Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing
Series Master Post
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
âWhat are you reading?â Chris raises one eyebrow, moving his attention away from Dodger to me.
âNothinâ I blush, sitting up in a straighter position.
âSure and thatâs why youâve been whimpering and pressing your legs for the last 5 minutesâ He rolls his eyes and before I can stop him, he snatches the book right out of my hands.
âGive it back, you dickâ I try to retrieve it from his hands but he is so much stronger than me so he keeps me away with just one arm.
âLetâs seeâ He scans the pages as a grin spreads over his lips. âOh we havenât done thatâ
âGive me thatâ I manage to get my book back, giving him a dirty look before settling back down on the couch. âYou are such a kid sometimesâ
âWhy are so so ashamed?â Chris frowns. âItâs not like we havenât seen each other naked by nowâ
âI knowâ I blush as the mental picture of a naked Chris floods my mind. âItâs just⌠forget about itâ
âY/Nâ Chrisâs frown deepens as he steps closer to me. âYou have been eaten out, right?â
Why can the Earth just swallow me whole right now? Why must I go through this? I mean itâs not like itâs my fault, but still.
âOf courseâ I roll my eyes before placing the book over my face to block Chris stare. âLeave me aloneâ
I try to focus back on the story, the words of intimacy that lay before be sending warm waves through my body. I clench my thighs as the main character is being stimulated by her male counter part, her pussy being consumed by his mouth.
I jump a little in my spot when I feel a warm hand pushing up the hem of my dress. âWhat-?â I move my book away to look down where Chris lays in between my legs, his hands tugging at my underwear. I try to speak but the words get stuck at the back of my throat as my core gets exposed right on front of Chrisâs face. âChrisâ I try to grab his head to push him away but he shakes it off.
âJust relaxâ He looks up at me, his eyes turned a deep shade of stormy blue. âRead to meâ
âWhat?â I pant as he connects his lips to my inner thigh. He points at my book with a little nod, darting his tongue out to taste the saltiness of my skin. âNo, I want to-â
âRead to me or Iâll stopâ He gives me a pointed look as he grabs both of my legs to drape them over his shoulders.
âFineâ I grunt before placing the book back in front of my face as Chris moves a couple of inches closer to my throbbing center. âI needed releaseâ I start reading, feeling Chrisâs breath fanning my pussy. âI needed Simon to let me reach it, but every time I got close, heâd pull awayâ
âI should do that with youâ Chris grins against my skin before finally swiping his tongue between my folds. The new sensation pushes my legs together, smothering Chris closer to my pussy. âKeep reading, Y/Nâ Chris grunts against me before pulling my clit as he sucks on it.
âI canâtâ I gasp as he spreads me open with his big hands. His tongue darts inside me forcing his chin to rub against me so his beard burns against my thighs. Chris looks up at me before removing his mouth from me.
âBe a fucking good girl and readâ Chris bites into my thigh before reaching up to place the book back into my hands. âOr I wonât eat you, bunnyâ
The pet name makes me blush so I grab the book to hide my face. Smiling up, Chris moves back to his mission. This time he spreads my fold, my puss glistening and blushing under his gaze. A sudden embarrassment takes over me so I focus on the words in front of me. âHis mouth is demanding and savoring my coreâ as I say this, Chrisâs tongue tortures my clitoris, his fingers digging into my skin. I drop the book again so my hands can fly to his hair, digging in between his golden locks.
âThe bo-â
âShut upâ I push his head against me, muffling his words. I can feel him grinning against me as he intensifies his swipes across my pussy, focusing on my clitoris every once in a while.
âDo you like this?â Chrisâs raspy voice breaks through my moans. âGod you make the best soundsâ
âChrisâ I moan his name as he starts fucking me with is tongue and his thumb massages my bud. âIâm so closeâ
âYeah, cum over my tongue, bunnyâ Chris replaces his thumb with his lips and his index fingers starts fucking my pussy, thrusting hard into me. âI want to feel you clench around my fingerâ
I feel the pressure building, the need for release making me shudder against his touch. I pull on his hair, the waves of pleasure rising as he laps at my lips and when he adds a second finger, Iâm a goner.
âFuck fuck fuckâ I pant, shaking under him as I my release rides away under his mouth. Iâm trashing under him so Chris grabs my hips, pinning me down.
âGod I want to be inside youâ Chris holds himself up as he undoes his pants. His dick springs out, wanting to join the action.
âPlease, Chrisâ I grab his white shirt, pulling him down to me. âFuck meâ
âYour wish is my commandâ He plants a quick kiss before plunging inside of me. âDamn, you feel so good around me. So tight and wetâ
âYou stretch me so good, Daddyâ I moan out and suddenly Chris goes stiff over me. My hands fly to my mouth, realizing the words that just came out of me. âShit sorryâ
Chris eyes are almost black, his chest heaving and the vein on his neck pulsing. âSay it againâ
Fuck. I grab his neck so our foreheads are touching. âMake me cum again, Daddyâ I whine against his lips as his hand wraps around my neck, gripping just enough.
âYou like that?â Chris starts entering me faster and harder, pressing down on my neck to gain stability. âOpen up, baby girlâ
His thumb tugs at my lips so I make an O shape with my mouth. Pulling me closer by the neck, Chris spits in my mouth. I lick my lips close and guide his face to the crook of my neck. âIâm so close, so closeâ
Chris bites into my collarbone as his hips roll faster before becoming sloppy and erratic. âIâm cummin, fuckâ Chris moans hard as I feel him spilling inside of me.
His orgasm and moans send me over the edge once again. My nails ding into his back as the waves of pleasure consume my every senses.
Sex was always okay with my exes, my vibrator achieving more than they ever did. Until Chris. He fucks me up so good, I always end up wrecked, exhausted and destroyed.
Chris pulls out from inside of me but makes no intention of getting off me, his cum dripping along my thighs. âMoveâ I laugh as he rests his head over my boobs.
âGive me a minute, womanâ He sasses me. âIf I move, I might pass outâ
âUgh fineâ I roll my eyes, throwing my arm over my face.
I can feel his chest rising and falling over mine, his shallow breaths colliding with my covered nipple. Too focused on his heaving chest, my eyes begin to drift off, my eyelids getting too heavy to keep them open. And the last thing I can remember is a sigh that passes through Chrisâs lips.
***
My dry mouth slowly wakes me up, the urge for a glass of water strong in the back of my throat. My eyes flutter open and it takes me a couple of seconds to adjust to the darkness. I rub my eyes to remove the sleep that still holds on, the clock on the wall flashing 2:00 am. Fuck, last time I remember, it was 8:47 pm, right after Chris and I had dinner. Chris.
My head snaps to my chest as a golden mane rests peacefully over my chest. Chris is still deep into his sleep so I try not to wake him up but I need to get out of here. As a small woman, a very tall man laying over me is not really good for my blood flow. I can tell my legs are almost numb from being under him. I try to push him softly on his side so that I can roll away and leave him sleeping here.
âMmâ Chris purrs against my skin, his ocean eyes blinking open slowly.
âSorryâ I whisper, placing my hand over his shoulder blade. âI just need some waterâ
âYeah sureâ Chris straightens up and I can feel the stickiness he left behind over.
âOkay, and a shower as wellâ I laugh as I move towards the kitchen, Chris following close behind.
âAnd is there room for me?â He gives me puppy eyes as I fill my glass up with water.
âHm that dependsâ I pretend to think as I bring the glass up to my lips. âAre you going to behave?â
Chris walks to stand behind me, his hands immediately reaching for my hips. He dips his head down to nuzzle my neck. âNo, I wonâtâ
Chris pushes my hips back against his erection as his free hand takes purchase of my nipple. âYou know what drives me crazy?â
âWhat?â I barely speak as his tongue savors the skin behind my ear.
âThe way you look right after Iâve fucked youâ His other hand hides under the hem of my shorts, softly massaging my entrance over my panties. âYour face right after your orgasm is so fucking hot, your mouth all swollen up and red and so so temptingâ
âChrisâ I gasp, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter as Chrisâ index finger dips inside of me.
âYes, how you moan my name also makes my pants exploteâ He adds a second finger in, forcing my head to fall back against his chest. âI also love it when you were sun dresses and you bend down and I get to look at your perfect assâ
With that, Chris slaps my butt cheek, sending shivers straight to my core. âYou know how many times I touched myself with that imagine in my mind? How I pictured you riding me reverse cowgirl, your ass slamming against my skin?â
âI need you Chrisâ I manage to speak, my eyes closed as my hips follow the rhythm of his hand.
âCome hereâ Chris spins me around to pick me up. âWrap your legs around me, bunnyâ
With me in his arms, Chris walks us to the shower in his bathroom. I take my time to ravage his neck with my mouth, earning moans and praises when I dig my teeth softly in his skin
âIf you donât stop, we are not gonna make it to the showerâ
Chris puts me down so he can turn the water on and let if warm up to us. âOff with those clothesâ
âSo impatientâ I grin, pulling down my shorts, revealing my damp red panties.
âYou are so fucking hotâ Chris admires me as I remove the rest of my clothes. âReally why didnât we start this sooner?â
âDonât know, but now we have all the time in the worldâ I pull him down by the neck to meet my lips. I grab the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. His pants come off soon after and he guides me into the shower, the hot water steaming up the entire room.
âCome hereâ Chris hugs my waist and pulls me under the shower head, water splashing us.
âLast time I saw you hereâ I grin, gripping his arm muscles. âYou were pleasuring yourselfâ
âReally?â He grins, blush straining his cheeks. âDo you want to know what I was thinking about?â
âWhat?â I bite my bottom lip.
âYou in that pink night gownâ Chris presses his hip against me, his tip tickling my belly. âAnd how much I wanted to take it off and fuck you so hardâ
âChrisâ I breath out, my pussy clenching at his words. âShow meâ
***
âWhat the fuck?â A loud shrink wakes me up, making me jump on my spot. âWHAT THE FUCK?â
I look at the door when Polly and Claire have their mouths wide open and staring back at me.
âCan you two shut up?â I groan, letting by head fall back into the pillow.
âPleaseâ Chris whines behind me and thatâs when I realize what is happening.
I fell asleep on Chrisâ bed. After sex. He is naked. Iâm naked. Claire and Polly are here. Fuck.
âLike Hellâ Claire replies to me. âCan you guys fucking explain?â
âDo you want me to explain to you how I fucked my wife?â Chris rolls his eyes as he pulls away from me, still holding on to the bed spread.
âI think Iâm having a fucking seizureâ Polly brings her hand up to her head. âIâm about to have an aneurysmâ
âStop being so dramaticâ I roll my eyes, reaching for a towel thats on the floor near my side of the bed. âYou guys should be delightedâ
âWith the two of you, we never knowâ Claire shakes her head before tossing Chris his pants from the floor. âGet ready. Youâll explain later. Your stylists are here to get you ready for the eventâ
Agh of course, the fundraiser for the Childrenâs Hospital.
âFine, be down in fiveâ I wave them off as I move pass them towards my room.
âNo funny businessâ Polly points at the two of us.
âAs if I last 5 minutesâ I hear Chris reply and then a loud thud. Probably some shoe aimed towards Chris.
And the rest of the morning is spent with people running around doing my hair and makeup, Chris trying on different suits and Polly and Claire staring at us like we grew a second head.
I can tell they want to grill us with questions but every time they try to approach the subject, someone else walks into the room and they have to turn their attention to something else. Itâs not until we are all seated at out assigned table at the event that Polly finally breaks the silence.
âSo how long?â She asks us, her voice un almost a whisper to not gain any attention.
âThe day after the premiereâ Chris replies, bringing his whiskey up to his lips.
âOk not that long thenâ Claire nods. âShould we be concern?â
âBecause Iâm having sex with my wife?â Chris asks and I almost choke on a piece of cheese. âNo, I donât think soâ
âYou guys hated each other less than two weeks agoâ Claire places her hands on the table, leaning forward so that only us can hear. âIf this goes wrong I can only imagine how hard itâs gonna be for usâ
âRelaxâ I roll my eyes, leaning back into my chair. âWe are adults, we know what we are doingâ
âThat does nothing to calm meâ Polly shakes her head. âBut if thereâs one thing I know about you two is that you never make our jobs any easierâ
âCan we please just drop it?â Chris sounds more irritated now. âWe are married, as you have made emphasis on for the last four months, we are getting along. Leave it aloneâ
âFineâ Polly slumps back down on her chair. âI just donât even have the energy for thisâ
âGreatâ Chris nods before turning to me. âIâm gonna go say hi to some friends, do you want to come?â
âNo, itâs okayâ I wave him off. âI actually wanna see the garden so Iâll go for a walkâ
âI can join you if you wantâ Chris offers but I know he hasnât seen his friends in a while.
âNo, itâs okayâ I smile at him. âI saw Ana de Armas a couple of minutes ago, Iâll ask her to keep me companyâ Ana and I became really good friends on set whenever I had to pay a visit to my beloved husband.
âKayâ Chris stands before placing a kiss on my cheek. âSee ya in a bitâ
I follow him until he disappears from my view and my eyes fall back to the two ladies in front of me. âStop fucking staringâ
âItâs just so fucking weird honestlyâ Polly shakes her head before bringing her glass of wine up to her lips. âIâm gonna need more of this honestlyâ
âFine whatever, Iâm gonna go for a walkâ I grab my clutch and walk away from the table.
I look around the beautiful garden to decide what to do. I spot Ana deep in a conversation with someone so I decide better not to step into their conversation. I decide to check out the paintings that are being displayed for the fundraiser. Most of them are floral themed and filled with pastel colors and soft drawings.
âDo you like it?â A deep voice startles me as Iâm gazing closely up at a painting. âSorry didnât mean to scare youâ
âItâs okayâ I wave him off before turning my attention back to the painting. âYeah, itâs gorgeousâ
âGood, cuz I painted itâ He beams at me proudly. âJaques, nice to meet youâ
âY/N, like wiseâ I extend my hand to shake it but he grabs it and brings it up to his lips. I pull it back quickly as I feel my cheeks go warm âYou must be proud of your workâ
âVery much soâ He steps a bit closer to me. âAnd tell me Y/N, do you paint?â
âNo noâ I chuckle, grasping my glass of wine with both of my hands. âI always wanted to but never got around to doing something about itâ
âWhat a shameâ He gives me a side smile. âIâm pretty sure someone as beautiful as you would only creat art just as beautifulâ
I feel myself physically cringing but I try not to be rude so I just smile.
âI could give you some lessonsâ He steps closer, his hand reaching for my elbow to pull me closer. âWe could meet and I could show you everything you needâ
Before I can open my mouth or step away from him, I feel a big hand wrap around my waist and pull me away hard until Iâm pushed into someoneâs chest. I look up to find Chris with his eyes set hard over Jaques. âChris?â My voice comes out squeezed as he presses me against his side. Chris manages to peel his eyes away from Jaques to look down at me.
âHi, Bunnyâ He winks down at me before leaning down to connect our lips in a kiss that anyone would consider inappropriate in public. He finally pulls away to look back to Jaques. âAm I interrupting anything?â
âNo, I was just telling Y/N that I could give her some painting le-â
âMs. Evansâ Chris interrupts Jaques and I feel my cheeks burning but my pussy as well. Fuck who knew possessive Chris was such a turn on.
âWhat?â Jaques almost stumbles with his words.
âShe is Ms. Evans to youâ Chris makes emphasis on this by showing up his ring. âAnd about those painting classes, I donât think theyâll be necessary. If she wants to we can get her another teacher. Now if you excuse us, my wife and I have somewhere to beâ
Chris doesnât even let Jaques form a reply before he is turning us away. âThere was no need to be rudeâ I try to glare at Chris but his eyes look so stormed up that my words come out in breaths.
âThere was no need for him to touch youâ Chris guides me towards some stairs that lead to the foyer of the mansion where event is being held.
âWhere are we going?â I frown when I notice Chris is moving us towards a hallway.
âTo teach you some lessons, not painting onesâ He pushes me into a room before locking the door behind us. âBut a lesson nonethelessâ
I moan as he pushes himself against me and his mouth takes over mine. âChris, someone could hear usâ
âBetter, thenâ
***
âLook, our first sex scandalâ I grin as I show Chris the pictures someone manage to snap of us going inside the manor and then walking back out with my hair a little undone and Chrisâ shirt poorly button up.
âClaire and Polly must be thrilledâ He grins as I flop down next to him on his bed.
âI think they actually wereâ I laugh as I show them the text that they sent me. âEveryone is talking about us and all those rumors of divorce seem to be a thing of the pastâ
âGoodâ Chris smiles down at me before looking down through my night gown at the hickey he left right over my left boob. âSorry about thatâ
âItâs nothingâ I wave him off. âIâm just wearing turtle necks until next week I guessâ
âUh, itâs a shame no one is going to see my work of artâ He grins, pulling me by the waist so that Iâm pressing up against him.
âOh no misterâ I laugh, pressing my hands against his chest to push back away from him but his grip is tighter. âIâm all sore, you need to let me restâ
âFineâ He rolls his eyes but he doesnât let ho of me.
His blue eyes stare down into mine and suddenly I feel my throat dry up. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips before he leans in to touch my forehead with his.
âChrisâ I breath out, my heart going a haywire as he nuzzles my nose with his. âI should probably go to my roomâ
âY/Nâ Chris covers my neck softly with his hand to connect our lips for a brief kiss. âStayâ
âI have my roomâ I reach for his hand with mine but donât pull away. âWe have separate rooms for a reasonâ
âI donât think I remember that reason anymoreâ He grins against my lips before moving his lips down to my neck. I expect him to tease me there but he just stays there and pulls me hard against his chest. âStayâ
Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing
Series Master Post
Part 1, Part 2
âJesus fucking Christ, can you hurry the fuck up?â I slam on the bathroom door. We shouldâve been out the door like 5 minutes ago. âWhat is taking you so long?â
Chris yanks the door open, an exasperated look on his face. âCan you stop screaming like a fucking banshee?â
âWe are going to be late, you idiotâ I glare at him as he starts placing the buttons of his shirt in place.
Chris is in the promotional tour of his new movie so Polly secured an interview with Jimmy Kimmel because thatâs always a success. âShut up and just help me with the tie, Y/Nâ Chris rolls his eyes and steps back so that I can move between him and the bathroom counter.
âFucking man childâ I groan as I bring my hands up to his neck, placing the tie neatly around his neck. âOne would think you would know by now how to do thisâ
âStop complainingâ Chris grins as he stretches his hands to grab my thigh. He pushes his hand under my dress, slowly making his way up my skin.
âWhat are you doing?â I look down, my hands forgetting about his tie and moving to his hand.
âShut upâ Chris stops my hands, pinning them behind my back with ease with just one of his hands. The other removes the half done tie around his neck. âDonât fight me, Y/Nâ
Before I can ask again what he is doing, he ties both of my hands and brings up my skirt. âStop, Polly and Claire could be here any minute nowâ
âY/N, please for once in your lifeâ Chris pulls down my panties before stepping back enough to release his member from his pants. âShut upâ
I want to fight him. God knows how much I want to fight back. But I want to fuck him more.
âOpen upâ Chris orders me as his thumb tugs at my bottom lip. When I do so, he pushes his index finger into my mouth, hard against my tongue. I wrap my lips around his finger, bobbing my head back and forth. âSuch a good girlâ
I feel my pussy clench at the praise so I push my hips forward, the tip of his dick gliding against my stomach.
âSo eagerâ Chris groans before removing his finger from my mouth. He grabs my hip with the other hand to pull me closer as the his finger dips down into my throbbing pussy. âGod, so wetâ Chris moans against my ear as he lets his head rest in my shoulder.
I bite into his neck as he pumps hard and fast into me, me legs shaking under me. âAre you ready for me?â
âMhmâ I whine. Chris pulls his finger out and lines himself into my entrance, the head of his cock getting coaxed with my juices. Before I can complain, he pushes himself into me in one swift motion. My head falls back at the sudden feeling of fullness and the sting that rips my walls.
Chris grabs my ass to use as leverage to pump faster into me. I twist around, trying to touch him but the tie behind my back restricting my every move. âRelease meâ
âBe a good girl and stay still, Y/Nâ Chris shakes his head and brings one of my legs up around his waist to have a better access into me.
I start to whimper against his hear as hi dips one finger in between our bodies to massage my clitoris. Iâm about to moan when we here the door of our room slam shut. âY/N? Chris? We are running lateâ Polly calls out from the outside of the bathroom so Chris quickly places his hand over my mouth to stop any illicit sound. I wait for him to stop but his movements are still persistent and hard, in fact he only gains speed.
âIn a secâ Chris shouts back and goes back to rubbing my clit. I feel the pressure in me almost reaching its peak so I bite into his hand to stop myself from screaming. âJust finishing upâ
âDo you know whereâs Y/N?â Polly asks back.
âProbably at the bar or somethingâ Chris grabs both of my legs so that Iâm wrapped around him and the new angle sends me over the edge. My eyes roll back and I start shaking against Chris as the waves of pleasure take over my every senses. âYou should go checkâ
I donât catch the rest of the conversation, my mind still spinning from my orgasm and Chrisâ dick still inside of me as he looks for his release.
âIâm so closeâ Chris hides his face in my neck to muffle his moans. It only takes a few more pumps into me and then I feel the warmth of Chrisâs cum coaxing my walls. Thank god Iâm on the pill because the sensation of being filled up is so hot it almost pushes me to my edge again.
âGive me a secâ Chris pulls out and I feel his cum dripping down my legs. He pulls a towel from the rack and cleans me up before doing the same with himself. âAll doneâ
âCare to release me?â I race my eyebrow at him. Chris chuckles, totally forgetting that he had me tied back.
âThere you goâ He removes his tie only to place it smoothly back in his neck. He zips his pants back and reapplies his cologne before turning back at me. Iâm still collecting myself from my orgasm so I just lay back on the counter. âHurry up, are are going to me lateâ
He ducks just in time to miss the hair brush that was headed straight for his head.
***
âSo Chrisâ Jimmy taps his fingers a long the wooden table in front of him. âYou brought your lovely wife with you this timeâ
âYeahâ Chris smiles, turning his face towards the audience. âShe is my support system and I wanted to have her with me hereâ
âWe havenât seen much of you two since you guys got marriedâ Jimmy gives him a raised eyebrow and and I can feel Polly tense next to me as we watch from a VIP section of the audience.
âI mean you said it yourself, Jimmyâ Chris brings up his hand to his jaw, a wicked smirk on his face. âWe just got married, we donât leave the house muchâ
My cheeks burn hot as the camera pans to me, the room erupting with teasing screams. I shake my head, laughing as Jimmy calls out my blush. âYou are gonna get in trouble for that one, Misterâ
âI hope soâ Chris nods his head at Jimmy, hyping the crowd even more. He laughs before waving his hands up. âI need to stop pushing my luck hereâ
âYeah, thatâs a wise decisionâ Jimmy chuckles before turning towards you. âY/N, please go easy on himâ
âIâll try, Jimmy, Iâll tryâ I give him a cheeky smile. âI make no promises thoâ
***
âItâs nice to see you get alongâ Claire breaks the silence as we drive through the city of New York. The car zooms through the busy streets and the crowded sidewalks, the city lights brightening the sky. âChris, you did good todayâ
âYeah itâs nice to see you not at each otherâs throatâ Polly adds as she types away on her phone.
Chris leans in to whisper in my ear. âI mean I did have you by the throat yesterdayâ His voice sends shivers down my spine as it bring back memories of the eventful morning we had before we went to the airport.
âWhatâs that?â Polly looks up, thinking Chris was talking to her.
âNothingâ He leans back away from me. âJust talking to myselfâ
âAre you sure you donât want to join us for dinner?â Claire turns to me as the driver pulls up outside our hotel.
âYeah, Iâm just gonna get room service and head to bedâ I give her a reassuring smile as Chris opens up the car door, the flashes going off immediately. âBut you two enjoy your night outâ
Chris steps out, stretching his arm to help me out of the car. His arm goes around me to guide into the hotel, making sure that the paps arenât to close to us.
âis it true you are getting a divorce?â one paparazzi asks me as he steps right in front of me. If it werenât for Chrisâs arm around me, I wouldâve tripped as I bumped against the unknown man.
âHey, stay the hell away from herâ Chris pulls me tight against his chest as I try to squeeze around the crowd of people. Our bodyguards start pushing people away, making way for us to run into the hotel lobby.
âYou okay?â Chris pants as we are finally inside.
âYeah, just scratched myself a little against his camera, thatâs allâ I check my arm as 2 lines start forming over my skin, just a bid of blood making its way to the surface. âIll be fineâ
âLetâs just get to our roomâ Chris nods, grabbing my hand as he notices that everyone in the lobby is looking at us. âHoneyâ
I try to swallow down the laugh that wants to erupt from my chest. âGod you are si stiffâ I whisper only for him to hear.
âOh shut upâ He grins, not looking down at me as we head for the elevator.
Once inside, just the two of us, Chris release my hand and puts his into his pockets. âSo what do you want for dinner?â
âI donât knowâ I twist my mouth. âNot that hungry reallyâ
âHow about some wine and cheese platter?â Chris asks. âI saw one on the menu last nightâ
âYeah, i think that would be niceâ I nod as the elevator dings, signaling weâve reached our floor.
We walk in silence towards our shared suite, only the clacking of our shoes breaking through the silence that rules over the hallway. One weâve reached our door, Chris places his card on the reader and holds the door open for me. âWhy donât you go change and Iâll order the foodâ
âThank youâ I give his chest a soft pat before walking to the bathroom.
Since we cannot get away with having different rooms book for us, I usually sleep on the bed and Chris takes the fold up bed or just crashes on the couch.
I strip out of my jumpsuit, hills tossed somewhere in my room. âWhite or red?â Chris pops his head through the door as he pushes the phone away from his lips.
âRedâ I turn to him as unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.
âJesus christâ Chris rubs his hand through his arm as his eyes fall down to my naked chest. âPlease just knock and leave the food outside. We might be busyâ
âChristopherâ I blush as the poor lady at the end of the phone gets mortified by Chris. âDonât say thatâ
âWhy?â He grins as he tosses the phone somewhere in my bed before stepping in the bathroom. âDid I lie?â
âI mean no but-â My mind betrays me as I follow the movement of his hands.l, unbuttoning his shirt.
âMaybe we donât need food tonightâ Once done with his shirt, his hands move to my hips, pulling me to him. âWe can just eat each otherâ
âChris I-â I try to fight him but his lips come down to my neck, his tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of my skin.
âWhat do you think?â Chris whisper hot against my ear. âDonât you want me to fuck you against the counter? Just like this morning?â
I try to answer but when his fingers pinch at my nipple, any thought I had, just went out the window.
***
âFavorite place to be?â I ask Chris as I press a green grape against my bottom lip.
âMhmâ He brings his glass down from his lip. âI love Boston, my whole family is thereâ
âBesides Bostonâ I roll my eyes. Everyone knows Chris loves Boston. When we got married, his only request was that Boston remain as our principal house, my house in LA just to be used for when we had to be there for the job.
Chris scratches at his beard, thinking deeply. âVenice, I thinkâ
âReally?â I beam. âI want to go there sometime. Amsterdam, tooâ
âYouâve never been there?â Chris asks, slowly moving his glass in circles.
âNopeâ I shake my head. âI didnât have the money before and now I donât have the timeâ
âYeah, I get thatâ He nods his head before bringing his glass back up to his lips. We stay in the comfort of our silence.
I feel weird when itâs just Chris and I. Well, when we are not fucking. We are used to just fighting each other, and now, having sex. Small talk isnât really our strongest side.
Iâm about to excuse myself when Chris breaks the silence. âWhy did you agree?â
âOn what?â I look back at him but his eyes are fixated on the bottle in front of him.
âTo marry meâ His eyes snap back at me. âTo do the whole fake thingâ
âI-Iâ I stutter a bit, his question catching me off guard. âI mean Claire sold me on the whole âitâs whats best for your careerâ thing, so I agreed, I guessâ
âDo you ever regret it?â He follows up his question, never taking his eyes away from me.
Where the hell is this coming from? Weâve never discussed this topic so openly. âDo you?â I sit up straighter, not longer feeling comfortable in my sprawled position.
âNoâ He answers immediately. âTo be honest I didnât care much about itâ
âThen why are you asking me all of this?â I move to place the glass of wine over the coffee table.
âIâm in my 40s, if anything, marrying you got people off my backâ He finally shifts his focus to the bottle of wine, probably feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way my eyes are scanning his every move. âEvery time I had an interview, all they wanted to talk about was if I was planning on settling down, having kids and what notâ
âBut now they ask about meâ I frown, not really seeing the difference.
âBut because they want in in the gossip, no longer out of expectationsâ He sighs, chugging the rest of his wine. âBut you are young, you⌠You could have anything you wanted, whoever you wanted. Why settle for this?â
âIâm not settling, Chrisâ I turn my body to face him, his side profile greeting me. âShit, we might not be a happy lovely marriage but we respect each other, I, at least, admire your work. And yeah we used to fight a lot but Iâve always known that if I need a favor, I can count on you. Thatâs a lot more than what other people haveâ
âYeah, I guessâ Chris finally looks back into my eyes, a softer gaze taking over his eyes. âBut donât you ever want to go to go out with guys your age or something?â
âChris, Iâve dated people beforeâ I chuckled. âAnd trust me, youâve given me more orgasms in the last 48 hours than they ever didâ
Chris tries to hold back the grin on his face but fails miserably when I give him a little shove. âDonât let it get to your ego, grandpaâ
âI make no promisesâ Chris smirks, grabbing a hold of my thigh.
âOh no, misterâ I push his hand away, standing up and away from him. âYou are going to leave me all sore! Give me a breakâ
âFineâ He rolls his eyes at me before also standing up. âIn that case, leave. You are taking up my bedâ
âGood night, grandpaâ I pat his chest before turning around. âMake sure you get a good sleep, we donât want you all grumpy in the morningâ
Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, ass play, swearing.
Part 1
âStay stillâ Marina, my make up artist warns me as she applies my eyeliner. âCanât fuck this up nowâ
âClaire would probably murder youâ I grin as I feel the weight of Marinaâs hand on my cheekbone. âDid you know that you make funny faces when you are doing my make up?â
âItâs my concentration faceâ She winks at me before setting the pen on the table. âThere, all doneâ
âJust in timeâ I whisper as Claire enters the bathroom, a stern look on her face.
âY/N, can you join us in the living room, please?â Claire, my publicist, asks me.
âDependsâ I twist my mouth to the side. âAm I getting lectured?â
âDependsâ She gives me the same look I just gave her. âAre you going to comply?â
âUgh, fine Iâll join youâ I roll my eyes, standing up from my makeup chair. âYou know, you need to stop being so grumpy all the time. Itâs not good for your healthâ
âYeah well thatâs what working for you gets meâ She turns around, guiding me towards the living area of the suite.
I grab the train of my dress before following her steps, making sure not to step over the hem. As soon as I enter the space, I notice Chris standing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixated on his tie, completely oblivious of my presence. I walk pass him, towards the chair next to the window, sitting down gracefully just to make sure my dress remains intact.
âIâm hereâ Polly appears from the adjacent room, a lot of papers in her hand and her phone between her ear and her shoulder. âGotta go, call you laterâ
I take a couple of seconds to look at Chris, his black suit and black shirt hugging his entire frame. I turn my eyes to Polly before Chris can look back. âWhatâs going on?â
âWhat the fuck is going on with you two?â Polly asks as she places her phone down over the coffee table. âAnd why is this the fifth call I receive today about you two?â
âDonât know what youâre talking aboutâ I pout, reaching for a chocolate truffle but setting it down after thinking of the mess I might make of my dress.
âWell, enews is asking if you guys are getting a divorce, people magazine is asking me who cheatedâ Claire snarks back at me.
âWell, we know the answer to that oneâ I smile sarcastically.
âSeriously, Y/N? Youâre still on that shit?â Chris rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.
âWhat? She asked and itâs not like I actually careâ I tell him before turning back to Claire and Polly. âBut for real, whatâs up with the questions? We havenât done anythingâ
âYeah, thatâs the problem, you two donât look at each other or even talk to each other during events and people are starting to notice itâ Polly says as she takes a seat across from me. âGuys, we know this wasnât a love match but for fuckâs sake, you guys are actors, try to pretend at leastâ
Chris and I got married about 4 months ago after a lot of campaigning on Polly and Claireâs part. Every since Chris and I did a movie together two years ago, our fame skyrocketed and our teams thought that it would be a great idea if we dated. Or at least we pretended to. But in reality, we hated each other but apparently thatâs what our movie needed since it was an enemys to lovers story. Fans went batshit crazy after a picture of Chris leaving my apartment at 3 am went viral. Truth was, he was there to apologize after a massive fallout we had during shooting. So we pretended to date and our relationship became like crack for the fans. It only took a couple of months before they were selling us the idea of marriage and only an idiot would deny the good press that our relationship brought to our careers, so we agreed.
âShe basically chops my hand off as soon as I even try to step close to herâ Chris waves his hand at me. âTake it up with herâ
âNice, put the blame on meâ I chuckle. âFucking prickâ
âSee, this has to stop if you guys donât want to end up doing lifetime movies for the rest of your livesâ Claire glares at us accusingly.
âIf Iâll put me out of this miseryâ I exhale loudly but soon stop when Claire gives me a stern look. âKiddingâ
âGuys, pleaseâ Polly sighs. âWe know this situation is not ideal but I need you guys to cooperateâ
âFineâ I shrug. âWeâll be more lovey doveys with each otherâ
âChris?â Polly looks up at him with pleading eyes.
âItâs not like I have a choiceâ Chris turns to me. âNo offenseâ
âIâd have to care in order for it to offend meâ I snark back before turning to Claire. âSorry, from now on Iâll be a good wifeyâ
âGod help us allâ Polly looks up at the ceiling as if God can give her any guidance.
***
The limo pulls up right at the edge of the red carpet, flashes and shouts already making me feel anxious. Chris opens up the door from his side and steps out, waving immediately at the people who have turned their attention to our car. He turns to give me a hand, his free hand reaching for the train of my dress.
âThank youâ I whisper as he bends down to spread the train nicely so it can be appreciated in its full glory.
âThatâs what lovey dovey husbands doâ Chris grins as he places a hand just above my butt cheek. âTry not to chop off my handâ
âTry not to tempt meâ I say with a tight smile in my lips.
Chris guides me towards the red carpet, our names being shouted from every angle. With his left hand still on my back, he pulls to his side to pose for some pictures. He then turns to me, leaning in to whisper something in my ear. âPretend I just said something funnyâ
âThatâs hard since I donât have a point of referenceâ I pretend to giggle as Chris hand pinches my skin. âJerkâ
âSee, thatâs why we make a lovely coupleâ He grins down at me, his lips pressed against my temple. âWe are both assholesâ
âChris, Y/Nâ A pap calls our attention âlook over hereâ
We keep posing for a couple of minutes, every once in a while looking at each other and giving a fake smile. After a while, Polly and Claire guide us to the inside of the theater where Chrisâ movie is premiering. Itâs about a war veteran who comes after being presumed dead. It was a heavy movie and it took a big toll on Chris but it all payed off because people where even mentioning his name along the word âoscarâ.
Half way through the movie, after crying a bit over a really hard scene, an almost naked Chris came on the screen, and there was a bunch of gasps heard around the room. Chris looks good, no one could deny it, but this scene in particular really made it difficult for me to not gape at him. It was really intimate and sexy, and it focused on him going down on his estranged wife.
My hands went to the armrests, gripping a bit as Chrisâ mouth hid between his costars legs. Every since we started the agreement, there was no one else. At least on my part. Mostly to avoid gossip. That meant that my sex life was basically non existent, unless anyone counted the vibrator in my bedside table.
A couple of eyes turned to my direction, hoping to see a reaction from me as I watch my husband be so intimate with another woman. I fidget a little in my seat, a warm feeling setting over my abdomen as I listen to Chrisâ moans over the speakers. I need sex. Not with Chris, obviously. Just sex.
âStop movingâ Chris grunts, placing a hand over my shaking thigh. His palm is hot against my skin, making me gulp.
âGet your hand off meâ I grit my teeth, trying hard not to push his hand away.
âYou are moving like a worm and itâs distracting meâ Chris looks down at me before taking his hand away.
âSorry, the dress is too tightâ I lie. I donât want him to think that this is about him.
âWhatever, just stop squirmingâ He almost grins when I send him a death glare. âChildishâ
âIdiotâ I call him through my teeth.
âBoth of you shut up before someone else listensâ Polly pokes her head from Chrisâ side, giving both of us a pointed look.
I huff before settling my back against my chair. Thankfully, the scene is over and my skin has stopped tingling. I manage to put my attention back into the movie, tears forming every once in a while. Soon after, the credits are rolling and everyone is on their feet, clapping at the whole crew.
I stand up and clap along before Claire softly pushes me to Chrisâ side. Biting the inside of my lip, I wrap my arm around his waistline and look up, faking a smile. âPretend that I just said something sweetâ I whisper only form him to hear.
âThatâs hard since I donât have a point of referenceâ Chris grins, throwing my words back at me. âBut Iâll tryâ
***
âGod she is so prettyâ I cry as I stare up at Taylor Swift as she walks around the room. Every since it was announce that she was going to be in the movie soundtrack, I nearly fainted.
âStop being a creepâ Chris gives me a weird look before going back to his whiskey.
After the movie was over, we traveled to the after party to loosen up a bit more and enjoy the cool LA night. I switched my dress before arriving, opting for a short black dress.
âCan you leave me alone? Please?â I try to not to make a face in case anyone is watching.
âTrust me, thereâs nothing that I want more than to be away from youâ Chris says, still holding his glass to his lips.
âYouâd rather be with her?â I ask, reaching for my vodka soda.
âSeriously? Are we going there?â I can see the anger in his hands as it grips the glass. âNothing happenedâ
About a month after the wedding, I started receiving texts and screenshots from one of Chrisâ costars on a film. They were from a conversation between her and Chris and about how they couldnât wait to be alone and fuck each otherâs brains off. I obviously never cared about it out of jealousy but out of anger because he was making me look like an idiot. Claire and Polly had to intervene, so, after she got a deal on a movie thanks to them, the messages stopped coming.
âWhateverâ I roll my eyes before going back to looking around the room. âAt least she was pretty, I would actually murder you if you cheated on me with an ugly personâ
âI didnât cheatâ He exhales harshly, really annoyed with me.
âGlad to see you are not biting each otherâs heads offâ Claire joins us at the VIP table, a glass of white wine in her hand.
âCome back in 5 minutes and weâll seeâ I give her a sarcastic smile. âItâs really temptingâ
âMaybe you should fuck the anger awayâ Polly smirks as she sits next to Claire.
I immediately tense up, remembering that scene from the movie. âIâd rather shave my entire hair and eat it before doing thatâ
Chris laughs, clearly amused by my comment. âAnd they say romance is deadâ
âWhen it comes to this relationship, they are rightâ I flop back down on the couch. âAnyways, enough about our wonderful marriage. I want to dance or do something fun for onceâ
âLetâs goâ Chris stands up, stretching his hand to me. I stare at his hand for a couple of seconds. âBefore I change my mindâ
âYou want to dance with me?â I blink up at him.
âThatâs what couples do, Y/Nâ Chris rolls his eyes before reaching for my hand and forcing my to stand up.
âSo romanticâ Polly teases, earning a giggle from Claire.
âOh shut upâ I glare at them before following Chris to where there are some people dancing.
Taylor has been singing for a while now, the tunes of Dress starting to slither through the speakers. Chris pulls me against his chest, his hand landing on the curve between my ass and my back. People start to turn their attention to us.
âPeople are staringâ I whisper against his jacket.
âIgnore themâ Chris whispers against my ears. âJust remember you have to look like a madly in love wifeâ
âYeah, because thatâs easyâ I chuckle. âIâve never been married before and Iâve never been madly in love eitherâ
âNever?â He asks me, his breath fanning my skin as we sway with the music. âA high school boyfriend?â
âI mean Iâve had boyfriendsâ I explain. âJust never that serious. You?â
âNot really, I mean, I enjoyed my past relationships but never enough to wish to marry themâ Chris spins me around just as Taylor starts singing the chorus.
âAnd yet you married someone you actually hateâ I laugh, seeing the irony.
âYeah, well, at least you are hotâ He pinches my back softly.
âChristopher Robert Evans, is that a compliment?â I fake gasp. He has called me this before. And so have I. Just because we are not particularly fond of each other doesnât mean we are blind.
âDonât let it get to your headâ Chris rolls his eyes. âIâm trying to get along hereâ
âI mean we are making progressâ I look around the room, scanning the crowd. âThis is the longest we have gone without giving each other an insultâ
âDonât tempt meâ He chuckles. âNo but Iâm serious⌠We should try to at least get alongâ
âYeah, I guessâ I bit the inside of my cheeks. We stay pressed against each other, surrounded just by Taylorâs sweet voice and some chatter.
âI never cheatedâ Chris breaks our silence, his muscle tensing under my hands. âI know that I donât owe you an explanation and I know you probably are not going to believe me. But I didnât. I promised to respect you, and I plan on sticking to that promise, fake husband or notâ
I fix my eyes on the button of his shirt, not daring to look him at his eyes. âI know⌠I guess I just chose to believe it to have a reason to hate you. Iâm sorryâ
âOkay, letâs just put that behind usâ Chris relaxes, his back slouching a bit. âWe can be friends, Y/N. God knows how long we are going to need to keep this going, might as well get alongâ
âPains me to say this, but you are rightâ I finally look up at him, his blue orbs staring down at me. âHi, Iâm Y/N. And you are?â
Chris throws his head back, laughing. âYou have my last name, Y/N. We can start over without weird introductionsâ
âIndulge me, Evansâ I poke his chest. âI donât know that much about youâ
âWhat do you want to know?â He raises his eyebrow. âAsk awayâ
âWhatâs your favorite color?â I blush, realizing how stupid my question is. âSorry, Iâll try againâ
âGreenâ He ignores my second statement. âYours?â
âBlue, but like light blue, kinda like your e-â I cut myself, my cheeks flaring.
âHere I was asking to be friends and you are just laying it out on meâ Chris grins hard. âYou waste no time, Ms. Evansâ
âIdiotâ I slap his arm playfully. âI meant I like the shade, thatâs allâ
âSure sureâ He nods, a smug look on his face. âMy turn⌠Favorite animal?â
âMmm tough one⌠I really like raccoons and-â I stop myself when Chrisâ laugh erupts from his chest. âWhat?â
âWho the fuck likes Raccoons?â His eyes are still tingling with amusement.
âThey are cute and funnyâ I defend myself. âThey are like just so hilariousâ
âFuck thatâs goodâ He shakes his head. âYou are weirdâ
âMany people like raccoonsâ I fight him. âYou need to learn to appreciate their beautyâ
âYeah, no thanksâ Chris stops moving and grabs my hand. âWhy donât we go back to the table? Seems stupid to try to have a conversation while dancingâ
âOkie dokieâ I follow his lead back to our VIP table.
Polly and Claire are deep into a conversation, probably some gossip or something like that. PR people always know everything about everyone. We sit down across from there, getting back their attention.
âOh look, you guys made it without a scratchâ Polly nods proudly. âWho wouldâve thought?â
I roll my eyes before turning my eyes back to Chris, falling back into our conversation.
***
âHi, bubâ I lean down, my heels in on hand and the other one petting Dodger behind his ears. âWhere you a good boy to uncle Scott?â
Scott was our designated dog-sitter most of the nights. Neither of them minded, Dodger loved him so much, he actually listened to him.
âHeâs always a good boyâ Chris bents down to plant a kiss over the dogâs head before walking away from the entry way.
I make my way to my room, Dodger following right behind me. I hear Chris yell âtraitorâ before I disappear into my closet.
A couple of minutes later, Iâm tucked in my bed, Dodger at the edge, his head over my feet. Chrisâ footsteps catch hims attention, his head snapping up. âYou traitorâ
âLet him beâ I pull the dog closer to me. âHe always sleeps with youâ
Chris and I have separate rooms and I only sleep on the masters bedroom whenever we have other people around. People that donât know about the whole fake marriage thing. Mostly the maid and the cook and both of our families. Even Scott believed we were happily married.
âYeah, cuz he is mineâ Chris sasses. âCâmon boyâ
But Dodger stays put. âJust give up alreadyâ
âFine, just this onceâ Chris drops the subject before snapping his head up. âUh, I forgot. Do you have any spare razor? I forgot to ask Mayra to restock my shelfâ
âYeah sureâ I move slowly so that dodger wonât sprint out of my bed. I push the covers away and step out of the bed.
Quickly, I reach the bathroom and pull a pink razor from the cabinet under my sink. âYouâll have to settle for this pink oneâ I stretch my hand before looking up, Chrisâ eyes not exactly meeting mine.
Fuck. I forgot that I chose the pink nightgown. The one the gave me too much cleavage and barely reached under my butt cheeks. Nervously, I reach for my rob thatâs draping over my night stand, snapping Chrisâ attention away from my bare legs.
âUh, yeah no, thanksâ Chris mutters, snatching the razor from my hand and walking away from my room a bit to fast.
I shake my head a bit before moving back to my bed, Dodger still sprawled on the edge of the bed. âLetâs sleep this off, buddyâ
About 10 minutes have passed since I turned off the lamp over my nightstand, when a weird sound startles me awake. I squint my eyes, as if thatâs going to help me decipher the source of the noise. A couple of seconds later, right when Iâm about to drop it, I hear it again. A moan. A moan from Chris. His bathroom shares a wall with my room, sounds slipping into my area really easy. I can hear his muffled moans a bit clearer, connecting my ear to the wall.
âThis fuckerâ I feel anger bubbling inside of me. He brought someone home. After saying he wouldnât cheat on my. Well not technically on me, on the promise of respecting me.
I push away the covers from my frame, earning a glare from Dodger before he moves to settle over the free side of the bed.
I walk fast towards his room, ready to rip him a new one. I push pass his door and head straight to the bathroom. I keep waiting for a pair of heels or some panties dropped somewhere on his room but my eyes remain cleaned from that sight. Iâm about to burst into the bathroom when the imagine forming on front of me stops me cold on my feet.
Chrisâ has his back against the wall, the shower head splashing his face, water dripping down his torso. His hand is pumping his swollen dick, curses coming out of his mouth along with the movement.
Itâs like I am being hypnotized. I want to move my eyes away, but the scene in front of me so fiery, my eyes remain glued to his member. I feel a warm spreading in between my legs as Chris pumps harder. He lets out a hard loud moan as white loads burst from the tip of his dick. He huffs, rolling his head back, letting the water wash away all the produce of his effort.
I snap out of it, walking backwards fast before sprinting back to my room. I close my door slowly, making sure not to make a sound before hiding under my bed spread. I close my eyes hard trying to remove the picture from my head but the heat in between my legs not allowing me to.
I give up after 5 minutes, poking my hand out from under the bed covers. Without even looking, I dig my hand into my nightstand, searching for my pink vibrator. This will have to do for the night.
I have a plan for tomorrow.
***
âLet me get it off, bubâ I bent down to release Dodger from his leash, the pup ready to sprint to the backyard.
Dodger and I love to go on hikes together, just the two of us and the sun rising over the horizon.
I hear from clattering from the kitchen so I step into the area, spotting Chris over the stools that surround the kitchen island. âHey thereâ
âMorningâ Chris looks up at me, as he sets his coffee down. âHow was the hike?â
âPretty goodâ I reach for the top cabinet, looking for a glass. Chris probably put the dishes away because the glasses are to far back, forcing me on my tip toes.
I can feel Chrisâ eyes burning a hole over my ass as the my tennis skirt rises enough to expose the underside of my cheeks. I turn around and Chris snaps his gaze back to his omelet, his cheeks turning red.
I fill my glass with water and gulp it down, not taking my eyes from him. I settle the glass down before moving to stand in front of him, the kitchen island separating us.
âLetâs have sexâ I say hard, so hard that Chris starts coughing as a piece of egg gets caught up in his throat.
âIâm sorry, what?â He looks up at me, his breath a bit hard from the chocking and maybe from my statement.
âLetâs have sexâ I repeat myself. âYou said you were not going to cheat and neither will I. But we both have needs and I think itâs a good ideaâ
âWhat are you even-?â Chris starts but I roll my eyes.
âI heard you last nightâ I confess. His face turns a deep shade of red, the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. âLook, I wonât judge you, I did it, too.
âYou- what?â Chrisâ breath hitches, his knuckles turning white as he closes his hands.
âCâmon we are not fiveâ I step around the kitchen island, closer to him but still leaving some space between us. âWe can get each other off, and we are married so itâs not like we are doing harm to anyone
âI donât- Iâmâ Chris stammers a bit. âIâm not sure itâs a good ideaâ
I stare at him for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again. âFine, Iâm not going to beg. I still have my vibrator. Itâll probably do a better job, anywaysâ
I turn around to leave but Chrisâ hand flys up to my neck, gripping the back to turn me back around.
âWhat did you just said?â He brings his face close to mine. His grip tightening a bit. âRepite itâ
âI can do a better job with my vibrator than youâ I breath out, focusing my eyes on him.
Chris grunts before crashing his lips down to mine angrily. A moan scapes my mouth as he bits into my lower lip, making way for his tongue to punish me. His free hand travels down to my leg, pulling me up to place me on the kitchen counter.
I push my hands into his hair as his tongue swipes my bottom lip clean before moving down to my jaw and the to my neck before settling on the spot right under my earlobe. He sucks hard as his hands start pulling at my sports bra. My sweaty chest makes it a bit hard so I pull away to help him. As soon as the textile is not longer covering my boobs, Chris dives right in for one of my nipples, forcing me to arch my back. While his tongue polishes my hard nipple, his right hand moves to the other unattended bud of flesh. First his palm rolls against the harden button, his calloused skin sending tingles straight to my core.
âFuckâ I moan as I his salive drips down a long my nipple. I canât keep my eyes away from the scene, my burning gaze forcing Chris to look up at me as he pulls my nipple with his teeth. âOh godâ
âLay downâ Chris pushes me down with his hand until my back connects with the cold granite of the counter.
I bring my hands to his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his shirts, signaling him to take it off. âGet rid of this, Christopherâ
âOn itâ He groans against my skin, stepping away just enough to pull the shirt over his head. His hard pecks and abdomen glistening in front of me, the pants forcing his muscles to look more prominent. âSatisfied?â
âNoâ I pull him down against my lips, my tongue making a mess of his bottom lip. âTake me like a man, Evansâ I mutter against his lips.
âAs you wishâ Chris groans before moving his mouth down along my skin until it reaches the edge of my skirt. I wait for him to take it off but instead he just pushes it up and tucks down my underwear along with my leggings. He steps back a bit to pull his pants down, his boxers following the same fate.
âYou know how many times my eyes were glued to your ass as you skipped around with this fucking skirt?â Chris growls as his spreads my thighs as my pussy radiates heat right in front of him. âHow many times I picture your ass red after a good slapping, only this thine material covering the swell of your ass?â
I moan loudly as his hands grab my thighs, my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the counter. âI want you to be loud, Y/Nâ Chris pinches my butt cheek before lining himself up to me. âMoan my nameâ
âYes, Chrisâ I throw my head back as he rubs my entrance with his tip âRip me openâ
Chris pushes just enough for his head to enter my pussy, my folds hiding his pink tip. âYeah stretch me openâ I throw my head back as he sways back and forth, entering me slowly.
âI canât hold it anymoreâ Chris grips my thighs. âBrace yourselfâ
I grab the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as he pushes hard into me. Thereâs a sting that makes tears form on my eyes. Iâve never had someone this big inside of me, my pussy throbbing at the new feeling.
âLook at youâ Chris presses his thumb against my clit. âTaking me so goodâ He throws his head back as his entire cock disappears into me. His thrusts are hard and slow, building up the tension in my lower belly.
âCâmereâ Chris stops, pulling out so I cry at the loss of him. âLet me turn you aroundâ
Chris puts me on my feet before turning me around so my ass is pressed against his hard cock. âBend over, Y/Nâ
I do as Iâm told, pressing my chest against the cold tiles. Chris grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, using the as support to hold himself as he re enters me. âThatâs right. So tightâ
Iâm lost in my own moans when I feel Chris spit on his hand, before pressing his thumb against my asshole. âChrisâ I tense up immediately.
âIâm not going to fuck you there, Y/Nâ He massages around my hole. âI just like to see the way you clench upâ he caresses my butt cheek, trying to get me to loosen up again. âDo you want me to stop?â
He waits for my answer as I take in the sensation, his thumb placing a soft pressure over my hole. Itâs not bad. âNo, itâs okayâ
âGoodâ Chris grunts as he picks up his pace, plunging hard against me. This new position really allows him to go in deep, reaching a new part of me that has me whimpering.
âChrisâ I whine when he angles himself so that I can feel him fill me up to the point where me knees are shaking under me. âI wonât lastâ
âYes, cum around my cockâ He reaches down to grab my pony tail in a fist, making me arch my back. His movements become erratic as he speeds up, encouraging the orgasm out of me.
âYes yes yesâ I cry as I feel the tightness around my pussy before the release finally arrives. The cries that come out of ny mouth are filthy, so filthy that Chris drops down and plugs in his thumb into my mouth. I bit at his skin, the waves of pleasure still rocking my core.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ Chris groans as he pulls out, his entire load landing on my back. âFuck yesâ
Iâm still shaking, waiting for him to catch his breath so that he can help me stand up. âChris, fuck that wasâŚâ
Iâm so out of breath I donât even finish my sentence, Chris doing it for me. âSo hotâ
I feel him pull away from me, a cool breeze replacing the warmth of his body. âDonât moveâ I hear him move around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel before running it down the the warm water that pours out of the faucet.
Chris walks back to me, cleaning his entire release from my back. âI think you need to wash your hairâ I can hear the grin on his smug face.
âSeriously?â I groan, standing up. âAim better next time, Evansâ
âYou want a next time?â He throws the dirty towel at the floor where my sweaty clothes are.
âIâm game if you areâ I shrug, tugging the elastic out of my hair.
âThen letâs play, Y/Nâ Chris grins hard as his dick starts twitching.
Summary: after filming for a month with Chris Evans, you get tired of pretending he is not the most gorgeous man in the world
Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, oral, swearing
âYeahâ I nod at Sam, one of the actors from the movie we just finished, not really paying attention at what heâs saying. My attention is focused on a certain blue eyed blond across the room.
He knows Iâm looking at him, his eyes quickly moving to mine before going back to the girl in front of him. I hate him and he knows it.
When I see that heâs coming this way, I lean in closer to Sam, as if I wasnât just hoping for this conversation to end. âThatâs so funnyâ I grab Samâs arm as Chris reaches us.
âSamâ Chris slaps Samâs shoulder, a little to harshly. âY/Nâ Chris turns to me, giving me a sly wink. âHow are you guys enjoying the party?â
âNot as much as you, it seemsâ I try to smile, pointing to the girl thatâs still waiting for him. âShe seems like your type, Evansâ
âSheâs niceâ He chuckles. âBut we know thatâs she not exactly what Iâm looking forâ
âAnd what are you looking for, Robert?â I lean in, taking a gulp of my vodka.
âSee, I-â Chris gets interrupted as Sam walks away, completely feeling left out of our conversation âOopsâ Chris smirks before walking back to the girl from before.
âThis fuckerâ I groan, finishing off my vodka.
âTrouble in paradise?â Stephen Amell chuckles as he stands next to me. âLet me guess, Evans?â
âWhat? Noâ I shake my head before stealing the glass of whiskey he has on his hand.
âNever took you for a whiskey girl or a liarâ He teases me. âYou do know we all see it right?â
âSee what?â I ask, my eyes piercing a whole in the back of the girl who has her arm on Chrisâ chest.
âRight, denialâ Stephen nods, grabbing a new glass of whiskey from the passing waiter. âJust admit you two want to fuck the life out of each otherâ
âDonât know what you are talking aboutâ I shake my head before turning to him. âChris can fuck the entire cast for all I careâ
âWell, he might do just thatâ Stephen points at Chris, who is whispering something in the girlâs ear.
âI HATE HIMâ I complain before finishing of my drink. âIâve had itâ
âFinallyâ Stephen laughs as I make my way to the karaoke.
I lean into the ear of the dj to pick my song before grabbing the mic to stand on stage. Stephen, Nina and Hailee cheer me on as Chris locks eyes with me. The song starts and I can see the smirk spreading over Chrisâ face. I hate that stupid face.
âYou should take it as a compliment, That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk, You should think about the consequence, Of your magnetic field being a little too strongâ I sing as Chris walks over to the edge of the stage to stand in front of me as I sing away, moving closer to him.
I can see the cameras coming out and the whistles from people as I sing around Chris, making it pretty obvious that this is about him.
âIf you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her, But if you're single that's honestly worse, Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurtsâ Chris shakes his head, laughing at the side eye I give the girl thatâs where he left her.
âOcean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and dieâ I keep singing, not really caring about anything anymore.
Chris follows my every move, his blue eyes connecting with mine every chance they get.
I stand in front of him for the next part. âThere's nothing I hate more than what I can't have, Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, Alone, unless you wanna come alongâ
Chris smirks and before he can say anything, I grab his shirt and pull his lips to mine. Almost knowing, Nina grabs the mic from my hand as I wrap both of my arms around Chrisâ neck and his hands pull on my legs to have them wrap around him. âLetâs goâ Chris whispers against my lips before getting me off the stage wrapped around him.
Everyone starts cheering and whistling as we walk out of the party, my face hidden in Chrisâ neck. When we are out of sight, I start pressing kisses along his neck and up his ear, making his grip on my leg tighten.
âCâmon bunny, Iâm barely holding it together hereâ Chris grows as he walks us to his trailer, his legs not moving fast enough.
âI donât want you toâ I bite his neck as Chris pushes the door open and quickly steps into the room.
âGood godâ Chris sighs as he drops me on his bed. I fall back, looking up at him.
âI hate youâ I smirk, leaning forward to grab his shirt again and pull him down on the bed with me. âI hate your stupid face, and your blue eyes and I hate that girl and I hate you for looking at her instead of meâ
âYou know I only have eyes for youâ Chris nudges his nose with mine. âI hate Sam, and I hate the guys you had to kiss for the movie and I hate your lips for being so temptingâ
âThis has to goâ I pull on his shirt to throw it across the room.
âI have the same thought about this thingâ Chris whispers as he starts to pull up my blouse, kissing the exposed skin he finds along the way. His mouth comes to rest over my breasts, his hand massaging my leg until it finds itâs way under my skirt.
I canât move as his eyes connect with mine, the blueness taking over me and paralyzing me. With his free hand, he unclasps my bra, revealing my hard nipples. Chris leans in and blows my hard bud, watching it contract under his spell. He sticks his tongue out, his eyes trapping mine again as he latches onto my skin. My hands go to his hair as he sucks my nipple hard. His hand thats under my skirt quickly pulls down my panties as I try to reach for his pants.
âWait waitâ Chris stops, standing up to kick his pants off, watching me as I lay there with only a pink tennis skirt and my hard nipples. âGod you are so fucking hot, more than I could ever imagineâ
I stand on my knees, pulling Chrisâ hips closer to me. âLet meâ I start to pull his underwear off, pushing it down to reveal his big cock, ready of action. âMmmâ I look up at him before wrapping my lips around his tip. I moan at the taste as Chris drops his head, his right hand grabbing my hair in a fist.
I push his entire length into my mouth, not caring about the pain that it brings to my jaw. Heâs so big I cannot fit him entirely but I go as far as I can, feeling his head hit the back of my throat. âJust like that babygirlâ Chris bites his lip, pulling hard on my hair. âFuck yesâ
âFuck me, fuck my mouth Chrisâ I beg so Chris wraps his hand around the back of my neck and starts thrusting in and out of my mouth, profanities leaving his mouth with every movement. Tears start streaming down my face as I try not to choke on his member.
âSo good to me babyâ Chris moans, pushing harder and faster. âYes, yesâ He groans so hard before I feel him spill in my mouth, his hot load running down my mouth as I try to swallow as much as I can. âFuckâ
I look up at him as I clean my face with the back of my hand âFuck Chris, that was so hotâ
Chris leans in to kiss my mouth, not caring about the taste that his cock left on my lips. âLay on your stomach, bunnyâ
I donât question his command, immediately turning to give my back to him. âWhat are you going to do?â
âReward you, baby girlâ Chris groans as he pushes my right leg up. He doesnât take off my skirt, just pushes it slightly up before dipping his long finder into my pussy. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum again just from feeling you so hot and wetâ
âChrisâ I moan against the pillow as his finger moves out to rub against my clit. âFuck, Chrisâ
âThatâs it, babyâ Chris grabs my leg and pulls back, forcing me on my knees but my chest still pressed against the bed. âMoan my nameâ
Before I can process what heâs saying, Chrisâ mouth connects with my pussy, his tongue licking my entire entrance before entering me. âCHRISâ I gasp, my entire body twisting under his mouth. Chris hands grab my hips, stopping me form moving. He starts sucking my clit, getting whimpers out of my mouth as he latches onto me. âFuck fuck fuck Chrisâ
âCum for me baby, do itâ Chris encourages me before blowing cold air against my clit, sending shock waves all over my body. Every strength I have in me leaves my body the moment he starts thrusting is tongue in and out as his thumb rubs against my clit. I start shaking as I feel the orgasm exploding around me, loud moans with his name leaving my mouth. Before my orgasm is even finished, Chris quickly stands on his knees before pushing his length inside me, the stretch causing me to moan even harder as the orgasm intensifies.
Chris starts thrusting hard and fast as I keep groaning out his name, his hand on my hair pushing me down into the pillow. âThatâs it, take me. Take my entire cock, bunnyâ
I cannot longer control myself, the intensity of his movements and my previous orgasm sending me over the edge and into my second. As I cum, I tighten my walls against Chrisâ cock, causing him to swear before pulling out fast enough so that his entire load lands on the bed.
âFuckâ Chris huffs as he cleans himself with the blanket before grabbing me and pulling me to his chest. âThat was so goodâ
I can barely keep my eyes open as I look up at Chris, his lips still red and glistening from eating me out. âI love youâ I whisper, placing my hand over his cheek.
Chris grabs my hand to press it against his lips. âI love you so much, bunnyâ He pulls me closer to kiss my forehead. âAnd just so we are clear, I only want you, I was trying to make you jealousâ
âWell, it worked because you are mine, Evansâ I kiss his lips. âOnly mineâ
Summary: The Evans Christmas Family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking with him
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
âAre you going to mean it in the morning?â Chrisâ hot breath over my lips causes me to shiver. His arm are wrapped around me, keeping me close to him.
âIâm going to mean it for the rest of my lifeâ I bring my hand up to caress his cheeks. âIf you want me toâ
âI want all of youâ His finger lifts my chin enough so that our lips are barely touching. âEvery bit of youâ
âI love you, Chrisâ I whisper before connecting our lips in a much needed kiss. His tongue os warm and silky against mine, his lips so soft and inviting.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me so that Iâm straddling him. I dig my hands in his hair, my lips moving to his neck as he places both of his hands on my hip. âBabyâ he moans when I suck the skin under his ear.
âMmmâ I purr at the endearment, grinding my hips against his. âI love the sound you makeâ
âAnd as much as I enjoy thisâ He grabs my hips again, stoping my moves. âWe should continue this when we are both soberâ
âIâm not drunkâ I pout placing my hands on his chest.
âBunny, you had like 7 shots of tequila and I donât even remember how many vodka sodasâ He grabs my left hand to place a kiss on my palm. âTrust me, thereâs nothing more than I want right now that to hear you moan my name while I make you mineâ
âChrisâ I whine. âYou canât say that and expect me to not want to jump your bones right nowâ
âI love youâ He grins, placing me back on the bed. âCâmon, lets get some sleepâ
âThis is so unfairâ I pout as he cuddles around me.
âI promise Iâll give you mind blowing sex tomorrow and for the rest of your lifeâ He gives me a quick kiss before pulling me to his chest. âNow, letâs sleepâ
âFineâ I sigh, settling for the warmth of his chest.
***
Chris is still snoring by the time I open my eyes, heâs on his side with his left around wrapped around me. I turn around, still in his embrace, and start pressing kisses along his jawline and up to his lips. It takes a couple of seconds for Chris to wake up and when he does, his arm pushes me harder against his chest.
âMorninââ He grins as I move my lips up to his ear. âWhat are you doing, bunny?â
âYou promised me mind blowing sex and Iâm here to collect my rewardâ I throw one of my legs over his hips so that I can feel his hard dick against my middle.
âBabe, I donât think-â
âYou promised, Evansâ I flop back into my side of the bed, huffing.
âI knooowâ He laughs, pulling me back to him to kiss me. âBut we both know that my mom is going to come knock on that door anytime nowâ
âI hate it when you are rightâ I place my head under his chin.
âBut you love meâ He jokes but I can hear the doubt he tries to hide.
I look up at him, guiding his face to mine with my hand. âI do. I love you much and the thought of not having you love me back breaks every little piece of my heart, thatâs why I had to confess my feelings for youâ
âAnd Iâm so happy you didâ Chris hugs me tight against him. âI love you, bunnyâ
âThat nickname is gonna stick now, right?â I chuckle.
âMhmâ He nods, kissing my nose. âYou are my bunnyâ
*** 1 week later***
âMerry Christmasâ I lean over the couch to kiss Chrisâ cheek as I place the hot chocolate in between his hands.
âCome here, youâve kept me waiting long enoughâ he grabs my arm to guide me around the couch.
âI was helping your mom with the chocolateâ I bring his lips down to meet mine.
âYou owe me more than a kiss for making me wake up by myselfâ Chrisâ grins against my lips.
âKnock it off you twoâ Scott claps his hands as he takes the seat next to us. âItâs time to open presentsâ
As everyone gathers around and the kids look for their present, Chris keeps whispering dirty things on my ear, keeping my cheeks flushed and hot.
âY/N, this one has your nameâ Lisa smiles at me as she hands me a tiny blue box.
âI told you not to get me anythingâ I glare at Chris after I read his name on the card.
âAnd you thought I would listen?â He chuckles as I start to unwrap the box.
âChrisâ I gasp. âItâs gorgeousâ I bring the gold necklace out of the box. A small golf âCâ covered with diamonds dangles in the middle. âI love itâ
âReally? I was scared it was a little pretentiousâ He scratches the back of his neck, barely looking up to me.
âNo, itâs perfectâ I lean in to kiss him before handing him the necklace so that he can put it on around my neck. âYou know, I got you something tooâ
âReally?â His voice sounds really surprised as he looks around the christmas tree. âI mean, I got you, I donât need anything elseâ
âHereâ I lean in to grab a red bag thatâs by the edge of the tree. âItâs not much but I hope you like itâ
âLetâs seeâ Chris opens the bag to reveal a pillow with a picture printed on it. Itâs an old picture of Dodger and I that I took when Chris asked me to babysit him 2 years ago. âOh my God, this is perfectâ
âDid you like it?â I beam up at him.
âI love it, itâs gonna be right at the center of my bedâ He grabs me by the neck to place a hard kiss against my lips. âI have an ideaâ
Before I can ask why, Chris is already throwing me over his shoulder. âIf you excuse me, I have to go open my other presentâ
Scott groans and Shanna and Carly cover the kids ears. âJesus, Chris! Behaveâ
*** Two months later**
âBabe, I have to goâ I protest as Chris has me pinned down, his lips taking over my neck.
âNo you donâtâ He fights back, now moving his mouth to mine. âYou could stay hereâ
âI havenât been to my apartment in two weeksâ I giggle as his beard tickles my neck. âIâm basically giving my money away to the landlordâ
âThen come live hereâ Chris says so I stop giggling. This also makes a stop on Chrisâ kiss. âIâm sorry, I didnât-â
âDo you want me to come live here?â I ask him, my hands getting sweaty.
âDo you think itâs too soon?â Chris asks back.
âDo You?â I look down as his lips and then back to his eyes.
âBunny, if it was up to me you would already have a diamond on that fingerâ He leans down to kiss my lips.
âOkayâ I laugh again, the tension already gone. âLetâs start with the moving in, we can think about that ring later onâ
Summary: The Evans Christmas Family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking with him
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
âWhat do you recommend?â I lean in to whisper to Chris, everyone too busy looking at their own menu. âI donât know what to pickâ
âMmm the chicken parmesan pasta is always a great ideaâ Chris points at the small picture of the dish. âIf you pair it with white wine, itâs the cherry on tooâ
âMmm I donât think I should be ordering wineâ I chuckle, placing the menu back on the table. âWine gets me in a sexy moodâ
âUff, then the more reason to do itâ He grins at me, placing a hand over my knee. Oh two can play this game, Evans.
âMaybe tonightâ I grin, leaning in closer so that my perfume scent engulfs him. âBut Iâm warning you, Evans. I can get really messy when wine is involvedâ
âI can handle messy, Miss Y/L/Nâ He says this as his hand rises up to my thigh just a little bit.
âThen Iâll make sure to be in my worst behaviorâ I lean in as slowly as I can, Chrisâ eyes so focused on me, his lips barely open. I close the distance between our lips, the kiss a little more hot that what would be considered appropriate for a family lunch but for everyone it can look like a small kiss because I grab Chrisâ neck to pull him closer so that he can conceal me for when I grace my tongue over his lips.
When I pull away, Chrisâ eyes are so dark and stormy, his chest heaving. âNobody is watching, Y/Nâ
âOops, I guess I forgotâ I grin. Chris is about to say something when the waiter interrupts him.
âCan I get your drinks?â
Iâm the first one to order so without taking my eyes away from Chris, I tell him what I want. âIâll have a pinot grigioâ
âDo you think you are going to be able to handle yourself?â Chris whispers into my ear while everyone is ordering.
âItâs not myself that Iâm worried about, Chrisâ I sit sideways, trying to face. âAfter all, you were the one watching me showerâ
âBut you were the one who left the door openedâ He winks at me before turning back to the waiter, leaving me with my mouth wide open.
***
âYeah, were not going out with you looking like thatâ Chris stands up from his couch as I reach the first floor, ready to go out with Chris and his siblings.
âWhy?â I pout, looking down at my outfit. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
âNothing, babeâ Scott waves Chris off. âYou look hot as fuckâ
âLanguageâ Lisa giggles, earning an eye roll from Chris. âNo but you do look gorgeous, honeyâ
âI know! I never said she didnâtâ Chris reaches my side and grabs my waist. âBut so will the rest of the barâ
âOh but I only have eyes for youâ I bop his nose, knowing that Chris wonât actually force me to change.
âYouâll freeze to deathâ He counterparts, still trying to fight me.
âIâll take a coatâ I pat his chest before looking around the room. âWhere are my girls?â
âComingâ Shanna shouts as she and Carly walk up to us.
âLets gooâ I clap my hands happily as we all get up, ready to leave.
***
I call already feel sweat running down the back of my neck, my whole body buzzing after the four shots of tequila Scott dared me to drink. Itâs been so long since Iâve danced like this, so freely and feeling myself.
âDamn Y/Nâ Scott slaps my ass playfully, earning chuckles from his sisters. âYou do know how to moveâ
âThanksâ I grin but then I roll my eyes. âWell, at least you notice itâ
âIs this about my boring brother over there?â He nods his head to the direction where Chris is. He has a glass of whiskey in his hands, the other one on his phone, his eyes not moving away from the screen.
âYeah, he hasnât looked at me even for a minute since we got hereâ I try to not sound as disappointed as I actually feel but based on the look my fake in laws give me, I know that Iâm not doing a good job at it.
âNo no no, you go there and you force him to look at you, god every man in this bar probably wishes they could be grinding behind youâ Shanna tells me, looking back at her brother. âIf you donât go, Iâll do it myselfâ
âYou walk there and make him want youâ Scott nods before giving me a soft push towards Chrisâ direction.
I try to steady my breath, trying to come up with a plan to seduce Chris without making a fool of myself. I mean, I could blame it on the alcohol just in case, but I rather not have to do it.
When I close enough, without a warning, a grab the phone from his hand and before he has a chance to protest, I step myself in between his legs, sitting down in his lap. âCan you give me back my phone?â
âNopeâ I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck. âCan you give me your attention?â
âWhy? Is the attention of all the men in this bar not enough?â he scoffs, leaning back and away from me.
âIs that what this is all about? Are you jealous?â I move from his lap to rest both of my knees in the little space between his legs and I place my arms around his neck again, so basically Iâm laying on top of him. âYou know I donât care about that, right? I only want your attentionâ
âYou donât have to lie, Scott and the girls are not close enough to hear youâ He rolls his eyes before moving them away from me.
âGod you are so stupidâ I groan, grabbing his head to bring his focus back to me. I bring my lips up to his mouth, my tongue darting out to get a taste of his mouth. His lips are warm and soft and I canât help but moan when his tongue meets mine.
Thank god the lighting in this bar is so dark, otherwise people would have seen the entire show Chris and I are putting on. He finally sits up straighter, his hands grabbing the back of my thighs as I dig my hands into his blond mess. I pull his head back by his hair, making him look me in the eyes.
âChrisâ I try to speak but Iâm so out of breath that it comes out as a moan.
âFuckâ Chris curses, his chest heaving and his hands giving my thighs a hard squeeze that earns him another moan. âWe canât do thisâ
Iâm about to step away from him, feeling rejected when he adds ânot hereâ.
I give him a quick kiss before standing up and stretching my hand to him. âCome dance with me thenâ
Chris bits his lips, a grin trying to scape, before standing up and grabbing my hand. âLead the wayâ
âYou know, now that I think about it, I donât think Iâve ever seen you dance, Captainâ I walk backwards, my hand still in his. âThat time at Robertâs house you denied me of such a pleasuresâ
âIt was for your own goodâ He grins, pulling my arm to stop me on my tracks. âYou wouldnât have been able to keep you hands off meâ
âCocky much?â I roll my eyes, pressing my hands against his chest as his arms circle my waist.
âYou know I am, Babyâ He winks at me before giving my side a squeeze. âNo but all jokes aside, my dance moves suuuckâ
âI think Iâll be the judge of that, Capâ I pull him closer to me, keeping my eyes on his. âNow, letâs danceâ
***
âMCDONALDS MCDONALDS MCDONALDSâ Scott and I chant loudly as Chris, who is sitting between us in the back, rolls his eyes.
âShanna, we are going to have to stop at McDonalds or they wonât stopâ Chris leans forward to pop his head between his sisters. âY/N alone is a force to be reckoned with but you add Scott to the mixture and itâs worseâ
âFine, Iâll look for one not to far awayâ Carly pulls out her phone to look for one close as Shanna just laughs.
âYou are in for a good one, brotherâ She giggles as Carly gives her the directions.
We finally reach the restaurant and after ordering from the drive thru, we are back in the road to home.
âDonât get ice cream on the couchâ Chris looks at me sternly as he holds my ice cream cone.
âOr what?â I flash him a grin before leaning in to suck on the ice cream still in his hand.
âFuckâ He breaths out lowly, just for me to hear. âYou are killing me, womanâ
âGoodâ I dip my finger into the ice cream before rubbing it on his cheek. âOops, let me clean thatâ
I lean in, sticking ny tongue out to seductively lick the sweetness of his cheek. âBetter?â
âYou two knock it offâ Scott fake gags as he takes his eyes away from us.
âNobody told you to lookâ Chris waves off his brother before grabbing me by the back of my neck to pull me to his lips.
âStop it or I will jump of the carâ
***
âGoodnightâ Chris whispers to his siblings before closing the door to his bedroom.
âTonight was so much funâ I beam at him, my cheeks still red from the alcohol and the hot kiss Chris gave me on the car.
âYou know, I get what you got nominated for an Oscarâ Chris chuckles, kicking his shoes off.
âWhat do you mean?â I frown, popping my head from the bathroom door as I pull up my pijama shorts.
âYou and the whole act you put on todayâ He looks at me as I step back into the room. âIâm sure everyone is convinced we are in love nowâ
Thereâs a part in me that instantly breaks, I fell my legs go numb, like my whole body just got thrown down a hill. âOh, yeah.. the act. I mean thatâs what Iâm here for after allâ
âThank youâ Chris stands up from the edge of the bed to place a kiss on forehead before walking towards his closet to pull out his pillows and blankets.
âNo problemâ I whisper softly before walking up to the bed and letting the bed spread engulf me.
âEvery thing okay?â Chris asks be as I turn my back to him.
âYup, just tiredâ I reply, trying hard not to cry right then and there.
âOkayâ I hear him say before laying down on his made up bed. God, men are so oblivious. âGood nightâ
I donât reply, already feeling the tears in the back of my eyes and my throat drying up.
âY/N?â Chris asks again when I donât reply.
I donât know what happens but suddenly Iâm sitting up and facing him. âNo, Chris, actually, everythingâs not fine because I wasnât acting and for a second there I thought you werenât either. For me, pretending to be in love with you stopped being an act a long time ago. Fuck I donât think it was an act at all. And I know I promised to help you with this little stunt but I feel like if I stay and I keep pretending that this is all fake to me, Iâm going to end up so heartbroken beyond repair so I think it would be best if I leave tomorrow morningâ
âY/Nâ
âDonât. I donât need your pity nor an apology or whatever it is that you are going to give me. I know that this isnât your fault, you made it pretty clear that this was all an act and that you donât want a relationship right now and I respect that but I also hope you respect my decision to remove myself from this situation before it gets meâ I know that Iâm crying now, big tears running down my cheeks.
âCan I talk?â Chris asks me from the floor where he is sitting.
âSorry, yesâ I clean my tears with the back of my hands as Chris moves to sit on the edge of the bed, next to me.
âThe fact that you think that this was all on act to me is beyond meâ Chris brings his hand up to caress my cheek. âI seriously thought I was being so obvious about how you made me feel that I was scared that you were just acting so thatâs why I said what I said. I didnât say it because I wanted it to me an act, a lie, I said it because I was trying to convince myself of it. Because I thought that thatâs what it was to you, I didnât want to make you feel like you had to love me back because I knew it was unfair. Iâve spent the last couple of days fighting this urge to hold you all the time, not just when my parents or my siblings are aroundâ
âChris, I-â
âI love you, Y/Nâ
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Pleaseee dont hate me!! I had scheduled this to be posted on friday but I think I did it wrong since it didnât! Sorry!!!
Also, this is not the last part, Iâm doing one more so that should be up by friday.
Summary: The Evans Christmas Family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking with him
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
âWhat do you recommend?â I lean in to whisper to Chris, everyone too busy looking at their own menu. âI donât know what to pickâ
âMmm the chicken parmesan pasta is always a great ideaâ Chris points at the small picture of the dish. âIf you pair it with white wine, itâs the cherry on tooâ
âMmm I donât think I should be ordering wineâ I chuckle, placing the menu back on the table. âWine gets me in a sexy moodâ
âUff, then the more reason to do itâ He grins at me, placing a hand over my knee. Oh two can play this game, Evans.
âMaybe tonightâ I grin, leaning in closer so that my perfume scent engulfs him. âBut Iâm warning you, Evans. I can get really messy when wine is involvedâ
âI can handle messy, Miss Y/L/Nâ He says this as his hand rises up to my thigh just a little bit.
âThen Iâll make sure to be in my worst behaviorâ I lean in as slowly as I can, Chrisâ eyes so focused on me, his lips barely open. I close the distance between our lips, the kiss a little more hot that what would be considered appropriate for a family lunch but for everyone it can look like a small kiss because I grab Chrisâ neck to pull him closer so that he can conceal me for when I grace my tongue over his lips.
When I pull away, Chrisâ eyes are so dark and stormy, his chest heaving. âNobody is watching, Y/Nâ
âOops, I guess I forgotâ I grin. Chris is about to say something when the waiter interrupts him.
âCan I get your drinks?â
Iâm the first one to order so without taking my eyes away from Chris, I tell him what I want. âIâll have a pinot grigioâ
âDo you think you are going to be able to handle yourself?â Chris whispers into my ear while everyone is ordering.
âItâs not myself that Iâm worried about, Chrisâ I sit sideways, trying to face. âAfter all, you were the one watching me showerâ
âBut you were the one who left the door openedâ He winks at me before turning back to the waiter, leaving me with my mouth wide open.
***
âYeah, were not going out with you looking like thatâ Chris stands up from his couch as I reach the first floor, ready to go out with Chris and his siblings.
âWhy?â I pout, looking down at my outfit. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
âNothing, babeâ Scott waves Chris off. âYou look hot as fuckâ
âLanguageâ Lisa giggles, earning an eye roll from Chris. âNo but you do look gorgeous, honeyâ
âI know! I never said she didnâtâ Chris reaches my side and grabs my waist. âBut so will the rest of the barâ
âOh but I only have eyes for youâ I bop his nose, knowing that Chris wonât actually force me to change.
âYouâll freeze to deathâ He counterparts, still trying to fight me.
âIâll take a coatâ I pat his chest before looking around the room. âWhere are my girls?â
âComingâ Shanna shouts as she and Carly walk up to us.
âLets gooâ I clap my hands happily as we all get up, ready to leave.
***
I call already feel sweat running down the back of my neck, my whole body buzzing after the four shots of tequila Scott dared me to drink. Itâs been so long since Iâve danced like this, so freely and feeling myself.
âDamn Y/Nâ Scott slaps my ass playfully, earning chuckles from his sisters. âYou do know how to moveâ
âThanksâ I grin but then I roll my eyes. âWell, at least you notice itâ
âIs this about my boring brother over there?â He nods his head to the direction where Chris is. He has a glass of whiskey in his hands, the other one on his phone, his eyes not moving away from the screen.
âYeah, he hasnât looked at me even for a minute since we got hereâ I try to not sound as disappointed as I actually feel but based on the look my fake in laws give me, I know that Iâm not doing a good job at it.
âNo no no, you go there and you force him to look at you, god every man in this bar probably wishes they could be grinding behind youâ Shanna tells me, looking back at her brother. âIf you donât go, Iâll do it myselfâ
âYou walk there and make him want youâ Scott nods before giving me a soft push towards Chrisâ direction.
I try to steady my breath, trying to come up with a plan to seduce Chris without making a fool of myself. I mean, I could blame it on the alcohol just in case, but I rather not have to do it.
When I close enough, without a warning, a grab the phone from his hand and before he has a chance to protest, I step myself in between his legs, sitting down in his lap. âCan you give me back my phone?â
âNopeâ I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck. âCan you give me your attention?â
âWhy? Is the attention of all the men in this bar not enough?â he scoffs, leaning back and away from me.
âIs that what this is all about? Are you jealous?â I move from his lap to rest both of my knees in the little space between his legs and I place my arms around his neck again, so basically Iâm laying on top of him. âYou know I donât care about that, right? I only want your attentionâ
âYou donât have to lie, Scott and the girls are not close enough to hear youâ He rolls his eyes before moving them away from me.
âGod you are so stupidâ I groan, grabbing his head to bring his focus back to me. I bring my lips up to his mouth, my tongue darting out to get a taste of his mouth. His lips are warm and soft and I canât help but moan when his tongue meets mine.
Thank god the lighting in this bar is so dark, otherwise people would have seen the entire show Chris and I are putting on. He finally sits up straighter, his hands grabbing the back of my thighs as I dig my hands into his blond mess. I pull his head back by his hair, making him look me in the eyes.
âChrisâ I try to speak but Iâm so out of breath that it comes out as a moan.
âFuckâ Chris curses, his chest heaving and his hands giving my thighs a hard squeeze that earns him another moan. âWe canât do thisâ
Iâm about to step away from him, feeling rejected when he adds ânot hereâ.
I give him a quick kiss before standing up and stretching my hand to him. âCome dance with me thenâ
Chris bits his lips, a grin trying to scape, before standing up and grabbing my hand. âLead the wayâ
âYou know, now that I think about it, I donât think Iâve ever seen you dance, Captainâ I walk backwards, my hand still in his. âThat time at Robertâs house you denied me of such a pleasuresâ
âIt was for your own goodâ He grins, pulling my arm to stop me on my tracks. âYou wouldnât have been able to keep you hands off meâ
âCocky much?â I roll my eyes, pressing my hands against his chest as his arms circle my waist.
âYou know I am, Babyâ He winks at me before giving my side a squeeze. âNo but all jokes aside, my dance moves suuuckâ
âI think Iâll be the judge of that, Capâ I pull him closer to me, keeping my eyes on his. âNow, letâs danceâ
***
âMCDONALDS MCDONALDS MCDONALDSâ Scott and I chant loudly as Chris, who is sitting between us in the back, rolls his eyes.
âShanna, we are going to have to stop at McDonalds or they wonât stopâ Chris leans forward to pop his head between his sisters. âY/N alone is a force to be reckoned with but you add Scott to the mixture and itâs worseâ
âFine, Iâll look for one not to far awayâ Carly pulls out her phone to look for one close as Shanna just laughs.
âYou are in for a good one, brotherâ She giggles as Carly gives her the directions.
We finally reach the restaurant and after ordering from the drive thru, we are back in the road to home.
âDonât get ice cream on the couchâ Chris looks at me sternly as he holds my ice cream cone.
âOr what?â I flash him a grin before leaning in to suck on the ice cream still in his hand.
âFuckâ He breaths out lowly, just for me to hear. âYou are killing me, womanâ
âGoodâ I dip my finger into the ice cream before rubbing it on his cheek. âOops, let me clean thatâ
I lean in, sticking ny tongue out to seductively lick the sweetness of his cheek. âBetter?â
âYou two knock it offâ Scott fake gags as he takes his eyes away from us.
âNobody told you to lookâ Chris waves off his brother before grabbing me by the back of my neck to pull me to his lips.
âStop it or I will jump of the carâ
***
âGoodnightâ Chris whispers to his siblings before closing the door to his bedroom.
âTonight was so much funâ I beam at him, my cheeks still red from the alcohol and the hot kiss Chris gave me on the car.
âYou know, I get what you got nominated for an Oscarâ Chris chuckles, kicking his shoes off.
âWhat do you mean?â I frown, popping my head from the bathroom door as I pull up my pijama shorts.
âYou and the whole act you put on todayâ He looks at me as I step back into the room. âIâm sure everyone is convinced we are in love nowâ
Thereâs a part in me that instantly breaks, I fell my legs go numb, like my whole body just got thrown down a hill. âOh, yeah.. the act. I mean thatâs what Iâm here for after allâ
âThank youâ Chris stands up from the edge of the bed to place a kiss on forehead before walking towards his closet to pull out his pillows and blankets.
âNo problemâ I whisper softly before walking up to the bed and letting the bed spread engulf me.
âEvery thing okay?â Chris asks be as I turn my back to him.
âYup, just tiredâ I reply, trying hard not to cry right then and there.
âOkayâ I hear him say before laying down on his made up bed. God, men are so oblivious. âGood nightâ
I donât reply, already feeling the tears in the back of my eyes and my throat drying up.
âY/N?â Chris asks again when I donât reply.
I donât know what happens but suddenly Iâm sitting up and facing him. âNo, Chris, actually, everythingâs not fine because I wasnât acting and for a second there I thought you werenât either. For me, pretending to be in love with you stopped being an act a long time ago. Fuck I donât think it was an act at all. And I know I promised to help you with this little stunt but I feel like if I stay and I keep pretending that this is all fake to me, Iâm going to end up so heartbroken beyond repair so I think it would be best if I leave tomorrow morningâ
âY/Nâ
âDonât. I donât need your pity nor an apology or whatever it is that you are going to give me. I know that this isnât your fault, you made it pretty clear that this was all an act and that you donât want a relationship right now and I respect that but I also hope you respect my decision to remove myself from this situation before it gets meâ I know that Iâm crying now, big tears running down my cheeks.
âCan I talk?â Chris asks me from the floor where he is sitting.
âSorry, yesâ I clean my tears with the back of my hands as Chris moves to sit on the edge of the bed, next to me.
âThe fact that you think that this was all on act to me is beyond meâ Chris brings his hand up to caress my cheek. âI seriously thought I was being so obvious about how you made me feel that I was scared that you were just acting so thatâs why I said what I said. I didnât say it because I wanted it to me an act, a lie, I said it because I was trying to convince myself of it. Because I thought that thatâs what it was to you, I didnât want to make you feel like you had to love me back because I knew it was unfair. Iâve spent the last couple of days fighting this urge to hold you all the time, not just when my parents or my siblings are aroundâ
âChris, I-â
âI love you, Y/Nâ
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Pleaseee dont hate me!! I had scheduled this to be posted on friday but I think I did it wrong since it didnât! Sorry!!!
Also, this is not the last part, Iâm doing one more so that should be up by friday.
Not me not knowing that Chrisâ parents are separated, I shouldâve fact checked lol but for story purposes, weâll pretend like thats not the case. Sorryyyyy
Summary: The Evans Christmas Family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking with him
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
âWhat do I do?â I bite the side of my lip.
âEnjoy it, Y/Nâ My sister snaps. âYou have the most gorgeous man as your boyfriend for the next week. So what if itâs just for pretend? Kiss him, fuck, even seduce him. Take this as an opportunity to make him fall in love with youâ
âI canâtâ I shake my head. âIâm gonna end up with a broken heart and I just canâtâ
âY/N, if you dont do anything, you are still going to end up heartbroken, just try it at leastâ I can tell by her tone that she is rolling her eyes. âNothing to big, but just act like his actual girlfriend, kiss him, hug him, always try to touch him, you are a fucking actress, you know what to doâ
âShould I really?â I start giving in to her idea, I mean, Iâm already here, might as well just do it.
âYes, take every chance you can to get him to notice youâ She says as I hear the gliding glass door behind me.
âI have to go but Iâll tryâ I quickly hang up the phone before turning around.
âThe dogs okay?â Chris asks as he steps out into the patio.
âYes, everything perfectâ I give him a reassuring smile before walking over to him. âLets go inside, I promised your mom I would help with dinnerâ
***
âAnd then Chris just kept shoving the sand up his diaperâ Robert finishes, making me bend over in laughter. âHe cried for like two days because his butt was all sore and redâ
âThanks Dadâ Chris shakes his head as he brings the beer up to his lips.
âOh come on, I like knowing all of your little moments of mischiefâ I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his middle and stepping in between his legs.
âI-Iâ Chris stutters. I stand up on my tip toes to give him a quick peck before walking back to mixing the ingredients for the pizza.
âCan you help me roll this?â I look back at him as I place the dough over the table, Chris is still shocked from my kiss, not really taking in what I said. âBabe?â
âAh yesâ He finally snaps before walking over to me and taking over the dough. I stand behind him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my cheeks against his back.
âIâll get the brownies goingâ I step back and clean my hands off from the flour. I grab all the ingredients for the mix and take a place in front of Chris, across the kitchen aisle. âSo Rob, any stories on Teen Chris and his girlfriends?â
âUgh dont even get me startedâ Lisa takes over the conversation, leaning back in her chair with her wine glass in hand. âThere was this one time where I caught him making out with the next door neighbor, she was here because her mom was at a doctorâs appointment since she was pregnant. Chris asked me if they could use the pool and I let them because I wasnât expecting to find them locking lips in my backyardâ
âAnd where is that neighbor now, is she next door, should I be worried?â I narrow my eyes at Chris, a playful grin over my mouth.
âNot even a littleâ He winks at me as he leans in to stretch the dough. âShe moved away a couple of years backâ
âSo thatâs the only reason?â I gasp, reaching in the flour bag and throwing a handful at his face. Soon enough he was covered in the powder, his red shirt now completely white.
âYou are in trouble, missâ Chris speaks as he shakes off the powder from his face. I try to back away but he is faster, dipping his hand on the brownie mix and then smearing in all over my face.
âCHRISâ I gasp as he lifts me from the floor, his arms around my hips. Everyone steps back, trying not the get dirty, laughter spreading across de room.
âHere, Iâll helpâ he says but before I cant stop him, he starts licking my face, first my cheeks and then my forehead, until he reaches my lips. His kiss is sloppy, as he tries to lick off the sweetness from my lips, but then one of his hands grabs my neck and keeps my locked to him as his tongue ventures into my mouth, forcing a moan out of me. âOh, someone needs to cool offâ
âDont you dareâ I try to wiggle out of his arms, already knowing what his mind is conjuring.
âBabe we both know you cant winâ He gives me a quick kiss as he starts walking with me in his arms. âScott get the doorâ
âScott, I swear if you open that door, Iâll make sure you regret it for the rest of your lifeâ I look back at the younger Evans, but he just laughs as he opens up the door.
âSorry, I do love me some pranksâ He chuckles as Chris steps out with me in his arms, the whole family following behind.
âChris, pleaseâ I try to beg. âItâs gonna be really coldâ
âWorry not, my darlingâ He steps closer to the edge of the pool. âIâll warm you upâ
Next thing I know, Iâm being pulled into a freezing water. Chris still has his arms around me as we both come back up. He canât hold his laughter when I glare at him. âOops, I think I fellâ
âIâll get you guys some towelsâ Lisa shakes her head laughing as she steps back into the house. âWe dont want you guys catching a coldâ
âI hate youâ I try once again to step away from Chris but he stops me.
âWe both know you donâtâ He grins, walking towards the pool stairs with me still in his arms. As everyone goes back inside, Chris turns to my ear âBesides, I would do this again just to see that shirt stick to your bodyâ
âI would say the same, too bad little Evans shrinks in the coldâ I pat his chest as he places me on my feet.
âThereâs nothing âlittleâ about it, loveâ He winks at me just before his mom walks out with two big towels in her hands.
âHere you goâ She hands one to each of us. âyou should take a warm shower, weâll finish up the foodâ
âIâm so sorryâ I blush, imagining the mess we probably made.
âNonsense, babyâ She waves me off. âWe are here to have a good timeâ
âCome, weâll use the shower in my bedroomâ Chris grabs my hand, leading me back inside. âWarming you up is gonna be my favorite partâ
âChristopher Robert Evansâ Lisa scolds him, earning a laugh from Scott.
âSorry, momâ
***
âYou take the bathroom firstâ Chris finally speaks when we enter the room. âYou are shakingâ
âWell thatâs what happens when someone falls into a pool in winterâ I shake my head, rubbing my hands together. âBut Iâll take your offerâ
I grab my pjs before walking into the bathroom. Iâm about to close the door when something in me lights up, leaving the door ajar, closed enough to make it look like an accident but opened enough so that he can get a good look.
With my back to the door, I drop the towel, making sure it makes a loud noise to get Chrisâ attention. It takes a couple of seconds but then I feel it. His gaze. Thatâs all I need to get the courage to take off my blouse. Itâs difficult at first since itâs all wet and sticky, but I manage to get rid off it. Then goes the pants, they too are difficult and itâs hard to make it look sexy but I manage to pull them off without falling on my face. Now thereâs just the underwear separating Chrisâ gaze and my bare skin. It feels quite nice taking my bra off, it is drenched so it makes it heavier on my body. I realize that Iâm taking too much time, itâs almost suspicious, so I quickly get rid off my underwear and walk into the shower.
Lucky for me, Iâm still in Chrisâ view and I can tell by the reflection in the mirror that heâs still looking at me. I turn around to face him, the tinted glass of the shower making it imposible for him to fully look at my nakedness. I know he can make out my silhouette but not the details nor my face so I take my time to look at his reaction. Heâs holding his towel in one hand, his chest heaving and his eyes focused and dark. But then his tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip and Iâm almost tempted to call his name, to ask him to join me. But thatâs when the slamming of a door makes me jump out of my thoughts.
Chris just left the room.
***
âBless youâ Chris says for the fifth time in the last 5 minutes. âIâm so sorryâ
âItâs okayâ I shake my head, the next sneeze already tickling my nose. âItâs not your faultâ
âI threw you in the pool at night in Decemberâ He sighs, placing his hand over my forehead. âItâs totally my faultâ
âItâll be gone by tomorrow, Iâm sure of itâ I always get like this whenever Iâm too cold but it usually just lasts a couple of days. âGo to bed Chris, itâs 1 amâ
âIâm not leaving you like thisâ He shakes his head. âNot when I caused thisâ
âItâs okay a promiseâ I try to convince him but my shivering doesnât help. âCan you get me another blanket?â
âI have a better ideaâ He pulls the bed covers enough to climb in next to me. Without saying a word, he pulls me against his chest. I want to protest at first but heâs so warm and comfortable I canât bring myself to it. âBetter?â
âSo muchâ
***
âMorningâ Chris turns his head to look at me from the breakfast table, as I rub my eyes. He grabs my hip when I close enough, pulling me to him. âWant some breakfast?â
âYou already ateâ I frown looking around the room as Scott bites into his toast, Chrisâ sisters are doing some dishes and his mom and dad are sipping the remaining coffee in their cups.
âI didnât want to wake you, you spent most of the night shivering, I was letting you get a good sleepâ He pats my side. âFeeling better?â
âYes, actuallyâ I nod, reaching for the piece of pancake in his plate. As I try to move away to take the empty chair next to Chris, he stops me, pulling me down into his lap.
âOpen upâ He says, grabbing another piece of pancake coated in honey. He brings it up to my lip and when I open up, I make sure that my tongue grazes his finger. I know I succeeded when I look at his face, his eyes now dark and stormy and his grip on my side now tighter.
âDeliciousâ I smile down at him before looking up at Robert and Lisa. âSo, I have and idea! I want to take you all out for lunch todayâ
âOh sweetie you donât have toâ Rob shakes his head as I feel Chrisâ heavy eyes on me.
âI wonât take no for an answerâ I shake my head. âYouâve been so nice to me and I want to return the favor. Besides, I want to see more of the town and what better tour guys than you? And later tonight is gonna be night out for the girls, Scott, Chris and Iâ
âWhen did you have time to think all of this?â Chris chuckles as I grab his coffee mug from his hands.
âIâve been thinking about it since yesterdayâ I tell him. âThe kids are coming soon so we have to use our time wiselyâ
âAmenâ Chrisâ sister shouts from the kitchen.
âSo I want everyone looking devilishly handsome by 1 pmâ I announce, looking around the room before landing my eyes back on Chris. âBut itâs not like you have to try hard for thatâ I kiss him one last time before leaving his lap to take the seat next to him.
âWhat are you doing to me?â Chris whispers to himself.
Itâs faint but I manage to hear it.
And I think my heart is going to beat out of my chest.
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Hiii so this is shorter than I expected but I promise next part will be longer and better and Iâm gonna try to post it over the weekend
Summary: The Evans Christmas Family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking with him
Part 1, Part 2
âMovie timeâ Robert announces after we finish washing the dishes. âY/N since you are our guest, you can pick the Christmas movieâ
âOh, what an honorâ I smile at him. âIâll have to go with my favorite Home Aloneâ
âGreat, Iâll go set it up thenâ he claps his hands before he leaves the kitchen.
âSo when do I get to see the little muchkins?â I ask Carly as Chris and Scott search for bowls for the popcorn.
âTheyâll be here soon, Ryan took them for a couple of days to see his mother and then theyâll join us here after christmasâ Carly explains as she gets the cocoa powder out. Chris had mention that itâs a family tradition to drink hot chocolate while watching christmas movies.
âLast time I saw them, it was for Chrisâs 37 birthday party I thinkâ I pout, still picturing them as small as they were that time.
âI know, itâs been a whileâ Carly replies as we distribute the milk in each cup. âThey were so excited when I mentioned you were comingâ
We finish up the drinks and take them to the tv room, Chris and Scott following behind with the popcorn bowls. Lisa and Robert are already sitted over the big couch so Scott takes the remaining space next to them and Carly and Shanna take the other couch. Thereâs a small couch remaining so I turn to Chris.
âYou can take the couch, Iâll take the floorâ I tell him but heâs already shaking his head.
âNonsense, weâll share the couchâ He sits down, his back resting against the side of the couch and his legs spread out over the remaining space, living room for me between his legs. âCome hereâ
I feel my stomach do a flip but I try to swallow it down, reminding myself that we have to put on a show. Thatâs all it is.
I sit between his legs, my back pressed against his chest and my head tucked in under his chin. Chris grabs a fuzzy blanket thats laying on the the back of the couch before spreading over us.
I can feel myself tense up as Chrisâ breath tickles my ear. Chris probably senses this become his mouth drops to my ear. âRelax, itâs okayâ he whispers soflty into my ear before planting a kiss under it when Scott looks our way.
***
âGood nightâ Chris and I both shout before closing the door of our room. âNot too bad for the first dayâ Chris sighs as Iâm searching for my pijamas in my bag.
âYeah cuz lying to your parents and siblings is always goodâ I roll my eyes before stepping into the bathroom to change.
âWe just have to make sure they donât find our itâs a lie until I tell them that we broke up in like a monthâ He explains through the door.
âAnd what are you going to do next time you have to come? Howâll be your pretend girlfriend?â I ask, quickly changing into my grey sweatpants and a white plain t shirt. I open the door when Iâm ready so Chris can come in to wash his teeth.
âIâll cross that bridge once I get thereâ He winks at me before reaching for the toothpaste. âEverything weâll be fine, I promiseâ
âFine just donât make me the bad one in our break up storyâ I poke his side before snatching the toothpaste from his hand.
âIâll tell them you cheated on me with Sebâ Chris teases but stops laughing when I send him a glare. âIâm kidding, Iâll say it was because of our bussy schedules or somethingâ
âThatâs betterâ I speak around my toothbrush, the words getting muffled.
âCome on, letâs get some sleepâ Chris tugs my shirt. âTomorrow we are going to a Christmas Tree Farm, they decorate with all these beautiful lights, itâs gorgeousâ
âOhh sounds funâ I beam as I climb into Chrisâ bed. âAre you sure you are okay taking the floor?â
âAbsolutelyâ He smiles at me before flopping down on his bed. âGood night, Y/Nâ
âGood night, Bobâ I grin, knowing how much he hates when I call him that.
***
âChris honeyâ Lisaâs voice startles me awake. I immediately look at the floor where Chris is slight snoring.
âChrisâ I whisper shout to get him to wake up. He ignores me completely so I throw a pillow at his face.
âWhat? Whatâs happening?â Chris almost jumps when the pillow hits his face.
âYour mom is a the doorâ I point at the door.
âAnd?â he looks at me confused but then he realizes. âFuck fuckâ
âChris can I come in?â His mom asks again so Chris quicky jumps to his feet, grabbing the blankets and pillows that were his bed and throwing them at the bed before climbing on behind me so he can put his arms around me and pull me against his chest.
âCome inâ He shouts before pulling the bed covers over us.
âGood morningâ His mom smiles at us as she enters the room. âHow did you sleep?â
âAmazingâ Chris answers for the both of us before looking around the bed. âY/N got really cold tho so I grabbed some extra blanketsâ
âAh yes it was a chilly nightâ His mom nods so I just smile at her, too tense to give her an answer. âSo breakfast is ready, weâll be heading to the tree farm after that and weâll have lunch there, is that okay?â
âAbsolutelyâ Chris assures her before she finally steps out of the room.
âChrisâ I call his name, now that we are alone.
âYeah?â He looks down at me, a long strand of hair falling over his face.
âYouâre poking meâ I whisper, my cheeks turning red at the feeling of him.
âOh shit sorryâ He immediately backs away from me. âY/ N Iâm so sorryâ
âItâs okay, I know you didnât mean itâ I pat his chest before getting out of bed. âNow move, Iâm hungryâ
***
âThatâs so gorgeousâ I beam, my eyes almost glowing as I take in all the decorated trees and all the different colors of christmas lights.
âI knew youâd like itâ Chris grins as he grabs my hand, guiding towards the entrance.
âWeâve comed here since Chris was a little boyâ Robert tells me, looking up at his son. âHe would try to get us to play hide and seek until that time when he actually got lost for like half an hour and cried the whole way homeâ
âThanks dadâ Chris laughs, scratching the back of his head, looking down at me.
âCome on, lets see some of the decoration before we go for some apple ciderâ Lisa claps her hands excitendly as we venture into the farm.
Chrisâ hand is still on mine as we walk around, looking at all the different trees there are. Most of them are the typical Christmas trees with the red and gold decoration and the twinkle lights, but there are others that have more of a theme, one is about The Grinch, with a green feather boa wrapped around the tree ando with different ornaments with people from Whoville and right at the top is the face of the Grinch. Thereâs another one that has a candyland theme, with pink christmas lights and ornaments in the shape of sweets.
âHey Chris lookâ Shanna calls our attention, pointing a tree that seems to have a theme. And thatâs when I see it, the shield.
âItâs a marvel treeâ I gasp, fully taking in all of the tree. Thereâs an A a the top of the tree, with ornaments of capâs shield, thorâs hammer, arrows, and more, also thereâs one for each one of us, with our faces and our names.
âThats so fucking coolâ Chris grins as he looks for his own ornament.
âLenguageâ I tease him before looking for mine.
âThey are right hereâ Scott points out. âAn they are right next to each otherâ
âAs it should beâ Chris takes out his phone to take a pic at the two little blue balls with our faces on them and then he takes a pic of the entire tree and sends it to our group chat. âBabe como lookâ
I reach his side to look at the dangly figures. âOur job is the coolestâ I look up at him grinning.
âIt isâ He smiles down at me before giving me a quick kiss before turning to his brother.
It takes me a couple of seconds to register that Chris just kissed me, sure we kissed yesterday but it was prompted, this was just out of the blue. But I guess thatâs how couples actually kiss so it makes sense.
He grabs my hand again as we keep walking down the aisle, admiring all the beautiful trees. It takes about half an hour to look at the trees so we go down to the cafeteria to grab some lunch. Iâm happy weâve made it to a warm area because I was almost shivering from the cold and I couldnât feel my face.
âYour nose is so redâ Chris chuckles as I start to take off my scarf and my hat. âIâll get you some apple cider to warm you up and a sandwichâ
âThanksâ I smile at him before he walks away with his dad and Scott to get us food.
âIâve never seen him like thisâ Carlyâs commet comes out of nowhere, her gaze following Chris.
âWhat? Chris? Howâ I ask, my brows furrowed at her comment.
âSo happy and in loveâ Shanna replies for her sister.
âI-I donât think he is in loveâ I stutter, suddenly my blood finally reaching my face.
âWell maybe he hasnât said it but I can see it in his eyesâ Shanna nods at her sisterâs observation. âHe looks radiant evenâ
âWell is Chrisâ I chuckle. âHe always look radiantâ My own comment catches me off guard.
âTrust us, darlingâ Lisa assures me âHe is different with youâ
When the girls start talking about the christmas dinner for tomorrow, my mind starts to race, already going in panic mode over the past events. Iâve been there, loving Chris is something that came pretty natural to me, but I also got over him, seeing him with Jenny was enough for me to know that I couldnât bear the heartbreak, so I moved on. I mean, I think I did.
âWhat has got your mind on a twist?â Chrisâ voice startles me as he places my food in front me of. âDonât frownâ he chuckles, bending down to kiss my forehead.
âSorry, I was just worried about Missy and Dodger thatâs allâ I shake my thoughts away, smiling up to Chris.
âThey are okay, Iâm sureâ He takes the empty chair next to me. âWeâll call your sister once we get back home to check on themâ
âThanksâ I nod before bringing my apple cider back to my lips. Chris winks at me before placing a hand over my thigh, he then turns to engage in a conversation with his father.
I can feel his touch burning through my skin, the weight of his hand over my thigh send tingles down my spine. âI need to get some airâ I stand up abruptly, ignoring everyoneâs concerned look. I walk out of the little cabin where the food was being served, into the cold air, my hands wrapping around myself almost immediately. I start to walk down the aisle of the christmas trees, the cold wind helping me calm my heartbeat.
âEverything okay?â Lisa startles me as she appears behind me.
âMmm yeah I just got a little dizzy so I came here for airâ I give her a smile before looking down at my feet.
âIâm sorry if we scared you with our conversation back thereâ She places her arms around my shoulders as we make our way back. âI know that you and Chris are just starting but I can tell how much he loves and appreciates youâ
âThanks, Lisaâ I lean my head on her shoulder as we reach Chris who is waiting for us at the entrance.
âYou okay?â He steps closer to me, grabbing my face with both of his hands.
âYesâ I nod so he gives me a quick kiss before grabbing my hand.
Summary: The Evans Christmas family get together is coming soon and Chris has to come up with a plan as to who he is taking home with him.
Part 1
âCome again?â I blink, my hand lowering the spoon back to the cereal bowl.
âListen, it would be just for a week and a halfâ Chris leans back in his chair, his fingers touching the border of the wooden table. âItâll be over before you realizeâ
âYou want me to fly down to Boston for the holidays and pretend to be your girlfriend for two weeks?â I place my bowl on the table, no longer interested in the soggy cereal. âChris, you are almost 40, arenât you old enough to tell your parents that you are still single?â
âYes but then my mom will spend those days trying to introduce me to all of the daughters of her book club membersâ He sighs, still remember the last time he was there.
âAnd? Maybe thatâll be a good thingâ I point out. âYou can find the right one that wayâ
âItâs just that- I donât want to date anyone right now, I like how things areâ He states. His life is too hectic right now, besides, heâs gotten used to his routine with Dodger, just the two of them.
âThen tell that to your motherâ I roll my eyes, not really getting why he has to do this. âThis is pointlessâ
âY/N, please. Donât make me use my cardâ He pleads.
âYou wouldnâtâ I narrow my eyes, leaning in closer.
âI mean, you do owe me a favor after allâ He gives me a cheeky smile, knowing damn well I canât say no.
âYou pretended to be sick so that I could get out of a boring dateâ I spat, remembering his phone call during my date. âYou are asking me to skip my familyâs christmas dinner and to pretend to be your girlfriend for almost two weeksâ
âYou said that you would do anything to make it up to meâ Chris leans in, giving me his side smile. âSo, will you be my fake girlfriend for two weeks?â
âI hate you, Evansâ I roll my eyes as he grins widely.
***
âSo, whatâs our story?â I ask Chris as we wait for Scott to bring the car around. He offered himself to pick us up from the airport.
âWhat story?â Chris asks, pulling his sunglasses out of his bag.
âOur dating story, how did we go from coworkers to lovers?â I ask, letting my hair out of my messy bun.
âYou couldnât resist yourself after seeing my ass with capâs uniformâ He grins, pulling me towards him by wrapping his arms around my shoulders. âScott is right there, better put on a showâ He kisses my forehead, before pulling away to grab my suitcase.
âOhh so Iâm getting the whole girlfriend experienceâ I tease him, grabbing me bag from the floor.
âNot the whole experience, sweetheartâ He winks at me as Scott steps out of his car to open the trunk for Chris.
âY/N, I missed youâ Scott pulls me into a tight hug. âWhen Chris said you two were dating I couldnât believe it myselfâ
âYeah, it took him some begging but I finally gave inâ I tease, getting a snort from Chris.
âWhat can I say? I like them difficultâ He grins back, placing our bangs in the trunk.
âWell, Iâm sorry Y/N but Iâm also glad you are part of the family nowâ Scott gives me a wide smile before climbing back into the car.
âI canât believe we are doing this to your familyâ I groan as Chris opens the door for me. âI feel awfulâ
âItâll be okayâ He gives me a sad smile before closing the door so he can climb next to his brother.
***
âY/N, sweetie, come hereâ Lisa pulls me into her warm embrace, as Robert stand behind her with a wide smile. âWhen Chris told me you were dating, I almost cried with joyâ
âIâm glad you are happyâ I give her a warm smile before turning to Robert. âIf it isnât my favorite Evans boy in the world?â
âAinât that a lieâ Chris laughs as I hug his dad; whoâs gone red from my comments.
âYou are right, itâs meâ Scott winks at me as he places our bags next to the door.
âOh come on, leave your brother aloneâ Lisa stands on her tip toes to hug Chris. âI missed you kidâ
âMissed you too, momâ He places a kiss on the top of her momâs head before turning to his dad. âHey Dadâ
âHi, Chrisâ He pats his sonâs back. âHow was the flight?â
âReally good actuallyâ Chris steps back, wrapping an arm around my waist. âThis little one slept the whole way throughâ
âThatâs what happens when you wake me at 4 amâ I defend myself, shifting slightly as I feel Chrisâ hand on my side.
âOh, let me take you to your room so you can rest some more, besides, Carly and Shanna wonât be here until fiveâ Lisa guides us down the main hall that leads to the rooms. âYou guys are going to be in Chrisâ old room, I cleaned it just for youâ
Of course we are sharing rooms, I think to myself. Chris probably realized what I was thinking so he just mouthed âitâs okayâ
âIâll let you guys settle inâ Lisa smiles brightly at us before stepping outside of the room and closing the door behind her.
âWhat-â
âIâll take the floorâ Chris replies, knowing what I was going to ask. âThere are some blankets and pillows in the closetâ
âI hate lying to your momâ I pout, sitting down at the edge of his bed. âShe is a saintâ
âIâm sorry for putting you through thisâ Chris sighs, stepping closer to me âBut look, we get along really well, we just have to be ourselves and itâll be okayâ
âFine but our story is not going to be about me fawning over your assâ I roll my eyes before flopping back into the bed. âNow let me have a napâ
âYou want to sleep more?â Chris laughs, grabbing some stuff from his bag. I just nod so he shakes his head. âWell, Iâm gonna take a showerâ
âGreatâ I five him a thumbs up without opening my eyes.
***
âSo he was all jealous and-â I stop myself as Chris enters the living room, rubbing his eyes. When I woke up from my nap, Chris was asleep on the floor on his âbedâ made of blankets, and thatâs when I heard Lisa and Shanna. âI was telling your sisters how we started datingâ
âOh and how much did you tell them?â He raises his brow.
âI was just telling them how you got all jealous when Seb was complementing me on my new costumeâ I grin at him, as he stands behind me, placing his hands over my shoulders. âBut I only had eyes for youâ
âAnd thatâs how it should beâ He leans in, placing a kiss over my forehead before turning to his sisters. âHey guys, how youâve been?â
âGreat, we are so excited to share all of your embaracing stories with Y/Nâ Shanna beams, bringing her tea cup up to her lips.
âAnd Dodger? Who did you left him with?â Carly asks, not used to seeing Chris without his furry buddy.
âWe left him at my apartment with my dog Missy, I live with my older sister so sheâs taking care of themâ I explain to them as Chris takes a sit next to me over the couch.
âSheâs not going home for the holidays?â Shanna asks me as Chris reaches for my hand to play with my fingers.
âI bought my parents tickets to visit my younger sister and my older sister decided to stay back with the dogs and her boyfriendâ I stare at my hand intertwined with Chrisâ for a couple of seconds before turning my attention back to his sisters. âWhich worked perfect for meâ
âAnd for meâ Chris sighs before planting a kiss over my temple.
âAwwâ Shanna beams. âIâm so happy for you guysâ
âThanksâ I smile shyly at her, Chrisâ breath so close to me, it sends shiverâs down my spine.
âWe should probably go help mom with dinnerâ Carly stands up and Shanna follows her so I make a move to stand up too. âNo no, you are a guest, stay hereâ
âAre you sure? I can helpâ I try to stand up again but Chris stops me.
âThey wont let youâ Chris laughs, already knowing his mom and sisters. âStay here with meâ
After her sisters disappear into the kitchen, I pull my hand away from Chris. âYou are really good at this fake boyfriend thingâ I point out.
âWell, I hope so since acting is what I do for a livingâ Chris chuckles before grabbing the remote control to turn the tv on. âLetâs watch somethingâ
***
âYou have to kissâ Scottâs words make me choke on my chicken. âI havenât seen you kiss since you got hereâ
âUh, Y/N is just to shy when it comes to PDAâ Chris defends us while patting my back so I can stop coughing.
âOh come on, itâs usâ Scott scoffs before his sisters join him on the request.
âYess, we want to seeâ Carly claps her hands while Lisa shakes her head with a smile on her face. âItâs been a while since weâve seen Chris with a girlâ
âItâs weird that you guys want to see me kiss someoneâ Chris frowns as I take a sip of water.
âJust do it dude, you kiss other women on camera all the timeâ Scott pushes so Chris looks down at me. I give him a little shrug so Chris nods.
âFineâ He turns to face me before pulling me towards him by placing a finger under my chin. I lean in, ready to get it over with but when his eyes lock into mine, I feel myself getting nervous. Itâs not like I havenât kissed Chris before, we had to for the last avengers movie we did together, but it was different. He was Captain America and I was a Shields agent. We were not Chris and Y/N.
Chris finally kisses me, his warm lips taking over mine. Itâs not just a peck, but not a full on kiss, he takes my bottom lip between his before pulling away soflty, he leans in again for a quick peck before kissing my nose and pulling back. âThere, happy?â He asks his brother and sisters who just nod and whistle to tease him.
When nobody is looking, Chris leans in to whisper in my ear. âSorry if it was too much, I knew that if I made it small they wouldnât drop itâ
âItâs okayâ I nod and give him a reassuring smile before losing myself back in my thoughts, scared that the feelings that I had for Chris when I first met him might come back if Iâm not careful.
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