. Did you go to Georgetown too?”
He shook his head, “No, no college; I’m from Boston but here in town for work. What’s your name?”
She offered her name before he repeated it and then said, “I’m Chris. Do you want to dance?”
Y/N stared at him, looking for any recognition. When none came, she plastered a smile on her face, pulled his hand off her waist, and dragged him behind her to the dance floor. She leaned her back against him as his arms both found her waist. One arm wrapped around to press his hand just below her belly button, and the other– which was holding his beer– steadied her other side. Almost immediately they were in sync, moving together to the music and pressing into each other. Every so often, Chris would whisper something in her ear about how beautiful she was, how good she felt in his arms.  
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Chris was grateful for the first day off from press in a long time– in the run-up to the premiere of his first Captain America film, he had an interview nearly every hour of every day. Marvel had plunked them down in DC for several days to tap into the patriotic backdrops of the nation’s capital. Finally, he’d get tomorrow to himself, and as tired as he was, being in this bar dancing with this woman was better than sitting alone in his hotel room remembering that he was almost 30 and single. The second they’d walked into this bar, his eyes were drawn to her. Her snug dress got his attention immediately, quickly followed by the way she smoothly moved through the room and the column of her neck when she threw her head back as she laughed with her friends. He’d kept an eye on her while he and his buddies found a table and got drinks. He made no show of hiding his attention on her while he watched her dance, watched her body sway, and thought about what it might be like to hold her. When she’d made her way to the bar, she’d passed right by him, so he took his chance.  
The second he was close to her, he knew he’d met her before. His stomach clenched thinking maybe… maybe he’d slept with her before? Would she recognize him? Would she slap him across the face for not remembering her? He took his chance anyway. Maybe she’d been an extra on a set or a journalist in an interview.  
The whole time he held her, he ran through his list in his head. There were certainly a few he couldn’t put a name to anymore, but he remembered most of the faces. No, he was certain, the longer he held her and felt her dance against him, he’d never slept with her. There is no way any amount of alcohol could wipe away the feeling of her against him, of that he was positive. But he did know her. 
Chris flattened his palm on her stomach and used it to pull her closer; he couldn’t help but smirk when he felt her easily respond by pressing her ass back into him. Her free hand had been on his forearm, but now she snaked it up to his bicep and back around to cup the back of his neck, pulling him to her while she arched her back and ground her ass into him in time to the music. “You’re gonna kill me,” his mouth was right next to her ear, his breath tickling her neck as he spoke over the music. Y/N pulled apart just enough to glance over her shoulder at him, smirk, and added more pressure back into his hips. His groan rumbled up through his chest and she felt the vibrations against her back.  
After a few moments of being pressed impossibly close, Chris paused and slowed their movements. “Stay here,” he whispered, squeezing her waist and disappearing into the crowd. Y/N took a big swig of the room-temperature beer in her hand and felt awkward standing there in the middle of the dance floor waiting for him. This abrupt change caught her off guard, so she started to move off the floor in the opposite direction, pushing through the sweaty bodies and trying to calm her boozy, racing mind.  
He figured out who she was. He was mad she didn’t say anything. She’d pushed him too far with her little cat-and-mouse flirting. She’d thought it was innocent enough; lots of people around them were drunk and grinding, it didn’t mean much more than that it was Saturday night. Y/N was almost to the edge of the crowd when an arm wrapped around her bicep and she was gently turned around, coming face to pec with Chris. “Leavin’ me?”
Y/N bit her lip as she stared at him slightly wide-eyed. Chris’s eyes rolled back, his head lolling backward as he laughed, “Sweetheart, you can’t be biting your lip at me like that.” His hand on her arm slid down to her hand and over to her waist, his other hand mirroring it. With both hands on her, he tugged her into him and could speak directly into her ear, “You okay to stay with me? I wasn’t done with you yet, I just wanted to put down my empty, because I need to have both hands free for you.” He made his point by squeezing both hands that were holding her in place.
She nodded, giving him permission for his hands to slide further around her back, hovering dangerously close to her ass, swaying with her in a horribly out of place slow-dance. Y/N’s mind was still spinning, the beer in her system clouding her judgment and making it impossible to decide how to handle this situation. She was still oscillating from anger and humiliation to joy and excitement and didn’t have time to process any of it. Internally, she was starting to lose her cool; it was getting overwhelming and she needed a beat. Externally, she tried to play it off…
Her right hand holding her empty beer bottle rose to rest on his shoulder while her left hand slid slowly up his chest and gripped the fabric of his button down in her fist. She pressed herself into him, lifting onto her toes– even in heels– to lean up in his ear, “yes, but there is a deck upstairs, I could use some air,” she raised her eyebrows at him and he nodded. Chris took her hand and led her to the stairs, his large frame creating a path through the crowd.  
“I’ll meet you up there,” Y/N gestured to the ladies' room. 
“Can I get you another round?” She agreed and he headed towards the bar while Y/N was pleased to find no wait in the bathroom and could pee, splash some water on her face, pop some gum, and breathe sweaty, smelly bar bathroom air. She forced herself back out the door and up the stairs and out to the deck– the reason this bar was her favorite– and stared out at the lights of the city.
When he returned, Chris scanned the scattered groups on the rooftop deck looking for Y/N. When he spotted her, his breath hitched. Her back was to him, but her hair was thrown over one shoulder, allowing it to cascade down her back and show off the curves and angles of her neck and shoulders. In the cool evening air, a breeze picked up Y/N’s hair and it fluttered behind her while she leaned on the railing and looked out at the cityscape. In her pose with both hands braced on the bars in front of her, her back arched ever so slightly, accentuating her ass and drawing Chris’s eyes right to it.
His heart didn’t normally pound this hard when he was with a beautiful woman. He didn’t normally get this nervous. His hands weren’t normally sweaty. There were always beautiful women. Why was this one making his head spin and his heart jump into his throat? Whipping his palms on his jeans, he took a shaky breath before moving.  
He soldiered on and stepped up behind her, caging her in with his hands on either side of hers on the railing. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said to her, his lips almost brushing her exposed neck. A shiver ran through Y/N– whether it was her surprise at his approach, the words he said, or the chill air, Chris didn’t know or care. He took it as an invitation and stepped closer; Y/N was sure he could feel her pulse racing.  
They watched cars go by, Chris leaning his cheek against her head and Y/N letting her fingers interlace with his on the railing. He rubbed his thumb gently against her hand and she let herself lean entirely into him. They passed the time in this deeply intimate embrace with Y/N pointing out different landmarks visible from their rooftop spot. She knew historical tidbits and anecdotes that kept Chris asking question after question. They transitioned into exchanging bad dad jokes back and forth, and every time Chris pulled a giggle out of her, he racked his brain for ways to do it again. 
What are you doing, Evans?  Chris thought to himself as he cradled this woman in his arms. Any intention of taking her home for one night had gone out the window. It had already been at least ten minutes of pressing into each other while he tried to make her laugh. This wasn’t a one-night girl and the moment for “you wanna get outta here” was long gone anyway. In his head, Chris was already doing the math: if she was local, he had another few days in DC. He could see her again, he could take her to dinner, he could meet her for a drink. This didn’t have to end tonight. He had no reason to be this smitten but here he was, itching to kiss her and strip her down to have her under him, but also dying to know her. To hear her laugh every day, to feel his anxiety leave his body when she pressed up against him like this, to have a lazy morning in bed with her.
Stamping down his thoughts, he tried to recenter on this moment and what he had right now.  Focus, Evans, he reminded himself.  
Slowly, he reached his right arm across her to grab her left hip and pull her around to face him. He stepped even closer, securely holding her against him with one arm while the other cradled her cheek in his hand, his forehead pressing against hers.  
Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed while she tried to decide what to do. He hadn’t made any indication that he knew her, not even when they exchanged names, and her stomach was flipping in circles. A solid half of her wanted to just gently remind him, have a laugh about it, and keep feeling his arms around her.  
The other half of her was seeing red.  
How could he not remember? 
How did she still feel her heart flip when she thought of him and he was standing here, pressed up against her, whispering sweet things to her, and not knowing who she was? 
Did she really matter that little to him? Was it all in her head? Had she really exaggerated those memories so much that they were blown this far out of proportion?
A silence fell between them and Y/N opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. She knew the look on his face… she knew he was moments from kissing her; his hand was still cradling her neck. It was coming. Did she let herself kiss him again or did she tell him?  
His thumb rubbed softly up and down the front of her throat while he took her in. The tension in their stare-off was palpable and he was hoping he wasn’t the only one interpreting it sexually. He watched her nostrils flare once, then twice; was that fear? Apprehension? Anger?  
“Chris,” she whispered, chewing her bottom lip. She pulled her eyes from his and for a second he thought he saw tears welling in them, “Please don’t kiss me.”
His head snapped back, “are you okay?”
Y/N nodded vigorously, “I’m fine.”
“I really want to kiss you, Y/N.” His hands were still on her, his thumb was still caressing her throat and the hand at her waist was holding her tightly against him. Y/N’s arms were on his; she wasn’t pushing away, but he would let her go if she did.  
“Don’t,” she stared before cutting herself off, “I can’t.”
He dropped his hand from her neck but not her waist, “do you have a boyfriend.”
“No!” Y/N answered quickly, her hands involuntarily squeezing his arms. “No,” she repeated more calmly, “I just can’t– I don’t want to– It’s too–” Y/N sighed, “just don’t do it. Please.”
Chris nodded, “are you not interested? Did I get this all wrong?” He was trying to be cool and cavalier but he was panicking; had he forced this on her? Was she uncomfortable all night and she’d finally reached her breaking point? Would she go to the press? Would this be a thing for his fledgling team to iron out? Fuck.
“You didn’t get this wrong.” 
“We’ve both been drinking,” he countered, trying to fill in the pieces and understand; trying to fix it. 
Y/N nodded, “Can I–” she cut herself off again. Her demeanor had changed drastically in the last several minutes and it was putting Chris on edge. She sighed and dropped her hands from his arms to twist a hair tie in her hand. She was radiating nerves; Chris took a step back and removed his hands from her entirely. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him anymore and his anxiety was creeping up his chest. “I have to go,” she finally managed to whisper. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”  
Y/N pushed past him before Chris had time to respond or even process the moment. She was hurrying down the stairs, pushing past people and grateful that the late hour in a dark and dingy bar led people to be far less concerned about her pushing and stumbling by. She didn’t waste any time trying to find Annie or the girls; she was out the door and waving down a cab while Chris pushed through people to catch her. 
He heard the ripple of voices as he passed people, the recognition and his name being drunkenly whispered while he shoved his way to Y/N. He knew there’d be something in the gossip rags tomorrow about him in this bar, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to catch Y/N. He just wanted to find out what was going on, to explain how he was feeling, to have her hear him out… He called her name, “Y/N, please wait!”...
Then, a memory hit him hard and he stopped in his tracks.  
“Y/N, please say something,” Chris was staring at her across the bed. Tears were pooling in her eyes but she was clearly willing not to let them fall. She didn’t move for several breaths and he ran his hands through his hair. Her lanky frame in his t-shirt, the neck of it hanging off her shoulder and exposing her soft skin. Her hair was tousled from sleep and her eyes were still puffy. 
She was stunning in the morning light streaming through the window and he’d fucking blown it. He’d been fighting with Jessica for weeks, their schedules were so chaotic, they were struggling so hard to make time together and when they did, one of them always picked a fight. He wasn’t sure what he had left to give her. And then Y/N had shown up in the tattoo parlor and taken his breath away once again. He’d spent the evening in a bubble, entirely forgetting about Jess and their problems and their last contact with each other– one in which he’d said “I think we should take a break, I’m not sure this is working,” on her voicemail after the seventh time he’d tried to call in as many days without an answer. 
In Chris’s mind, they were done. He’d been back in Boston spending time here before press for his next project and he was planning to go back and break it off. He loved her on some level, but he wasn’t sure they could survive anymore– and he knew that what he harbored for Y/N was love on a whole different, all-encompassing level. 
“I can’t. I have to go, I just can’t–” Y/N finally spoke so softly while she gathered her clothes. Chris moved his body in front of the door. 
“Please, let me explain.”
“You have a girlfriend, Chris, there is nothing to explain. I’m just glad I didn’t sleep with you.” Her voice was hard and she forced herself to stare at him coldly.
“You don’t understand–”
“Let me guess, it’s not working? You’re on a break? It wasn’t her, it was you? How very cliche of you to offer me some ridiculous line to try to explain away last night.”
“Well, it’s not like we slept together, so nothing really happened,” Chris snapped at her and immediately cringed. “Fuck, I’m sorry, wait,” 
Y/N leveled her eyes at him, “you’re absolutely right. Nothing really happened. So we can forget about it.” She shoved past him, holding her clothes. At any other moment, he would’ve let himself stare at her perky little ass cheeks peeking out from under the oversized t-shirt, but he was unwilling to let her go so easily.
“You’re right, I was going to give you a line, but it really isn’t a line. The last time I talked to her it was to tell her we should take a break, it isn’t working.”
“Oh, sure. That’s convenient timing,” She said over her shoulder as she shook Annie awake. “Annie, we have to go,” Annie grumbled and clung to the pillow in front of her, refusing to budge and buying Chris more time. 
“It sounds like a line, but it isn’t. I swear. Jess and I– our schedules don’t work, she’s constantly on set for Heaven, and then she was gone on location, and I was filming the pilot and now we’re both about to be in press–”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N whipped around, “did you say on set for Heaven?  As in 7th Heaven? Is your girlfriend Jessica Biel?”Chris paused and rubbed his hand over his neck, allowing Y/N to gather his non-answer as an answer. “Got it. Jessica Biel. Unfuckingbelievable. I’m supposed to believe that– I cannot even– Jessica fucking Biel? I can’t talk about this. I’m going now. Let’s go, Annie.” She yanked Annie off the sofa and they stumbled towards the door.
“She’s just a person, and she isn’t the person for me. Come on, Y/N, hear me out. I want to see you again, I want to keep talking to you.”
Y/N kept walking down the stairs, shoving Annie ahead of her, Chris hot on their heels, “Y/N, please wait!”
Chris pulled himself out of his daydream just in time to see a cab pull up next to Y/N and he sprinted the last few yards to slide in next to her before she could close the door. 
“Chris, what the hell?”
“You’re not running away from me again.” He pulled the door to the cab and the driver took off towards whatever destination Y/N had already given him.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she stuttered, “What are you– when did you–”  
“I didn’t know all night or didn’t know exactly how I knew you. But calling your name, chasing after you, it all came back to me.”
Even in the dark, Chris could tell she was blushing, her lip pulled between her teeth. She was quiet for a few minutes, the passing streetlights illuminating her face. She turned her head to look out the window and crossed her arms over her chest, unknowingly accentuating her cleavage. Chris willed himself not to look.  
“You’re an asshole,” she finally told him, turning her body away from him and towards the window.
“I am.”
“You should’ve remembered.”
“I should’ve.”
“Stop telling me what I want to hear!” 
“But you’re right.”
“STOP IT!” She snapped, looking back around at him and fixing him with a glare, “just… just shut up. Don’t talk to me.”
“Y/N, please–”
“Shut. Up. Christopher,” she announced each word with force, tightening her arms across her chest and throwing herself back against the seat. She glared out the window as the cab turned down several side streets and eventually slowed to a stop. Before she could pay, Chris handed a wad of cash to the driver and opened his door, sliding out onto the sidewalk.  
Y/N hesitated, staring at him through the open door where he was holding out his hand to help her. Instead, she threw open her own door and stepped out, narrowly missing a car passing and ignoring the cabbie yelling at her for getting out into traffic. She slammed the door and stormed around the trunk to her building. Chris was hot on her heels, still not speaking to her, but hurrying to hold open doors that she yanked open and trying not to be left behind. She didn’t tell him to leave, so he took it as a sign this was okay with her. He followed her up the stairs to her apartment; when she wrenched the door open, she left it hanging wide and kicked her heels off into the small kitchen before stomping back out of sight.  
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Chris closed the door quietly, locking the deadbolt, and then turned to find Y/N had turned on a string of cozy fairy lights and was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, staring at him.  
“Can I sit?”
“If you must.”
“I can tell that you’re upset–”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”
“Hey, we don’t have to be mean,” Chris threw his hands up in a defensive position, trying to assuage her frustrations, but it seemed to spur her on.
“This is the third time we’ve met, the third time you’ve made me feel beautiful, and the third time you’ve crushed me. You get what you get.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed, finally joining her on the sofa and reaching out towards her; she pulled away.
“You should be.”
“I am, Y/N, seriously. I should’ve known immediately. I should’ve heard your name and seen your face, and immediately known that you were the same beautiful woman I’ve thought about so many times since Killington. So. Many. Times.” Y/N rolled her eyes but Chris shook his head, “seriously. You’re a constant figure in my dreams.”
She scoffed, “yes, a constant figure who you didn’t recognize for hours while she danced on junk.”
“It’s been seven years, Y/N, we were kids the last time I saw you. You’ve… matured.”
“So have you,” she gestured to the Entertainment Weekly sitting in front of them on the coffee table, still open from where Annie had looked at it tonight and commiserated with Y/N about how hot her little crush had turned out in his multi-page article and photoshoot. It was Chris’s turn to roll his eyes; he reached across the table and tossed the magazine face down on the floor under the coffee table.
“That isn’t me.”
“Sure looks like you. You’re so important now.” Y/N knew her tone was full of undeserved snark. Despite her embarrassment and sadness at not being recognized, she was proud of what he’d accomplished. She knew he’d worked hard, but she would not acknowledge it. Not right now. 
“I’m not important,” Chris huffed, “I’m still the same guy who carried you down a mountain. I’m the same guy who daydreamed on a balcony with you. I’m the same guy.”
“You’re the same guy who let me sleep in his bed, in his clothes, kissing me and holding me and saying beautiful things to me while you were dating a famous actress.”
“I said I was sorry, I tried to explain, I even tried to explain to Annie but your guard dog wouldn’t let me near you.”
Until now, Y/N had been glaring at Chris, but at that, her glare slipped into a look of confusion. The blanket she’d so carefully wrapped tightly around her slipped as her shoulders fell, “what? Annie?”
He nodded, “I talked to Annie every day for weeks. I begged her to give me your number and let me plead my case. She practically threw her Dunkin at me when I tried to explain my side.”
“When did this happen?”
Chris shrugged, “I called her multiple times a day for the first week after, then I kept calling until she finally agreed to meet me. By then I’d broken up with Jessica, and I was auditioning for roles, and back and forth between LA and my mom’s house, I met her at a park between her campus and my mom’s. I brought her coffee to try to butter her up but she wasn’t having any of it. She said I was just trying to sweet talk my way into your pants.”
“Oh,” She said quietly, losing herself in thought. Annie had never said anything. Why had Annie never told her? All these years, she’d blamed Chris and been so hurt by him, but Annie had met with him; she’d ranted and raved and cried to Annie about the whole situation, but Annie had heard him out all along. She’d been the regular voice of reason in Y/N’s ear saying, ‘he’s just a jerk, you can do better, don’t think about him again.’ Y/N shook her head, trying to get back to the moment… Annie was another problem for another day. 
“You didn’t know,” Chris’s shoulders sagged.  
“No,” she shook her head, her eyes slightly kinder this time, “I had no idea.”
“Does it change your feelings about me?”
“I’m not sure yet,” Y/N took a breath and stared at him, her stomach churning with emotions and beer. 
“Of course, you don’t,” he sighed, shaking his head and starting to pace the room, “I don’t know why I bothered coming here.”
Y/N was silent, watching him pace while her mind raced in a thousand directions. She was angry with Annie and confused about Chris.  
“Look, I’m not going to grovel. If you want to be pissed at me forever, fine,” His tone was harsher than he meant it, but once it was out of his mouth, he saw Y/N’s face harden quickly.  
“I just need a second, Chris, you keep dropping bombs on me with no warning, and I’ve had a lot to drink.”
“You’ve had seven goddamn years, Y/N. That was plenty of warning,” he countered, coming to a stop in front of her with his hands on his hips. 
“I didn’t know you talked to Annie, I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, I put you out of my mind for the last seven years! I’m a little emotional and a little drunk!” The blanket fell from her shoulders as she gestured at him, “Give me a damn second to think!” 
“I don’t need a second to think about you! I want to kiss you, I want to call you every day, I want to make you laugh, and I want you in my bed every night.” He cradled her face in his hands, staring at her intensely.  
“That is too much too soon. You’re passionate, and I’ve loved that about you from the first time we met, but you’re throwing so much at me so quickly. An hour ago you didn’t recognize me and now you’re talking about a future together.”
“I’m an idiot, I know that, but I didn’t forget you. I never forgot you. I never forgot how comfortable it was to talk to you or to laugh with you. I never forgot how easily I felt like myself when I was with you. And even when I didn’t realize everything tonight, I still wanted more of you. That girl in the bar had my attention from the moment I saw her. I’m not finished with you, Y/N. We’re not finished.” He was still cradling her face, pulling her towards him. Y/N put her hands on his wrists, rubbing her thumbs against his hands in an effort to steal her mind and slow down his words. And to soften the blow.
“I’m not ready, Chris. It’s too fast; I can’t.”
He sighed loudly and stepped away from her, “Any other girl could,” he muttered as he ran his hands across his face in exasperation. 
“Excuse me?” Y/N stepped out of his grasp; the back of her knees hit the sofa behind her and she stumbled, catching herself on the armrest.
“Nothing.”
“No, no, by all means, go on, what was that about any other girl?”
Fully defensive now, Chris squared his shoulders at her, “I can get any girl in my bed, I don’t even have to try.”
“Unbelievable,” Y/N’s mouth hung open, “Why did you even come here?
“I came here for you!” He threw his hands up in the air before they dropped and loudly slapped against his thighs.  
“Did you come here for me or did you come here to fuck me?”
“I came– I didn’t–I wanted– Y/N,” he stuttered and looked at her helplessly. 
“Did you just come here to sleep with me, Chris?”
He was quiet, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish while he tried to gather his thoughts. 
“Christopher,” Y/N whispered, “why did you come here? What were you hoping for.”
“I don’t know.”
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force the tears welling in her eyes to stop falling. She was drunk, she was tired, she was overwhelmed, and she was highly emotional. She wanted to have this conversation with a clear head and when Chris was thinking clearly and not with Lil Chris. “I think you should go,” she forced herself to say.
“If I go, that’s it,” he said stubbornly, “this is the third time we’ve tried. If we fail this time, then I’m not coming back.”  
“Let’s talk with a clear head tomorrow, Chris,” she pleaded, “We’re both saying this we don’t mean tonight.”
“I mean everything I’m saying. It’s now or never.”
“Chris, please–”
“Now. Or never,” he annunciated very clearly as he watched tears streak down Y/N’s face. He didn’t mean it. Or at least sober Chris didn’t mean it. But Chris with too much beer in his system was stubborn, passionate, and a bit of an ass. If he walked out of here without her tonight, he wouldn’t try again. He’d put too much time and effort into trying for her already after she’d walked out seven years ago. He’d cried alone, he’d begged and pleaded with Annie, and he wouldn’t do it again. He’d leave her behind. He silently prayed that she’d back down because he knew he wouldn’t allow himself to be the one to break.  
“Chris,” she repeated quietly, “let’s meet tomorrow, please,” she moved towards him, reaching for his hands; the tiny sober part of his brain screamed at him when his stupid, drunken self yanked his hands away from her. 
“No. I guess it’s never then, Y/N,” he turned and moved quickly across the apartment to her door and flung open the deadbolt. He hesitated just long enough to hear her choke a sob before he stepped into the hallway.
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