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Close Quarters - Kylian Mbappé fic

Chapter 8

Summary: A physiotherapist, Y/N, joins Real Madrid to get away from her past. Only to find Kylian Mbappé, her former patient and conflict, has joined a year later. As they’re forced to work together, lingering feelings and unresolved tension lead to a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with workplace drama and passion.

Ly all babies, this was my favourite chapter to write, let me know what you think 😇

13k words

Warning: smut

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2023 - final day

The training facility felt different today. Lighter, somehow.

The weight of the season had unraveled, leaving behind a strange mix of exhaustion and anticipation. The final game had been played, the trophies lifted, and now, those who hadn’t already flown off for their summer vacations filtered in for recovery sessions, one last day of routine before the break took them all in different directions.

Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, cutting through the cool, clinical space of the physio room. It was too warm for Paris, the kind of heat that made everything move slower, stretched conversations longer. Across the room, Marco packed away cooling packs, stacking them neatly in the freezer, while Elise checked the expiry dates on a tray of medical supplies.

It was a slow day. The kind where you should’ve felt at ease.

But you were leaving.

And that changed everything.

Elise sighed dramatically, plopping down beside you on the treatment table with an exaggerated groan. “And that’s another season in the books.”

You smiled, nodding. “Finally.”

She nudged your knee, tilting her head as she studied you. “So, how does it feel? Knowing it’s your last one with us?”

You exhaled, shifting slightly on the table. “Honestly? It feels amazing.”

It wasn’t a lie.

For months, you’d been waiting for this moment, for the weight to lift, for the next chapter to begin. Real Madrid. The dream. The goal you’d worked toward since you were a student.

But now, with Elise looking at you like that, something in your chest tightened.

She smiled, though there was something softer in her expression. “We’re really proud of you, you know. You started here as an intern, and now you’re heading to Madrid.”

You huffed a small laugh. “I know.”

“I mean it,” she pressed. “I watched you grow here. You worked your ass off for this.” She paused, twirling a roll of tape between her fingers. “You and Kylian, though… it’s crazy. Same dream, different paths. You two have been joined at the hip these past few years.”

Your stomach twisted.

Elise smiled softly. “And I’m glad you guys finally sorted out your issues and became friends. It was getting exhausting watching you at each other’s throats all the time.”

Your fingers stilled against the old tape you’d been peeling from your hand.

Friends.

You forced a chuckle. “Yeah. Something like that.”

Elise had no idea. No one did.

No one knew that the sorting out had happened in empty treatment rooms, behind locked doors, with breathless whispers and bitten-off moans. That the tension hadn’t disappeared, it had only changed shape, molded into something neither of you were bold enough to name.

Elise nudged your shoulder playfully. “Think he’ll miss you?”

Your stomach twists.

You kept your face neutral, refusing to let the question sink in. Instead, you turned to Marco, smirking. “Are you guys going to miss me?”

Elise snorted. “Nice deflection.”

Marco stretched out on the bench, arms behind his head. “I mean, Elise will cry about it. I’ll just enjoy finally being the favorite physio.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “In your dreams.”

You laughed, letting their banter carry you, pretending that Elise’s question hadn’t left a lingering tightness in your chest.

Across the room, Marco flopped onto the bench, stretching out like he had all the time in the world. “So, Madrid, huh?” He smirked. “You know, if you weren’t running off, you could’ve had Elise’s job when she retires.”

Elise scoffed, tossing a roll of bandages at him. “Excuse me? I have at least another five years.”

Marco caught the bandage, grinning. “Uh-huh.”

You laughed, the sound easing the tightness in your chest. This was the part you would miss, the easy banter, the way the job never felt as overwhelming when you were with them. Your stomach twisted at the thought of who would be your friends at your new job.

Elise shot Marco a glare before turning back to you. “Speaking of, we’re all going out tonight.”

You blinked. “We are?”

“Leavers’ drinks,” she confirmed.

Marco grinned. “You didn’t think we’d let you slip away quietly, did you?”

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to go, but because for the first time, the reality of it all was sinking in.

This is it.

Your last night. Your last time in the facility. Your last time being part of this team.

You swallowed, pushing past the sudden tightness in your throat. “Alright,” you said, forcing a grin. “One last night.”

Elise clapped her hands together. “That’s the spirit.”

Marco leaned back, arms crossed. “We’re getting you drunk enough to forget PSG ever existed.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. “I won’t argue with that.”

Elise beamed. “Good. We’re meeting at that bar near Saint-Germain at nine.”

You nodded, letting their excitement carry you. Letting yourself believe, just for a moment, that tonight was only a celebration. That there wasn’t something - or someone - lingering in the back of your mind.

But then your gaze flickered across the training facility, skimming over familiar faces.

And when your eyes landed on him, something shifted.

Kylian.

Standing near the ice baths, his back to the wall, he should be talking to the other guys. Instead he was watching you.

And just like that, the weight in your chest pressed down harder.

Players milled about the training facility, laughing and catching up without the usual tension of upcoming matches hanging over them. It felt like the first real breath after months of holding it in.

You stood near the gym, talking with Achraf, the two of you caught in easy conversation. The familiarity of it was nice, something steady in the middle of all the change.

Then, without warning, a familiar warmth pressed against your back.

Strong arms looped around your waist, the weight of them solid, effortless. Kylian.

“Bonjour.” He whispered in your ear.

You barely had time to react before his chin dropped onto your shoulder, his voice close to your ear. “What are we talking about?”

Achraf smirked, arms crossing. “Not you.”

Kylian scoffed, his hold on you tightening playfully. “Doubt it. What could you possibly talk about if it’s not me?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped. “He was actually saying he’s glad this season is done. Says he won’t have to deal with me anymore.”

Achraf nodded solemnly. “It’s true. We’re finally free.”

Kylian hummed, chin still resting against you. “Yeah? Then why does it feel like I’m the one getting abandoned?”

Your breath hitched.

Achraf grinned, shaking his head. “Man, how are you two gonna survive the summer without each other?”

Kylian didn’t hesitate. “I was gonna ask if she wants to come with us.”

Your brows furrowed as you turned slightly. “Come where?”

“Brice, Achraf, and I are planning a trip,” he said. “You should come.”

You forced a laugh, shifting slightly in his hold. “You want me to third-wheel your little bromance holiday?”

Achraf smirked. “You’d be fourth-wheeling.”

You blinked. “Brice is third-wheeling?”

Kylian grinned. “Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could answer, you felt the slight flex of Kylian’s hands against your stomach before they slid away completely. Kylian’s fingers brushed the collar of your shirt, straightening it out with an absent touch. Then, he reached up, pushing lightly at a loose curl that had escaped from your bun back into place.

The teasing gesture was soft, thoughtless, like muscle memory. Something he’s done a hundred times before.

You swallowed against the warmth curling in your stomach.

Then, his voice came, quieter now. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Achraf let out a dramatic sigh as Kylian’s hands settled firmly on your waist. “Man, you’re not even subtle about it.”

Kylian shot him a pointed look, his fingers pressing slightly against your waist. “You’re talking too much, Achraf.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Achraf muttered, shaking his head. “Go have your private conversation. But if I see you two making heart eyes at each other when you get back, I swear to God-“

Kylian didn’t let him finish. His grip on you tightened slightly, steering you away, and just before you turned the corner, you heard Achraf call after you with a grin in his voice.

“Remember who’s your favourite y/n!”

Kylian barely acknowledged him, his grip steady, possessive. “We’ll be back.”

Kylian’s pace didn’t slow, but you felt his fingers flex slightly against you, as if to remind you exactly whose attention you should be giving right now.

You bit back a smile.

“You say that like you’re giving me a choice,” you muttered, though you didn’t resist when he started guiding you away.

The second you were out of sight, he exhaled, voice lower now. “I was getting tired of sharing. Let’s go in that corner, chérie,” he murmured, his voice low, just for you.

Before you could protest, he steered you forward, his chest brushing against your shoulders as he guided you toward the quieter part of the room. His grip was light but commanding, like it was second nature, like he knew exactly how to move you.

Your pulse kicked up, but you kept your expression neutral, refusing to acknowledge the way your stomach twisted at the easy intimacy of it.

When he finally slowed to a stop, his hands lingered for a beat longer before sliding away, leaving behind a warmth you hated to miss.

Kylian turned you to face him, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

“Y/N,” he said, stopping just a breath away.

You kept your posture relaxed, forcing an easy expression. “Mbappé.”

He grinned, eyes filled with amusement. “So formal. What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

You opened your mouth, but before you could answer, Elise’s voice rang out from behind you.

“She’s coming out with us,” she said, grinning. “Leavers’ drinks.”

Kylian’s gaze didn’t shift. His expression didn’t change. But you caught it, the slight tensing of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed against his sides.

“Right, so you’re busy.” he said simply.

You thought that was it. That he would let it go.

But then-

“And tomorrow?”

Your stomach flipped.

Tomorrow.

Your throat went dry as you scrambled for an answer. You had planned to finish packing, to prepare for the flight he still didn’t know you were taking.

“Busy again,” you said, too quickly.

Kylian tilted his head slightly. “With what?”

Your pulse kicked up. You hated how well he knew you, how easily he could tell when you were avoiding something.

“I just- ” You shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I have things to do.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Just looked at you, gaze unwavering, assessing. Then-

“Come over to my place.”

The words weren’t a suggestion.

You blinked, momentarily thrown. “What?”

“Come over,” he repeated, quieter this time. “For dinner.”

Your chest tightened.

Not a hotel. Not in an empty room. Not meeting in the shadows of your usual routine.

His home.

Your stomach twisted. “Why?”

Kylian’s eyes softened, his usual teasing nowhere to be found. “Because I want to see you. I want to spend time with you.”

Something lodged itself in your throat. You searched his expression, waiting for the smirk, the playful glint in his eyes. But it never came.

“Kylian,” you started, voice quieter now. “We don’t-”

“We don’t what?” he interrupted gently. “Eat together? Spend time together?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words press against you.

“We don’t do personal,” you said, barely above a whisper.

Kylian exhaled, his gaze never leaving yours. “Maybe we should. First time for everything, right?”

Your breath hitched.

It wasn’t just the words. It was him. The way he was looking at you - earnest, open, leaving nothing between you but the truth.

You swallowed. “Since when do you care about that?”

Kylian’s lips parted like he wanted to say something, but then he just shook his head, almost like he was exasperated. “Since always,” he admitted, voice steady, like he wasn’t afraid of what it meant to say it aloud.

Your fingers curled into your palms. You should say no. You should remind him that this wasn’t how things worked, that you weren’t meant to cross this line. You should say no, that you were leaving for Madrid, a conversation you didn’t know how to have.

But instead, you found yourself nodding. “Okay.”

He let out an exhale, something eased in his shoulders. He nodded, stepping back. “Okay, tomorrow at eight.”

You didn’t answer, only watching as he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with your heart pounding and your mind screaming at you to tell him the truth, tell him you’re leaving, before it was too late.

The suitcase lay open on your bed, half-filled with the last remnants of your life in Paris.

Clothes neatly folded, toiletries packed away, your favorite mug wrapped in a hoodie to keep it from breaking. Everything was nearly done.

And yet, your hands trembled.

You stared at the open suitcase, the weight of what you were about to do pressing against your ribs. You should tell him. He deserved to know. After everything, after years of pushing and pulling, of straddling the line between something and nothing, you liked him enough to tell him.

Your throat tightened.

But how?

How were you supposed to look Kylian in the eyes and tell him you were leaving without making it worse? Without breaking whatever this was between you?

Your heart thumped painfully in your chest, panic creeping in-

Then your gaze flickered to your phone.

Dinner.

You exhaled sharply. You had completely forgotten about it. And you had no idea what to wear.

Without thinking, you unlocked your phone and typed out a message.

You: Just wondering… what are we doing tonight? What do I wear?

The response came almost instantly.

Kylian: Nothing.

You rolled your eyes, your lips betraying you with a small smile.

You: Be serious.

Kylian: I am. I think you’d look best in nothing, chérie.

Your stomach twisted.

You: You’re not funny.

Kylian: You’re smiling though.

You bit your lip, refusing to acknowledge how right he was.

You: So?

Kylian: I like making you smile.

There was a pause before your phone buzzed again.

Kylian: Wear something comfortable. You don’t have to try with me.

Your fingers hesitated over the screen.

Wear something comfortable.

It was such a simple thing, but it made your heart ache. Because it was him. Because Kylian never needed anything extravagant from you, never asked for more than what you could give. The past few years, he accepted you in all your entirety. You had seen each other at your worst, completely raw and unfiltered. Because those words alone reminded you of all the things you felt but were throwing away.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to type out a response.

You: Okay.

You tossed your phone onto the bed, exhaling sharply.

You were spiralling. The invitation sat in your head like an unanswered question.

Kylian had asked so casually, like it was nothing, like it was just dinner. But you know better. You’ve spent months pretending this arrangement is simple, drawing invisible lines and swearing you’d never cross them. And now, just a night before you’re set to leave, he’s breaking the only rule that kept you safe.

You should have said no. You should have laughed it off, made an excuse, anything. But you didn’t. Instead, you agreed too quickly, a quiet okay slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Now, standing in front of your closet, you feel like you’re unraveling.

Comfortable.

It should’ve been easy. A simple outfit, nothing to overthink. But when you stepped in front of your open wardrobe, your mind went blank.

You wanted to look good. Really good.

Not for any particular reason, of course. It wasn’t like tonight meant anything. It wasn’t like Kylian asking you to come over changed anything. You were still leaving, still boarding that flight, still walking away from him.

Still-

Your fingers skimmed over your clothes, pulling out a top before shaking your head and putting it back. Jeans? Too uncomfortable. A dress? Too much. You wanted to look effortless. As if you hadn’t thought about it at all. As if you weren’t standing in front of your wardrobe stressing about what to wear for a man who shouldn’t even matter this much.

Your heart pounded. You were doing it again, spiraling.

You needed to breathe.

Tearing your gaze from your reflection in the mirror, you turned toward your suitcase, shuffling through the neatly packed clothes. Maybe something in there-

Your hand froze.

A hoodie.

Not just any hoodie. His hoodie.

The same one he had thrown over your shoulders on a cold night months ago, when you had stubbornly refused to admit you were freezing. Just wear it, chérie, he had said, rolling his eyes before draping it over you. Stop being difficult.

Your chest tightened as you picked it up, bringing it close.

It still smelled like him. That familiar mix of cologne, something warm and clean and pure him.

You should’ve returned it ages ago. And yet, here it was, buried in your things, the last piece of him you had taken without meaning to.

Your fingers curled around the fabric as something heavy settled in your stomach.

You could give it back tonight. Leave it behind along with everything else. Make a clean break, like you always meant to.

You swallowed hard, pressing the hoodie to your chest.

You decide to put on a plain black top and put it on, something you’ve worn a hundred times, but now it feels too intentional, too much like you don’t want to try too hard. You grab his hoodie instead again, then shake your head and toss it aside. It was too obvious. It’s just dinner, but, but it’s not just dinner.

This is different. You know it.

You sink onto the edge of your bed, gripping the fabric between your hands. Should you just cancel?

The thought makes your stomach twist. You could text him, say something came up, pretend you forgot-

But then what?

Would he be mad? No, probably not. He’d brush it off, act like it didn’t matter. Like you don’t matter.

And that’s worse. That’s so much worse.

Your phone feels heavy in your hands as you stare at his last message. His the car is waiting text waiting at the bottom of the screen. You imagine yourself typing something - Actually, I can’t tonight - but your fingers don’t move.

Because you want to go.

That’s the real problem.

You want to go, and you hate yourself for it. He didn’t deserve that.

Because if you walk into his apartment tonight, you’ll make another memory with him, one that will be impossible to forget. And you can’t afford that to lose that. You were being utterly selfish and he had no idea.

But still, you stand up. Grab your phone send on my way. Grab your bag. Grab the hoodie. Force yourself out the door before you can change your mind.

Because you were already too far gone.

The city rushes past in streaks of gold and navy, the warm glow of streetlights blurring through the car window. You sit stiffly in the backseat of the car, hands clasped in your lap, the air too thick, too still. Every few seconds, you glance at your reflection in the glass, at the quiet tension in your face, the way your shoulders won’t relax.

You need to tell him.

That’s what you decide somewhere between your apartment and the first turn onto the main road. You’re going to tell Kylian that you’re leaving. It’s the right thing to do. You’ll sit down, let him talk, maybe let yourself enjoy dinner for a while, and then you’ll say it. I’m leaving. I got a job in Madrid. Just like that. Simple.

Except, it’s not simple at all.

Your stomach twists as you picture the conversation.

What if he asks about your summer?

You could lie, keep things vague, say you’re just going home for a bit, that you haven’t figured out your plans yet. But Kylian knows you too well. He’d press, the way he always does, teasing at first but serious underneath. And then what?

What if he asks about next season?

You swallow hard.

That’s worse. That’s direct. You wouldn’t be able to avoid it, wouldn’t be able to shrug it off like it doesn’t matter. Because it does matter - to him and to you.

Your fingers tighten around the fabric of the hoodie.

What if he says something that makes you want to stay?

The thought slams into you, sharp and breath-stealing.

You don’t let yourself consider it often, but now, in the quiet hum of the car, it creeps in. Because if Kylian knew, if he realised you were planning to leave, if he looked at you with that unbearable sincerity in his eyes and asked you not to go-

Would you stay?

The question makes your stomach drop.

Because you think you might. You think you’d let him convince you, let yourself believe that staying would be the right thing to do. You think you’d want him to convince you. You think about his voice, low and certain, telling you he wants more. About his hands on your waist, grounding you. About all the unspoken things between you, waiting to tip over the edge.

The car slows at a red light, and you stare straight ahead, breathing through the pressure in your chest.

You can’t let that happen.

That’s the real reason you never told him. Because Kylian Mbappé has always been your greatest weakness, and if he asks you to stay, you’re not sure you’ll be strong enough to say no.

The car pulls up to Kylian’s building, its sleek façade rising high against the deep blue of the evening sky. You exhale slowly, pressing a hand against your stomach as if that will ease the nervous energy swirling inside you. The decision settles in your chest, heavy but resolute - you’re not going to tell him tonight.

Not because it isn’t important. Not because it won’t change everything.

But because this, this evening, this invitation, is everything.

Kylian has never asked you to his home before. You never asked him to yours either. Never crossed that boundary. You don’t do personal things. No one-to-one dinners, no lazy mornings brushing your teeth together, no soft moments outside of dimly lit rooms where clothes are hurriedly shed and hands search for something unspoken.

But tonight is different.

Your steps are quiet against the smooth marble as you step inside the lobby. It’s sleek and understated, all clean lines and muted lighting. A concierge nods politely as you pass, as though he was expecting you, his suit crisp, his demeanor professional. The air smells expensive, tinged with faint traces of polished wood and fresh linen.

You swallow. This isn’t just a building. It’s his building. His world. And he’s letting you in.

As you step into the elevator, you press the button with a steadying breath. The doors glide shut, enclosing you in silence. You force yourself to stand tall, to unclench your hands. Forget about Madrid. Just for tonight.

Because tonight isn’t about goodbyes.

It’s about this moment, about the rules you thought you’d never break and the lines Kylian is asking you to cross.

You glance at your reflection in the mirrored walls, lips slightly parted, eyes sharper than they should be for something that’s meant to be casual. The numbers on the display climb higher, bringing you closer to the unknown.

And then the doors open.

His hallway is dim, warm lighting casting soft shadows along the walls. You walk forward, each step measured, each second stretching as your pulse quickens.

Then you knock.

And suddenly, your mind is racing again.

What if this changes everything?

What if you don’t want it to change?

What if-

The door swings open.

And then - nothing.

Because Kylian is standing there, filling the doorway, eyes dark and steady as they take you in. He looks good. Unfairly good. Casual, but intentional.

And just like that, your thoughts quiet.

He looks at you like he’s been expecting this moment for longer than you have.

“You’re late,” he teases.

You scoff lightly, stepping inside when he moves back to let you in. “I’m late because it takes half n hour to get to this floor.”

He laughs at that, closing the door behind you. You let your eyes take in the space around you.

Kylian’s apartment is nothing like you imagined. You expected something cold, modern - bare walls and lifeless furniture, the kind of home that belonged to someone always on the move, never settling long enough to make a place feel like theirs.

But it’s warm. Lived in. Not cluttered, but personal.

Soft lighting casts golden shadows against deep, earth-toned walls. The sleek design of the furniture is softened by subtle signs of comfort, a book left open on the coffee table, a blanket draped carelessly over the arm of the sofa, a half-empty bottle of water on the counter. There’s a faint trace of cologne in the air, something rich and familiar, woven into the very fabric of the space.

And then there’s the view. Floor-to-ceiling windows open up to the city below, Paris stretching out in glittering lights. You don’t realise you’re staring until Kylian moves behind you.

“Nice, isn’t it?” His voice is lower now, more serious. “I like looking out after a game. Helps me think.”

You nod, unable to stop yourself from imagining him standing here alone, staring out over the city, lost in his own world.

Kylian’s presence is warm behind you, his voice quieter now, like he’s letting you in on something personal.

“It’s… not what I expected.”

He hums, placing his hands on your waist, his breath just grazing the shell of your ear. “And what did you expect?”

You shrug, trying to play it off, but you can feel him watching you. “Something less… you.”

That makes him chuckle. “You thought I lived in a hotel room, didn’t you?”

You turn, meeting his eyes. “A little.”

Kylian laughs softly but doesn’t argue. Instead, his gaze flickers down, catching on the folded hoodie in your arms. His smile fades, something softer settling in its place.

You shift, suddenly unsure. “I, um- I brought this to give back.” You hold it out between you, an awkward offering. “I forgot to give it back.”

For a second, Kylian doesn’t move. He just looks at you, then at the hoodie, then back up again, something unreadable in his expression.

And then, instead of taking it, he shakes his head. “I gave it to you to keep.”

Your stomach twists. “Oh.”

There’s something charged in the space between you, something neither of you is willing to name.

“Why?” you ask before you can stop yourself.

Kylian watches you, something knowing in his gaze. Then, slowly, he steps forward, closing the distance. “Don’t you think about me when you put it on?”

Your lips part, but no words come out.

Because you do.

You have. More times than you care to admit.

The fabric smells like him, even now. It always has. Even after so many washes, even after months of telling yourself it was just a hoodie. Just something comfortable to sleep in.

Kylian must see the answer on your face because his smile returns, but it’s softer this time, tinged with something fonder. He takes the hoodie from your hands, and for a second, you think he’s finally going to accept it back.

But instead, he unfolds it and steps closer.

“Arms up,” he murmurs.

You blink. “What?”

He tilts his head, expression expectant. “Arms up.”

Hesitantly, you lift your arms, and Kylian slides the hoodie over your head, his movements slow, deliberate. The fabric pools around your shoulders, warm and familiar. His fingers graze your skin as he adjusts the hem, smoothing it down over your sides. He then grabs your hair pulling it out of the hoodie. Warmth filling in your chest.

When you finally meet his gaze, there’s something undeniably tender in the way he looks at you.

“You took your time getting here,” he murmurs, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Thought you were gonna stand me up.”

You scoff lightly, trying to ignore the way your chest tightens. “I had to mentally prepare for whatever this is.”

He laughs at that, reaching up to pull the hood over your head, his fingers brushing your jaw. “And what is this?”

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because you don’t know how to tell him that this is something you can’t afford to want.

“Come on,” Kylian says, nudging your arm lightly. “I cooked.”

“You cooked?” You raise a brow, following him toward the kitchen.

“Don’t look so surprised.” He grins, already pulling plates from the cabinet. “I had to impress you somehow.”

Your stomach twists. Impress you. He’s putting in effort. He’s treating tonight like it means something.

And that makes your chest ache.

Because it does mean something. Just not in the way he thinks.

You glance down at the plate he sets in front of you - a homemade pizza, golden crust, bubbling cheese, and the exact toppings you always order.

“You made pizza?” you say, surprised.

“You mentioned once it’s your favorite,” he shrugs, like it’s nothing. Like it wasn’t something he filed away in his mind for this moment.

“You could’ve just ordered it,” you tease, picking up a slice.

Kylian smirks, leaning in just slightly, voice dropping into something smoother. “You also mentioned you like a man who puts effort in.”

Your breath catches for a second. The memory is hazy, some passing comment from months ago, made in the middle of an argument, maybe. You never thought he was listening.

Kylian watches your reaction closely, waiting for you to admit he got to you. You force yourself to shake your head, rolling your eyes. “You really think this is all it takes to impress me?”

He leans in further, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “No, you’re difficult” he murmurs. “But it’s a good start.”

Your face burns as he pulls back, looking far too pleased with himself. You take a bite of the pizza to distract yourself, but his eyes don’t leave you, watching, waiting.

“It’s good,” you admit reluctantly.

“You love it,” he corrects smugly, reaching for his own slice. “You’re trying not to give me the satisfaction, but I can see it in your face.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“You adore me,” he counters easily.

You roll your eyes, but your lips twitch against your will. He’s impossible. And the worst part? He knows you adore him, even if you refuse to say it.

The night flows easily, laughter spilling between you like it always has. Kylian is close, always touching, his foot nudging yours under the table, his fingers brushing against your wrist when he reaches for something, the occasional press of his lips to your temple when you pretend not to notice.

You let it happen. You let yourself have this.

“So,” he says, after a comfortable lull in conversation. “What are you doing for the break?”

Your body tenses before you can stop it.

Madrid. You’ll be in Madrid. Staying in Madrid.

But you can’t tell him that.

You force yourself to shrug, keeping your tone casual. “No plans yet.”

Kylian hums, studying you like he can sense something off, but he doesn’t press. Instead, he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Come with me, then.”

Your heart stutters. “What?”

“Spend the summer with me,” he says simply, like it’s not a big deal. Like he’s not asking for everything. “We can go somewhere. Just us.”

You swallow, keeping your expression even. “Where?”

“I don’t know,” he grins. “Where do you wanna go?”

Your brain scrambles for an answer. The idea of it, spending weeks wrapped up in him, away from everything else, is dizzying. Tempting. Dangerous.

You should say no. You have to say no. Tell him the truth.

But instead, you tease, “Somewhere warm.”

Kylian perks up immediately, his enthusiasm clear. “Greece?”

“Too crowded,” you counter, playing along like this conversation isn’t fake.

“Maldives.”

“Too boring.”

“South of France?”

You pause, considering. “Could be nice.”

His smile softens. “It would be nice.”

The weight of what you’re doing presses down on you, but Kylian doesn’t know that. To him, this is real. To him, you’re making plans.

And you want to believe in them. You want to close your eyes and picture yourself on a beach with him, stretched out under the sun, tangled in each other.

But it’s not real. It never will be.

You let the moment sit between you, let Kylian believe in the fantasy just a little longer.

“You know,” Kylian says, leaning back in his chair, “I actually have a place in the south of France.”

You blink. “You do?”

He grins. “Mmhmm. Private, quiet, right by the beach.”

You can already picture it, the sea breeze, golden sun, the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Him by your side. It’s dangerous how easily you can imagine yourself there with him.

“Bad wifi, though,” he adds, shaking his head like it’s a tragic loss.

You scrunch your nose. “No wifi? What would we even do?”

Kylian’s grin is slow, teasing, as he moves his chair closer to you.

By the time you realize what he’s doing, he’s already at your side, fingers trailing along your arm before tilting your chin up. His lips brush the corner of your jaw, moving to the sensitive skin just beneath your ear.

“I’m sure we can think of a few ideas,” he murmurs, voice smooth, warm, and intentional.

Your breath catches, but you play it off with a scoff, pushing lightly at his chest. “You’re insufferable.”

His lips curve against your skin, whispering “You love me.”

Your heart pounds against your ribs. You let his words settle into your skin. You roll your eyes, but you don’t move away. And he doesn’t stop kissing you, his lips brushing along your jaw, down to your neck, slow and lingering, like he’s savoring the moment.

Like he wants you to remember this.

Later, after the food is gone and the wine bottle is nearly empty, the conversation shifts into something softer.

“I might visit England,” you say, twirling the stem of your glass between your fingers. “Go home for a little bit.”

Kylian hums, watching you intently. “You don’t talk about home much.”

You shrug. “It’s complicated.”

He tilts his head, waiting, letting you decide how much to share.

You exhale, fingers tracing the rim of your glass. “You know my parents are immigrants. I was born in England, but I grew up… in between. Always feeling a little too much of one thing, not enough of the other.”

Kylian leans forward, brows furrowing slightly. “Yeah. I get that.”

You glance up, meeting his gaze. His expression is open, understanding. Of course he gets it, he’s lived it too.

“I just… I don’t go back as often as I should,” you admit, voice quieter now. “Life gets busy, and sometimes it’s easier not to.”

“I left for Paris as soon as I could,” you admit, voice quieter now. “University felt like an excuse, but really… I just wanted to be somewhere else. Somewhere new.”

His eyes soften. “You wanted to run.”

You huff a quiet laugh, taking a sip of wine. “Yeah.”

He studies you, his gaze lingering. “And now?”

You don’t answer right away. You could tell him the truth, that leaving has always felt easier than staying, that it’s a habit you’ve never quite broken. That even now, sitting here with him, there’s a part of you already bracing for the moment you’ll have to go.

Instead, you offer a small smile. “Now, I just want to enjoy tonight.”

Kylian studies you for a moment, then asks, “Do they know about me?”

You hesitate. “Of course.”

A small smile tugs at his lips. “Could I meet them?”

Your stomach clenches. The question is casual, but the weight of it is not.

Meeting your parents. That’s not something you do with someone temporary. That’s something real.

And yet…

You nod. “Yeah. I think they’d like you.”

Kylian’s smile grows, bright and boyish, like this means everything to him. Like it’s real.

And for tonight, you let him believe it is. But deep down, a voice whispers that you’re lying to both of you. You always leave before things get too real. You always run.

And this time… you already know you won’t stay.

Then, suddenly, he’s moving, standing up next to you. Your breath stills as he’s tugging your chair back just enough to turn you toward him. He leans down, and you don’t stop him.

His lips brush against yours, soft and unhurried. A question, not a demand.

You let yourself sink into it. His hands find your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones, holding you there like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

By the time you and Kylian move to the sofa, the mood has settled into something easy, familiar, like this is something you’ve always done. Like it’s something you’ll keep doing.

He throws an arm over the back of the sofa, fingers idly playing with the corkscrew of your hair as he scrolls through movies. “You’re impossible to please,” he mutters when you turn down yet another option.

You smirk, shifting to press your back against his side. “You know I have standards.”

Kylian huffs a laugh, eyes still on the screen. “You sure you don’t just like being difficult?”

You grin, stealing the remote from his hands. “Only for you.”

His fingers tighten around your hip in retaliation, a firm squeeze that makes warmth bloom in your stomach.

Eventually, you settle on something simple, a comfort movie, the kind that plays softly in the background of a quiet night. Kylian wraps his arm around you, letting you lean into him, his body warm and solid beside you.

It hits you then, hard, this moment. The normalcy of it.

Coming home after a long day. Cooking together. Teasing each other. Curling up on the sofa with a movie, legs tangled, fingers lazily trailing along each other’s skin.

It’s the kind of thing couples do. The kind of thing you could have had.

And for a second, you let yourself want it.

Kylian’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “So, England?”

You blink, looking up at him. “What?”

“You said you might visit,” he prompts, his thumb brushing along your shoulder. “Your parents still there?”

You nod. “Yeah. They know about us, by the way.”

His brows lift in mild surprise. “Oh?”

You smile a little. “Not like this. Just… that I work with you. They’ve heard my complaints.”

He lets out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Bet they loved those.”

You hesitate, then admit, “They actually love you.”

Kylian shifts slightly, giving you his full attention. “Yeah?”

You nod, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his thigh. “You’re disciplined, smart, charming.” Your lips twitch. “They tell me I should marry you.”

Kylian’s grip on your waist tightens just a little. “Smart parents.”

You roll your eyes, but the warmth in your chest doesn’t fade.

Kylian hums, his fingers trailing up your arm. “My parents are dying to meet you, you know.”

Your stomach flips. “Really?”

He nods. “I talk about you a lot.” His voice is softer now, more careful. “Maman especially. She keeps saying she wants to meet the one person who can handle me.”

Your heart stumbles over itself. You know what he’s doing, he’s letting you see the future he wants. One where you’re in it.

And maybe it’s the wine, or the warmth of his body, or the way his fingers trail soothingly along your skin, but you let yourself see it too.

For tonight, you let yourself believe.

Kylian shifts slightly, pulling you in closer. His fingers trail idly up and down your arm, slow and soothing, grounding you in the warmth of his touch. The movie is still playing in the background, but neither of you are paying attention anymore.

“They’d love to see me get married,” you say suddenly, your voice softer now. “Husband, kids, the whole thing.”

Kylian hums, resting his chin lightly atop your head. “That a bad thing?”

You exhale a quiet laugh. “No. Just… they have it all planned out in their heads. Big family, grandkids running around. There’s pressure.”

His fingers pause for just a second before he resumes the slow, steady movement against your skin. “And what do you want?”

You tilt your head back slightly to look at him, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “Well, I’m for one, are grateful for your money, because we’re going to have a really nice retirement home.”

Kylian scoffs, nudging your side. “We?”

You grin. “Obviously. Someone has to make sure you don’t get too grumpy when you’re old.”

He shakes his head, laughing, but there’s something softer in his gaze when he looks at you. “I’m never grumpy. You really think I’d be grumpy?”

“Oh, definitely,” you tease. “Complaining about the neighbors being too loud. Yelling at kids to stay off your lawn. You’re using up your fun side now, later on there’s going to be nothing left”

Kylian laughs, he leans in, pressing a slow kiss to your jaw. “And you?”

You shiver slightly under his touch but keep your tone light. “I’ll be charming, obviously. The favorite grandma. The one who sneaks the grandkids extra sweets when their parents aren’t looking.”

Kylian laughs against your skin. “You’re so wrong.”

You let the words settle for a moment before shifting, turning slightly so you can look at him fully. “What about you? Ever think about kids?”

His smile softens. “Yeah. Always figured I’d have a family one day.”

You hum. “What do you think they’d be like?”

Kylian tilts his head, considering. “If they take after me? Active. Stubborn. Probably too competitive for their own good.”

You laugh. “Great. A little army of Kylian juniors running around. Sounds like a nightmare.”

He smirks. “You could handle them. And if they take after you?”

You purse your lips in thought. “Smart. Focused. Knows how to handle pressure.”

Kylian snorts, “why is your ego as big as mine?”

“Good at arguing,” You continue, grinning. “Definitely a little dramatic.”

“Oh, for sure,” Kylian says, grinning. “Our kids are going to be so dramatic.”

Our kids.

The words make your stomach twist, but you force yourself to keep playing along.

Kylian’s voice softens. “You’d be a great mom.”

Your breath catches slightly, but you keep your expression neutral. “And you’d be a great dad.”

He smiles, his fingers wrapping around yours. “We’d be good together.”

You can’t answer that. So instead, you lean up and kiss him, slow and soft, letting him believe, just for tonight.

Kylian shifts above you, his weight settling over yours in a way that feels natural, like he belongs there. His head rests against your chest, and you force yourself to keep your breathing steady, even as his hands trace slow, absentminded circles over the curve of your ass. It’s casual, intimate in a way that makes your stomach twist.

He’s comfortable like this, pressed into you, his fingers moving lazily against your skin. Every so often, he shifts just enough to kiss you, soft, lingering presses of his lips that make your chest tighten. You kiss him back without thinking, letting yourself fall into the illusion of this moment, of him.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, lips brushing over your collarbone. His voice is teasing, but there’s something else beneath it, something softer, more certain.

You scoff lightly, fingers gently scratching his neck. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He just grins against your skin, his fingers flexing against your ass before smoothing over the fabric of your leggings. “You haven’t let go of me all night,” he points out, his voice low, amused.

Your stomach flips. You couldn’t let go. Not when it's your last night.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your collarbone. “You and me like this.”

You hum, fingers moving to gently scratch his scalp. The movement relaxing you. He lets out a quiet sigh, his entire body relaxing into yours. You want to tell him not to get used to this, to remind him that tonight is just a moment, not a promise. You had to tell him before the night carries on.

You had to try. You try to coax him in. “You used to talk about Madrid all the time.”

Kylian shifts slightly, lifting his head just enough to look at you. His hands squeeze your ass gently. “And you used to talk about your masters.”

You still.

He notices.

Kylian watches you closely now, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate lines along your waist. “You thinking about it?” His lips ghost over your skin again, each word a little softer, a little closer. “Taking the next step?”

It’s a casual question. Harmless. But it feels like a landmine waiting to go off.

You swallow. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Kylian hums against your skin, his nose nudging the curve of your neck as his hands tighten on your hips. “And Madrid?”

Your fingers hesitate in his hair.

“You still thinking about it?” he murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your jaw.

Your chest tightens. He doesn’t realize what he’s asking. He thinks you’re reflecting on old dreams, on the things you used to talk about together. But you know better.

Because you are thinking about masters in Madrid. Your plane was leaving tomorrow.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. “I don’t know.”

Kylian lifts his head fully now, propping himself up on his elbows, his face just inches from yours. His gaze is steady, open in a way that makes you want to turn away. His hands slide up beneath your hoodie - his hoodie - his palms warm against your bare skin.

“I’ve been thinking about staying,” he admits.

Your stomach drops.

“For the club?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

He shakes his head. “No. Not for the club.” His fingers tighten on your waist, like he’s trying to ground himself. Like he’s afraid to say it outright.

“I’m not ready to leave yet.”

You feel like you can’t breathe.

He’s watching you too closely now, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against your ribs. You know he can feel your heart racing. You know he notices the way your breath stutters.

“Paris is home,” he continues, voice quieter now. His forehead presses against yours, both lips just shy of touching. “It’s not just about football anymore. There’s something here worth staying for.”

And then, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world, he says it.

“I want to be with you, y/n.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest.

You were prepared for a lot of things tonight, but not this.

Not him looking at you like this. Not him holding you like he’s afraid to let go. Not him saying the one thing you’ve wanted to hear for so long, at the worst possible time.

You feel like you’re about to break. You need to tell him the truth.

But instead of responding, you crush your lips against his, desperate, aching, reckless. Anything to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

Kylian takes this as an answer. He exhales against your lips, something soft, relief. You didn’t even notice the tension in his shoulders before he relaxed. He smiles, kissing you deeper, whispering, “Thought you’d never admit it.”

The weight of it all nearly crushes you, but you let yourself melt into the kiss, pretending - just for tonight - that it’s real.

The air gets heavier, so you try to lighten it, desperate to change the topic. You shift slightly beneath him, sighing dramatically. “You’re clingy, you know that?”

Kylian hums against your skin, clearly unbothered. “Mm, and?”

“And,” you tease, poking at his side, “we’re not even watching the movie.

He chuckles, lifting his head just enough to meet your eyes. “Right, because I’m the one who keeps kissing you.”

You roll your eyes, about to fire back, but he cuts you off with another kiss, lazy, drawn out, his lips brushing yours in a way that makes you forget whatever point you were going to make.

Eventually, you both settle in, but Kylian stays close, his body half-draped over yours, his fingers slipping beneath the hoodie just to feel your skin. His touch is absentminded, lazy strokes against your ribs, his thumb brushing over the dip of your waist like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

The movie plays, but neither of you are really paying attention.

After a long pause, Kylian speaks again, voice quieter now. “My dad still asks about you.”

You hesitate, not expecting that. “He does?”

Kylian nods. “Yeah. He likes you.” His fingers press a little deeper into your skin. “Thinks you’re pretty.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Good to know I have his approval.”

Kylian smirks, tilting his head slightly so his lips brush the edge of your jaw. “He also thinks you’re funny.”

Your brows lift. “Really?”

He grins, amused at your surprise. “Yeah. You talked to him after I missed that game with my calf, remember?”

You do. His dad had been worried, and you’d reassured him that Kylian would be fine, joking that he was too stubborn to be out for long.

Kylian hums. “Apparently, he still brings it up. ‘That physio of yours has a smart mouth.’” His smirk widens. “He meant it as a compliment.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling. “I’ll take it.”

Kylian presses a slow, lingering kiss beneath your ear. “I think he just likes that you care about me.”

The weight of his words settles between you, heavy and unspoken.

You exhale, forcing yourself to keep your voice light. “Well, someone has to.”

Kylian chuckles, but his hold on you tightens, like he doesn’t want you to slip away.

Kylian stays close, his fingers idly tracing patterns beneath your hoodie - his hoodie, you correct yourself. The movie plays in the background, but neither of you are paying attention. His warmth seeps into your skin, his presence wrapping around you like a comfort you know you shouldn’t get used to.

“If we’re going to England and the South of France for summer,” he murmurs, voice soft, like the future is already set, “where shall we go for Christmas?”

You hesitate for only a second before letting yourself dream. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Alps. I really want to go skiing.”

Kylian huffs a quiet laugh, shifting slightly. “You do realize I can’t ski, right?”

“You can ski,” you tease. “You’re just not allowed to. PSG rules. And I’m not taking care of you if you injure yourself.”

He grins, squeezing your waist. “Then we shouldn’t go.”

“What?” You pull back slightly to look at him.

“I want to go somewhere hot,” he says, casual and lazy, like it’s already decided. “Somewhere with a beach.”

You scoff. “That’s a summer holiday.”

“So?”

“So, Christmas in the snow is a must.”

Kylian’s fingers skim along your stomach, his grip lazy but warm. “So, convince me,” he says, amusement laced in his voice. “What’s so special about Christmas in the snow?”

You roll your eyes. “You seriously don’t get it?”

He shakes his head, watching you expectantly.

You exhale, settling deeper against him. “It’s… magical,” you start, eyes flickering toward the ceiling as you picture it. “Twinkling lights glowing against the snow, cozy cabins with fireplaces, the quiet beauty of the mountains at night.”

Kylian hums, his fingers stilling against your skin. “Go on.”

You shift to look at him. “Waking up to a snowy Christmas morning, the kind I always imagined but never really got to experience properly in the UK.” You smile softly, lost in the thought. “Drinking hot chocolate after being out in the cold all day, watching the snowfall from inside, curled up under a blanket. It just feels… right.”

Kylian doesn’t respond immediately. His usual teasing smirk is gone, replaced by something softer. His eyes stay locked on yours, full of something unreadable, something deep, something warm.

“Okay,” he murmurs eventually, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone. “Whatever you want.”

The way he says it, so effortlessly, so certain, makes your breath catch.

Your fingers tighten slightly against his arm. “That easy?”

His lips quirk. “If it makes you happy, yeah.” His voice dips lower, more sincere. “That’s all I want.”

Your heart squeezes.

His gaze holds yours, intense and earnest. “Whatever it takes. Whatever you need. I want to see you happy, always.”

You freeze for a second, the weight of his words hitting you hard in the chest. You bite your lip, trying to brush it off with a soft laugh. “You make me miserable at work sometimes,” you joke lightly, trying to avoid the tension building in the pit of your stomach.

Kylian huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you love it.” He nudges his nose against your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “And we both know that’s not really true.”

Your smile falters. He’s right. You do love it. You love the way he pushes you, the way he challenges you. You love the way he always finds a way to get under your skin, never letting you pull away completely. You love the teasing, the back-and-forth, the way he never lets you win too easily. And maybe, if things were different, if you weren’t already halfway out the door, you’d let yourself admit just how much he truly means to you.

The thought nearly knocks the air from your lungs.

You shouldn’t be thinking like this. Not when you’re about to leave. Not when you’ve already decided.

Kylian watches you closely, picking up on the shift in your expression. His hands smooth over your back beneath his hoodie. “Hey,” he murmurs, coaxing you back to the moment. “Talk to me.”

You force a smile, blinking back the burn behind your eyes. “I’m just thinking,” you say, voice softer than before.

“About what?”

You shake your head, pushing up to kiss him before he can pry any further. He lets you, his lips moving slowly against yours, but when you pull back, his eyes are still searching. Still looking for something you’re not ready to give him.

He doesn’t press. He just holds you closer, his arms tightening around you. He moves his fingers towards your back. His touch is lazy at first, skimming up and down your spine, tracing slow circles that lull you into a comfortable haze. The glow of the TV flickers across the room, casting soft light over both of you, but neither of you are paying attention anymore.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple.

You hum in response, sinking further into his embrace, but his grip tightens just slightly, like he’s not letting you drift away from him so easily.

“Talk to me,” he coaxes, voice dipping lower, smoother.

You hesitate, then force a small smile. “I’m just thinking.”

Kylian tilts his head, watching you closely, searching. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your hoodie, skating across your bare skin, dragging slow patterns along your lower back. “About what?”

You shake your head, forcing the tears to stay put. The weight of the moment, of being here in his space, his home, presses down on you. It makes it all feel too real, too heavy, like you’re on the edge of something irreversible.

Instead of answering, you push up slightly, kissing him before he can pry further. He lets you, lets you press your lips to his in a slow, languid kiss, lets you sink into him, but when you pull back, his eyes are still on you. Still looking for something you’re not ready to give him.

His fingers flex at your waist, kneading gently. “I know you, bébé,” he murmurs, voice quiet but firm. “I know you completely. Something’s on your mind, tell me.”

You exhale, brushing your nose against his. “I don’t want to think right now.”

A slow smile tugs at his lips. “No?”

You shake your head, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Help me stop thinking.”

His gaze darkens, his smile fading into something softer, something fonder. He shifts beneath you, pressing up, letting you feel the hard length of him through his sweats.

“Anything you want,” he murmurs.

His hands slip under the hem of your hoodie, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more of your skin. His palms drag along your sides, thumbs grazing just beneath the swell of your breasts, teasing but never fully touching.

You inhale sharply, arching into his touch. “Kylian-”

He flips you before you can finish, pressing you back into the couch cushions, his body settling over yours. His lips find your throat, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. His breath is warm, his stubble scraping lightly as he works his way lower, taking his time, savoring you.

“Tu es si belle,” he murmurs against your collarbone. “Toujours.”

Your fingers slide around his neck, tugging lightly. “Kylian-”

“Shhh,” he soothes, lips brushing the swell of your breast. His hands slip beneath the fabric of your hoodie, pushing it higher until you lift your arms, letting him tug it over your head. The cool air rushes over your bare skin, but his warmth is quick to replace it, his mouth closing over one nipple, his tongue circling slow and deliberate.

A gasp escapes your lips, your back arching as he sucks lightly, teasing with his teeth before soothing with his tongue. His free hand slides down, fingertips tracing the waistband of your leggings, dipping just beneath but never quite where you need him.

“You’re always so impatient,” he murmurs against your skin, smiling against your breast.

You huff, tugging at his hair in frustration. “Then stop teasing.”

Kylian chuckles, but he listens, sliding lower, pressing lingering kisses down your stomach, over your navel, down to the waistband of your shorts. He tugs them down slowly, dragging them past your thighs, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your legs.

The air in his apartment feels heavy, thick with something unspoken. The dim lighting casts long shadows against the sleek furniture, the dark walls, the framed jerseys that make this space his. It smells like him, cologne, clean linen, something deeper that lingers on his skin.

It unsettles you. It makes it impossible to forget where you are, what this is.

By the time he settles between your thighs, your breath is uneven, your fingers trembling slightly where they run in his curls. He presses a final kiss against the inside of your knee before looking up at you, eyes dark and full of something unreadable.

“Relax,” he murmurs, hands gripping your thighs, pushing them further apart. “Just let yourself feel.”

Before you can respond, he dips down, his mouth meeting your soaked heat in one slow, deliberate stroke.

Your gasp is sharp, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He hums against you, like he’s savoring the taste, before licking another slow stripe up your slit, his tongue circling your clit in teasing, languid strokes. His grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you open for him as he works you up, building the pressure inside you with every flick of his tongue.

“Kylian,” you whimper, hips lifting instinctively.

His hands press down, pinning you in place. “I’ve got you,” he soothes, before sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue in perfect rhythm.

Your body tenses, heat curling low in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter with every calculated stroke of his tongue. He’s slow, thorough, completely focused on unraveling you, like nothing else in the world exists except this, except you.

When his fingers slip inside you, curling just right, a broken moan escapes your lips, your head tipping back.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against you, pressing another kiss to your thigh. “Let go for me.”

You do.

Pleasure washes over you in slow, rolling waves, your body trembling as he coaxes you through it, never letting up, his mouth and fingers working in perfect sync until you’re gasping, shaking, barely able to breathe.

Only then does he finally lift his head, lips glistening, a pleased smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Tu es magnifique,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses up your stomach, your ribs, your throat. “Every fucking inch of you.”

Your pulse is still racing when he presses his forehead against yours, his hands framing your face.

“Are you still with me?” he asks softly, searching your gaze.

You nod, still breathless. “Yeah.”

Kylian kisses you, slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His hands slide down, gripping your thighs, shifting you beneath him.

The weight of being here in his home, his space, llingers between you. It should feel wrong. It should feel like a mistake. But when he lifts you, carrying you to his bedroom, pressing you into his sheets, it only feels inevitable.

“Je t’—” he starts, voice rough, raw.

“No,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “Don’t.”

His jaw tightens, something flickering behind his eyes. But he doesn’t push. Instead, he presses his lips to your throat, his body covering yours, grounding you in this moment, in this choice.

He pushes into you slowly, filling you inch by inch, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your fingers dig into his back, your body stretching to take him.

Kylian groans, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is thick, unsteady. “You feel so good.”

He holds himself still for a moment, letting you adjust, letting you feel every inch of him. His lips press against your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

Then he moves.

Slow, deep thrusts, his hips rolling into yours in a steady rhythm, dragging pleasure through every nerve in your body. His hands grip your thighs, holding you close, like he never wants to let go.

“I want you,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. “All of you.”

Your breath hitches.

And maybe, if things were different, you’d let him say what he was going to. Maybe you’d say it back.

But tonight, you let your body speak for you.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, closer.

The warmth of his breath fans across your skin as Kylian presses his forehead to yours, rolling his hips into you with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust sends pleasure rippling through your body, winding you tighter and tighter around him.

He feels so good, deep and thick and perfect, stretching you open in the most intoxicating way. His fingers grip your hips, anchoring you to him, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“Bébé,” he murmurs, voice rough, ragged with need. “You feel so fucking good.”

You moan in response, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer. His body presses against yours, heat radiating between you, his heart pounding just as wildly as your own.

“Kylian,” you breathe, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re- God, you’re perfect.”

A groan rumbles in his throat, his pace stuttering just slightly, like your words have knocked the air out of him. His hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make your back arch off the bed.

“Say it again,” he demands, his lips brushing against your jaw.

You gasp as pleasure curls low in your stomach, a fire burning hotter and hotter with each roll of his hips.

“You’re perfect,” you murmur, fingers dragging through his hair. “I love the way you touch me, I love the way you make me feel.”

His breath hitches, his thrusts turning deeper, more deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of you. “Bébé…”

Your nails rake down his back, urging him on. “I love the way you always know what I need, I love the way you always make me feel so good.”

His lips claim yours in a deep, searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he pushes you closer to the edge. His tongue slides against yours, his breath mingling with yours, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours.

“I need you,” you admit, your voice breaking, tears threatening to fall. “I need you so much.”

Kylian groans, his forehead pressing against yours, his hands gripping your thighs as he buries himself even deeper inside you. “You have me,” he promises. “Always.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through you, your walls fluttering around him, pulling him in tighter. He grits his teeth, his control slipping, his pace turning rougher, more desperate.

“You’re mine,” he mutters, his breath hot against your lips. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your body trembling, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure. “I’m yours, Kylian.”

His groan is guttural, his hands gripping your hips, guiding you with him as he thrusts harder, deeper. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard tapping softly against the wall, the sounds of your bodies moving together filling the space around you.

Your climax builds, the pressure coiling so tight it feels unbearable. Kylian feels it too, the way your body clenches around him, the way your breath catches, the way your moans grow higher, needier.

“Come for me,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple, his fingers still circling your clit, sending sparks shooting up your spine. “Let me feel you.”

His name tumbles from your lips as you shatter beneath him, pleasure crashing over you in a blinding wave. Your body clenches, trembles, your nails digging into his back as he follows right after you, groaning as he spills deep inside you.

For a moment, neither of you move, bodies tangled, chests heaving, the world spinning around you. Kylian presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another to your jaw, his hands smoothing over your sides, grounding you.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice softer now, tender.

You nod, still breathless, still tingling from the aftershocks. “Yeah.”

His fingers trace slow patterns along your back, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his jaw, warmth blooming in your chest.

Maybe you’ll regret this in the morning. Maybe you’ll wake up and remember why you can’t have this, why you can’t stay.

But tonight, you let yourself believe in the fantasy.

Tonight, you let yourself have him.

The room is quiet now, save for the sound of your breaths mingling, the slow rise and fall of your chests pressed together. Kylian hasn’t moved from where he’s nestled against you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist, his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. His body is warm, solid, grounding you in a way that makes your chest tighten.

You can still feel him inside you, his release seeping from between your thighs, a lingering reminder of just how deeply you let him in tonight. And for once, the weight of that doesn’t send you spiraling. It doesn’t terrify you.

Instead, you just feel… full. Complete. Like you’re exactly where you should be.

Kylian shifts slightly, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re quiet again,” he murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion, yet laced with something softer, something fonder.

You hum, tracing absent patterns along his back. “Just thinking.”

His arms tighten around you, his fingers splaying across your lower back. “About what?”

You hesitate, biting your lip. Then, before you can stop yourself, you admit the truth.

“You.”

Kylian stills, his breath catching. Then he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and searching, like he’s trying to memorize this moment, etch it into his bones.

“What about me?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.

Your fingers brush over his jaw, your thumb grazing his bottom lip. “How much you mean to me,” you whisper. “How much i-” You swallow hard, trying to find the right words. “How much I feel when I’m with you.”

Something flickers in his gaze, something raw and vulnerable. He exhales slowly, his forehead pressing against yours. “You don’t have to be scared of that,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours. “Of us.”

Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers curling against his skin. “I don’t know how not to be.”

Kylian exhales a quiet laugh, but there’s no amusement in it, just understanding. He kisses you softly, lingering, savoring. “Then I’ll show you,” he promises against your lips. “I’ll show you every day.”

Your heart stumbles.

You don’t know if you can let yourself believe that. But right now, in the safety of his arms, with his breath warm against your skin and his body wrapped around yours, you want to.

You tuck your head beneath his chin, pressing your face into his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, soothing in a way that makes your limbs grow heavy.

Kylian sighs contentedly, his fingers stroking your back in slow, lazy circles. “Stay with me,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

You know he doesn’t just mean for the night.

But for now, you let yourself pretend.

“Okay,” you whisper, your eyes drifting shut, your body melting against his.

Kylian hums, his arms tightening around you, his lips pressing one last kiss to your hair.

And then, for the first time in a long time, you let yourself fall asleep feeling safe.

The room is silent except for the steady rhythm of Kylian’s breathing. His warmth surrounds you, his arm draped loosely over your waist, fingers curled slightly against your stomach, as if even in sleep, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You don’t move at first.

You just lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against your back, listening to the sound of his breath. Memorising the way it feels to be held by him.

Because this is the last time.

The thought grips you like a vice, making your throat tighten.

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to hold onto the moment, but the pressure in your chest only grows. This night, the way he touched you, the way he whispered to you between kisses, the way he looked at you like you were his entire world, it made it all too real.

And now, you have to leave it behind.

Your fingers curl into the sheets. You know you should move, should slip out of his grasp before you lose the nerve, but you can’t. Not yet.

You shift slightly, just enough to turn your head, to look at him.

Kylian sleeps soundly, his features softened, the tension he always carries in his brow smoothed away. His lips are parted slightly, his hair mussed from your fingers, his bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath.

Your chest aches.

A part of you wants to stay. Wants to forget everything outside this moment.

But you can’t.

Carefully, slowly, you begin to move, slipping out from under his arm inch by inch, holding your breath when he stirs. His fingers twitch against the sheets, searching for you even in sleep.

You freeze.

For a second, you think he’s going to wake up, that he’ll see you standing there, that he’ll say your name and ruin everything.

But then he exhales deeply and stills.

You swallow hard, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, forcing yourself to stand. The cool air hits your bare skin, making you shiver as you grab your top and leggings from the floor, pulling them on with shaking hands.

His hoodie is draped over the armrest of the couch, but you don’t move toward it yet.

Instead, your eyes drift to the shelf by the window, where a collection of framed photos sits. You didn’t want to really stop to look at them before, you were careful not to let yourself linger too much in his space, too much in his world.

But now, something catches your eye.

A photo, slightly smaller than the others.

You step closer before you can stop yourself, your breath catching when you realize what it is.

It’s Kylian, years younger, maybe eight or nine. His face is rounder, his smile bright and full of unrestrained joy. He’s holding a football in his arms, but it’s his shirt that makes your stomach twist.

A Real Madrid jersey.

Your vision blurs, your fingers tightening at your sides.

Of course.

This was always meant to happen, wasn’t it?

You stare at the photo, at the boy in the Madrid shirt, and suddenly, everything becomes clear.

No matter how much he loves Paris, no matter how much he loves PSG, this was always the path he was meant to take.

And maybe, maybe leaving him now is part of that path, too.

Maybe he’ll hate you for it.

Maybe he’ll never forgive you.

But one day, he’ll be in Madrid. One day, he’ll have everything he’s ever dreamed of.

And maybe you can be together properly.

Your breath shudders as you turn away, grabbing his hoodie from the couch. For a second, you consider taking it. Some small part of you, some foolish, selfish part, wants to cling to it, to hold on to something of his.

But you can’t.

You can’t leave with a piece of him when you’ve already taken so much.

You hesitate for just a second, just long enough to let your fingers graze the soft fabric, before you drop it.

It lands on the cushions, the only proof you were ever here at all.

Your vision swims as you turn back toward the door, your chest aching with a pain so deep it feels unbearable.

You don’t look back.

If you do, you’ll break.

So instead, you walk away.

You block his number before you even step out of the apartment.

And then, with a deep, shaking breath, you step into the night.

Present day

Kylian doesn’t let go of your wrist until you’re both alone outside the gym. Even then, he doesn’t step back. Doesn’t create space. Just stands there, gaze burning into yours like he’s still deciding what to say.

You take a breath, steadying yourself. Be calm. Be rational.

“You can’t just drag me out of there,” you say, keeping your voice even.

Kylian exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s trying to keep himself in check. “So, that’s it?” he says finally. “You really want to play this game?”

Your brows furrow. “What game?”

His jaw clenches. His hands twitch like he wants to run them over his face, but he doesn’t. He just looks at you. Really looks at you.

Like he’s trying to find something. Like he needs to.

“You, acting like that,” he says, voice taut. “Saying things just to get a reaction. Pretending none of this-” His voice cuts off, sharp with frustration.

You cross your arms. “I wasn’t pretending anything.”

Kylian scoffs, shaking his head. “Right. Because it’s normal for you to sit there talking about taking some random guy home.”

You bristle. “It was a joke, Kylian.”

His gaze sharpens. “Was it?”

You exhale, patience thinning. “You don’t get to do this,” you say, voice firmer now. “You don’t get to be upset with me. We agreed-”

Kylian lets out a bitter laugh. “No, you decided,” he corrects. “You decided we should be friends the moment you ran off. You decided to leave me behind. You decided to move on like it was nothing. And now you’re- what? Testing me?”

His voice is lower now, frustration simmering beneath every word.

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Because he’s right. And he knows it.

Then, something snaps in Kylian.

The feeling that’s been building between you both isn’t just some playful tension anymore, it’s something deeper, something he can’t ignore.

A memory hits him like a gut punch.

“You’re lying, I know something is wrong” Kylian had murmured against your skin that night, voice rough, unreadable. His fingers traced your wrist, slow and careful,

You swallowed, forcing a small, tired smile. “I don’t lie.”

Kylian hummed, unconvinced. He shifted closer, breath warm against your temple.

“Then promise me something.”

“What?”

“That you won’t leave me.”

Your breath had caught in your throat.

And for a second, you almost told the truth.

But then Kylian’s hand slid over your back, slow, familiar. And you panicked.

So, you lied.

“I won’t.”

Kylian blinks, breath coming sharp.

The memory slams into him, clear as day. And suddenly, everything clicks.

This isn’t just about the joke. It’s you. This is what you do.

When things get too close - when he gets too close - you push. You act out. You find a way to run.

And he let you do it once. Let you lie to him. Let you run away.

Not this time. Not again.

Kylian shakes his head, stepping closer. “I changed my mind.”

You blink. “About what?”

“Being your friend.” His voice is steady, sure. “I don’t want that.”

Something in your chest tightens. “Kylian-”

He exhales, slow, like he’s finally seeing things clearly. “I get it now.” His voice is softer, but not weaker. If anything, it’s stronger. Final. “You get too close, and then you run.”

You stiffen.

His gaze never wavers. “You ran away from me once,” he says quietly, his tone low, deliberate.

Your breath catches.

Kylian doesn’t move. Doesn’t let you slip away.

His gaze stays locked onto yours, steady and unshaken. Final.

“I’m not letting you do that again,” he says, voice low.

Your breath catches. He’s watching you like he’s waiting for the fight, like he’s daring you to say something back.

But before you can, the gym doors swing open.

“Y/N!”

Luis’s voice cuts through the air, firm and expectant. You snap your head toward him, pulse still racing.

“We need you back inside,” he says, eyes flicking between you and Kylian, something unreadable in his expression.

You nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I’m coming.”

When you turn back to Kylian, he’s still watching you. Unwavering. Like he knows this conversation isn’t over.

Like he won’t let it be over.

You hold his gaze for a second longer, heart pounding, then you step past him and walk back inside.

But even as you go, you can feel it.

Kylian isn’t done. And neither are you.

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Hi, sorry to bother you. I just wanted to ask if you could write a oneshot about Baby Luna's first words.Thank you💕💕

Baba

Just a little oneshot about Luna saying her first word!

It was a normal day in the Evans’ house, Chris was off from filming, Luna was being Luna and getting used to walking since she recently got that skill down.

Holding on to the couch she can walk but hey she’s walking and Chris couldn’t be more than happy now he just needs to hear her first word and he’ll be so happy! But he knows it happens when it happens.

Toddling along the couch one hand gripped onto it, the other waving around for balance. Babbling to herself Chris glances over at her, smiling ear to ear at how sweet she looks with her now found independence.

“Baba - bababaah” she babbles whilst focusing on walking over to her dada on the couch who is reading a script looking up at her every once in a while.

“What did you say bubba?” Chris asked curiously

“Baba” Luna giggled pointing to her bottle on the coffee table

“Baba? - oh my god! Luna your said your first word!” He got up laughing ecstatically picking her up too and throwing her up in the air, luna laughing at her dad laughing too.

“Baba! Baba!” she giggled after chris put her down.

“So is it safe to say Luna wants a baba?” He asks his still giggling daughter.

“Ya baba! Baba!” She shouted giggling as she spoke.

Now let’s just say chris had to ask her if she really wanted a baba all the time now, because that’s what she said for a week straight until she learnt apple sauce was a thing ❤️

Thank you for requesting this anon! It wasn’t a bother at all if you have anymore ideas please send them in! :)

And a very big thank you to @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount for helping me with the idea of what word Luna should’ve said because I thought of one too many words.

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Chris Drabble #1

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 45

Parings/Characters: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: fluff

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Chris sat on the couch as he watched you dramatically sing one of your favorite songs. When you landed on your ass and started giggling, Chris laughed too.  

“Some boyfriend you are.” you teased.

“I’ll help after I’m done laughing.” he grinned over at you. 

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Helping Hand

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Chris really loves to workout in your home gym, especially since the pandemic and virus season, he loved the idea of having his own workout space all to himself. Funny enough when you can’t find your three year old daughter Arlie, check the gym, and you might find her attached to her dad’s hip

Warnings: non, straight pure fluffy dad Chris, sassy Arlie

A/N: Baby Arlie is back to making an appearance!! I adore this pairing so much it rots my teeth, I think I’m going to divide my masterlist and add a Dad!Chris/ Dad + Arlie Section, let me know what you think, this one may be a little shorter, hopefully not horrible lmao but happy reading!!

Word Count: 846

Little Arlie girl was the epitome of her father’s shadow, following him around whenever and wherever she could, especially now that she was walking more and handling stairs better. That wasn’t to say you and Chris didn’t still watch her like a hawk in case she needed a hand or fell, but she was getting more and more independent every day. It was often days like today when Chris was off in your home gym completing his daily workout, whether it was legs, chest or arms, Arlie always found a way to weasel her little self into the gym to be with her daddy. So when you called her name for snack time and didn’t get a response, you made your way into the den where you’d left her last only to find her colouring book open and water bottle where she left it on the coffee table. 

“That little bug…”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly knowing just how goof of an escape artist she was, so you tidied her markers up and walked your way down the hall and to the steps leading into the basement. When you opened the door, you could hear her giggles and little squeals as she and Chris worked through their weight session together

“I stronger than you daddy!”

The sight at the bottom of the stairs bringing a smile to your face, she had her set of dumbbells, which weighed virtually nothing in her hands, while Chris was on his back, two green and yellow weights on his chest to keep him to the floor

“I think you certainly are dove, I think I need some help!”

Arlie put her weights down and placed her tiny hands on her hips in a superman like pose and sighed 

“I help you on one ‘dition daddy.”

You laughed at her shortened version of the word condition, because it was just the cutest thing in the world listening to her learning and practicing new words. At the sound of your laugh Arlie looked to you and clapped 

“Hi mommy!!”

Chris smiled too, practically identical to your little girl 

“Yeah, hi mommy”

“Hi you two, what’s going on down here?”

Arlie cocked her hip to the side, the sass with her was off the charts, Chris never failing to let you know it comes from you

“I doing the lefties thing with daddy, an’ he not strong ‘nough to hold my colour sticks”

Colour sticks, what she called her dumbbells, despite you attempting to teach her the word, it would forever be known as colour sticks to you and your husband

“Oh, I see, so are you gonna help him bug?”

“Mhm, I got one ‘dition first mommy”

You chuckled sitting down with the two of them on the floor, watching her as she began waving her arms around 

“What’s that baby?”

“Well, I wanna watch cartoon and have two cookies!”

Chris pretended to think about it for a few moments, closing his eyes before letting out a dramatic sigh and holding his hand out to Arlie

“Okay Arlie girl, you got yourself a deal.”

“Deal daddy!”

She wrapped her much smaller hands around his larger one and shook with all her toddler strength before grabbing the dumbbells off his chest. Chris immediately took her in his arms and sat up covering her face in kisses while the room filled with the sounds of her laughter and now yours mixed in together. Moments like these making you take a mental snapshot watching the two people you loved most experiencing life together

“Alright my little gym crazies, how about we go upstairs for some snacks?”

After a collective cheer of yesses, the three of you made your way upstairs where Arlie got comfy in her chair at the island, and you and Chris stood in front of her, smiles on both of your faces as she munched away on some apples and peanut butter, her current favourite obsession

“Hey daddy?”

Chris finished chewing one a slice of the apple you’d also given him before answering her 

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t ‘fink I forgot about our deal.”

Your hand quickly covered your mouth as you began laughing, Chris losing it beside you as well

“O-Okay dove I won’t...”

Chris could barely get that sentence out without laughing and the two of you managed to calm down after a couple minutes, Arlie looking between her mom and dad with a stone-faced expression, clearly not finding any of this funny

“Arlie baby you are going to be a force to be reckoned with when you get older”

“Just like you mommy!”

You laughed shaking your head at her before Chris chimed in beside you quickly to agree with his little girl

“Yep, just like mommy”

Chris leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to him. That moment in the kitchen becoming another mental snapshot you’d hope to keep with you forever, your sassy Arlie girl never failing to make each day as interesting as the last.

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Daddy Designer

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: When you bring up the idea of Arlie dressing up as a little duck for Halloween, your husband takes that seriously, so serious, he’s hellbent on making your little angel’s costume by hand

Warnings: non, very sweet dad Chris, overall very cute and heartwarming

A/N: Here’s another look into the life of Chris and Arlie aka Little Duck, I have been having so much fun writing these, I just love the two of them. I hope you enjoy<3

Word Count: 924

It kind of started off as a little joke, Halloween was coming up and since Chris had started calling Arlie ‘Little Duck’ you brought up the idea of dressing her up as a duckling for Halloween. You were laughing while tickling Arlie’s belly as the two of you sat on the couch, meanwhile Chris had paused and thought for a moment 

“That is a brilliant idea honey.”

You looked toward him, eyes widening in surprise 

“Well, I mean I was just joking…”

He shook his head 

“No no, that’s the perfect costume idea, I’m going to make it myself!” 

Arlie had begun to squirm, so you sat up and put her down on the floor, watching as she waddled towards her dad, Chris bent down and opened his arms up for her to walk right into 

“What do you think Arlie baby? We gonna dress you up as a little duck?”

She giggled grasping his face with her little hands 

“Duckie!”

You smiled as she said her third favourite word besides the usual ‘dada’ and ‘momma’ which she used 24/7. She had the brightest smile on her face as Chris danced with her around the room, which let you realize just how much of a clone to her dad she was. You wanted to suggest additional costume ideas, but the reaction Chris had hearing your idea of a duckling, was too priceless not to agree.

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Chris remained focused as he looked at the sewing machine Lisa had placed on her dining room table, when he said he wanted to make it on his own, he really meant it, down to every last stitch and fabric he selected. Yellow and white molded together as his vision started to come true right before him 

“How’s it going in here?”

Lisa walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder to check on his progress, and to say he was proud of his work was an understatement 

“I think I finally got it done, what do you think?”

“It’s the cutest little costume I’ve ever seen, and it also looks like my sewing skills have passed on to you”

Chris laughed before holding up the costume and letting out a sigh of satisfaction

“It’s perfect!”

He tidied up his mess, packing the leftover fabric and helping his mom put away the sewing machine. Once he was finished, he gently packaged the costume and said his goodbyes to his mom, he placed the box on the passenger seat, excited to get home to his two favourite girls to show them what he made. You were in the living room sitting on the floor with Arlie when Chris walked in, the door closing behind him, Arlie heard the door close, and her little hands dropped the building blocks you two were playing with

“Dada!!”

Chris smiled as he entered the room 

“Hey little duck!”

He sat down beside her, pressing a few kisses to her head before leaning over and placing a kiss to your lips, after pulling away you noticed the box behind his back 

“What’s in the box handsome?”

“Open it and see…”

You felt some excitement as he passed you the neatly wrapped package, moving to untie the ribbon you then took the top off and let out a quiet gasp, looking up at him 

“Chris…where did you find this?!”

He laughed pulling it out and holding it up for you to get a better look at it 

“I made it sweet girl, well I had some help from my ma but yeah I made it”

Arlie giggled interrupting the two of you as she waddled over to look at what her daddy had in his hands, the soft fabric catching her attention 

“Let’s put this on you baby, see how it looks!”

Chris pulled Arlie into his lap and took off her chunky sweater, leaving her yellow leggings on before putting her into the costume, and zipping up the back of it, and placing her back on her feet

“Oh my god… this is the cutest little duck I’ve ever seen!”

You couldn’t help but pinch her cheeks softly, before she started to do her little waddle jog around the room and towards her toy corner 

“Chris, that-that costume is so perfect, I can’t believe you made that!” 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek as you both watched Arlie wander around, in all honesty you wanted to cry at just how precious your little girl was, and at the fact that your husband made this little costume by hand just for Arlie because he wanted too

“Momma duckie!”

You smiled towards Arlie as she pulled at the fabric a little, almost as if she knew what she was dressed up as, your heart soaring watching her blue eyes look at you with such genuine curiosity 

“Yeah baby, daddy made you a duckie costume!”

“Dada!”

You chuckled pulling her into you and blowing a few raspberries on her stomach as her laughter filled the space around the two of you

“Daddy designer to the rescue, you’re gonna be the cutest little duckling on the block!”

The saying if he wanted to, he would, now seeming to make more sense as you continued to admire Chris’s handiwork, you had never felt luckier as a mother and a wife to have Chris as your husband. He loved you and Arlie more than life itself and little moments like these, as simple as handmaking your daughters Halloween costume, reminded you of just how loved you both were.

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Waves

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: After a long few weeks, your anxiety had built up which only contributed to your lack of sleep, so when you try and get some much needed rest, your brain doesn’t help and sends you into a panic 

Warnings: anxiety, talks of mental health, insomnia, soft ending

A/N: I wrote this for my sweet bean @chrisevansdaughter I did change it a little since I usually don’t write Chris fics with a younger sibling, I tried to make it as comforting as possible so I hope this helps. I am always here to talk to anyone whenever you need, I want to provide a safe space for you to seek a friend or just some comfort! <3

Word Count: 849

The past few weeks had been absolute hell, from working piling up, your mental health taking a decline due to the cloudy grey days that January brought with it, you were exhausted, physically, and emotionally. You’d never had an easy time sleeping, but now it was even worse due to the constant battle your brain gave you every day, it’s almost comical how you hadn’t been able to catch a break for a while. I guess that’s why you opted to bury yourself in blankets on the couch in yours and Chris’s living room, calling off work for the next two weeks in an attempt to get a hold of yourself. 

The fire was on under the TV and a few reruns of your favourite show were on which helped to give you some level of comfort as your anxiety picked up. The more you watched he TV, and the warmer your body got, you felt yourself start to drift off. You desperately needed sleep, but having nightmares often followed the rest you begged for, so after fighting it for a little bit, you eventually fell asleep. 

All you could hear was constant screaming and loud noises as you looked around frantically, it was like you were paralyzed in your nightmare and couldn’t move. It must have been a few hours of sleep you’d managed to get before you shot up, gasping for air, a pair of hands finding your cheeks and holding you steady 

“Hey, hey, hey…breathe honey…it’s okay, I’m here”

“I-I..s-so loud”

Chris looked at you with concern as tears started to fall down your cheeks, his thumbs catching some of them as they fell 

“You’re okay, you’re safe…did you have another nightmare?”

You nodded your head, hands moving to hold his wrists almost as if to check if he was really right in front of you, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths, Chris sending gentle praise your way until you opened your eyes again to look at him

“It was the same one…I just wanted to s-sleep, and i’m so tired”

He nodded listening to you as you spoke 

“I even called off work for two weeks because they w-won’t give me a break, I just need a break Chris”

Chris could feel his heartbreak seeing his girl so exhausted, the sound of pure burnout evident in her voice, wishing he could snap his fingers and make everything better, so for now he opted to get up onto the couch and cuddle in beside you, bringing you to his chest and letting you lay your tired body against his

“Okay sweet girl, tell you what, the next two weeks we’re gonna spend some time just you and me, we’ll figure out how to help you sleep easier, maybe take a trip with Dodger up to the cabin for a few days to get away from the city? Whatever you need to feel better, I’ll support and help you in any way I can”

Before you could answer, Dodger had shown up obviously hearing his name, and took his place on the couch, opting to lay on your lap, the pressure helping to ease some of the anxiety you still felt 

“Hi bub…you heard your name huh?”

The pup looked at you with his big brown eyes as you rubbed a hand over the fur on his head, no doubt sensing your discomfort and wanting to help in any way he could 

“I like the sound of that…I think just spending time the three of us will help”

Chris pressed a few kisses to your temple while his arms tightened around you, adding another layer of safety for your mind that had now begun to quiet down 

“Alright, so you let me figure everything out, and I’ll take care of it all, we’re gonna get you feeling better in no time, I love you, I hope you know that, and I am so proud of you”

Blinking back another round of tears you lifted your head away from his chest to place a kiss on his lips

“I love you too, always, thanks for taking such good care of me…”

He smiled tucking you back against him and pulling the blankets up over your shoulder, Dodger moving to get more comfortable too

“I will always do whatever I can to help you feel your best, no matter what life throws at you, no matter how high the waves get, I will always be here to help you through it.”

For the first time in a few days, you were able to feel nothing but the calm and quiet your boys and home brought you. It was going to be a long road of getting you the support and help you needed, but Chris was going to be there every step of the way. He wouldn’t leave you stranded, and he sure as hell wouldn’t leave you to face these challenges alone. As long as he had you in his arms, he’d do his absolute best to keep you safe, and protected…and Dodger would too.

[chrisevansispapi]

Baby Daddy,huh?

Summary: reader congratulates chris on being the sexiest man alive

Warning: smut,breeding kink,daddy kink and a curse word

“Sexiest man alive,huh?” I straddled his lap as Chris nods proudly, “I am very proud of ya’ baby” I press a wet kiss on his lips, “Couldn’t have done it without your sexy ass pushing me to accept the offer” Chris mumbled into the kiss.

I felt his rock hard under me, I pull away from the kiss to breathe,I grind on him,getting a moan out of both of us.

Chris took off my night dress, “no bra? My good little housewife” I whimper as he started to fiddle with my tits, “Oh fuck” I cried,Chris lead my hips into grinding on him even more faster,I push a hungry kiss on his smiling lips.

“Take it off” I pull on the hem of his shirt, he helped me right away taking off his own shirt, “Oh Chris” I moaned onto his mouth as I felt my slick going through my thong, “so fucking wet” Chris slid his finger in my underwear collecting my wetness and pulling away to taste me.

“So fuckin’ delicious” he spoke, “Yeah?” I asked smiling,he nodded kissing me,

I slid off his shorts along with his boxers letting his cock spring free against my clothed clit,

Chris’ hand lowered to my underwear pushing it to the side, “give it to me,daddy” I plead, he aligned his tip to my hole, I slowly sunk down on his cock,feeling him in my guts, making me whimper like a cat.

Chris switched our positions laying me down on the bed and him hovering over me, “pmhh Chris” He thrusted into me and slowly pulling back and thrusted back into me aggressively,

Earning a moan from me, Chris pressed his lips onto mine,deepening the kiss by letting his tongue enter, he kept thrusting into me hitting me in the right places, “mhm Chris,yes! Right there!” As soon as I said that he kept abusing me g-spot , “Daddy oh,yes! Oh my god!” He pressed his forehead on mine, I started clenching on his cock.

“I’m about to cum” Chris whispered to me, “Please cum in me,give me your babies!” I cried, Chris and I came together and he pulled out of me,crashing beside me on the bed.

“Are you okay,honey?” Chris asked, “Yes,baby,just outta breath” I collect my breath, “Congrats again, my sexy baby daddy” I pushed a soft kiss on his lip, “Baby daddy,huh?” he chuckled.

[chrisevansonly]

Little Duck

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: There is a reason behind your husbands nickname for your daughter, I mean what can you say, he loves his little duck

Warnings: non, just pure fluffy dad Chris

A/N: I love dad Chris, I don't care what anyone says, this was purely self indulgent again, so enjoy! Also I used Arlie as a name again because I just love it<3

Word Count: 763

Now there were two reasons your husband Chris had come up with the nickname little duck for your newly turned two year old daughter Arlie, both of which were the cutest reasons in the world. When Arlie was born Lisa had given you and Chris this adorable fluffy yellow duckling stuffy that Arlie was attached too from the day she started being able to actually hold and recognize toys. Everywhere she went, that duckling stuffy went with her. The second reason was that she had just started walking more independently and when she walked, she walked like a duck, a little waddle Chris would call it, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen

“Come on little duck, let’s get you a snack”

Chris has called out to Arlie whose little feet started hitting the hardwood floor as quickly as her little legs would go, the sound echoing through to the den where you were curled up on the couch with a book

“daddy snack!”

You could hear her little voice call back which sometimes although you’d hate to admit it, made tears fill your eyes, she was just so damn precious

“Yeah princess, snack time”

Chris picked her up and put her in the highchair that rested just beside the island in the kitchen, placing a few options down on the tray table, some cheerios, strawberries, banana’s cucumber, and some of her favourite flavour of yogurt 

“There we go little duck, yummy snacks”

She clapped her little hands letting out a noise of excitement 

“’ank you daddy”

You were still working on some of the more complex words for her age, although she could say many things, her speech had been much slower to develop than some of her peers in daycare. Chris placed a kiss on her forehead 

“You’re welcome baby” 

Arlie began to pick at certain things eating quietly until she seemed to realize something was missing, she had forgotten her yellow duck over by you in the den, which luckily, you’d started to walk over with 

“Ducky?”

Chris chuckled looking towards you as you appeared beside Arlie and placed a kiss on her cheek

“You looking for ducky baby?’

Arlie nodded before stuffing a strawberry slice into her mouth, you watched until she was finished chewing before pulling the yellow stuffy out from behind your back, Arlie’s face breaking out into a massive smile before giggling and reaching for it 

“We can’t eat with ducky though okay baby? I’m going to put him in front of you and he can wait until your full” 

Arlie pouted for a few moments before getting distracted in some yogurt she had spilled which allowed Chris some time to place a soft kiss to your lips as he tugged you into his side 

“She’s growing up so fast, it’s making me sad”

You laughed rubbing your hand along Chris’s back gently, Arlie was only two now and you both hadn’t discussed another baby yet, but it wasn’t off the table 

“You know two isn’t that old honey”

“Well, I know…but”

You leaned further into him reading his mind almost before saying 

“You miss when she was itty bitty huh?”

He nodded letting out a little sigh before jumping in to clean off Arlie’s yogurt covered face, placing her down onto the floor and handing her ducky 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you’re getting at…”

Chris paused and turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up 

“Really? You mean that?”

You nodded your head 

“I think it’s time little duck over here had a sibling”

As if knowing you were talking about her Arlie began walking towards you, that cute little waddle that both you and Chris adored highlighted as she bounded towards you 

“Ducky ducky!”

You laughed reaching down to pick her up and toss her in the air a little, filling the room with her tiny laughter, kisses being placed across her chubby cheeks when she came down. Moments like these always stopped Chris’s heart a little bit because it was all he’d ever wished for, for as long as he could remember. So, when he watched his wife and their beautiful little girl laugh and play around in their home, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like with another little one running around 

“You are just the cutest little duck aren’t you, daddy thinks so too”

Chris smiled pulling you both in for a hug before leaning down and covering the two of you in kisses 

“The cutest little duck indeed.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey there..thank you for writing my previous ask

Here i am again🙈🙈

Can you do a husband andy x pregnant wife smut!

Just her round belly making him feral trope

Thanks❤️

hi! of course, thank you for sending these requests in! sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

warning - smut, swearing, creampie, sex while pregnant, breeding kink.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine.

“Fuck, baby girl! You feel so fucking good! Look so fucking beautiful, round with my baby!” Andy thrusts deep inside you, growling when he feels you clench around his throbbing member. His eyes connect with your dazed ones through the mirror, slowly trailing down to stare at the bump you both created. His large hands come around, gently cradling it as he pounds into you from behind. “So– beautiful and mine, isn’t that right?”

You nod your head lazily, eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. “Y–yes, all yours, daddy.” Walls pulsating around your husband’s vast cock. “Wanna be round with your babies all the time!” Andy’s hips stutter at your words. He rests his chin on your shoulder, taking in your sweet scent as his hips move faster.

“Yeah, baby girl? You wanna be full and round with my babies all the time? I can do that.” Andy growls, nipping your neck, leaving marks. His eyes were still glued to your bump, “my god, you’re so fucking gorgeous. My little goddess.” Andy’s head lolls, his eyes close, and his body explodes in complete bliss. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around him as you cum, sets him off. 

Andy groans, cock twitching as he pumps you full, wishing it would add an extra baby. Carefully, he pulls out and heads into the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth before walking back over to you and cleaning you up. “There you go, baby girl. Are you feeling okay?” He stands in front of you, cupping your face in his hands as he stares deep into your eyes.

You nod, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion catches up to you. “I’m okay” A yawn falls from your lips. “Just tired, thank you, daddy.” You nuzzle your face into his hands, feeling content with your life, and you can’t wait for this baby to come out because then you and Andy can start on another. 

Andy smiles, picking you up gently as he carries you over to the bed. Lying down alongside you, holding your body close to him. “I love you, baby girl.” His hand strokes the growing bump, warmth filling him at the reminder that you are carrying a piece of him. 

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[anyas-stuff]

Mine

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut! public sex, rubbing, overstimulation, swearing

Summary: You and Chris go out to eat and you meet an old friend, but Chris isn’t too happy and things get out of control.

A/N: Another Evans fic because there can never be too many.

You glare at the time on your phone and groan, “We’ve been waiting fifteen minutes and not one person has asked us what we’d like to drink”

Chris laughs, “It’s alright, I’m sure someone will show up soon”

Sighing, you tap at the table with your nails and stare at your boyfriend. He had randomly decided to take you out to eat at this new restaurant that opened about a week ago. Though, you didn’t think there’d be this much people.

You were almost ready to leave but a waiter finally shows up. “Sorry for the wait, place is packed today. What would you like to drink?”

You put on your best fake smile and clear your throat, “Yeah I’ll have—“

“Wait, am I crazy or?” the waiter says pointing at you.

You at look him a bit confused before it clicked, “Oh crap! Josh?”

His eyes widened and his face was then painted with a huge grin, “Hey! Wow I knew I recognized you”

“Woah, it’s been way too long” you say smiling back.

Chris looks at the both of you in pure confusion. He didn’t know about your best friend you hadn’t seen since high school. It was honestly surprising you had met Josh here of all places, with him serving you.

“Sorry—am I missing something?” Chris speaks up with his brows furrowed, sounding a bit annoyed.

“Oh yeah, hi! Sorry to bother but me and her go way back” Josh answered, placing his hand on your shoulder.

Chris looked at his hand then at him with distaste but quickly hid it with a firm smile, “Oh is that so? Well I’d like a sprite, Thanks”

“Shit sorry! Okay a sprite and…” he looks at you but before you get to say anything Chris answers for you.

“She’ll also take a sprite”

“Great, I’ll go get you those real quick. Oh! and we should really catch up some time” he says to you before walking away.

You and Chris were then left alone, both looking at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity. “So?” Chris says leaning back, “Who was that?”

You break eye contact and answer, feeling as if you did something wrong. “That was just Josh, an old friend”

“A friend?”

“Yes, a friend”

“Oh well that’s nice, didn’t know friends were so…touchy”

“Touchy? What are you talking about—“

You close you mouth tight when you felt the pressure of a foot against your cunt. He had taken off his shoe without you noticing.

Thing is, you had decided to go out in a dress today, a pretty black one you had saved for just the right occasion. Though, because of how skintight it was, you decided not to wear any panties. Now here Chris was, taking advantage of that.

You stifle a moan as he moved his foot up and down, surely ruining his socks with your slick. You angrily whispered, “Just what are you doing?”

Chris doesn’t say anything. He just glares at you and continues the motions, sometimes even trying to take a poke at your entrance.

You face twists and you lay your head down on the table, hoping he’ll stop teasing you. “So you and him were close?” he says applying more pressure. “It was a long time ago” you managed to croak out, “I hadn’t seen him in forever”

“Look at me”

You lift your head up, still struggling to not make any indecent sounds. You stare into his blue eyes, which now seem a bit darker. However, before either of you can say anything, Josh disrupts you with the placement of your drinks.

Your heart then starts pounding outside of your chest.

“Here you guys go, would you like to order?” he asks taking his pen and notepad out.

Chris looks at you for you to answer. You try your best to keep your composure, “Yeah we’ll just um—“ Chris brushes his heel against your clit and you cough, trying your best to cover the moan you almost made. And as quickly as possible you finish answering Josh, “We’ll order in a bit thank you”

He clicked his pen and put his notepad away, “Oh alright then, I’ll check in a bit then” he smiles then disappears and you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding.

“God, Chris please stop” you look at him practically pouting. He raises a brow and looked at you as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. “Don’t act dumb! If you’re gonna do something like this, do it properly” you whisper yelled. That’s when you felt his foot stop moving, and you were finally relieved.

That was until he stood up, put his shoe back on, and dragged you across the restaurant all the way into the family bathroom.

He slammed the bathroom door shut and pushed you against the wall, stepping back. “Do it properly you say” he scoffed, sliding off his belt and shoving down his pants and boxers “Alright then”

Your face heats up as you feel yourself dripping. Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have said all that.

He shoves your dress up, exposing your lower half and picks you up against the wall. Lining up the tip of his cock to your already soaked cunt, you gasp.

“You’re mine, remember that” he says staring hard into your eyes.

“Yes, of course” you tell him, gripping onto his shoulders.

That’s when he eases his whole length into you, no matter how many times you did it, it stung a bit every single time. You didn’t mind though, if anything you liked it. You close your eyes and moan, wrapping your legs around his waist even tighter. His fingers were buried deep into your hips as he starts moving.

“Fuck, you feel so good” he groans.

You tangle your hands into his hair and let him leave marks all you, not thinking about how you’re gonna cover them up afterwards.

He starts picking up his pace, now being able to hear the sound of skin slapping. “Shit, just like that” you moan, tugging at his hair. The strings of your dress soon fell, exposing your bare breasts and he takes the opportunity to suck on your already hard nipples.

He thrusts into you faster and deeper while making you bounce up and down his cock with his hands.

“Only mine princess, only mine” he says in between groans. You feel your walls flutter at the words and he curses. Chris never failed to make you feel good, in every way possible.

You can feel your orgasm beginning to close in and you press your lips into his, sliding in your tongue. He moans into it and his thrusts soon turn sloppy. You wrap both of your arms around his neck and cry out, “I’m gonna cum Chris, fuck!”

“Cum for me then baby” he breathes out.

You squeeze around his length as you let yourself finish. He never stopped, trying to catch his release as well. You feel yourself start to tear up at the overstimulation, your legs already wobbly.

“Shit, I’m gonna fill you up”

With a couple more hard thrusts, he stops and releases his warm liquid into you. You whimper as he slips out of you and slowly helps you plant your feet onto the ground.

You both are out of breath and sit in silence for a minute. You tug down your dress and fix your straps while he tugs on his pants. Now you’re both faced with the problems of what you just did. Not only is your lower half a mess but so are the marks all over your neck and chest. You and Chris look at each other in worry for a quick second before you both burst into laughter.

He grabs your hand and quickly rushes you out of the restaurant, both of you still in a giggling fit.

[alisonsfics]

new year’s eve

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: you and chris are the only single people in your friend group, so find a new way to ring in the new year

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, car sex, dirty talk, swearing, handjobs, fingering, minors DNI

You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram as you did your makeup. You were currently at your best friend Chris’ apartment. You both were getting ready for a New Years Eve party being hosted by a mutual friend of yours. You both had planned to get ready at Chris’ apartment and then ride over together.

“Oh, I swear to God,” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your phone. Chris, who was in his connecting bedroom getting ready, perked up at the sound of your complaint. “You alright?” He asked, walking into the doorway.

You turned your phone to show him the screen and rolled your eyes. “Ringing in the new year with the love of my life,” you read the caption of the photo in a mocking tone. Chris began to chuckle, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “If I see another one of these sappy posts, I’m gonna throw my phone across the room” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

Chris slowly walked over to you and took your phone out of your hand. He set it down on the counter and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being single, I promise you aren’t missing out on anything.” He said, trying to comfort you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. You let out a sigh while hugging him back.

“I just hate seeing all the couples rubbing it in during the holidays.” You explained to him. He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from. He pulled out of the hug and gave you a soft smile. “I get it, the holidays are a horrible time to be single.” He agreed.

The two of you were the only single ones left in your giant friend group, which made holiday parties with them that much more difficult. In truth, neither you nor Chris hated any couple, in fact, you were both hopeless romantics. However, being surrounded my love when you were alone was less than ideal.

Chris walked back into his room to finish getting ready, and you finished up your makeup.

“You ready?” Chris asked, appearing in the doorway again. You nodded your head, while faking a smile. “Am I the only one kinda dreading tonight? I mean I love our friends, I just can’t handle the looks of pity when I have no one to kiss at midnight.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He ran his hand up and down your arm, comforting you. “No, I’ve been worrying about it too. Awkwardly standing in the room while all our friends get to kiss their significant others really sucks.” He agreed.

Then, a crazy idea popped into your head. “What if we didn’t go tonight?” You suggested. Chris tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “What did you have in mind instead? Chill movie night at home?” He asked.

You shook your head. “What if we drive up to that overlook and watch all the fireworks go off at midnight? We still get to enjoy the festivities without the all the clingy couples” you explained.

“You are a genius.” He said, grabbing your hand in his. Your idea sounded perfect to Chris. He got to hang out with the only person he cared about hanging out with and ring in the new year.

He grabbed his keys while you found some snacks for you both to enjoy, and then you both hopped in the car. “I have to say, this is already shaping up to be a better night than going to that party.” Chris said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

You could feel the excitement in the car as you both drove away from the city and all the people. You both finally made it to the overlook, and you were in a nice secluded area with no people around.

“It’s going to be so pretty when the fireworks go off.” You said, getting giddy. Chris smiled while looking over at how excited you were.

“To ringing in the new year with the love of my life.” Chris teased, holding up a beer bottle to cheers against your own. You giggled at his joke and clinked your glasses together. You both took a sip from your bottles and realized you had about thirty minutes until midnight.

You opened up the sunroof of the car and then leaned back to look at the stars. “It’s so pretty out here, I can’t believe I don’t spend all my time here.” You said, admiring the view. Chris leaned his seat back to join you in your stargazing.

“So you have any resolutions?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking over at Chris. You could tell he was thinking about your question when a smirk popped onto his face. “Maybe get a girlfriend, so I can attend a New Years Eve party and have someone to kiss at midnight.” He said, half joking.

Your jaw dropped and you playfully hit his arm. “You are not leaving me in the singles club all by myself.” You said, pretending to be offended. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned over to plant a kiss on your head as an apology. “I’m sorry, my resolution also includes you getting a boyfriend, it should be easier for you than it is for me.” He told you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, curiously. He almost panicked, realizing he didn’t say the last part in his head. He shrugged and looked over at you. “I don’t know, we both know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure there is a nice guy who would love to date you.” He explained.

You let out a giggle and took a sip of your drink. “See the problem is only the gross guys let you know they’re interested. The creepy guys who yell at you on the street, I have a long list of those, but no actually good guys.” You told him.

He nodded, remembering all the stories of creepy guys you had gone on first dates with. “I have a good feeling about this year, you’ll find one. For all you know, one is a lot closer than you think.” He told you confidently.

You both realized the meaning of what he said. The two of you froze as you locked eyes and thought about what he mistakenly had confessed.

You had a brief surge of confidence, so you set down your beer, cupped Chris’ face, and kissed him the way you had always wanted to. He was shocked by the kiss, but quickly slid his arms around your waist.

His beard lightly scratched against your face, causing you to giggle against the kiss. Chris’ tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed contently, loving the way his lips moved against yours.

You moved your hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath. Chris used the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, softly sucking on your skin. “Oh, Chris,” you mumbled.

“You look so gorgeous tonight” Chris said, eyeing you up and down. You were now glad you both had still gotten dressed up for the party because you got to make out with Chris while he was dressed up.

His tattoos peaked through his button up shirt. You undid the top three buttons of his shirt, then ran your fingers over his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve seen them before, but they make you look so fucking good. It’s not fair.” You told him. He smirked and pulled you back into a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.

A whimper escaped your lips as Chris nipped at your bottom lip. He groaned and bucked his hips up when he heard the sound. He tugged at your waist, trying to get you closer to him.

“Oh, fuck it” he said, pulling you over the console to sit on his lap. You pushed your hips against his as you ran your hands over his bare chest. Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons for you.

You leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his chest. Chris threw his head back and let out a low moan. “You look so good, sweetheart.” He groaned. He grabbed at your ass, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your dress.

He bucked his hips up against yours. “I need you so bad,” he told you. You slid your hands down his chest and palmed him lightly. A low groan left his lips. You kept palming him and listened to the curses that left his mouth.

“Please stop teasin’ me,” he begged you. You grabbed his belt buckle and undid it carefully. Before you could do anything else, Chris pulled you back into a kiss. His hands snuck down the end of your long dress and started to pull your dress up to your waist.

He got your dress balled up around your waist, and slipped his hand under your dress. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he said, swiping his fingers across the outside of your panties. You whined and pushed your hips closer to his hand.

He slipped his fingers into your panties and slid two fingers into you. “Ohhh, Chris yes,” you mumbled, earning a smirk from Chris. He sped up the pace of his fingers and got a few more sweet moans from you.

“I need you, Chris,” you said, as your eyes fluttered closed. You didn’t notice but he had a smug look on his face. “Need me where, sweetheart?” He teased you.

Your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of you. “Huh? What was that?” He asked you, knowing how good he was making you feel.

“Inside me. C’mon just fuck me, Chris,” you begged him, growing impatient. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard you literally beg for his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.

You pushed his pants down enough to have access to his boxers. Chris tugged his boxers down a little and his cock slapped against his chest. You whined at the sight.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” Chris said, sliding your panties to the side and lining himself up. Your stomach did flips as you waited in anticipation.

Chris slowly pushed his length into your folds. Moans fell from both of your lips. “Can I move, sweetheart?” Chris groaned, hoping your answer was a yes. You quickly nodded your head.

He gripped your hips and lifted you up and then back down onto his cock. “Oh, faster please,” you moaned out. Chris was in no position to deny you that wish. He snapped his hips against yours at a quick pace.

“You feel so good, oh fuck, baby,” Chris said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The sounds of both of your moans bounced off the walls of his car. The windows were fogged up due to the hot air.

Your sweaty bodies slapped against each other. Both of you were lost in your bliss. “Oh, you’re perfect,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He slipped one hand between your thighs and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh, ohhhhh,” you screamed out. You could tell Chris’ thrusts were faltering. “I’m gettin’ really close, sweetheart,” Chris told you.

“Me too,” you mumbled in between breaths. You both sped up your pace, desperately chasing your highs. You both were panting and thrusting your hips erratically.

You could feel the coil in your stomach form and start to tighten. “Oh, Chris I’m gonna—” you moaned as you came undone.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum too, sweetheart,” Chris moaned as he came inside of you. You collapsed against his chest breathless.

Then, fireworks started erupting behind both of you. “Happy new year,” you said, sweetly and leaned in to kiss Chris softly. “Happy new year to you too,” he said, kissing you back.

Then you both turned to look at the fireworks. “I can’t see a thing,” Chris said, referencing the foggy windows.

“Having sex in your car will have that effect,” you said, giggling. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “No no no, having really amazing car sex with have that effect,” he said, smiling.

You nodded your head and agreed with him. “Yeah, it was pretty phenomenal,” you said.

You both got yourselves cleaned up and then got out of the car to watch the fireworks. You both sat on Chris’ car’s hood and looked at all the fireworks erupting over the sky. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.

“I have to say, this is my best New Years to date.” You told him, honestly. He smiled down at you. “I’m am so glad we didn’t go to that silly party. This was way better,” he said, kissing your temple.

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Make me a daddy

pairing: Teacher!Chris x Single!Busty!Mom!Reader

summary: One parent’s meeting turns into a raging breeding session, as Y/n meets her son’s teacher for the first time, making him a daddy is first priority Smut‼️ (requested by anon)

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“Welcome Mrs.Y/l/n, i’m Mr Evans, Leon’s first grade teacher” Chris smirked his eyes clearly trained on the young mother’s exposed cleavage, her top doing nothing to hide her large tits, a shy smile on her face. “Oh yes, u-uh Leon’s told me all about you sir” Y/n smiled back, noticing his eyes on her chest.

“So I understand you had him quite young, at 21, so that would make you 27?” Chris asked standing up, his hands closing the curtains on the opposite side. “Yup, that’s me, haha” Y/n laughed awkwardly shrugging back her shoulders as Chris walked behind her, his hand dragging across her shoulders.

“If you don’t mind me asking, his father?”

“Not in the picture sir” She said shortly, listening to Chris stand behind her, his hands on both her shoulders. “Thank God, because Leon has told me about his momma’s little crush ‘my mommy thinks your handsome Mr. Evans, maybe you can be my dad?’ “

Chris said referencing the young six year old boy, who clearly still couldn’t process the fact that he had a single mother, single for now anyway.

“Oh gosh, Mr Evans i’m so sorry, I’ll talk to him about that, don’t worry-“

“No. Honey you don’t need to worry” Chris whispered bending down, his fingers coming around her frame to unbutton her shirt, her maternity bra still on despite having stopped breastfeeding years ago. Nothing else was able to hold her heavy tits for her. “Would you look at that? i’ve always dreamed of sucking these gorgeous tits, can I do that for you honey?” Chris asked kissing below her ear, his nose nuzzling against her cheek as she nodded.

Unclipping the front clip, Chris fondled the two globes of flesh hungrily, slapping them together to make the lewdest sounds. “Stand up for me baby, stand up for your man” Chris taunted pulling her up the arms and setting her onto his desk, fully pulling her shirt open, her grey pencil skirt bunched up to her hips.

“W-wait what if Leon finds out?” Y/n panicked holding onto his hand which was already pulling her underwear down her thighs, “It’s okay baby, just enjoy yourself” His fingers kneading her tits roughly, putting her two nipples together just so he could suck them both at once. “F-fuck Chris, feels so good, they’re so tense”

“No shit baby look how fuckin’ big these girls are, n’ they’re all for me now. It’s sir to you” He grumbled continuing to play with her tits, Y/n’s thighs now hugging his waist to bring him closer, her wet naked pussy pushing against his black jeans. “Not fair” Y/n pouted pulling at his buttons, his zipper not coming off as easily as she wished.

Pushing down his bottoms and briefs, his large hardened cock sprung out against his stomach, the mere sight of it making Y/n’s mouth water. “Gonna make me a daddy huh Y/n? We gonna give Leon a baby brother?” Chris smirked slowly pushing in the tip, Y/n’s face turning into an ‘O’

“Fuck you’re so hot baby, tits bouncing everywhere, a big fuckin milf that’s what you are” Thrusting in deeply and slowly, her hands held onto the collar of his cream coloured sweater, her mouth agape with each thrust hitting her G-spot. “M-mhm feel so good, a-another baby? really?”

“Of course momma, we can make our own perfect family, keep ya knocked up, all round full of me” Chris mocked pouting at her cute face, before spitting, missing her mouth by a few centimetres, his fingers filthily rubbing his spit into her mouth and face. “My filthy baby momma, how about that? Make these tits even bigger with milk, make me a daddy”

“Sir that sounds so dirty, you’re makin me your dirty girl” Y/n moaned, her head against Chris’ chest as his fingers gripped onto her ass cheeks, his fingers prodding at her puckered backdoor. “W-wait no one’s ever-“

“Shh baby it’s okay, you trust daddy right? I only want what’s best for you and our baby” Chris taunted slowly pushing his finger in, his mouth landing on hers, their teeth clashing in a sloppy spit-filled kiss. Y/n’s ass and pussy clenching around him at once as his other hand teased her hard nipple, flicking it and pinching it as if he was trying to get milk.

“Mhm, daddy, baby, milk” Y/n smiled sleepily, random words of Chris’ spilling from her mouth, clearly dumbed out from his cock. “You’re so damn gorgeous, how’d anyone let you go, you sexy bitch, gonna take care of you like any man shoulda”

“R-really? L-like a happy family?” Y/n asked, her eyes meeting his, fireworks going off inside her as she felt his heavy balls slapping her pussy, his mouth spitting onto where his cock went into her pussy. “Yes baby course, get married, the whole dream”

“Look baby watch me get you pregnant, get you full of me, watch you waddle around town makin’ sure everyone knows you’re mine. You like that huh?” Chris spewed starting to feel his cock twitch inside her pussy, feeling her hand start to fondle his balls seductively as if she’d done it before. “You gonna watch me swell up? Suck on my tits when they’re too full? Is that what you wanna do, sir?” She replied smirking dopily.

“Fuck baby yes, wanna knock you up, make the perfect mix of you n’ me; gives me all the more reason to cum inside this gorgeous pussy”

“Go ahead daddy, cum in my pussy, make us a family of four” Y/n said taking his hand and rubbing it all over her stomach, his fingers tracing over her stretch marks which were also littered over her round breasts, making her all the more sexy to him.

“You got it babe, let me give you a kiss while I pump you full of me”

Sticking his tongue out, her licked into her mouth, tasting her strawberry lip-balm. Their lips clamped onto each other’s as her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him flush against her, his thrusts growing more erratic and crazy, their tongues mingling as he came inside her. Painting her walls white as he rocked slowly against her, her tits in his hands as they broke away from the kiss.

“Let’s go tell Leon the good news shall we? Or is that a bit quick” Chris smirked still being inside her, his thumb caressing the bottom of her stomach gently, a kiss being placed to the corner of his mouth

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Ice Pop Baby

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

summary: Being pregnant in summer sucks, but being pregnant in summer with Chris Evans, doesn’t suck as much

Just a small something until new years♥️

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“Baby you’re so warm n’ soft, love you” Chris whispered hugging onto the back of Y/n, one of his hands protectively holding onto her 7 month pregnancy bump. “Stop it Chrissy, it’s too warm” Y/n whined slightly shrugging his arms off her naked body, the summer heat starting to get to her.

“What so you don’t love me back then?” Chris teased lifting his head up to peek over his lover’s shoulder, his hand softly rubbing over her stomach and up her chest to her jaw. His fingers then turned her face to his, where their lips met in a passionate kiss, his tongue swiping over her lips and into her wet mouth.

“M’ just with you for the money, clearly” Y/n motioned to her stomach jokingly as they broke away from the kiss, Chris’ hand swiping the string of saliva connecting both of their swollen lips. “Uh huh yeah I shoulda known” Chris teased finally sitting up, the comforter falling to his lap as Y/n turned and placed her head onto his shoulder.

“No but really, I love you so much, and this lil life we made together” Y/n beamed tucking the comforter beneath her stomach, placing both of her hands on it, both of them watching as an outline of a foot emerged at the surface. “I love you too sweets, and our little jellybean” Chris smiled bending down to kiss her stomach, resulting in him getting a few unwanted kicks to the face.

“Ya wanna get me an ice pop, daddy” Y/n smirked rubbing on Chris’ thigh acting innocent, her face pulled into a wide grin. “Ugh you know I can’t resist your gorgeous face” Chris groaned kissing her lips quickly before sliding out of bed, his nude form exiting the room before heading to the kitchen.

“Your daddy loves us so much baby boo, i’ll tell how you met when you’re older. It’s not very age appropriate per say” Y/n whispered, her head turning once she saw Chris arrive back in with the ice pop already in his mouth; this pregnant lady did not like to share

“Chrisssyyy, that’s my ice pop you dick” Y/n pouted shimmying back under the covers and turning away from Chris. “Baby who says we can’t share? We share everything remember?” Chris bent down and kissed Y/n sloppily, letting her taste the ice pop through his tongue, her whimpers being silenced by him as she felt the ice pop star to drip onto her chest.

“Oops sorry momma, gotta clean ya up” He winked bending down, licking up her tit and over her now hardened nipple, dragging his tongue up her throat and back into her mouth. “You’re so dirty Chris” Y/n moaned watching her husband drip the treat all over her body in multiple places, relieving her from the heat.

“Just for you baby, jus for you”

“But now i’m all sticky and hot” Y/n whined, “Don’t worry babe, i’ll be sticky too and it’ll cancel out” Chris smirked giving her another big lick

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Betrayal

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: It must have all been too good to be true, it must have been a joke to him, because you don’t hurt someone the way he did. You don’t betray the woman you love this way, and yet in some sick and twisted way, he did, and that was the end of your happily ever after

Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Swearing, No happy ending

A/N: I love angst but hate no happy endings, which is funny cause here’s a fic with no happy ending LMFAO I hope you guys enjoy this and the next few fics I get out tonight, so here we go, a lil short but I tend not to write long fics…yet….

Word Count: 775

It was quite comical in this moment, the thought that giving your all in a relationship for 4 years would be enough, that putting all your love into this one person would keep infidelity and lies away. You shared a home, laughter, memories that all of a sudden crumbled into pieces like the lamp you’d thrown across the room moments ago, as nothing but rage blinded you. You stared at Chris as he looked back at you, his eyes red and tired, and in other circumstances you would have probably given a shit, but right now, you hated his guts

“I don’t know why you’ve taken me to be a fucking idiot, but to say I’m surprised right now, is the understatement of the century.” 

He nodded taking one step closer 

“You’re not an idiot ba-“

“Do not fucking call me that, you lost that right when you slept with another woman.” 

You scoffed shaking your head incredulously at the seemingly pure disregard to the severity of the situation on Chris’s part. The man you’d moved across the country for not the man you thought he was at all

“Did you even stop and think of me at all? Of the girlfriend you had a home? The woman who moved across the god damn fucking country for you Christopher?!”

Your voice resonated off the living room walls, blood boiling, eyes seeing red, you were fed up with him and this bullshit of a relationship you had formed and when he didn’t answer you, the anger seemed to die down just enough for you to feel the hurt and sadness climbing up your throat

“I left my family, my job, my friends, I left everything behind because I loved you and wanted to be with you and you can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me if you even thought about me before fucking her.”

He looked down, running his hands along his face while letting out a sigh 

“I don’t know what I was thinking okay. I fucked up, I messed up and I know I can’t take it back, but I cannot lose you, I can fix this, I can work on things, I can do whatever you want.”

You laughed tears lining your eyes 

“I want you to go to hell, and never contact me again. I’m leaving now, and lucky for you, I’m already packed. So, I hope she was worth it to you, I don’t have time to be with a man who’s still in his frat boy days and can’t settle down. You can have a midlife crisis alone, you can say you want something serious with someone else because we both know you don’t, instead of being a man and letting me know, you decided to destroy me to have what you really want in life Chris, and that’s a simple no strings attached hook up.”

You turned grabbing your purse and keys, taking off his house key and the extra key to Lisa’s, placing them down on the table in the hallway, sniffling quietly as you attempted to hold the waterworks back

“Don’t contact me, don’t follow me, we are done, I will never give you another chance, I hate you with everything in me Chris, I can’t believe I wasted 4 years of my life for this bullshit. I hope you’re happy.” 

Without letting him say another word you opened the front door and walked out, slamming it behind you and making a beeline to your car. Throwing everything in the passenger seat when you got in, you didn’t allow yourself to cry until you pulled out of the driveway. The house you used to love, the house you dreamed of having little kids running around fading into the distance as you hightailed it to the freeway. Four years of nothing but love and support only to end in a pain you couldn’t even describe, the pain of friends being right in saying he’d break your heart. What celebrity would ever stay with you long term, especially one with a track record of sleezy hookups despite wanting something ‘real’ and ‘meaningful’ what a fucking joke. Unfortunately for him, you’d never let him walk all over you, you’d never forgive him, he was dead to you, all you needed to do now was get the hell out of Boston and start over. You knew it would hurt for a while, and even through the tears spilling down your face, you knew brighter days would come for you, even if it did rain for a little while, you would get through this, one step at a time. 

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Daddy's Girl

Dad!Chris Evans x WifeReader

Summary: Even at 4 months old your sweet baby girl is so enamoured and in love with her dad, just like she is for him. His entire world in his arms whenever he has the chance, getting to see your husband be a father is one of the best gifts you’ve ever received

Warnings: None! Tooth rotting fluff, Dad!Chris because we love that, yeah it's just a whole comfort fic let's be honest

A/N: My last fic made me lowkey mad so I decided to rectify that with a sweet, self indulgent dad chris fic because thinking of him being a dad just makes my heart so happy, and yeah. It did make me slightly sad because I wish I had a dad like this, and growing up with abuse happening to me from the ages of 4 to 23, I truthfully don’t know what love like this feels like, but I hope I captured it to some extent

Word Count: 912

Sweet little Arlie Jane Evans came into your lives four months ago and ever since that day has brought nothing but smiles and endless love to your home. She was the light of your lives, and the absolute apple of her father’s eye, Chris would do anything in the world for his baby girl, just like he would for you. The day you gave birth to the four pound three ounce bundle of joy, Chris was beside himself, his usually calm composer replaced by tears of happiness as he held onto you, thanking you repeatedly for giving him the gift of a daughter. Seeing him as a father was an absolute dream come true, just like watching them right now as Arlie lay in her little plastic bathtub that rested in the sink. Warm water falling gently from a plastic cup Chris held in his hand, onto her soft little chubby belly, a gummy smile on her face as her blue eyes searched around the room”

you love bath time don’t you little bird..just like your momma”

Standing in the entrance of the kitchen to let them have their space, you couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that spread throughout you, the sight before your eyes enough to bring tears to your eyes, but you held them back 

“My Arlie girl, you have no idea just how special you are to us yet, someday you will princess, I’ll make sure to tell you every day about how much we love you, every hour if you want” 

You smiled watching him rub his thumb along her tiny cheek before kissing her forehead gently. After watching for a few more minutes, you grabbed her fluffy bear towel and walked over, placing a hand on his back so you wouldn’t startle him, Arlie’s eyes lighting up when she realized you were there 

“Who’s that baby huh? That momma bringing us a nice fluffy towel? Yeah, she’s gonna bundle you up really good” 

You leaned into his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your head before you lay the towel against your shoulder and lifted your little girl up and into your arms, the brown fabric of the towel engulfing her tiny body as she rested against you, head laying on your collarbone

“Sweet angel, did you have a good bath with daddy? You smell all nice and clean”

You rubbed a hand on her back softly on the way over to the couch where you had a sleeper waiting for her, a pout on her face when the cold air hit her, causing you to coo at her to try and distract her 

“I know honey, I know it’s cold, one second baby…”

You put her in her sleeper as gently but quickly as possible because she started to squirm and the room filled with little cries, that thankfully did not turn into louder sobs, you hated when that happened, your heart tightening listening to her crying, you wanted to make sure she had whatever she needed to keep her happy and healthy. Once she was zipped up you picked her up and cradled her to you, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch, her eyes beginning to close as you pulled a blanket up and over the two of you. Smiling down at her you barely registered Chris walking into the room with a cup of tea for you and some snacks, pausing to admire the two of you cuddled up 

“I will never get over the sight of my girls bundled up on the couch, I could frame this moment”

You blushed patting the spot beside you, lifting the blanket to let him slide under and over to you, turning your back to lean against him so he could wrap his arms around you. Moments like these since Arlie was born being the focal point of each and every day no matter good or bad, your little family was everything and more 

“I love you, thank you for taking such good care of us my love”

You tilted your head back enough to connect your lips to Chris’s before settling back against his shoulder blade 

“I will always do everything in my power to keep you two safe, healthy, and happy, I love you so much angel, there are no words to describe how thankful I am for you, and for our daughter. You allowing me to be a father and a parent with you, is something I will cherish for the rest of my life.”

At his words you felt the emotion bubble in your throat, Chris has always had a way with words when it came to you but seeing him be a father in action each and every day only solidified just how much he cared for and loved you and Arlie. You two were the luckiest girls on the planet just as he’d say he’s the luckiest man on the planet. Chris as a dad was something you’d both talked about in the 6 years you were together before she came along, and as you both snuggled up on the couch, all those conversations and wishes of a family you both talked of, had come full circle. You had your own version of the picture perfect family, and in this quiet moment as the fire crackled softly, and an old movie played in the background, you had found your happiness, and you had found your home.

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Laughing Shoot

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 118

Parings/Characters: Chris Evans x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: fluff,    

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Chris laughed as he sat on the steps. You were doing random shit to make him laugh as you took his pictures. Working with your boyfriend had its perks.  

“(Y/N)” he gasped between laughs.

“Yes Chris?” you giggled, snapping more photos. 

“Can’t breathe!” He slapped his leg.  

“Alright I suppose I can tone it down.” you chuckled and let him take a rest. You’d gotten plenty of good photos from this shoot. 

Once he’d calmed down you got ready to move onto another part of the shoot. As you gathered things up you felt arms around your waist.

“Hey beautiful.” he kissed your cheek.

“Hey handsome.” you giggled.

“Thanks for making today awesome.”

“Anytime baby.” you smiled.

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Wake up call...

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: There’s a special wake-up call for your husband Chris every morning which he loves.

Warnings: Steamy but not smut. It’s short as I’m writing this in a wedding ceremony lol.

Note: English is my first language.

Chris opened one eye when he felt small hands smothering his face, the first thing he saw was his two-year-old on his back hitting him on his face, then he felt someone’s tongue on his cheek, licking him making him giggle at the sight of Dodger.

He carefully pulled the toddler from his back and turned around making his son sit on his stomach. ‘Daddy’ Caleb hugged his dad, kissing him on the lips. ‘Well, good morning’ he said in his groggy, sexy morning voice. He looked at the side of the bed seeing his wife there, smiling at the sight of the three most important people in her life. 

Dodger then made his way toward Chris’ chest and laid his head there. Chris hummed with satisfaction and kissed Dodger on his head, scratching him on the back.

Chris picked up Caleb and made him sit on the bed, then he got up letting Dodger go towards Caleb to play with him. Your husband pulled you softly by your arm towards him, resulting in your chest coming in contact with his front. 

‘I love this wake-up call’ he took a strand of your hair in his hands and twirled it while looking at you with pure love.

‘you do?’ you asked him, keeping your hands on his abs. ‘mhm..’ he hummed and kept his other hand on yours. He leaned forward to kiss you after taking a quick glance at Caleb and Dodger to see if his son is looking at their parents having a talk.

His lips lingered at yours for a second or two before he pulled away when he heard the bedroom door being opened, you turned around and saw Dodger following Calen who was going downstairs with his tail moving left and right.

‘Gotta go, Mr. Evans’ you smiled and gave him a small peck. When you turned to leave, Chris gave you a slap on your cheek which made you squeal. 

You turned around looking at Chris who had a smug look plastered on his beautiful face. He winked at you and said ‘I’m gonna the shit out of your pussy after we drop Caleb to play school’ and with that, you felt wetness between your legs.

Gosh, Chris fucking Evans was so irresistible.

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