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MasterList

Home ( Viktor Drago x Cyra 8 Part Series)- Finished

Watering Hole (Ray Merrimen x Riley)

Control (Sub! Henry Cavill x Jazmine)

Prelude, Pt. 1, Pt. 2

The Chase (Florian x Camila)

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Pt. 6, Pt. 7, TBF

That Suit (Florian x Camila)

Mine (Florian x Camila)

Brat Life Chronicle (Steve Rogers x Delilah)

1, 2

Mafi!Flo x Plus Size Character 

Greece

Selfish: Meet the Cast

Selfish: TBD

[theblacklewinsky]

Note: Hey y'all! I hope y'all enjoy, the next one might be submissive Terry idkidk 🫣 kinda hate this one.

Perfect Gentleman. | Aaron Pierre.

Gentle!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, oral s3x ( m receiving), extreme language (cursing, sexual references) established relationship, slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread!

Summary: terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

swear you can have me, you really one-of-one.

how you so nasty? you really one-of-one.

You eagerly scratched the itch away in your bitten up ankles. The mosquitoes out here in the Black Bayou had torn your exposed ankles up—and this was why camping wasn't your thing. You'd never complain though, any excuse to be with Terry was a good one.

"I told you to wear long socks," he chuckled looking back you and at how you'd scratched the skin on your ankles red, "all that gardenin' you do and you out here with no socks on," he softly lectured as you watched him pitch the tent, at his demand. He was such a gentleman.

You'd been dating Terry for over four months, you've both went on a plethora of dates, had the steamy first kiss, and even spent a night at each others apartment, but you still hadn't fucked yet. Was it you? You knew you had an Oscar worthy performance of your coy-innocent act that Terry ate up all of the time, but you weren't a prude. You couldn't count how many times you'd hinted, and seduced only to be met with more gentleness.

And you loved how patient, protective, and gentle he was with you. He was everything you'd practically asked for when you started dating. A nice man, a sweet man—and you got it, a full blown golden retriever boyfriend. He had so many amazing qualities, he was always on time arriving fifteen minutes early. Something he said was one of the most useful things he learned from his time in the Marine Corps. He was a full blown de-escalator, he never wanted to argue with you, always communicating as calmly as he could before coming to an understanding with you. He was gentle. But maybe he was too gentle? You wanted Terry in the worst ways. It didn't help that he stayed in good shape, gym four times a week, and his infinite morning runs kept him in tip-top shape.

You pouted, squinting your eyes as you looked at Terry from underneath the brim of the Nike bucket hat you'd retrieved from him. Although he was pitching the tent and the sun was currently beating down on him, he decided that, you, sitting in the shade doing nothing, needed the hat more. Such a man.

"You said come comfortable, and I garden in my crocs—that's what I came in!" You defended your reasoning for not wearing the socks that he did tell you to pack last night over a quick FaceTime call, but he did say come comfortable in the same sentence. "These mosquitos are relentless, baby, look at my ankles!" You frowned looking at how red and irritated the skin has gotten there even on your deep brown skin.

Of course Terry stopped his meddling with the tent and came over to assess your so badly injured ankles. He tsk'd softly his big hands cradling both of your ankles gently. Now push them behind my head! you eagerly thought feeling him touch you at all always sent shocks and shivers through your body.

"They eatin' my baby up," he somberly acknowledged rubbing his thumbs where the bites were firmly, "you put bug spray on like I told you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just go and finish the tent," you dramatically sighed waiting to eagerly scratch at the bites, "I'll just be sitting over here, itchy, getting ate up." At least something was eating you up.

He brought your left ankle up to his lips casually, placing a soft kiss there before setting the both of them back down carefully. You almost moaned, it had been way too long. "stop scratchin' at em, you makin' em worse."

You looked at him, batting your eyelashes at him a dazed nod following right behind. He was so gorgeous, and it didn't help that he was so sweet and treated you like the absolute brat you were. He continued on with his quick work with the tent and you continued on with your sneaky scratching. After it was perfectly pitched, he got you inside as soon as it was done to rub a bit of alcohol on your itchy ankles and making you put on a pair of his socks that were way too big for you.

You frowned looking down at your legs later that night as you both set around the campfire, that you had gotten started. You hadn't forgotten all the survival tips your father had shown you. Terry focused on cooking the fish he and you caught earlier from the pier. He'd cleaned it and dissembled it himself. "These are puttin' a damper on my outfit, so not cute."

Terry chuckled, quickly flipping the searing fish over in the pan. Your eyes flickered over to him. "What?"

"You so country," he commented through a light chuckle, "damper?"

"That's not country!" You defended through a smile. "Everybody says damper!"

"Nobody says damper,"

"Does too!"

"Why you gotta be such a brat? Why you act like that?" He teased playfully, holding his hand out to you only to pull you up from your chair and into his lap. "Hm?" He hummed nuzzling his faced into your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin on your neck, knowing the ticklish effect it had on you.

You laughed hunching your shoulder up to push him away from the area, "stop!" The assault lasted a few more minutes before he reluctantly stopped, only when he seen the tears from your nonstop laughter, and how you cradled your aching stomach when you laughed.

"Brat," he mumbled in between persisting kisses to your lips. You happily returned each one, who were you to deny the brat allegations. They were very true. "Always gotta have yo way."

"You love how bratty I am," you retorted, trailing your own lingering kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck.

"I do," he mumbled out an agreement making you laugh against his neck before continuing on, and you thought maybe, as his hands kneaded the back of your thighs and the undersides of your ass. But all that came undone when he urgently removed you from his lap in light hysterics about almost burning the fish.

The fish.

How could he even think about fish when he had your throbbing pussy in his lap, was he really blind to all this shit? Or was he just not sexually attracted to you? Or was he fucking celibate? The questions brought on a lingering insecurity. The rest of the night you were more distant, quiet, the situation left you a little embarrassed and salty. You'd never had a man be so indifferent to your advances. Or did he even see them as advances? Hell, you didn't know anymore.

Your distance and quiet demeanor didn't go unnoticed either Terry, who constantly made it his mission to see if you were okay and enjoying yourself. You answered the same all the time, yes, which did very little to comfort him—but he also didn't wanna push you into irritation.

"You sure you good, baby?" He asked later that night as you both settled into the cozy tent. You made sure to nestle yourself into your cute, pinky, sleeping bag. It was so you.

"Yeah." You simply answered with a nod, forcing the weak smile. Such a liar. But you weren't gonna admit that the situation left you feeling a little salty. You didn't wanna bring the situation up at all, you'd much rather forget it.

"You sure? You not actin' like yourself, baby. You want me to take you home?" There he went. Being so him. Always being so caring.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing really, im just..itchy still." You seamlessly lied. Or maybe not. You were still itchy.

Terry decided not to press the issue instead making sure he got as close as possible to you, something he always did when you slept together, he loved being right up under you—you didn't contest to it. Ever. You both gave your good nights, and Terry made sure to turn off the LED lantern lamp you both had in the tent. A soft and easy silence falling over the both of you. Terry's soft breathing, body heat, chirping crickets and the pitch black were enough to lull you to sleep. And they almost did, but damn, you were still itchy.

You brought your knees to your chest, hastily scratching at your extremely itchy ankles, a heavy, draws out sigh from the temporary but almost euphoric relief skipped past your lips.

"Stop scratchin'." Terry's deep voice but through the silence, the raspiness on the edge of his voice attributed to the sleep that had took him in quick. The words halted your actions quickly as you tried to quietly morph into a comfortable position.

"I'm not," you spoke quietly.

"But you were."

His damn hearing. He heard everything.

"Well I wouldn't have been if I was doing something else." Your tone snappy but the suggestiveness fore fronted the sassiness.

"Somethin' else like what?" Terry questioned.

You huffed immediately, sitting up abruptly from your sleeping bag and flickering the lantern on. "Are you really that clueless?" You exclaimed almost, looking at his ever so lost expression. "Terry, are not you sexually attracted to me?"

Terry looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. Like he couldn't understand why you'd ask him such a question, like you didn't know he was a full blown raging man. "Why would you even ask me that, of course im sexually attracted to you, baby."

"You don't act like it," you quietly murmured, "it's like every time I try, you pull back. What is it? I really thought I was obvious enough with everything."

And you were. Terry wasn't ignorant to your advances. But he also wasn't ignorant to your past relationships and the men that you dealt with. Full blown sex addicts a few of them seemed to be, and some of them seemed unable to form a real bond with you without sex. He wanted to prove to you that he actually liked you, that he wanted to get to know you past sex. That he wanted this to last. It'd taken copious amounts of restraint for him to slyly deter away from the advances. Copious amounts.

He wasn't exactly sure how he made it to four months himself, without caving in. Maybe it was his serious he'd gotten about your relationship, maybe it was genuine like for you that made it somewhat easy. He was still a man though, taking care of himself when he was finally away from you.

He said your name slowly, sitting up himself, "im utterly, completely, and deeply sexually attracted to you. But I wanna show you that when it comes to keeping this together, sex is indifferent to me. I don't want you to think we need that shit to connect. I genuinely like you, alot."

"I like you too, but I already knew that Terry," he softly laughed, the weight of the insecurities dropping off your shoulders. You couldn't believe that once again, all this time, the lack of sex was catered to his feelings about you. You were gonna fuck this man so good. So good. "I knew that at the end of the first date when you didn't try to kiss me when you dropped me off." You giggled at the recanting of the memory.

"I wanted you to feel it though."

"And I do feel it," you slinked even closer to him, hand trailing up his thigh, "I feel it so much." You looked up at him, batting your long lashes.

Terry sat there slack mouthed, brows furrowed, his stormy eyes looking down at you with bursting pleasure and astonishment as he watched you suck him down. How the fuck did you get so good at this shit? You'd completely covered his shaft in your saliva, you were loud and sloppy. Just how he liked it. Throat so tight around him, every time you nuzzled him in. You were dazed yourself, tasting him, having him in the back of your throat where you craved him so many times before. You were savoring all of this.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his girthy length, stroking them at a brisk pace, your wet mouth guiding them in their dizzying up and down movements. His grunts and groans of approval only furthered you to please him more. You looked up at him, eyes watery, and soft as you took him down, spit bubbles formed around him, as you nuzzled him in deeper into your mouth. Removing a spit soaked hand, you nuzzled that into your soaked panties, pleasing him, pleased you.

"Sss-shitttt," he drug out through a groan, his strong hand grasping the back of your neck, as he bucked himself up into your mouth, relentlessly fucking your throat. You shut your watery, burning eyes letting him use you how he wanted. "Fuck, eat that dick up baby. You do that shit so good," he slurred through his persisting moans.

That only furthered your arousal, which furthered your efforts. The rough gags and choking from you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. You finally pulled back, giving him a chance to recover and giving yourself a chance to catch your ailing breathing.

You stroke him off, spitting down on his shaft in your hands, eagerly stroking the lubrication in, leaning your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth; gently. You knew too much. How did you know so much?

"Why you so nasty?" He mumbled grabbing your chin once you were done tending to his balls. "Hm?" He hummed before pressing your wet lips to his own. His kiss rushed, sloppy, and deep. His tongue searched every inch of your mouth, his lips sucking your own into his mouth.

Oh he was nasty like that?

"Move," he knocked your hands away from his still hardened dick, "take that shit off." He comments taking heed to the articles of clothing you still had on, his own hands slithering under the oversized shirt you'd put on for bed.

"But I wanted to make you cum—" you started, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand once he eagerly pulled your t-shirt off, nipples immediately pebbling due to the exposure of the cool night air in the tent. You didn't get to finish your sentence before Terry's lips were already latched onto the flesh on your neck, creating red blemishes as he cascaded down your body skillfully.

"You bout to," he mumbled attaching his lips to yours once again, "open up," he tapped your jaw firmly, "lemme see." The firm taps to your jaw ignited the fire and aching need in your belly, a moan slipped past your lips as you opened like he asked.

You watched, dazed, as he spat down into your mouth. Oh, he was nasty.

It was like yin and yang to you. This couldn't be your Terry. Not the Terry that bought you flowers every Sunday and never let you lift a finger Terry. This was a different Terry, nasty Terry. Impatient Terry. Demanding Terry. Just what you wanted.

"Oh my god-uhhhh!" You slurred out through a moan. Terry's vice grip on your locs matched the same vice grip you currently had him in right now. He had you positioned on all fours, one hand on your hip to steady his hard, dizzying strokes. He was fucking you hard, too hard. Too good. Your thighs trembled beneath you, knees threatening to buckle as he slammed into your heated core repeatedly. It's like he knew exactly where that spot was located. "Right there, daddy! Right fucking there," you whimpered, face pressed pathetically on the pallet beneath you.

"I know, i feel that shit," he groaned, sending another hard smack to your ass cheek, the recoil from his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass had him in a complete daze. Four months he kept himself from this, restrained himself from what he knew had to be good. But he didn't expect it feel like this. "Wettin' me right the fuck up—mm mm, keep that shit right there, you better not fuckin' lay down, keep that shit open just like that." He mumbled out into the tent, taking into head your trembling legs. The lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, followed by the loud slapping of your skin together filled your tent and your empty head.

"Fuckkkk," you groaned out, managing to sit up in your elbows, acrylics clawing at the covers beneath you, your eyes crossed as you felt his tip kissing a little too deep, "so deep, baby."

"Mhm," he hummed pulling your head back with his tight grip on your hair, his lust filled glare looking right down into your own crossed eyes, "right where i should be. Look at you, takin' this dick like a good girl. This what you wanted right?"

"Yesssss," you managed to fully get out, a series of breath taking moans following. He was giving you exactly what you wanted; hard, rough shit. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he had a point to prove. This shit was only making you delusional did he not understand the type of you he would get now?

"Yeah? Wanted daddy to dig yo' shit out just like this, huh?" He nodded watching you nod in response, your breaths coming out in a series of heavy puffs. "I know you did, can tell by the way you creamin' on my dick."

"Shittt!" You gasped out the exploitive, planting your hands flat against the ground, mustering yo whatever weak energy you had to fuck yourself back against him, working toward your own impending orgasm. "I'm finna cum!" You rushed out.

Terry pulled you back toward his chest, your small frame engulfed in his as you sat promptly in his lap getting impaled in the most delicious way possible. You felt lightheaded, high, and perfect all at once. "Babyyyy, im cummin'!" You whined out.

"Keep tellin' me, do that shit. Lemme feel you cum on my dick," he grunted, the lewd works making you clench around him as they clearly sent you tumbling over the edge. Terry mocking your long, loud and drawn out moans with his own. His lips attacking wherever they could on your exposed neck. His impaling strokes never stopped, even when it was clear you'd completely rode it out. He kept fucking you, sending you into a deep place of overstimulation. When was he ever planning to cum?

"Look at you," he mumbled a smug smirk on his lips, hand firmly holding your slacked jaw in his hand, "dick got you dumb—breathe through that shit, baby." He tapped your jaw, repeatedly. The sight of you alone, plus the constant contracting of your walls around him had earned you a deliciously sounding groan. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he spoke up.

Everything was too much. It was too much to focus on. The pleasure, his voice, his kisses. Forgetting to breathe in the middle of your overstimulation was warranted.

Your breaths cane tumbling back to you fast, hard and quick you panted. Body trembling in Terrys grasp, as dared to lean forward feeling another orgasm approaching, but this one felt harder. Body-shattering. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Fuck, ima nut baby," Terry grunted in your ear. "Pussy so good, why yo shit so good like this?" Finally.

"Cum in my pussy, please daddy," was the first and only thing you could get out, not even warning him about your oncoming orgasm. This one cramped everything, the tightness in your stomach didn't subside but seemed to get tighter. Your thighs were numb, but your legs ached. The squeal you let out left your throat raw, and that's why you didn't hear Terry when he finally announced that he was cumming, but you felt him for sure, right where you told him to.

You felt Terry's lips against your jaw, kissing you repeatedly. Telling you how well you did for him, how he couldn't believe he kept himself away from that for four months. How good it was. These were finally the words that lulled you off to a blissful sleep, you'd finally got what you wanted. There you were, fucked out In a tent, with cum leaking out of you. Such a whore. A happy whore.

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still no tag list! 😭 hope you enjoy this little filler! 💕

[honeytoffee]

Terry, sir! My gawd!

[1liv]

WOO DO-HWAN in 'BLOODHOUNDS'

[gaybuckybarnesss]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giò

[malebimbo]

[rob-pattinson]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON 2023 | Behind the Scenes of Esquire September 2023 Issue Photoshoot

[certifiedcevanslover]

Chris today at The National Press Club

[sandybarber]

CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER in DEFENDING JACOB (2020)

[stargirlfics]

The Gentleman Fic Series Masterlist

an Alfred Pennyworth x Black Dancer!Reader story

Series Summary: Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

Series Warnings: 18+ ONLY, set after the events of The Batman film, age gap - reader is mid/late 20’s or 30’s (up to your preference), mentions of stalking/being followed, canon typical violence, death, protective!Alfred, fluff + angst, smut: PiV, oral (both receiving), light bondage later in series, Alfred is a soft dom in this! Light impact play, light choking kink and daddy kink later in series

*reader is written as and described as black in this but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!

[Series Playlist]

Chapter One - The Gentleman

Chapter Two - Sugar Plum

Chapter Three - After Hours

Chapter Four - Do I Wanna Know?

Chapter Five - Éclosion

Chapter Six - Tremble — coming soon

[dilfgifs]

CHRIS EVANS as COLE TURNER GHOSTED (2023) • dir. DEXTER FLETCHER 

[fineanddandy]

What You Want...

Summary: You’re in the sweetest relationship with Chris, everything you want in a boyfriend, but Sebastian won’t stop fucking with you...

Relationship: Chris Evans x black!reader x Sebastian Stan

Warnings: cheating, temptation, teasing, graphic language, unprotected sex, smut, angst, 18+

A/N: 😈😈😈 This...this idea fully came to me while listening to this song by The Weeknd. I was already thinking about doing a fic where I pit Chris and Seb against each other but the song definitely made it all official. A two parter. Y’all ready for some foolery? I’m not even sorry...

A loud roar fills the bar, everyone chatty and laughing with drinks in hand. Your bestie and some homies circle around you, checking for eye candy around them while you keep your eye set on the finest babe across the room. His eyes locked in on you. Looking all good over there in a fitted v-neck shirt and slacks. Dark chestnut hair all slicked back and immaculate. His silvery chain catching the light from the bar. You raise your glass to him, thanking him for the whiskey, and it catches your girls’ attention.

“Oh god. Are y’all doing that thing again?” Your bestie rolls her eyes over to the thick daddy that you’re staring at. Your two other friends looking back and forth between you guys with confused brows. “That’s her boyfriend,” she sighs tossing a thumb over at the pretty boy, “They act as if they don’t know each other. It’s a form a foreplay. They’re really weird.”

Smacking your lips you playfully shove her. “Dude.”

“What? Y’all are.” She innocently shrugs, stabbing her ice with her tiny black straw as your friends laugh amongst themselves.

“I think that’s kinda sweet.” Fesses up one of them smiling bashfully at Chris still checking you out with a bitten smirk.

“It is sweet. Thank you!” You playfully glare at your bestie who cuts her eyes back at you stifling back a snarky grin.

Chris shoots you that blinding sunny smile from over there and you sigh so hard. That is your pretty ass boyfriend over there, swallowing you whole with his bright blue eyes. And yes, when you guys go out, you like to pretend not to know each other and eye fuck each other from across the room. Any room. Doesn’t matter. He looks that good. And he thinks so too, loves to admire you looking so hot from afar. It’s fun, hot, and yes it got things really going in the bedroom.

Your boyfriend. You’ve been able to call him that for six glorious months now. Still riding that Honeymoon phase everyone outside your relationship hates to be a witness. Always kissing, always in Chris’s lap, always blissfully happy. Damn near sickening, especially when playing your ‘strangers in a room’ game. It’s been the best six months of your life in a really long time. The sweetest, silliest but sexiest beefy babe you’ve ever tasted. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend.

“Whoooaaa who’s the smoke show walking up on him?!” One of your friends chokes on her drink, clutches her chest with marveled eyes. You and your best friend laugh to each other with sassy expressions. Of course they’re checking him; who doesn’t when women see him sauntering across the bar?

Your best friend leads the way explaining, “That’s his bestie, Sebastian. Dumb hot, right?” She winks at them staring at Seb dressed in all black, dangerously handsome in a pressed short sleeved button up. Biceps bulging out of his sleeves. Sinful. He hands Chris a beer and says something in his ear, causing him to bust out laughing. Sebastian smirks over at you with a mischievous side eye, nodding his chin. Breathing in deep, you switch your hips, avoiding his knowing stare. Your best friend is going on and on about him in the background as you try not to think about him. Sebastian. Although you’d been very committed to his best friend, he was chasing after you, hard. Because he saw you first, knew you first. Introduced you to Chris. And it wasn’t that you weren’t feeling Sebastian then, there was just something between you and Chris neither of you could deny. But shit, he was making it extremely hard to be faithful. Sending you scandalous texts and hitting on you any time Chris was distracted or you were alone. Even the way he looked at you, like right now in this crowded bar...Sebastian has plans for you. Always had. Always made your pussy throb. Those fuckin up to no good lips.

“Sebastian’s single right?” Your friend elbows you out of your thoughts about his devilish lips.

“Oh, definitely. Seb’s out here.” You warn with a lift of your brows at them. Yeah he’s out here fuckin whomever he set his cool eyes on because he can’t have you. How do you know? The sexy fucker tells you, just to get a small rise out of you. Grinning to yourself, you think about those texts as you see him put the moves on some tall, exotic lookin brunette, making eyes at you as she talks in his ear. It’s time to go.

You give Chris the signal then slam the rest of your drink back, motion for the check and start to tell your girls bye. They all whine and plea for you not to go but Chris approaches and distracts them with his charm. So they turn their begs to him but he always has your back, apologizing profusely while directing them to harass Sebastian since he was also staying. Bill signed. Hugs exchanged. Your man escorting you through the crowd by the small of your back. Keeping you close. You always felt so safe with Chris. Once you guys are outside, he threads his thick fingers through yours.

“Did I tell you how fuckin good you look tonight?” He asks, giving you a twirl.

You giggle as you spin, “yes...many, many times.”

On the return, Chris yanks you into his hard body with a sinister smile. “Good...because I meant it each time.” He grumbles, leaning down to taste your lips. Holding you there with a hungry groan. Nuzzling your nose as he releases you. “Can’t wait to get you home...”

And you can’t wait either, kissing him once more before getting in the car. On the way home, your phone vibrates nonstop in your lap. Notification after notification lining up on your screen. A few of them from Seb.

You looked so fuckin hot tonight snix...

Hope you think about me later

Goodnight gorgeous.

The others are from your girls, reporting back everything you’re missing, including group selfies. With Sebastian included. Quietly smacking your lips to yourself you lock your phone. You don’t need to think about him tonight. You aren’t going to think about him because you don’t want him. You have who you want. Who’s latched onto your neck, both hands under your blouse twisting and toying with your nipples. Chris mauled you the second the front door closed and you stepped out of your shoes. Gasping and moaning as he sucks on your spot, walking you backwards to the couch.

“Shit. Chris.” You pant, reaching for the zipper of his pants, excited to get his dick out. You needed him right now. Holding on to your hips, he collapses down onto the sofa, forcing you to straddle him.

“Yeah? You want me baby?” Frantic, scattered hands pull at collars and hems, tugging articles of clothing off one another between sloppy wet kisses and needy moans. “Show me. Show me how bad you want me.” Chris orders in a whisper, licking and nipping at your chest. With both hands you steady his jumping thick cock steady, sliding down his veiny length with a satisfied groan. Locking your fingers into his soft hair, you yank his head back and ride him out. Grunting with each stroke. Chris calls out your name, grabs on to your quaking ass cheeks. Closing your eyes, bouncing on Chris’s lap, you try not to see him. Those curly full lips. Teeth always sunk into them.

“Oh fuck babe. Fuck. Yes. Ride my dick. Ride me shit!” A mighty slap causes you to yelp, motivates you to ride him faster.

How you know his smell. The way he says your name when he’s unbelievably horny for you. Your walls soak, hearing his sensual voice in your ears. You choke back a whimper, taking a mental note not to cry his name right now. Open your eyes and try to focus on anything else. Immediately his shiny necklace catches your sight, out of place along his exposed thick veiny neck. You’re so close and so quickly you almost feel guilty because you know how you got here. With each stroke you milk his cock, walls so tight Chris noisily calls out your name again. Rolling his hips around beneath you. Vocally on the verge of losing his shit.

“Oh god don’t stop. Don’t stop baby you feel so fuckin good. God yes.” He huffs. “Don’t stop.” He sighs, gripping your cheeks apart. You pull on his hair with a desperate moan. This orgasm is not for him. Only for Chris. “You’re gonna make me fuckin cum!” He groans with a shout, snapping his toned hips into your weeping slit.

And just like that, you combust with a loud gasp, Chris cumming loudly right along with you. His moans of pleasure turning into fits of tired laughter, caressing your shuddering back.

“Jeeeesus. Baby...” He sighs with a smitten smirk, catching his breath, perfect dick still emptying out inside of you. “What has gotten into you?”

Soothing back his hair you messed up, you smile down at his happy go lucky face, his rich blue eyes, and modestly shake your head. For a second there, you see Sebastian all blitzed out and gasping beneath you but when you blink again, Chris is bracing his hand around your nape, pulling you down to his open lips, frenching you so hard you squeeze your arms around his big shoulders. Kicking his pants off before he stands, he holds you in his strong ass arms and carries you to the bedroom, whispering against your puffy lips how he’s going to fuck you all night. And that he did, until you swore you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

Somehow you find the strength and will to head to work the following morning, just to be ahead for the upcoming week and run a few errands. Hit the gym. No texts from Sebastian but all sorts of thinking about you texts from Chris, still riding the night’s sex high so he’s all extra lovey dovey. Who could blame him? Last night was so fuckin intense. Amazing. You couldn’t wait to get home to him and get on your knees. Yoga got you feeling some type of way. Hitting the door you announce yourself,

“Baby I’m home! Hope you’re ready to drop those pants.” Dropping your bags and kicking off your slides at the entry you are way too amped to get Chris in between your lips.

“What’s the occasion?” Sebastian calmly asks from the kitchen, checking you out in your matching sports bra and yoga tights. Clutching your chest, you shrill a frightened gasp, catching yourself on the doorframe.

“Goddammit Sebastian.” Your head throbs he scared you that bad. What a way to greet him. “What are you doing here? Where’s Chris?” You cough trying to regain a natural breathing rhythm. Already lookin at you too hard, you buck your eyes, walking towards him and the kitchen for some water.

“Went to get beers. Football.” He can’t take his wicked eyes off your hips and ass. “Looking good there YN. That ass is to die for.”

Softly grinning you turn to look at Sebastian taking a thousand mental pictures of you in spandex. Wanting to take a handful of your ass and put it in his pocket to hold onto later. Damn Chris is lucky, getting to tear into you whenever he wanted. Sebastian wanted to rip those tights off you and bend you over the counter. Who gives a shit of Chris came to find him fucking the shit out of you.

“Can you go five minutes not undressing me with your stupid eyes?” You snap your fingers at him, bringing his smolder off your crotch. “Dude? Hello?”

Sebastian’s so disrespectful. He wouldn’t dare look at you like this in front of Chris. It turns you on so much but...he’s so disrespectful. You chug your water quenching your thirst. You really shouldn’t be alone with him.

“Mmmm...no, no I do think I can.” Sebastian takes a menacing step. “You still want me to drop my pants?” Another step.

“Obviously that was for Chris.” You cross your arms over your tits. “If I would have known you were here, I wouldn’t have walked in like that.”

Sebastian slowly closes in on you leaning against the counter next to the fridge. “Damn. I was really hoping today was my lucky day.” He pokes an expressive pout but he can’t take himself seriously, curly lips stretching across his handsome face.

“Sebastian, I am with Chris. Period my guy.” You punch your palm, emphasizing with each word with each hit. “We’re never fucking.”

You barely believe the words yourself as you hear them back, but you have to say them. You’re taken. Sebastian’s grin grows, mildly shaking his head at your lie. You’re so dumb if you think that. He can tell in your body language that you want him so bad, getting all tense and fidgety as he nears you, placing a hand beside you on the edge of the counter. Right next to your hip. Lazily licking his bottom lip glancing down your front. Your sweet caramel tits sitting perfectly in that sports bra. Sebastian wants to lick the sweat from between them that’s how bad he wants you.

“Did you think about me last night?” He dips his hips into yours, inhale a deep breath in his cologne. Damn near moaning he smells so fuckin good.

“What?” You sigh, feeling light headed, pretending not to hear him.

“You heard me snix.” Sebastian tips your chin up by his knuckle, brushing his lips over shaky breaths. “Did you think of me while fucking my best friend last night?”

“Oh my god.” The words fall out of you as you feel his dick throbbing against the crease of your clammy thigh. Tights still kind of moist from working out. Adding more weight, Sebastian faintly moans barely kissing you, provoking you to answer.

“Fuck—ugh—yes, yes Sebastian.” You tighten up, balling your hand into a fist to keep from grabbing his ass. Wanting to pull him in closer. You would choose today of all days not to wear panties, wanting to get all worked up off friction for Chris but now you’re exerting all your pent up sexual energy on Seb. Rocking your hips back and forth on his hard on. God you needed him pumping in and out of you. God you feel like shit for that.

“You want me snix?” He breathes, resting his head on yours. A hesitant hand hovers over hot middle, Sebastian afraid that if he feels how wet you are, he won’t be able to turn back. And then Chris really will walk in on him taking what’s his. He can feel your heat inches away and that turns him on even more. “Want me to fuck the shit out of you?”

You buck your hips towards his hand, begging for him to touch you with a pathetic groan. You wanted to shout yes so badly but, “we can’t Sebastian. We really shouldn’t.”

But that’s not the answer he’s looking for, rigidly flattening his palm over your pubic mound, slamming your hips back into the counter’s edge with a smack. You weakly cry out his name, your tights ruined by your wetness dripping from your throbbing slit.

“Yes or no snix.” His middle fingertip lightly traces up and down your soaked crotch, fluttering his eyes closed with a deep exhale. Feeling your wetness was like fuckin a dream come true. “Clock’s ticking...”

Shaking your head with a weightless sigh, you don’t want to say it out loud. Because if you admit it out loud, then it really makes you a shitty person. But you do...damn you do and you couldn’t deny it any longer. Not when he’s petting at your tender folds like this.

“Yes.” You sadly confess, dripping more fluids onto his fingertips, whining, “Yes I want you to fuck me so bad.”

Sebastian hums an evil chuckle into your parted, precarious lips stretching for him as he starts to back away, removing his hand from in between your thighs. All needy and desperate, that’s how he needs to leave you so you’ll be willing and ready to come back for more. Hyperventilating from his teasing, you rest your head on the side of the fridge, trying to recover. Leaning back on the kitchen island across from you, Sebastian closes his eyes and sniffs his fingertips with a charmed crooked smirk then inserts them into his hot, salivating mouth.

“Mmm...even after a sweaty work out, you taste so fuckin good.” He muffles around his broad fingers still fixated between his disgraceful lips.

Coming to your senses, you roll your eyes with a lopsided smile. Coughing a curt laugh as you walk away. You got to get away from him. Now. Chris’s key enters the lock on the door. Divine timing.

“Since you mentioned it, I do need a shower.” You mention over your shoulder, going to meet Chris coming in arms full of six packs and snacks.

“There’s my girl.” He swoons, raking his delighted baby blues over you reaching to hug his neck. “How was your day?”

You didn’t care if Sebastian’s watching you tongue Chris how you wanted to tongue him, kicking your foot up and moaning as you two kiss. Seb rolling his eyes so hard damn near laughing at your graphic PDA.

“Better now that you’re here.” You peck him again before letting him go. “Gonna go take a shower. You nerds have fun.”

Chris heads for the kitchen to relieve his arms off all the heavy bottles as you and Sebastian lock eyes while you cross the living room to head for the bedroom. Snickering and shaking his head he blows you a kiss.

“See you later YN.” He winks with a wave of his soiled fingers then turns his attention to Chris.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you facepalm and hiss silently, “Shit.”

[fineanddandy]

Hype (The Re-do)

From this post/ask

Relationship: fuckboy!Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: graphic language, alcohol and drug consumption, intoxicated sex, hard smut, rough sex, spanking, sloppy sex, exchanging of fluids, dom tings, filth, 18+

A/N: I said I would. And I did. And boy did I wild the fuck out. Man this is a fun one. I had a shit work day and I guess I needed some bomb ass Evans smut. Don’t call it a comeback lol ANYWAY have fun with this one 🙃

You couldn’t stand your brother and his friends. Seriously the most obnoxious bunch of dudes you’d ever met, and if you two didn’t share a birthday, you wouldn’t have to party with them every year. Sure there were fun bits in the midst of it all their foolery, but just once, you’d like to do something without them having to tag along. They were unnecessarily rowdy, and always doin the most trying to holler at girls. Attention whores. Fuck boys. And out of all of them, you couldn’t decide who was worse: your brother or his best friend Chris. The way most nights would end, they were about neck-in-neck. Some girl’s boyfriend/fiancé/husband charging them the fuck up for…whatever you don’t know. By the first, “HEY ASSHOLE” you’re already gathering your friends and heading for the exit. Same shit, different year.

This year , Chris offered to throw you guys a massive house party. Don’t worry about a thing, your brother read a text he sent, just invite whoever you want. You rolled your eyes, because you hoped you were in the clear this year to finally do your own thing with your girls. A small trip or something like that but with Chris planning an epic party, you knew where they’d rather be. They loved to be around your brother and his friends but especially Chris. You guess Chris was cute, if you could see past his ever-growing ego, but you of course know too much…seen way too much to even look at him in that kind of light most times. Just your brother’s idiot friend. So if he wanted to throw the party then fine, all you have to do is show up.

He outdid himself, that’s for sure. Open bar, sick catering and one of the best local DJ’s in his sick ass condo. You wanted to hate it a little, but you had to admit, your brother’s homie did his thing. Your girls were more than impressed, and swooned when he came to the door to greet you.

“Enjoy yourselves!” Chris cheered over the loud rock song blasting through surround sound speakers all over the room, winking at you and your friends who all about fall over as he walks away eyeing some leggy blonde in passing. Your brother patting him on the back, talking in his ear, as they go. Good riddance.

Four mixed drinks and a joint later, your faded ass finds yourself in Chris’s bedroom looking for a bathroom without a line of drunk girls. Checking out the floor-to-ceilings windows covered by thin white curtains, you guffaw as you trip over your feet,

“Daaaaaamn…shit is nice.”

The veiled city lights flicker and blink as you run your fingers across his plush bedding but then immediately think of the girls that he’s had in there and gag, brushing your fingertips across your skirt. Chris was tidy, which didn’t surprise you, but you kind of were hoping to find some sort of flaw as you stumble about his room. Checking out the books he kept on his shelf and the stuff he kept on his nightstand until—YES— a door to his dope ass bathroom with the most gorgeous walk-in shower. Wowing at the stone walls, you ready yourself to squat when out of nowhere, you hear voices coming from the other room.

“You know he’s going to absolutely murder you if you lay a finger on her,” one of your brother’s friends laughed, “it’s like a written law.”

“Fuckin hell man,” Chris groans, slamming drawers open and closed rifling around for something and you’re trying to pee as quietly as possible, “we’re fuckin grown now and if I wanna fuck his sister, I wanna fuck his sister.”

Hearing that makes your already weak knees buckle, almost pee on the seat, but you silently catch yourself on the corner of the counter, biting back your shocked yelp. Drunk you assumes he’s talkin about you but he literally could be talking about ANYONE.

“You see her ass in that skirt?!” The dirty moan that you hear through the door would have all your friends HATIN. “She’s just gettin better with age man I’m tellin you.”

…like seriously he could be talkin about any girl in a skirt at the party tonight…

The homie is cacklin, probably more fucked up than Chris because this didn’t seem like a laughing matter. “So fuck it then? You’re really gonna put the moves on your best friend’s sister?”

“Mmm yeah I mean…I’m thinkin about it…”

You could hear how absolutely wicked that smile was from the sink. Okay so maybe he is talkin about you. Frozen stiff you couldn’t flush or wash your hands, just stare at your reflection and listen to the jackasses in the other room.

“But on his birthday bro?”

Chris scoffs, “it’s her birthday too. And, hell, what better way to wish her well…”

But do you even want to fuck him? You’d heard things, of course, and they weren’t bad per se…just his track record isn’t the best. But he isn’t wrong, it is your birthday and you love birthday sex…especially when you’re faded. And you look good dammit. And he thinks your ass looks good in the skirt. You have to agree, lookin back at with a little smirk. So it would only be right to let dude smash if he’s feelin you and you’re pretty much into it. Mentally weighing your pros and cons, you check yourself out in the Illuminated mirror, so lost in your own debate you miss Chris say,

“Yeah man it’s not in here. Might be in my bathroom somewhere hold on.”

Click goes the door and your surprised eyes meet in the reflection, so stunned neither of you know what to say because he knows you heard every word he just said…and you know you shouldn’t be in his bathroom.

“Uh yeah I think it’s gonna be a minute bro…” he shouts back over his shoulder, pushing the door closed, “meet you back out there.” His brows pinch as his gaze fall down your exposed legs. Once he flips the lock, he slowly asks, “what the fuck are you doing in here?”

“I had to pee,” you shrugged with an awkward smile, “and I knew yours was free so…”

Not only did the fear of being busted run through your accelerated heart but so did the anxiety of having to talk about what you just heard. You couldn’t tell if Chris was mad or enticed that you heard him as he stalks over to you leaning against the edge of his vanity. Just the way his massive torso hovered over you is a little arousing but he’s never been this close to you either. The contrast of his dark chestnut hair and his pale blue eyes drew you in along with his fragranced heat.

“So…you heard…” Chris raises his trimmed eyebrows.

But you take a moment to play aloof. “Oh—oh was that about me?”

Chris huffs a chuckle rolling his eyes, pushes his sleeves up his veiny forearms. “Only one best friend who has a sister…”

“Oh…well in that case yeah I heard everything.” Giggling you nibble down on your smirking bottom lip dying to break this connection but the hold he has on you is powerful. Laughing a little himself, he rests a giant hand on yours gripping the counter, inserting his knee between yours.

“And?” That irritating coy smile of his takes your breath away. Winds you up. Jerks you further down into his sunny sky blue stare.

Okay yeah…you’re in no condition to make good decisions and with him suffocating you with his smolder and dangerous smirk, you’re bound to let a desperately little yes slip from your pouty lips. Softly closing your eyes, you inhale a deep, gradual breath, taking Chris all in, allow your gut to make the decision for you. His debauched aura takes control of your every nerve, and without a second thought, you’re scooting your ass back up on the counter as your knees spread apart. Smiling, you flutter your lashes open, and nudge your chin up at him.

“Sure. Let’s see what the hype’s all about.”

Humming a quiet laugh Chris’s curious tongue rolls across his pink bottom lip, gaze set on your heaving chest. “So you hear things about me?”

“On occasion…” you shrug.

Shaking his head at you trying to play cool he dips his scruffy chin down. “Yeah? …like what?”

Grinning like you’re keeping the best secret, you lean into his ear to divulge in a whisper, “…you’re a lazy lay.”

“Funny.” But Chris doesn’t laugh, yanks you off the counter and spins you round, shoving you down you over the counter. Damn near presses your face into the mirror but he keeps your head up by the back of your hair. “This doesn’t feel like lazy lay work to me.”

Gasping out in shock, you watch him carefully in the mirror, feeling his fingertips creeping up the back of your right thigh.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” You shoot him a weak flirty smile, moaning out when he finds your fluttering folds already exposed with his middle finger. Humming a chuckle he sinks his finger inside your beating hot pink walls, laughing some more at the way you sigh in absolute relief.

“Won’t shoot you…but I’m definitely going to fuck you into this mirror hmm…” Yanking you up towards his happy mouth, Chris whispers in your ear, “you hear that?” Slowing his pumps he smiles wildly in the mirror, allowing you to hear how perfectly wet you sound, “and you act like you don’t want me…hmm…so…fuckin…cute…”

He stroked your velvety walls with each word and it drove you nuts. Whimpering behind tight thin lips you focus on his breath along the edge of your ear, his little accomplished chuckles each time you groan, the way he fucks you with just his finger. His soft deep voice still rattling around in your head you want him to say more. Do more.

“I don’t want you.” You weakly protest, gasping aloud when you feel his nails scratch your scalp. A sharp chill scatters down your spine.

“So you say…” he arches a sharp brow, withdrawing his hand from your sloppy folds and slaps it damp over your mouth. “But she says you’re a fuckin liar.”

“Oh my god Chris!” Your surprised cry is muffled by his fingers forcing their way inside, pressing your juices down on your drooling tastebuds.

“Lie again and I’ll leave you begging.”

Squealing you kick a foot off the floor, watch Chris rub your spit all over your gaped mouth. Smearing your lipstick across your cheek and chin with a sick smile as he kisses across your jaw. He never stops staring into you through the mirror.

“God you’re so fuckin hot…mmm who would have thought this was the kind of woman you would be. Cute little brace face grew the fuck up.”

Chris aggressively releases you a speechless mess to push your skirt up on your hips and spanks you so hard you had to shout in absolute pleasure. And how loud you got made his cock throb.

“Oh fuck…scream my fuckin name like that.”

Another monstrous slap and you have no choice he just hit you so flawlessly.

“CHRIS! FUCK!” You start crumble onto the cool counter but he won’t let you, snatching you up by the hair again as he’s working to get let his painfully hard dick out because he can’t wait another goddamn second.

“Look at me look at you.” He directs pointing and glaring sharply in your reflection and you stiffly nod, locking in for the time of your life. You can tell it’s about to be a trip in his dangerously sexy smolder. His pants fall to his ankles. An unexpected moan slips from your parted lips when you feel his heavy head jabbing at your slippery slit. Fuck he’s thick, and Chris can’t help but snicker and nod registering the realization in your lust blown pupils. Keeping a steady hand pressed into the small of your back, Chris bites at the curve of your ear and tunnels himself deep, hissing and whining curses into your cloudy head. But keeping his sights on you.

“Holy shit you’re so tight baby girl. Fuck…fuck…you feel so goddamn good I can’t…I can’t believe how perfect you feel…”

Your jaw goes slack as you nudge a foot up his leg, losing yourself in his steady gaze you could shed a tear. Chris fists your skirt as he bottoms out.

“Goddamn…make me wanna keep you baby girl…keep you locked up in my room for a couple days just fuckin you absolutely stupid. How’s that for a birthday present hmm?”

The second your eyes even think about rolling back into your sockets, Chris pounds you to wake you the fuck back up.

“Need you here with me. Need to fuckin focus.” A tug on your roots and it’s off to the races. Holding you how he needs you, he bounces you off his beefy thighs. “Don’t want you to forget this feeling baby girl.”

“And…what’s…that…oh my god…” you muster up the strength to huff in between his explicit thrusts.

“Being properly fucked by your brother’s best friend.” A breathless cackle bursts your eardrum as stare darkens before you. “No one’s going to fuck you like me.”

“Jesus Christ Chris!” You yelp as he pushes you flush down into the counter, your trembling hands pressed against the glass, grinding your hips into the hard edge of the counter as he ruts into you with a heated moan.

Spreading your ass cheeks apart, Chris spits down onto your throbbing hole then slaps your ass again. Clawing at nothing you bite a shout, so outta there, only his now.

“Yeah baby girl? You like it like that?” Holding you spread wide, he digs you out deep and you just want to close your eyes and take it but you peep the monster behind you through your wet lashes like you’re told. Chris can’t help but triumphantly laugh at you crying and howling his name. “God you’re so fuckin exquisite…gah fuck…”

Chris completely wrecked you. I mean turned you OUT, drowning in his sensual blue gaze as he fucked you squirting over and over down every ridge of his rock hard cock. Holding you down with a strong hand in the middle of your spine, he talked his wild nasty shit and beat that pussy the fuck up. Into the mirror, like he promised, and by the time he was losing it in your creamy mess, you had no voice left.

“On your knees now baby girl.” Chris barks pulling out of you and pulling you up by your hair, pushing you down as he fisted his dick in your sweaty face. “Hey,” he sighs on the verge of busting as he calls out to you mesmerized by his size, “Eyes up here. Open your mouth. Tongue…”

Gasping for air with droopy tired eyes you follow your orders and ready your tired mouth for his hot load. It didn’t make sense how insanely primal and sexy he looked standing over you with that same wicked smile, aiming his convulsing fat cock at your messed up face just dying for him to cum all over it. It’s suddenly all you want.

“Cum on my face daddy.”

You whine so sweetly Chris yells a needy groan, shouting out your name his cum comes shooting, hitting your lips first before he takes aim. Who have you become? His haughty breaths and tired groans damn near make you cum again as he finishes between your pouty lips. Once you swallow the rest of his cum down your dry throat Chris pops the head of his limp cock from you with an exhausted smile. Helping you off the floor he reaches for a towel to help you with clean up. Sitting you back on the vanity you two try to get yourselves together, still laughing while you both catch your breath. Seeing each other in a whole new light.

“Mmm fuck,” he takes a hold of your warm face with both hands, “could I call you sometime?”

You go to say no but he kisses you so softly you think yeah why the fuck not…

The crew can’t believe what they just witnessed, faded and giggling at the bathroom door they can’t keep their shit together. The homie came back wondering what the hold up was and once he realized, he text one friend and then that friend text the other and so forth…mesmerized by you and Chris really getting after it. Swearing you two didn’t like each other, they’re just baffled by how it even could happen…how pissed your brother would be if he knew. Outside the door, they freaked out and strategized until,

“Hey what’s going on?” Practically shrilling out of their skin, the crew panicked seeing your brother coming into Chris’s bedroom. “Why are y’all in here? Is someone fuckin in there?”

As a unit, they all tried to push him away at once, coming up with various reasons as to why they were all hovering outside of the door like that. And they almost got away with it too…until you and Chris come strolling outside with slinky smiles and smitten giggles. Scared stiff, they stare and watch you two exchange flirty glances until one of the homies clears their throats to catch your attention. Your brother hardens, glaring at you and Chris kind of just awkwardly stand there, stifling back tipsy goofy laughs.

“Well…do you feel good about yourself?” He asks through the crowd of homies with shifty and worried eyes. On edge. Just in case someone decided to swing but he nor Chris budged. Everyone too fucked up to deal with this right now.

Shrugging with a laugh you have to admit. “Yeah. It was well worth the hype.”

[fineanddandy]

Stay Ready

Relationship: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: S M U T, unprotected sex, graphic language, alcohol, rough sex, slight teasing, some daddy tings, cliffhang-ish?, 18+

A/N: ahem uh…HERE YOU GO @ramp-it-up @thornsnvultures HERE’S THE DRABBLE!! Evans lookin like a fuck boy makes me so goddamn feral. So this is what my high brain came up with. Just a little sumthin sumthin for the girls.

“Say…there goes your boy.”

Your homie mentions in your ear, like you don’t hear the immense volume of screams and a million camera shutters coming from behind you. Yeah you knew he was going to be at this party, he’d already text you, so you’re at least trying to play it cool. But your best friend is ruining that by staring him down and giving you graphic commentary as he walks by.

“Fuck he looks good. Like dummy good—Wait, can I say that? I know y’all fuckin but…gaaaah damn girl, this unit he rockin tonight…straight whore mmm. Giving me slut me out, giving me meet me in the bathroom and suck my dick. It’s giving me…” her rant fades as he disappears into the crowd, annoyed that he didn’t even bother glancing your way. “Oh…so y’all not gonna speak?”

Shit that’s the plan. You guys enjoy the privacy and no one needed to be asking you what’s going on between you and Chris anyway. A photo op here and there fine, but don’t give the press anything more than that. From time to time, it was hard to keep it all a secret, but with you deep in the heart of NYC and him home in Boston, the distance made it pretty easy to sneak around. As long as you guys played your cards right, this secret love affair could last a few more months. No big deal but your girl loved to make it one.

“Chiiiilllll, damn.” You frown over your shoulder, waiting for the coast to be clear. “You know what it is.”

“Oh y’all still doing that?” She smacks her lips before she sips her drink with an ugly side eye. “Boring. That nigga needs to lock it down already.”

Neither of you wanted that. Y’all are both too busy right now to do the whole couple thing, but not definitely not too busy to do the whole fuck each other’s brains out thing. Totally fine that’s the plan. Great friends. Great fuck buddies. Period. Your bestie was the only one who wanted more.

“We’re good,” you stress feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket. It’s him. “So fuckin chill.”

When you notice the noise that follows him has died down, you turn to face the party and immediately make eye contact with his clear baby blue eyes from across the room. Flaring your nostrils with a hard frustrated breath, you suppress back a flirty grin and take a sip of your drink, keeping your smitten focuses locked in. Damn he does look good tonight in that NASA cap, his signature white tank underneath that cute ass varsity jacket. Lookin like the little white fuckboy of your sluttiest fantasies. Already imagining slipping that satiny jacket off his broad shoulders, kissing and licking at those tattoos that peak from the collar of his shirt runs you so fuckin hot. Everyone in the place is dancing and talking around you guys lost in a seductive stare down. On standby for his signal. Chris raises his chin and winks Goddamn he’s ridiculous.

Be ready.

That’s his text.

Shit I stay ready…

You reply, reconnecting with a devilish smirk as you hit send. Registering what’s going on in your saucy squint your bestie tosses back the rest of her drink with an irritated eye roll then grabs your hand.

“C’mon let’s go dance a little before you dip out with your whore.” She drags you out of your trance with a laugh.

Out on the floor, you dance with your wallflower in mind as you rock your hips to the beat, run your hands over your swaying curves, laugh and sing along with your best friend. Ready to go be with him but you had to show her a good time since you invited her out. Had to stay for at least over an hour and with Evans, you know he’s ready to go. Back to comfort, back to stillness. You can’t get the sight of him off the back of your eyes his eyes shaded but piercing beneath the curve brim of his favorite hat, you could feel the desire from the dance floor as he watched you dance for him. That’s probably your favorite thing about him beating you with a lustful gaze that made your insides crawl with thrill. No matter where he is in a room, you could feel Chris. Stay Ready…and the time is now you’re so turned on. Fuuuuck you’re going to have to call it sorry not fuckin sorry.

You warn to her with a shout over the music, “I’ll be right back!” But you both know that’s a lie as you stalk off to the darkest corner you can find. Chris following closely behind. Sighing she tosses a unenthused wave goodbye and turns to dance on some guy beside her.

You do your best to maintain your breath but you can’t help your shallow breaths as you watch him approach with that cute little smirk of his. It’s so dumb how insanely sexy he looks so casual…but he’s confident in this look. Hands in his pockets, chin held high he casts his hooded eyes down on you biting back all your needy little whimpers. So fed up with looking at him already you sigh a little chuckle and shake your head, giving him another look over.

“Mmm…sup lil daddy? You fine as fuck you got a gal or somethin?” Circling around him, you run your fingers across his back and chest with a silly smirk and he’s already burning hot through his clothes. A satisfied sigh parts your lips and he smiles following you with his pretty eyes.

“You’re so cute.” Chris takes you by the hand and jerks you into his arms, lowering the bill of his cap down and softly rumbles in your ear, “Nah I don’t have a girl. Why…you trying to fuck?”

God the shudder that ripples over your shoulders. “Always.” You graze your happy cheek across his beard as you stretch your arms around his thick neck, hugging him for the first time since the last time you’d seen him. You’d been needing sweet touch, to feel his strength around your waist. “Meet you at my place?”

Chris pleasantly hums pressing long wet kiss on your cheek. “I’m right behind you.” Then he grabs your ass and playfully smacks it before he lets you go with another sexy ass wink that makes your pussy quiver. Can’t get home fuckin fast enough.

You dipped out a side exit to catch your ride and Chris made his grand exit ten minutes later notifying his driver the change in his plans. Your doorman hip to his arrival he slipped him in with no issues. You’re already at your front door in your underwear, greeting him with hard passionate kiss. His warm heavy hands fall to your hips as you pull him inside by fisted the collar of his jacket. Didn’t need to waste time with the small talk. Moaning into you Chris picks you up off the floor, keeping a strong hold of your ass and charges for your couch. He’s been dying to fuck he missed being inside you. Cock so hard and wet, growing more desperate for you the more you guys make out resting your bare back into the soft cushions. His cool metal charm resting on your neck. Chris scoots you up the seat, sinking a knee between your folded legs as he rips his jacket off. Biting down on your bottom lip with a tender growl he mutters,

“Fuck I missed you.”

Unbuckling his belt your hips jump off the cushion with a needy whine, and grind your damp panties right along the length of his hard on.

“Mmm sure feels like it.” Gasping a chuckle together you rock your hips again, really winding your heat round and round his throbbing cock and Chris groans a high pitched moan over your pouting lips. “Real bad…huh baby…”

Chris scurries to help you pull his pants off, anxiously nodding and panting, “oh fuck—fuck…fuck yes…so fuckin bad sweetheart I’m gonna fuck it into you…”

Hearing him say shit like always makes you smile and sigh so fuckin hard. Keep talkin your shit Chris…

“Never forget how needy I am for your pussy—ah shit,” His pants slip off the couch as his hefty cock slaps at your slippery slit, edging its fat head at your palpitating hole, “this pussy so needy for my dick…the only dick you need huh…”

“Oh goddamn Chris!” He doesn’t bother taking his time you’re so wet and inviting he pierces through your fluttering walls with all his might, digging so deep into your guts, and he doesn’t stop slamming all his frustrations into your swelling pussy.

“I’ll take that as a fuck yes daddy…” he smirks, fisting the back of your hair, pulling your head back, “love it when I’m fuckin you so good you don’t have shit to say…”

You really don’t. Head empty, chest caving, weeping tears of bliss Chris can have his way with you for hours and you’ll do what you’re supposed to and simply take his beating. Textured walls bound to every ridge and vein of his thick ass shaft effortlessly digging you out, bouncing you off this flexed thighs you squeal and shout scratching at his scalp beneath his misplaced cap. You’re not going to make it, coil so tight your spine is arched into his rippling muscles.

Chris gasps with a surprised smile, really picking up the pace when he realizes… “Damn you’re about to cum already? Poor baby missed her daddy’s dick so bad it feels too good huh…I can fuckin feel you about to lose it sweetheart…”

He’s got a stern hold on your hair, rolling those toned hips and ass into your widening trembling legs with rough grunts but a sick grin. Shimmering eyes examining your distorted brow and tears falling from the corners of your lids. You’re in fuckin heaven, shrilling his name on repeat as he pumps through your pussy’s choke hold. This is the shit he fuckin lives for.

“FUCK—OH GOD. RIGHT THERE DONT FUCKIN STOP.”

Chris already knows; it’s his absolute favorite spot to hit. Makes your eyes roll back into your head with this cute dizzy smirk that makes him want to bust every single fuckin time. “That’s it sweetheart. All over me.” He whispers so quietly in your ear you release with a long cry that fills your living room. The second he feels your cum dripping down his balls Chris pulls his aching cock out with a noisy moan. Just so he can sit back and watch your folds convulse, play in your creaminess as he catches his breath. Another favorite…

“Mmm,” he shakes his head and sinks two of his big fingers right on into your tired pussy, stroking the rest of your cum out on them, “that was too quick for my liking sweetheart…” Arching a brow he slips his skin covered in your essence between his puffy pink lips.

“Don’t come out lookin so hot then.” You sit up on an elbow, head still faintly spinning looking at him there all swole and sweaty. “Askin for it with your chest all out and shit…little fuckin cunt tease that’s what you are.”

Cracking up laughing Chris tosses his hat across the room then yanks you into his clammy embrace. “Shut the fuck up.”

Locking your limp arms and legs around his sturdy frame, he shoves you both off the couch as you suction your mouth to his neck, tasting the silver of his necklace and the saltiness of his pink skin. He huffs a dire moan with a whimsy grin as he hoists you up up his abs just to sink you down his stiff cock. And you crumble just a little as he fills you up all over again. Fingertips aggressively buried into your fleshy inner thighs, purposely throbbing amongst your convulsing walls Chris snickers at your silent whines buzzing against his wet skin. Already dripping and he’s barely had his way with you yet. The way he’s about to wear you the fuck out…you kept saying you’re ready. But he really doesn’t believe you are…

“Only cunt I’m teasing is yours sweetheart.”

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CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER in DEFENDING JACOB (2020)

[katlarence]

CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER in DEFENDING JACOB (2020)

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Dev Patel is photographed during the 60th BFI London Film Festival at BFI Southbank on October 12, 2016 in London, England.

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Daddy’s Daisy

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Latina!OC (Original Character)

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: language, strip tease, Daddy kink, thigh riding, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, mention of bodily fluids, Bishop as an A+ asshole (we stan)

Word Count: 5K

Summary: As owner of the newest gentlemen’s club in Santo Padre, Bishop has to test out the newest employee. 

A/N: It’s time for El Presidente to get his turn in one of those infamous VIP rooms of The Cherry Stem Gentlemen’s Club🍒. If you aren’t familiar with our Stripper-verse you can read all about it with the parts we’ve completed for both Angel (here and here) and EZ (here). As we’ve said, we’re super excited to develop our novios and the women of the club. And after this, we’re crossing universes when Miguel decides to bring his Escort Bae to the newest establishment in town. We hope you guys like it! Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated. 💖💖

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