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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)
The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (Dual POV)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Crude language. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!
W/C: 9.3k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.
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*immediately following part 12*
Reader POV
“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.”
You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water.
With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris.
Fuck. They know.
Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you.
You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man.
Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.”
“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out.
Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.”
Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward.
What the fuck?
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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (sneak peek)
The Boston Brute Series: Pt. 13 - Bye, Princess (Sneak Peek)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
A/N: I just finished pt 13, my brain is fried. that is all. this sneak peek and part are VERY angsty.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.
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He sat on the edge of your bed, looking over at you as you cried. “Don’t do this.”
A sob burst through your mouth as you pulled your knees up to your chest. Why did he have to know you so well?
Chris turned to face you, worry lines etched into his forehead and you longed to run your thumb over them. “Don’t do this, Y/N.”
You shook your head, avoiding his eyes and staring at the comforter on your bed. “Maybe we were stupid to think it could ever work,” you whispered.
He scrubbed a hand over his beard, “You don’t mean that.”
“Chris… Maybe it’s just… Not in the cards.” Every word that came out of your mouth was like a knife to the heart.
He stood, pacing the floor by the foot of your bed. “You don’t mean that, Y/N.” He said again, his voice stern. Chris came over, kneeling by your bed, his blue eyes glossy with tears. “Look at me.”
You shook your head, your eyes filling with tears. “Chris…”
“Look at me, Y/N.”
After taking a deep breath, you turned your head slightly, finally meeting his gaze.
“If that’s what you want, I’ll go. If it’s what you want, I’ll walk away right now. You look me dead in the eyes right now and tell me you don’t love me and you don’t want to make it work, I’ll leave. But you have to look me in the eyes and tell me this, Y/N.”
DUN DUN DUN……..Cliffhanger!
the boston brute series: pt. 12 - welcome to sudbury (dual pov)
The Boston Brute Series: Part 12 - Welcome To Sudbury (Dual POV)
Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)
Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.
Warnings: Crude language. Chris’s asshole father mentioned, parental abuse mentioned. There’s a police officer in this fic, too lol. Idk if that’s a trigger, but just to be safe. Lots of fluff and soft Chris. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!
W/C: 9.3k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.
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Chris POV
Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightened every time he drove past a mile marker, signaling you guys were one mile closer to Sudbury. His knuckles were way past the point of turning white and his fingers started to ache from the hold he had.
He’d kept the itinerary to himself for almost the entire drive, finally passing it over when you’d asked what the plans were and for some reason, he was more worried about your reaction to a meticulously planned out Christmas than facing his family.
His stomach turned when your eyes widened.
“There’s an itinerary?” You asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows. If he wasn’t so fucking nervous about how this weekend was going to go, he might’ve given himself a second to appreciate just how much he loved the way your feelings were so easily displayed through your expressions.
Christmas had always been a big deal to Lisa and he’d mentioned it in passing a few times, but Chris failed to inform you just how seriously she took it. Itinerary and all.
Your eyes narrowed at Chris. “Did you wait until we got on the road to tell me so I wouldn’t back out?”
His eyes flickered from you to the road nervously, trying to gauge your reaction. Busted. He should’ve known better. “No…” He lied, his voice unconvincing, even to himself.
“Christopher!” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you.”
He could tell by your tone that you were teasing and not actually upset with him, but he still felt bad. You told him you didn’t celebrate Christmas and that this would be the first time you’d spent any sort of holiday around a family and here he was basically throwing you to the wolves.
Chris reached over and squeezed your thigh gently. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He peeked over at you, smiling at the fake grin you had on your face. You were trying so hard not to show him just how worried you were because you also knew how worried he was about being around his family.
Which was stupid.
It’s his family.
He can spend a few days with his family. No big deal.
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the reader and chris meet for the first time at a dinner with shared joy. the reader notices chris directly and would like to get to know her better. the reader just thinks he is from the market since she heard the news that he is dating alba. only his family and friends know that alba and chris only have a personal relationship. chris tries to explain that to her
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Disclaimer: All characters, mentioned and referred to even those based on real people are entirely fictional. All characters and events are entirely works of fiction for the purpose on entertainment. I make no comment on those mentioned within the request or story. (Can't sue me now baby I'm a law school drop out 😘 )
Fuck fuck fuck. You were late, sooo beyond late for the Charity Gala. Security were mulling outside and in an attempt to save face and avoid having them open the large and very loud doors for your entrance you ripped off your heels clutching them in your hand with your bag as you raced up the stairs.
“You’re late…” Tommy, the security guard who got rostered on all the events in your city was at the door, eyes honed in on you with a devilish smirk. Tommy had gotten you out of many difficult situation and in return you’d sneak him beer to drink out the back.
“No shit Tommy.”
The security guard laughed “Don’t worry no one’s taking your spot, get in there.”
“You’re the best.” Giving him a quick hug
Muffled conversation filled the room as you made your way to your seat in between your work bestie, Nigel and… who the fuck was that?
“Always making an entrance.” Nigel leaned over to the mysterious stranger with dark hair who you couldn’t see the face of but you swooned at his booming laugh.
“I’m here! I’m here! Don’t fret!” You slid into your seat with a huff causing your bangs to raise slightly from the sudden gust.
“Omg when did you stop wearing shoes that’s not chic.” Nigel faux gasped. Realising you were still clutching them you quickly tried to manoeuvre your foot back into the all too expensive, uncomfortable heel under the table.
“I ran here.” You huffed at Nigel.
“That’s great sweetie good for you! Smashing those New Year’s resolutions! Now turn around and meet Chris.”
You were finally able to look up at the handsome celebrity, who looked thoroughly amused by your grand entrance and clunky movements.
The event was held annually to raise money for the arts and your work was a key sponsor but occasional celebrity appearances were nothing to make your jaw drop like this.
“Be nice…” Nigel whispered swiftly in your ear before he pranced off to socialise.
“I’ve heard lots about you.” He held out his hand for you to shake
“Good stuff I hope.” The corners of you mouth raised slightly as you returned the gesture. You never saw Chris Evans on the guest list and Nigel always handled the table seating, it was starting to became incredibly clear that the man who had listened to you rant on and on about your relationship status for years had pulled off the mother of all blind dates. That sneaky, conniving little bit-
“Nigel was telling me about how much you do for the artists you work with and quote how ‘You’re their God’…” You were pulled out of your train of thought by Chris smirking at the last line.
You finally were able to look at his face properly, the small signs of ageing present in the specks of grey in his beard and the wrinkle on his forehead. He was a borderline silver fox, still in his prime with obvious experience present in his face and demeanour.
But you weren’t going to let yourself swoon so easily. Memories flooded in of your recent girls night, as you all huddled around Instagram reading about his newest girlfriend who was conveniently not present.
She was young which was fine but your FBI level investigator friends were intricately telling you about her background like she was some girl from college. Her horrid behaviour towards waitstaff, her lack of work ethic and how little she cared about her projects, the tweets of her shaming anyone who wasn’t skinny and white - those ones hit hard. You were never the beauty type but that didn’t stop you from gaining the attention from men. But the idea of another woman shaming another for their looks made your skin crawl. She was the antithesis of everything you ever believed in; good manners, kindness and hard work. You believed people were a reflection of those who they surrounded themselves with. And as the memory recalled in your head you couldn’t help but feel icky at the man who while nice and polite probably felt little of you.
You felt to get through the night you’d definitely need a little help.
“Well not really, I just listen. People like when you hear them out. I feel like today that kind of personal aspect is lost in interactions.”
Great answer. Professional. Clear. Nailed it.
“Well I think they’re lucky to have someone like you. It’s great to see someone give people a platform to share their art.”
Your eyes diverted from his intense gaze as he spoke sincerely at you to one of your favourite people walking past with a large bottle of wine, the condensation on the sides told you it was white. Your favourite.
“Yeah it’s great, sorry just a second… pssst Geraldine!”
The elderly woman looked at you with a beaming smile on her face, immediately shuffling over to you.
“Hey! how are you girl?” You took her outstretched hand, squeezing it with happiness.
“Good! So happy to see you here - I’ll get you the good stuff this stuff… it’s no good!” She waved her finger at you, sticking her tongue a little.
“Thanks Gerry.” You smiled at her, appreciative of her and the gifts she brings. She was your version of God.
“You’re welcome darling!”
“You know the waitstaff by name?” His eyebrow raised and you prepared yourself for a snarky comment.
“They’re human too aren’t they?”
“No I agree I just have met very few people at stuff like this who aren’t so self absorbed with themselves to notice the people who are doing things for them.” You heart pinged a little at that comment, you started to soften in his presence. Catching yourself, you readjusted your posture, pulling your shoulders back.
“I dont believe you should treat people on their perceived importance, besides kindness pays and now we are all gonna be drinking the good stuff.” You raised your empty glass up, ready to receive the tasty confidence from a bottle.
“I’ll drink to that.” He raised his tumblr of dark liquor, clinking it to your now full glass, making eye contact as you both sipped.
You had nothing to lose and decided to have fun with this, already planning how you are going to recount this epic story of ego takedown to the girls.
“So Evans right?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Huh didn’t recognise you without your bucket hat.”
Chris scoffs “So you saw that huh?”
“Against my will but yes.”
“Well it was complicated.”
“Yeah I imagine hanging around models and c list celebrities all day is “complicated”.”
“I’m hanging around you aren’t I.”
“I’m not a model and I’m not complicated.”
“That surprises me.”
“You don’t know me near enough to be surprised.” You shake your head.
“No but I would like to.”
“Now THAT surprises me.”
“Seems you don’t like me very much based on what you’ve read.”
“I never I said I didn’t like you I just believe you are the company you keep and I don’t like your company.”
“That’s still an assumption.”
“Well screenshots live forever don’t they?” You gave him a sarcastic grin.
“You think I would know about those and still continue to hang around someone?”
“How could you not know, do you not know how to use Twitter?”
“During all your research I thought you would of realised I’m not the best with social media.” He laughed awkwardly.
“I didn’t research you, as I said ‘against my will’”
“Well we are both here now so ask away.” He gestured his drink outwards.
You bit your lip trying to decipher the bullshit from reality but every word he spoke sounded so earnest.
“Why do you date the same skinny actress just in different fonts every time?”
“Who said I dated all of them?”
“Fair enough.”
“Not every woman I’m pictured with I’m necessarily dating.”
“Why would you chose to hang around someone who is so…”
“Horrible?” He interjects
“I was going to say repulsive.”
“I don’t always have a choice.”
“That’s ridiculous you’re in your 30s.”
“40s… thank you but it’s the way of the game.”
“So you’re a coward?”
His jaw tightened at the suggestion and his playful gaze fell from his face.
“No I just haven’t found the right one.”
“Maybe because you’re going for the wrong ones.”
“Do you know what this industry is like? I’m constantly getting pushed into being around people that I don’t particularly like.”
You gestured around you with obviousness apparent on your face.
“Your job is different.”
“So now you’re saying my life is easy?”
“No I’m saying you don’t have 50 cameras in your face at once and people usually aren’t using you for what you have.”
You pursed your lips realising you’ve hit a nerve,
“You really didn’t know did you?”
“Nope. If I did I wouldn’t of taken it as far as it got. People are damn good at hiding their true-selves when it’s convenient but something tells me, you would never understand that.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well for starters, you came in late, expensive heels in hand - tells me you have good taste but are practical when need be.”
You nodded at the analyse.
“You’re nice to everyone you meet, I think about 50 people have walked past beaming at you which is a nice change to have the attention off me for once.”
“I’m just good at my job.”
“I don’t doubt it but you give it humility. Nigel told me all about what you do and he didn’t understate it.”
You blushed at your accolades particularly coming from the handsome actor.
“I think you can’t help but be anything but yourself and why would you when you’re so great? It’s endearing and a little bit intimidating.” He chuckled out that last line.
“So I’m asking, can we start over?” He leans in a little closer, placing his hand on your knee like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Yes.” You place your hand on his.
“But first… what if your type?” You quizzed.
“I’m looking at her.” He smirked at you.
After many speakers, more glasses of wine and an unspoken plate swap with Chris who graciously gave you his pasta after you starting drooling over it, the night was starting to become less formal and performers started to play covers of songs you couldn’t help but bop and sway to.
“Do you dance?” Chris asked casually
“Well yes but-.”
“Great!” He interjected, pushing out his chair and holding out his hand.
“Dance with me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good look, there’s photographers around and I know-“
“Omg woman just shut up and go dance with him!” Nigel nudged you out of your seat with Chris quick to steady you.
“You’re an asshole.” You faux sneered at him.
“And you’ll thank me Monday.” He gave you a smug smile.
Chris walked you both to the makeshift dance floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist as you swayed softly.
“So what do you think?” He quipped
“The Gala is going great, no major issues everyone looks like they’re having a good time.” You looked around nervously at a few curious eyes on you two.
“About me I meant.”
“Oh! Well… I’m 80% convinced.”
“Convinced of what?”
“That you’re not an ass.”
“That’s promising.”
“Well I’m not easy to sway.”
“Didn’t think you would be.” He purred at you.
You bodies were moving in a slow sway, Chris taking the lead as you melted into his arm as he moved you around the floor.
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
“Dancing?”
“No being seen with me.”
“What’s so wrong with it?”
“People still think you’re dating her.”
“And? Now they won’t and for good reason.”
“And I was the perfect choice?”
“You weren’t a factor in the plan but if you must know a news report from a “close friend” is due to come out in…” He checks his watch behind your shoulder.
“12 hours that her and I called it quits.”
“So how do I come into it?”
“You’re just the beautiful woman I met at a charity ball days after a break up that turned out to be my future wife.” He was grinning now.
“You’re ridiculous you know that?”
“Maybe, but I still want to see you again.”
“80% Evans.”
“Well do you think it’ll be at 90% by next Wednesday?”
“Possibly why?”
“Cause that’s when I’m taking you out… lean back.”
He dramatically dips your body down near the floor never letting an inch of hair even come close to the ground, pulling you back up slowly so your bodies are closer than ever.
You were slightly panting now as he eyes raked your face for a sign of agreement.
“You’re a little too good at this aren’t you?”
“I use to do Tap.”
“No with swooning women.”
“Well if it helps you’re harder to crack than most.”
“Keep it that way.”
He spins you out, only for you to spin back in, your back towards his chest as his arms wrap around your stomach securely. His nose dragging along your cheek.
“So Wednesday?”
“It’s a date.” You move around, hands now landing on his strong chest, his arms clutching your waist protectively, scared if he loosens his grip you’ll somehow disappear into thin air.
“Would you mind being the front page of a gossip magazine?”
You looked at him confused “Yes why?”
“Because I really want to kiss you but there’s a guy with a camera just over your left shoulder.”
“Can he see my face?”
“No.”
“Is he filming?”
“Photographer so don’t think so.”
“Could you make him delete it?”
“Definitely.” He grinned.
With that you leaned up a little closer, putting your weight on your toes and placing a soft kiss on his warm plump lips, seeing a sudden flash of white light through closed eyelids you pulled out a little flushed, biting your lip as brush rose to your cheeks.
“Make him send that to me before he deletes it.”
“Whatever you want.” He leaned down for another kiss.
Hi there. I just read yes no maybe both parts, and i loved it! It was so well written. Love everything about it. Since request are open can i ask first sex for Chris and reader? When it's her first time. She has waited for the one.
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A/N: Happy New Year! First one of 2023 and I must say I'm very happy with it if I do say myself but feedback is always welcome. 💕☘️
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pain during sex, sex, orgasm, P in V
You fiddled with your hands nervously in the black car.
Chris had generously brought you out to LA for the week, you had been talking on FaceTime and over the phone for over 2 months now.
Making it 2 months since you’d last seen him and 2 months since you’ve had his lips on you.
You don’t think you’ve ever been on a holiday where you did so little planning, he’d organised everything from the flight to the car, you just had to show up with your bags.
You had landed a little after sunset and thanks to the comfy first-class seat you were well rested and just excited to meet Dodger for the first time.
The elephant of the room sat in the back of your head, a looming force reminding you of the make-or-break situation that the future of you and Chris hanged on. You were a virgin.
It’s not like you were lacking in offers from suitors it’s just that it was never right for you, wrong location, wrong guy, wrong underwear, too drunk, too tired, too bored.
You had done anything else but that final threshold of having a dick inside of you was yet to be crossed, and why else would Chris spend all this money and fly you out if it wasn’t for the expectation for a little hanky panky?
It’s not like you didn’t want the gorgeous man on top of you. That was all you could think about the last two months whenever he’d send a photo without a shirt on or if he’d send a bit of a suggestive text. God, it was all you thought about.
But what if it turned him off?
Taking someone’s virginity may not be a lot to some guys but what if he thought you were some inexperienced prude?
What if didn’t want you to get really attached to your first time, but who were you kidding you were already attached.
The sex would probably just make you a sappy begging mess. That’s if he does. Worst case he tells you to get the fuck out and find your own way home. But he wouldn’t do that…
Would he?
“We are here ma’am.” The driver pulled you out of your train of anxious thought, parking in the driveway of a luxurious house that was definitely trying to sell itself as modest. Single story. So modest. If it wasn’t in the most expensive suburb of Hollywood and completely gated. You looked out the window to see Chris jogging out of the house towards your door. Your stomach flipped seeing him. He looked so… cool. In sweats and a T-shirt. You suddenly felt extremely overdressed in your casual dress and sandals. He was in sweatpants for God sakes! But he looked absolutely delicious and less tired than he did 2 months ago. He seemed calmer, more relaxed, and absolute overjoyed to see you.
He opened your door “Hey pretty lady! You made it.” You got out of the car opting for a hug because at this stage your relationship was still undefined, and you didn’t want to come off too strong by planting a big fat kiss on his plump pink lips.
“I made it!” Omg you’re an idiot.
He pulled you in close, sneaking a whiff of your hair.
“Was the flight, ok?”
“It was the best flight I’ve ever been on. So much leg room!”
“Yeah the first class seats a pretty comfortable.”
“Thank you again it was very generous but you didn’t have to.”
“I want you comfortable so yes I had to.” He thanked the driver pulling your bags out of the trunk.
Taking them and wheeling them up the driveway, you inched towards your bags, but he quickly shielded them from you “Hey no I got it.” You followed him to the front door where he stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
“Just warning you, when I open this door, you will get attacked.”
“I’m ready” you were grinning like an idiot, excited to see the pup in the flesh
“if he’s too much I’ll pull him off you.”
“Please don’t.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He shook his head opening the door just a crack, but it wasn’t long between Dodger wiggled his way out, immediately going to sniffing and pawing at your legs, licking every surface he saw.
“Oh hello! Hi puppy! Hi! Hi! Hey.. how are you?” You crouched down to be met with more puppy kisses.
“Hey hey Dodge easy I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet.” Chris pulled him lightly by the collar. You looked at him smirking as blush rose to your cheeks.
You rose, pecking him on the cheek. “More where that came from Evans.” He chuckled, leading you into the foyer with Dodged staunchly between your legs.
“Did you eat already?”
“I did, food was better than I get on the ground sometimes” reminiscing on the 5-star meal you had in the air.
“Well can I get you a drink then? I have wine, beer, spritz...”
“Beer is fine.”
“Geez a woman after my own heart.”
Your bags abandoned in the foyer you followed him into the modern kitchen as he fetched two beers from the fridge, pulling off the cap with his teeth.
“Omg you’re gonna crack your teeth!”
“Veneers.” He grinned at you, cap between his front teeth as he spat it onto the counter.
“No way!”
“Yep but don’t tell anyone.” He winked at you, handing you the ice-cold drink.
“It’s a nice night why don’t we sit outside?” You nodded, sipping your drink as you made your way outside and settled on the plush outdoor couch.
Chris right next to you, falling with a sigh.
“Soooo…”
“So.”
“There’s a guest bedroom if you’d like, has a bathroom and everything I did it up for you. But I was kind of hoping you’d sleep in my bed but if you don’t want to…” You bit your lip at the suggestion.
“I want to it’s just-“
“Yeah no sorry too soon I didn’t want to pressure you or anything.”
“No it’s not that like I want to sleep with you. Badly” his eyes lit up your statement
“I promise I don’t bite.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did I’ve just… I’ve never… slept with anyone before.”
“Oh so you have a habit of sneaking out when the deed is done… should I lock the doors then?” He chuckled, holding the bottle to his mouth.
“No Chris, I haven’t had sex… with anyone.”
“Wow.” A silence fell over you two.
“Yeah I know it’s embarrassing.”
“No, its not, definitely not embarrassing. I’m just kind of shocked no one has gone there before I mean… god you’re gorgeous.”
“It’s not that they haven’t tried I’m just… picky.”
“Would you want me to be your first time? I mean I’d be honoured but I understand if you want to save it for someone special.”
“I think you’re pretty special.” You smirked at him.
“Well how about we sit down here for a little and then we can go inside.” He placed his hand delicately on your thigh, rubbing it softly.
You leaned over towards his ear “I’ve wait this long why are you gonna keep me waiting longer?” You purred.
His ears went red, immediately jumping up and pulling you up, wrapping his arms around you “we’ll go as slow as you want.”
“Thank you but I think I’m more than ready.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips, putting his hand on your face, inching your neck back a little to deepen the kiss.
“Come on.” He led you inside towards the bedroom door.
Dodger behind you two “Nah-uh, Dodger stay.” Chris told him, before he had a chance to sneak in with you two. The pup wined a little, falling on his stomach. “Sorry buddy adults only.” You sulked at him.
You sat with Chris on the edge of the bed, side by side, his hand sliding to your waist as his softly palmed the fabric of your dress.
“So how far have you gone?”
“Everything but.”
“Ok great so you won’t mind if I slip this thing off.” His hands went to the edge of your dress. “You first.” You stopped his hands, eyeing him.
He groaned, getting up and ripping off his shirt.
This was your first time seeing him shirtless in the flesh and you couldn’t help your mouth fall agape as your eyes widened, looking at the intricate tattoos covering his chest. You were desperate to the trace them. Pulling off his sweats, revealing some basic Calvin Kleins, with a large, hard cock straining against them.
He winked at you “Happy with your choice?” You just nodded shyly as he scooted back onto the bed next to you.
Hands going to the hem of your dress as he pulled it over your head revealing your matching black lace set.
“Matching? You definitely planned this.”
You slapped his chest as he eased you back onto the pillows.
Mouth falling to yours as he kissed you deeply, hands falling to your hips, grabbing you softly yet firmly. His mouth fell to your jaw, peppering kisses and nipping at the skin of your neck as he made his way towards your bra.
“As pretty as this is...” he toyed with the lace edging, “Can I take it off?” He looked up at you, hands grabbing the two breasts.
You just nodded as he smoothed his hands around your back, sitting up a little to allow him to expertly undo the clasp;
“You’ve definitely done that before.”
“Practise makes perfect baby.” He purred against your lips going into kiss you. His tongue moved down towards your breasts, lightly sucking at the skin of your now erect nipples. You moaned, body instinctively moving into his.
“Jesus… so perfect baby.” He left out a muffled groan while your tit sat delicately in his warm mouth. Moving towards your stomach, his movements slowed as he explored your bare skin with his fingertips, leaving a soft, wet trail of kisses towards your panties. He pressed his nose against your covered groin, inhaling your sweet scent. Licking at your inner thigh, your hands falling to his head, pushing him further giving him all the encouragement he needed to slowly pull off your panties. Mouth immediately returning to your folds as his tongue explored the insides of your oasis. Licking and sucking at your sensitive, erect clit, leaving you a moaning mess. It felt like he was between your legs for hours, making sure you were a soaking, moaning mess for him.
“Good girl, god you taste so good baby.” Cumming onto his tongue, he continued to suck up and spit out your precious juices.
Your hands aimlessly travelled towards his cock desperate to feel his length in your hand.
“Nah-uh baby tonight’s about you.” He loomed over your now naked figure on his bed, drinking in the sight of you.
“You can make up for it later.” He whispered in your ear as he sucked on your lobe. He broke the contact monetarily to finally release his now pulsating member, hard and erect with veins pulsating along the length. He was thick with a round, cut bulbous head. Your eyes widened at the sight of it in all its glory, gulping at what was soon to be your fate.
“We’ll go slow.” He assured you, trying to ease the hesitation in your eyes. He sat over you, hands reaching towards his bedside table pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Slowly and delicately, he squirted the sticky liquid into his hand, rubbing it over his length in a teasing rhythmic fashion. Hands falling to your pussy, he slowly pushed a singular digit in, easing the lube in and out as you withered under his touch. Using his outer fingers to rub it on your folds, slowly adding a second finger to stretch you out;
“fuck you’re tight baby”
“No shit I’m a virgin” you choked out through moans
“Shit I almost forgot” he chuckled sheepishly.
Slipping in a third finger seamlessly, his other hand working your clit trying to inch you to a second orgasm. Your hand clawed at his forearm at the sheer feeling of you being stretched by his fingers.
“Oh god Chris.”
“Gotta make sure you’re all ready for me.”
“Are your fingers the same size?”
“Unfortunately… or fortunately… not.” Your head fell back to the pillow as you took in a deep breathe “I’m ready”
“Are you sure cause we have the whole week we can-“
“Stop talking.” You pulled his head in for another passionately, sloppy kiss.
“Ok ok… shhh. Now, it’s gonna sting at first, for a little bit it’ll feel better if I move, but I’m not gonna move unless you say so and if it really fucking hurts say chocolate and I’ll stop.” You nodded at his instruction. As he positioned his now wrapped head at your core, making sure you were both overly lube up.
He pushed his head against your tight hole, he moved inwards slightly earning a groan from you
“Ooft”
“You ok?” You nodded, gritting your teeth a little at his size.
“Is it all in?”
“That was the head baby.”
“Fuck.”
“Hey it’s ok I’m not gonna move until you tell me to.” You lay like that for a moment, Chris leaving soft kisses on your décolletage.
“Move.” You told him.
He pushed in a couple of more inches, 3/4 of the way in at this point. Your body jolted at the sudden sensation of being stretched beyond belief, the sting he warned you about forming in your insides.
“You wont believe me but look really beautiful right now.” He was staring at you in the eyes now, a small smile on his lips as he watched you bite your bottom lip, sweat forming your forehead.
“I’m gonna kiss you while I push the rest in it’ll help distract you does that sound ok baby?” You nodded, pawing at his neck, desperate to taste him again.
You gasped into his mouth at the final push, him now sitting tightly between your fold, stretching against your walls.
You winced slightly at the feeling of being fully stuffed. His lips fell to the tears that you didn’t realise had fallen, kissing your cheek and tasting the salty liquid, “Hey you’re doing so well baby, you’re ok.”
You stayed like that for a while, adjusting your insides to his length.
“Move.”
“You sure?” You confirmed the statement by leaning into kiss him as he started his slow short thrusts, staying firmly inside of you and only moving enough to get you adjusted to the feeling. After a couple of minutes of just that and more passionate kissing, the sting subsided, making way for a new sensation of pleasure and fullness.
“Oh wow, holy shit.” You breathed out
“Good?” He looked up at you searching for reassurance
“Really good.” You smiled at him, moaning again at his movements
“Do you want me to go a little faster?”
“Please.” You begged out, with that his thrusts turned more natural, as he moved in and out of you, hips pressing against yours as you started to adjust to the rhythm of his drive. Slowly accumulating to the feeling of hot, delicious, pleasurable sex. Chris’s pants grew as he supported himself by his forearms over you. Continuing his assault of his lips over your face and mouth. Deepening the kisses when he hit your cervix, swallowing each other’s moans you grew confident enough to move your hips upwards slightly, allowing a new angle for both of you.
“Jesus Christ baby that feels fucking amazing.” Proud at your first foray into Sex Goddess status you continued to match his thrusts with a nudge of your hips. Your buttocks squeezing together as the coil in your stomach tightened when his head would hit your G-spot, a previously undiscovered spot of pleasure for you. You fell into a moaning mess begging for a release from what was sure to be an explosive orgasm
“Chris, I’m gonna cum, omg please don’t stop.” You moaned loudly.
“I’m gonna cum too where you want it?”
“Just cum in me please.”
“Oh god Y/N” he let out a guttural moan with his final thrust into you, shooting out his cum as you creamed over his cock.
Slowly pulling out gently, you whined at the loss of contact. He collapsed in a heap of heavy breaths beside you. Both of you now, spent from the intimate and passionate activity. He got up towards the bathroom, you heard the water running but with your eyes blurry from the orgasm still, you didn’t think you could find the strength to lift your head. Suddenly you felt the cool press of a wet rag against your heat, sopping up the mixture of your cum and lube. You opened your eyes to see him gently cleaning you up with the soft cotton towel. “That was-“ you breathed out. “Amazing.” He smirked at you.
“Happy with your first time?”
“As long as it’s not the last.”
“Oh, it won’t be, but you do need to pee first… here.” Chris held out his hand, easing you up out of your euphoric state, up to your legs. Placing you gently, on the toilet seat, you sat loopy from your orgasm. Chris leaned against the sink, watching you with a smug smirk
“A little privacy?” You looked up at you, lazily covering your chest.
“Nope I need to make sure you pee.”
“You’re a freak.”
“It’s going to take a lot from you to get rid of me.”
“Lucky I’m planning on keeping you around.” You blew him a kiss.
Chris brought you breakfast in bed the next morning, softly rubbing the sore spots you had never felt before as you ate. Ravenous after a beautiful passionate night.
You moved to get out of bed, wanting to inspect yourself in the mirror.
“Y/N I wouldn’t try and wal-“ With the final word, your legs gave out like jelly and you plopped onto the soft carpet with a dramatic ow falling from your mouth.
“Walk.” Chris finished, coming around to help you up.
“How did you know that was gonna happen?” You asked as he grabbed your hands, pulling you back onto the bed.
“You’re not the first.” He grumbled.
Hehehe you buy velvet legging hehehe but you’re in public ish so no smutt can he keep his hands off your leggings?
Tik Tok Leggings
A/N: The thought of velvet.. on my skin is just 🤢 so instead we are doing those Amazon leggings, I know you wont complain you love me too much xo 💕☘️
“Y/N! Let’s go” Chris called up the stairs at you as he waited and fastened Dodger’s leash to his collar.
You came thumping down the stairs, holding your poorly supported chest, covered in a simple V-neck tee. Chris looked up at you, but his eyes didn’t leave your legs. You had been together for a while meaning Chris knew every single item in your closet but the leggings you had on, he was sure he had never seen before.
The fabric wrapped around your thighs tightly, the waistband was the firm back support you needed, coming up over your hips snuggly, meaning you didn’t have to be constantly pulling up your pants and the skin-tight fabric sat comfortably on your skin.
“Oh, wait my phone!” You stopped in the middle of stairs, making your way back. Chris eyes widened at the sight of the ass shaping leggings, perfectly curving inwards onto your crack, shaping the two wide cheeks and giving you false Brazilian Butt Lift. Chris had seen your ass many times, in different angles and leggings and skirts and dresses but he had never seen it like this before. Goddamn Amazon.
You came back down moments later, he had dropped Dodger’s leash and his mouth hang agape as he watched you, tongue threatening to spill past his lips as he dragged it against the inner part of his curved, bottom lip. Eyes wide and dark like dinner plates.
“What?” You looked at him quizzically.
“Those... um... leggings.. they new?” he stuttered out with a gulp.
“Oh these” You turned your hips slightly towards, allowing him a new angle to ogle you at.
“Yeah Amazon, I saw them online and they’re super comfortable… do they look ok?” You crooked your head a little, trying to reach an answer to his dumbstruck face.
Chris just simply nodded hastily, reaching down to grab the leash off the floor, that had landed close to your feet. He noses pressed briefly against your hips before you jolted down.
“I got it!” Dodger moved behind you, forcing you to bend over in front of Chris, turning your body and presenting your ass towards him. That was it.
“We aren’t going.” He said sternly.
“What? No, we are, Dodge needs a walk, and you promised me coffee.” You pouted, lifting the leash into your hand and bypassing Chris towards the front door.
“Snap out of whatever is with you right now you’re being weird.” You huffed, letting Dodger lead you outside.
Chris groaned, biting his knuckles, and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. Knowing the next hour was going to be torturous.
He walked a couple of steps behind you, admiring the view of your ass, every step caused a ripple of jiggle as you walked side by side with Dodger. He was hypnotised, worried he’d trip if he didn’t keep a steady conscious right now.
Chris jogged a little to catch up to you both, his hand falling to your lower back innocently as you bypassed neighbours and strangers going about their day.
Slowly as you walked, with his head looking back slightly to get a view, would his hand fall incriminating lower, feeling the fabric against his palm as he softly patted the round of your ass, smoothing over your left cheek.
“What are you doing?” You stopped in the street.
“The leggings.” He growled.
“Yes, leggings, they’re leggings Christopher.”
“Yeah, well these leggings look like a second skin on you, and I don’t know what it is, but I have this relentless need to bite your ass and then rip the fabric off.”
Now it was your turn to be shocked.
“Really? Is it that bad omg that’s embarrassing.”
“It’s far from embarrassing baby.”
“Chris the paps could be anywhere you have to be careful.”
“Yeah, I know but just give me one squeeze and I’ll try and keep it PG for the rest of walk.”
You rolled your eyes “Fine.”
His hand immediately glided towards your waist, inching his way to the thick, prominent mound that was your ass cheek, taking as much mass as he could in his hands, he gave a rough squeeze, palming the skin in his hand a little, forcing it to jiggle up and down. His breathe ragged against your cheek as he watched his hand rhythmically play with you over your shoulder. “Jesus Christ have mercy.” He breathed out.
“Ok ok.” You pushed him back.
“Y/N, can we please go home now?” He was begging at this point, and you could see the slight straining bulge under his workout shorts.
You rolled your eyes “Ok ok but you have to make me a coffee.”
“I’m buying you a new pair.” He looked at you, not a hint of humour in his voice.
“Why? They’re brand new!”
“You’ll see. Heck, I’ll buy you a pair in every colour. Throw out everything else you own.” He was smirking now.
“You’re an animal.” You rolled your eyes.
“Baby you haven’t even see the worst of what I’m about to do to you.” His whispered in your ear, handing stealing another squeeze as you made your way back to the house.
I’m in Chwarge
A/N: Smashing out requests but here’s a little blurb in the meantime 💕☘️
You stood in front of the flashing lights, grinning though you couldn’t see anything. Chris’s hand tight on your waist as you both posed for the photo. The photographers started shouting “Chris solo shot! Girlie move!” So you took that as your cue to move away but before you could, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards him tightly.
“Hey! where you going?”
“You need to get solos baby.” You rested a hand on his chest.
“They don’t tell you what to do… I do.” With that he looked to the side at the crowd, grumbling at the audacity to tell his girl what to do. He put his hand between your faces, blocking the view as he placed a kiss on your lips, easing your mouth open with his tongue, he slipped his gum into your mouth, you felt the sudden minty taste on your tongue. You gasped, Chris pulled out with a smirk. His hand moved down your lower back, palming a handful of your ass.
Leaning in closer to your ear “Meet me in my green room in 10. Got it?” You nodded a little, biting your lip. He pulled down his sunglasses a little, winking at you.
He watched as you sauntered away, chewing casually, your hips moving in a hypnotising fashion.
You didn’t look back but you heard his signature whistle at you.
Request if possible. Eating out/ Banging in kitchen.
Cookie
A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️
WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V
Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.
“Stop stop stop!”
“What? you said add flour!”
“I said add a cup not the whole container.”
“Oooh shit sorry baby.” He smiled at you sheepishly, flour now covering the counter and Chris’s shirt and hands.
“Gosh now I’m all dirty.” He said in a sarcastic annoyance. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his intricate tattoos all over his torso. He sighed as he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the counter.
You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of him but trying to resist his clear attempt at turning you on. “We are making cookies Christopher.”
“They’re not going anywhere.” He closed the space between you, mouth going to your shoulder and trailing up to your jaw with sloppy kisses “I can name something that would taste much sweeter.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he pulled your arms apart and placed them on his shoulders, eager for you to hold him close.
His hands went down to your waist, inching under your ass, squeezing as his pulled you on top of the counter.
“Let’s make this more even shall we.” He slipped your knit dress off your body, your tits bounced free with the final pull of the fabric over your head.
“Tsk tsk no panties, naughty girl.” Chris crouched down in front of you placing soft kisses on your thighs, forcing your legs open by your knees.
Immediately sliding his tongue up and down your slit.
“Chris baby don’t tease.” You begged
“As you wish cookie.” He smirked up at you
His beard tickled your inner thighs as his tongue explored the hole within your folds. Sucking lightly with his lips on your swollen clit. He lapped up the juices of arousal flowing out of you, slurping them up and spitting them back, getting you wet and excited. Your hand fell to his head, pushing him closer to your core as you moaned his name, in a singular motion he moved you closer to the edge. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving himself up to be level with you.
His fingers thrusted inside of you vigorously.
“Open your eyes baby” he cooed. Your mouth latched onto him as he swallowed your moans, warm liquid shot onto his hands and fell to the floor with a splash as you squirted in ecstasy, eyes bulging and your mouth agape, holding onto Chris’s shoulders for support as your body threatens to fall back in pleasure.
“I got you baby, good girl, cum on my fingers baby, God… that’s so hot baby.” He slowed down the motion of his fingers, pulling out slowly.
“You ready or you need a minute baby?” Chris looked at your eyes, care across his face.
“I want you now.” You pulled his mouth onto yours by his chin
He chuckled into your kiss, loving your eagerness.
He pulled down his sweats, pumping himself a little as he positioned his rock hard cock at your entrance.
You watched as the veins in his hands flexed, resting your forehead on his as you both watched the repetitive motion. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation of his girth.
He ran it tauntingly between your folds, you groaned at the sudden touch on your sensitive clit.
“Beg for it.” His eyes darkened as he purred at you.
“Please baby, I need it.”
“What do you need sweetheart, use your words.”
“Daddy’s cock in me.”
“Hmmm good girl.” With that he slipped his whole size into you. You gasped at the sudden contact as his tip brushed your cervix.
He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move agonisingly slow, in and out, this time avoiding going too far before he met your gspot.
“Chris please fuck me baby.”
“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed you back slightly, you laid your back on the cool marble tiles as Chris pulled your legs up over his shoulders, exposing you both to a whole new angle. His fingers bruising into your fleshy thighs, holding you steady as he aggressively thrusted in and out. You were a moaning mess of “yes” and “don’t stop” as Chris grunted with every harsh thrust against your core. The quick pace put constant friction against your sensitive core, not allowing it a moment that wasn’t free from intense pleasure.
“Oh god baby I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too don’t stop.” You cried.
He pulled you back up closer to him, wanting your hot skin against his chest, as your hard nipples pressed against his pecks, your tits bouncing up and down vigorously with the sudden thrusts.
Your nails digged into his back, scratching red lines into his skin. You grabbed onto his ass to pull him in closer, wanting him to release deeply into you.
With a final thrust, you both cum in unison. Panting as you caught your breathe after the intense session of passionate lovemaking.
You threw your head back with a deep sigh
“God, now I really want a cookie.” You looked at Chris, exhausted, puppy dog eyes staring at his content smirk.
Chris roared with laughter
“Fuck it I’ll buy you whatever cookies you want just come shower with me.” As he lifted you up towards the bathroom.
Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹
Trust Me?
A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️
YOUR POV
It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time.
Because they were right.
Like always.
This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you.
It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious.
You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been.
When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was.
The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory.
He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.
Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage. The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it.
He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door.
It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm.
CHRIS’S POV
Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight?
Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.
God, Jeans, she wants to kill me.
Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous.
“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks.
“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her.
“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.”
“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too.
That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect.
“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it.
“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.
“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows.
“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”
“They wish now get it.”
She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it.
YOUR POV
“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”
“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”
“Very funny.”
“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you.
You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.
“Do you not trust me?”
“Not really no.”
“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.
“Oh, bite me.” You groaned.
“Gladly.” He smirked.
You laughed off his advances.
“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city.
“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.
“Thought you lived here?”
“Yet, I’ve never been here.”
“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”
“Fair enough.”
Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car.
“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.
You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down.
“You trust me now remember.”
“Fine.”
You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours.
You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms.
“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you.
A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light.
A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen.
“Omg.” You gasped.
“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.” The man grinned sheepishly at you.
“Chris it’s… too much.”
“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”
You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!”
“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair.
The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.
“Ok, first pet?”
“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”
“Your turn, favourite movie.”
“Don’t laugh.”
“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.
“<Insert fave romcom>”
“I was supposed to be in that movie.”
“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.
“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.
“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.
Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.
“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders. Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you.
“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket.
“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes.
“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.
“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you.
“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.
“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”
“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy.
“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”
“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”
“Really?”
“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.”
You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.
“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”
“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces.
“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.”
You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you.
You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something.
“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms.
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Oh oh! What about Chris Evans finds out that he is going to be a dad for the first time!!!!!
Bubba
A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️
You hand fell to your mouth in a gasp as you eyed the little blue line on the stick in front of you. Tears well in your eyes. You were pregnant.
Chris and you had been trying for months, it was a lot of good sex but also a lot of “maybe next month.” In anticipation of the red line. You and Chris were looking into IVF and were going to enquire about it next month. No matter what it took, you both were going to make sure you had the first of many babies.
It couldn’t have come at a better time, with Chris due to arrive home from filming tomorrow night and you knew the perfect way to tell him.
“Honey I’m home.” He sung out as you heard the sound of a roller bag and jangling keys.
You jumped from your seat in the living, Dodger, on your lap, tail wagging with excitement.
Dodger hadn’t left your side since Chris left, 2 weeks ago. Sure, he was always cuddly and cute, but he wouldn’t stop following you around and would whine whenever you’d leave the house or go to the bathroom. Something told you; he knew even before you did.
You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you.
“Hold, good boy.” The pup delicately grabbed the stick in his mouth.
“Dodger stays, ok honey?” You whispered to the pup. Making your way out to the entryway to meet Chris.
“There’s my girl.” Chris pulled you into a dramatic kiss, your back arching to give him more access to your mouth.
“How you feeling?”
“Pretty good, you?”
“Happy to be home so I can snuggle my favourite girl and-.”
His head shot up in curiosity, he pinged the lack of puppy excitement, no dog nails clacking on the floorboards.
“Dodger… where are you buddy?”
With the sound of his dad’s voice booming through the house, Dodger came bulldozing into the foyer.
“Hey buddy, hey hey! I’m home.” Chris let you go, crouching down to meet his furry friend.
“Hey what you got there? That a new toy?” Chris grabbed the plastic from the dog’s mouth, unwrapping its tight seal to figure out what the hell was underneath.
“What the hell is this, Y/N, did you-“
You could see the gears in his head turning as he registered the stick in front of him, blue cap and white long body, he had seen one of these before, plenty of times in the last month but one thing made this particular test different. Two sharp red lines.
“No way.” He whispered.
“No fucking way.” You stood off to the side, hands nervously fidgeting as Dodger, unaware of what was going on, thrashed his head between the two of you wondering if he had done a good job.
Chris finally looked up to face you, eyes already becoming red and watery at the news.
“You’re pregnant.”
“Well, yes, but I haven’t gone to the doctors yet but I did it yesterday and I didn’t want- OMG.” Not letting you finish, Chris pulled you into him, lifting you off the ground.
“We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents!” He jumped around with you in his arms ecstatic at the news.
Promptly falling out of his haze of excitement into dad mode;
“Oh my god! Wait you’re pregnant sorry… sorry… sorry little bean, you, ok? That was, ok? Do you need to sit down? Was I too rough?” His arms falling softly to your waist, inching towards your soft stomach, eyes filled with concern.
“I’m ok haha I’m only a couple of weeks according to the test.”
Pulling you into his arms, his hand falling to stroke your hair.
“Jesus, I knew you looked more beautiful than when I last saw you but wow you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world Y/N, I’m going to be a dad… finally.”
He choked up at the final statement, all he had ever wanted was right in his arms at this very moment and he didn’t know whether to cry from joy or continue jumping from excitement.
You cranked your head up to look at him, smiling with glee at his reaction. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You said, earnestly.
“You. Are going to be an amazing mom.” He beamed at you, seriousness laced in his voice, believing every word he spoke.
“Thanks baby… Doctor’s appointment is Friday, it’s not an ultrasound just a test to confirm.”
“I still want to go. Every appointment, baby shop, birthing class, private doula… whatever you need from this moment on I will be there.”
“I don’t think I could do it without you there, I’m beside myself with nerves.”
“You’ll be a natural… have you told ya ma?”
“No, you’re the first person to know… besides Dodger, little bubbas hasn’t stop following me around.”
“Good boy, keeping bubba safe.” Dodger beamed at the praise he so desperately needed from his master.
“Do you want to tell people yet or wait? Up to you honey.” Chris stroked your arm, lovingly.
You couldn’t help but appreciate how selfless he was about it all. You know the next 9 months that if you said jump, he’d say how high.
“I kinda want to just stay in this little bubble for a bit… all 4 of us you know? To be sure.”
“Sounds perfect my dear.” He planted a kiss on your lips, then crouched down.
“I love you already.” He whispered on your clothed belly, placing a delicate kiss as you ran your hands through his hair.
A request where reader has big breasts and chris loves to put his c*ck between and fuck it. Boobjob, blowjob, spitting, nipple tease/pinch
Can't Believe They're Real
A/N: From one big titty girl to another; enjoy. 💕☘️
You pulled your heels off, supporting your weight on the doorway of your shared bedroom with Chris.
“What are you looking at?” You glared playfully at Chris taking off his watch at the dresser.
“That dress.”
“What about you it?”
“Your tits.”
“You’re obsessed.”
“Rightfully so.” He came up towards you, undoing his top button. Leaning down, placing a warm kiss onto your lips.
His hands going to your waist to pull you closer as his mouth drew down towards your chest.
Pushing aside the fabric to reveal your bare double F breasts, bouncing for joy, now released from the confines of the fabric, supporting their sheer mass.
“Jesus they’re so big... can’t believe they’re real” He murmured against the supple skin.
“Not like you haven’t seen them before.”
“They amaze me every time.” He kissed your areola, narrowly avoiding the hard tip of your nipple.
“Give me my milk momma.” He smirked at you, his mouth engulfing as much your boob as he could fit in his hungry mouth. He swirled around the circle, taking his time as he nibbled and sucked, feeling the nib harden in his mouth.
You moaned in pleasure before you could scold him for the crude remark.
“Go lie down on the bed.”
He slapped your ass, guiding you to the bed.
Your hair fell back across the pillow, landing with a thud, as Chris nudged you onto the mattress. Waisting no time he mounted you, his lips returning to yours as he palmed your breast in his hands.
“So fucking beautiful baby.” He moaned into your mouth.
Sitting up, he quickly fiddled with his pants, pulling them down and moving his knees on either side of your chest. His knees resisting the gravity of your breasts to fall on either side, creating a gaping crater separating the two enlarged masses of fat.
Spitting straight between the valley of your breast, he continued to lick and suck at the area.
Grabbing a bottle off his bedside table, he squirted a small trickle of massage oil onto your boobs.
“Fuck I have never seen a better sight.” He groaned as he massaged his favourite stress balls.
You boobs glistening in the light of your bedside table.
Positioning his cock in your valley and grabbing as much as your boobs as he could, he cushioned his cock into a cocoon of your tits. Slowly, he started thrusting into the glorious tight, crevice of your inner boobs.
Deciding to support your lover’s adventurous endeavour, you forced your chin to your neck, opening your mouth and stealing licks of his bulbous head as it appeared.
“Jesus’ baby what are you doing to me?” You gazed up at him innocently as the speed of his thrusts continued.
Not wanting to leave you out of the fun, he grabbed the hard nipple between his finger and his thumb, twisting ever so slightly back and forth like he was tuning a radio.
“Oh my god Chris!”
“Shhh baby just enjoy it, let daddy take care of you.”
As he roughly manhandled your nipple, continuing his assault between your smoshed together boobs, he increased his pace, using your boobs like another hole in which he wanted to conquer.
Finally, you felt the warm liquid release fall onto your chin, tasting the salty droplets that landed in your mouth, most of it forming a Pollock painting on your boobs, now featuring warm, sticky opaque streaks.
Chris reached across grabbing his phone, taking a picture of the masterpiece he just created on your chest.
“I’ll never get sick of these.” He purred
“You don’t say?” You quipped back, giggling at his infatuation with your chest.
Procrastinating
Your girl needed a break from her writing marathon and I saw this trend on the ticky tok ages ago and thought it would be so funny to do about my writing process. Enjoy 💕 Plenty of fics coming soon too babies 😘
I think all my little brain cells are dead from studying send Chris fluff plz
Bed. Now.
A/N: As you wish. Good luck to all my girlies in finals week, drink water, take a shower, brush your teeth and remember you're not going to do your best if you're not rested!! Go to bed. It will be still be there when you wake up in the morning.
You typed away aggressive on the keys. Only stopping to sip your Red bull, your eyes tired and sore as you rubbed away signs of fatigue. Your music played loudly through your noise cancelling headphones meaning you did notice Chris sneak into the study and stand in front of you until your laptop screen closed with a thud, merely missing your fingertips.
“Hey!’ you yelped, pulling off your headphones.
“Bed. Now.” He said sternly, holding out his hand for you to take.
“I’m almost done, it’s due tomorrow night.”
“It won’t be any good if you don’t sleep.”
You sulked at him from your seat, leaning back and rubbing your eyes with a heavy sigh.
“Baby please its almost 12:30, Dodge and I can’t go to bed without you.”
You looked down to your left at the pup who had just appeared at your side. Whining a little as he placed his head on your lap.
You smiled at him, scratching the spot behind his ear. “Did Daddy pull you into this huh? Turning you against me?”
“Tomorrow morning first thing you can come back, I’ll even make you pancakes and coffee.”
“Really?” Your eyes perked up at the promise of breakfast
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna burn them?”
“I will do my best not to now come on Y/N, please?” his hand still stretched out, shaking a bit for emphasis.
“Fine.” You let him pull you up by your arms. His arms instantly wrapping around you.
“You’re too hard on yourself.”
“I need a good grade Chris!”
“And you will get one… tomorrow.” He looked down on you, his arms still firm around your waist.
You walked towards the bedroom, Dodger running around ahead lion in tow, your arms wrapped around Chris’ arm as he led you to bed.
The covers already opened for your impeding arrival, herbal tea on your bedside table with steam still coming from it.
“You weren’t going to let me finish, were you?”
“Nope.” He popped the P placing you down on the bed.
“Yeah, well my blood is 80% redbull now so doubt I will be falling asleep easily.”
“That’s fine as long as you’re relaxing.”
He settled in next you, his arm stretching out for you to cuddle against his chest. Remote in the other hand putting on some random movie.
You sipped your tea contently against his chest.
“Happy?”
“Very.”
“Good.” He kissed your forehead, hand softly stroking your hair.
“I’m serious you know?”
“About what?”
“You’re going to burn yourself out.”
“It’s finals week!”
“That doesn’t mean the world stops and neither should you. I can’t watch you lock yourself in the study for 15 hours a day, chugging redbulls and not eating. It’s not healthy sweetheart.”
“I know but it’s almost over.”
“I’m proud of how hard you work but you need to take care of yourself.”
“And why would I do that when I have you?”
“Fair enough but that means you have to start listening.”
“Or what?” You challenged playfully.
“You want to find out?” His eyebrows rose as he looked down on you, his tongue peaked out, sinister thoughts running through his mind.
“Come here you little overachiever.” Suddenly he was on top of you, hands snaking under your shirt, trailing up and down your torso in a tickling motion. Head immediately joining his hands under your shirt, blowing raspberries on your stomach.
You squealed in delight at the sudden tickle attack.
“Chris… stop… stop!! I’m gonna pee!”
His head came back over your shirt pulling the fabric down, face now desperately close to yours, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly.
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