Arriving at Chris’ pod in Boston felt homier than his place in L.A., this one was more him. Walking through the picture frames above his fireplace as he’s finishing up parking. You thought that he’s truly a family-oriented man. The photos presented are of those the memories he has along with his parents and siblings, of course, East and Dodger too. While you were appreciating Chris’ photo frame display, your phone rang.
Chubby Dumpling calling...
No fucking way that Sebastian was finally trying to contact you. Out of the concern you were having for him the past few days, you weren’t able to quite hear that Chris was coming inside as you answered the call. “Sebastian,” you sigh. Chris got in and was supposed to the door. However, hearing you say Sebastian’s name made Chris slowly close the door, not wanting you to know that he’s already in there. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and why was he doing this. “How are- god. I- how could I even ask you that,” you laughed, but it wasn’t that laugh where your tone was filled with joy. Which made Chris even more curious about the conversation you were having. He wasn’t the type to eavesdrop on someone, especially to his girlfriend that he trusts. However, there was just something in the tone of your voice that made him want to listen further. So he did. “Just tell me you’re safe, please? ‘Is all I want to hear,” “...no, no. I haven’t- Chris doesn’t know,” He wasn’t having this. “What do I not know, Y/N?”
You jump in surprise upon hearing Chris’ stern voice. Fuck. Yeah, you were fucked. “Chris,” he dropped his keys over the key plate, continuing to move closer to you. “What do I not know? ‘M not going to repeat m’self again.” Chris hasn’t doubted your loyalty, not once. But what’s going on now made him do so. With his unfortunate past experiences, eavesdropping over the conversation you were having escalated his anxiety. Standing still, unable to think of words to say to him, he became impatient. Chris took your phone and ended the ongoing call. “Speak,” “Speak or else I’ll start walking away thinking the unthinkable.” did he…? Did he think you were cheating on him? “Chris, baby, no. It’s not like that,” you softly put your hand on his but he pulled it away, causing your heartache. How the hell do I tell him about what’s going on with Sebastian’s without causing a big gap to fill on their friendship? Chris walked past you and sat on his couch. You looked at him and sighed, sitting before him. Palms brushing all over your face. It took you a good minute before you finally face him, “Sebastian and I had a misunderstanding,” he didn’t look at your way but you knew he was listening, “After the last shoot I had with Henry before we fly to Boston, he congratulated me for being with you, that finally, I was at the hands of a good man. But I was curious as to the reason why he left me, Chris. ‘Twas haunting me for these past few years and I want to be able to let go of that feeling so I asked Henry to tell me why’d he left me,” explaining further. Chris’ head tilted sideways quickly as his jaw clenched. You proceeded to discuss with Chris the reason why Henry left you before. When you were finished talking, you looked down at his fluffed carpet. “What does Sebastian have to do with this? I thought his relationship with Henry was complicated?” he looked at you, finally. Asking for clarification. Fidgeting with your fingers as you answer, “Yeah, they do have a complicated relationship… Sebby- Sebastian saw Henry and I at the parking lot when we were talking to each other. Henry asked for a hug. Chris, I swear, it was just a friendly hug. Felt more like parting, and I wanted to at least end our closure with that. He was a big part of my life and you know that I told you that,” he nods. “Again, what does Sebastian have to do with this?” following up his concern. “Seb… Punched Henry when he saw us. He thought ‘twas something more, you know and I thought he was just being protective. His action really upset me, and my emotions were all over with, we shouted at each other, I kept asking what his problem is,” taking a deep breath before finally turning your eyes to glance at Chris’, “‘n he told me that he was in love with me.” Of course, he was. Chris already had an intuition about this, however, he didn’t realise that hearing those words coming out of your mouth will make him this mad. Chris tried to stand up but he wasn’t able to do so successfully as you pulled his arm, “talk to me, baby, please?” “I will, just… give me some time. Okay?”
Chris went out and sat on his balcony. Your tears start to fall, sucks being in the middle of a possible dispute to go with your boyfriend and boy friend. A notification popped on your phone.
Chubby Dumping
You okay? What happened?
You shut your eyes close, not wanting to deal with this at the moment. The silence going on with Chris and you was something you couldn’t handle, it was stressing you too much. Not wanting to cause any disturbance of Chris’ alone time, you went on and walked through his bedroom and got yourself a shirt of his to wear for bedtime. You figured he might want to be alone the rest of the night, so you proceeded to get unready. The whole day tired you lots, mentally, physically, emotionally.
The cold water running down your body immediately helped you to relax, ‘n somehow released the tension your body was having. You press your palm on the tile as the other goes to brush and press water off of your hair.
Chris turned sideways as he heard the sound of water flowing from his bathroom, he looked at the time from his watch and realized he has been keeping you waiting for him too long. He sighed and cracked his knuckles before standing up and going back into his living area, locking the balcony doors. His hands falling on his waists, breathing heavily. At this moment, he was feeling all things at once. As much as he wanted to give himself more peace and quiet, he wanted to hear you screaming loud about who you fucking belong to. He took off his jacket and hooked it over his coat hook. He stripped his clothing and put it in the hamper except for his boxers.
He didn’t even bother to knock upon entering the bathroom. His eyes immediately fell on your naked body. Chris felt his cock go hard just by the sight of your body alone. He closed the door with a bit of an impact so you’d know he was there. Hearing the loud sound all of a sudden made you drop the soap you were holding, “M’god Chris, you scared the shit out of me,” “Good.” He walked toward the tub shower, sliding the door open to join you. Chris picked up the soap you dropped, you turned around to face him but he stopped you. “What-” your breath hitched as his arm brushed against yours while he reached for the loofah. Brows furrowed, you continued to analyze what he was doing, confused why he wasn’t speaking yet he was here to join you. When he lathered enough soap over the loofah, he started brushing them on your back, you hum, feeling relaxed. He put his free hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. Your bareback being in contact with his well-sculpted chest makes your breaths unstable. He loved seeing you like this. Seeing your body react with his touch. Chris continued to softly brush the loofah onto your body, down to your arms then soothingly up your chest.
Chris dropped the loofah and replaced it with his hands. His palms stroking both ends of your arms, making you hum with the sensation. He grabbed the ends of your hair and squeezed it dry, placing it over one side of your neck. His lips going down to smother the blades of your shoulders with kisses. Growing impatient you tried turning around to face him, but Chris didn’t allow you to face him just yet. “Don’t move,” you instinctively gulped hearing his command. “O-okay,” “Does he know about us?” he queries. “Huh?” your brain getting all fogged up by Chris’ presence. “Sebastian. Does he know about us?” His hand went on to massage your breasts, making you whimper in an instant, “answer me, Y/N” he reiterated. Unknowingly that he was in sight of half of your face, you rolled your eyes as you were annoyed that his hands weren’t in the places you wanted them to be. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” startled by his words, you turn your head sideways to look at him, “Well I,” Chris wasn’t interested to hear your reasoning, “huh. You’re getting me all riled up,” your lips parted big when Chris opened the sliding door of his tub shower and left, what the hell?
Annoyed. Is an understatement when Chris left you dumbfounded in the shower, you shook your head and went on to finish cleaning up. But little did you know, he only went out to get what he wanted to use for you. “Hands,” your body jolts in hearing yet again Chris’ unexpected voice. “Hands?” your body rotates, facing him confounded. “Hands. Give me your hands,” you looked down as you heard chains dangle, your eyes blowing with lust as you saw him holding a cuff. “Chris, why d’you have a cuff?” “dunno why you even have to ask that.” he let out a laugh filled with sarcasm, eyes meeting yours, “y...you wanna cuff me?” his brows quickly raised and relaxed, answering your question. Not knowing what to say or do, you stood still like a student standing up without knowledge of the question asked. “D’you not want me to?” I want you to. Unable to express yourself through words, you went on and shook your head. Motion answering that you wanted to be cuffed by him. “That’s what I thought,” Chris grabbed both of your wrists using one hand as the other proceeded to turn your body around, being under the showerhead. He was still holding your wrists, bringing them up closer to the middle bar. When he finally reached the height he wanted to lock your hands on, he finally tightened and locked the cuff. Your ass, facing him. “You’ve been a really bad girl for me tonight,” a loud sound left your mouth as he hit your ass hard. “Gahd, what makes you think I’ll be fine with your ex-boyfriend hugging you,” “even got a close friend of mine wrapped around your fingers,” again. He hit your ass so loud you heard an echo in the bathroom. You bit your lip to muffle your moans, “did I ask you to stay silent for me, baby?” your head immediately shaking side to side. “Be as loud as you want, no one will hear you anyway, just me and you darling,” Chris assures you.
He straightened your body up, once again pulling your bareback to be of contact to his chest, his hands traveling from your abdomen to your breasts. You rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyes, just feeling his hands take over your body. His fingers toyed with your piercing nipples, making you moan loud as arousal fills your core. “Hmm, does my good girl like daddy playing with her nipples?” fucking daddy. You swore to yourself you were about to faint hearing him address himself like that. “Mmhm, yeah” he grins, hearing you be at loss for words while he pleases your needy tits. “Look at how my hands perfectly cup your breasts, baby” you open your eyes to look at his hands wrapping your jugs. Oh, what a good sight that is. You thought. Just as you assumed that he would take his time giving attention to both of your breasts, his other hand went further down your stomach, reaching through your folds. “Goddamn, baby you’re fucking soaked,” your lips parting, relishing how good his fingers feel while spreading your wetness. “Tell me, sweethah’t, who do you belong to?” without a doubt, “you, Chris.”
“That’s right, this pretty cunt only belongs to me. Nobody else’s,” all you can do is nod as he increases the speed and adds more pressure to your needing slit. “C-Chris, mm-feel’s so good,” “yeah? You like when my fingers fuck you?” oh, he knows you do. He just wanted to hear it coming from you, “I love when your fingers fuck me, Chris.” you boldly stated, making his cock twitch. Your ass feeling his erection, “can feel daddy’s cock getting hard, wanna please you bad, please” as much as he wants to feel your lips wrapped around his aching shaft. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of doing so, knowing damn well you were surrounded by men who wanted you to be theirs. He only wanted to claim you, be inside you. “Not gonna happen,” making your face be embedded with vexation. “Daddy why, ‘m so wet for you,” Chris used everything in his power to not be tempted on giving in. Hearing you say that you were wet for him only made him want to fuck the brains out of you more. Not that, it wasn’t his plan. You grind your ass on his continuously growing erection, needing to feel him. But Chris had other plans in mind.
His fingers continued to pleasure you, going slowly and suddenly increasing the speed. The pattern went on bringing you to the edge. “F-fuck,” “‘m so close daddy, your fingers feel so good,” knowing you’re about to cum, Chris increased the speed more. The sound of your pussy being finger fucked covering the entire room is making your brain feel fuzzy. When you were just about to release, Chris slowed down his fingers and said, “you’re only going to cum when I allow you, that clear?” your knees feeling weak, you were truly trying your best not to cum, “how many times do I have to tell you to answer me? Guess you really don’t want to cum that much,” you shake your head and placed your hand to the side of his arm fingering you, “I do, I do want to cum, I-I want to cum, Chris,” your legs were going weak. Chris felt that too, however, he continued to edge you. He wanted to make you believe that he can withstand your wishes. But the more he pleases you the more he craves what it feels like to be inside you. He removed the hand he was toying your nipple with and went down to jerk off. “Chris, please, let me do that for you, mm’wanna taste you so much,” hell does he want for you to taste him that much too. But he couldn’t give you that time any longer, he was nearing his release too.
“Wanna taste me so much, huh?” “Yes, please,” without a warning, Chris slammed himself right into you. “There we go, y’feelin’ me deep inside you, baby? Feelin’ me fuck you like no one else can?” you can only answer him with moans and whimpers. “Chris- I, fuckkk, you’re so big daddy, filling me up so well” “yeah?” Chris intensified his thrust, your skins slapping so much you just know some part of your body’s gonna get bruised. “Tell me who you belong to again,” he asks as he pounds you further. “You Chris, ‘m yours. Only yours,” he moaned loudly, hearing your acceptance of his claim. That you were only his, as he was of yours. “Wanna watch you milk my cock with your cum,” his head moved over to suck your nipples, him moaning as he sucked your tit.
“Fuck, I wanna put a baby in you, Y/N. Wanna see you carrying my child, people knowing that you’re carrying what’s mine,” his eyes widened as he didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Lightly panicking that you may think of him weirdly, his breathing stopped for a second. But you looked down at him, face all flushed, looking beautiful as ever, chest heaving, struggling to control your breathing, “please uncuff me,” “and put a baby in me.”
hey! i love ur writing! 💜 can u pls write a fluff fic where reader is very anxious for exams and is breaking down and ransom/steve comforts her? 🥺 thanks in advance 💜
Tired
Masterlist by cloudednines
REQ: ANON, hey! i love ur writing! 💜 can u pls write a fluff fic where reader is very anxious for exams and is breaking down and ransom/steve comforts her? 🥺 thanks in advance 💜
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Student!Reader
Category: Fluff
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, task pressure.
A/N: apologies it's a bit short! Mood's kinda off today too, so... 🥺 I hope you like it!
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Steve has been observing you for hours. He was just there, pretending to read a book. When he was actually appreciating the way your eyes follow through the words within your handwritten notes, the way your brows furrow whenever you reach a part that’s taking you a while to understand, the way you bite your lips whenever you encounter a mistake while repeating the information you were memorizing softly, almost inaudible.
He didn’t want to cause any disturbance as you study, however, he couldn’t stop himself any longer when your foot started to continuously tap the floor as your leg slightly shakes. He’s also able to notice that you were fidgeting, something that you always do whenever you’re uncomfortable.
That’s it. Steve stood up and placed the book he was holding over the side table of the couch he was resting in and walked up toward you. “Something bothering your beautiful mind, baby?” He asks. The focus of your eyes from the paper moving to the irresistible blonde in front of you. Putting down the papers you were holding as you reach one of his hands that were at rest over the edge of your table. “Mm? Nothing. I just…” your glance leaving his, the beat of your heart started to increase rapidly. Tears filling the unders of your lids.
Steve immediately walked closer to you and rotated your chair for you to face him. “Hey, hey, bub it’s me. What’s going on?” The sudden rush of your showed vulnerability making you feel embarrassed. So you try to cover it with a laugh.
He wished you hadn't done that. His heart ached witnessing your failed facade to hide that you were having a hard time. Steve didn’t know the words to say, but god, did he know what to do for you to burst out crying. He pulled you into a tight comforting hug. Which I may emphasize, that’d’ve been too comforting for you to finally breakdown while wrapped in his arms.
Concerned that your body may be in an ill at ease position, he grabbed the back of your upper leg and carried you to the couch where you both settled down. Finally having the courage to speak despite your shaky voice, “Stevie, I’m tired… So, so tired but I still have a lot to accomplish.” He pushed you lightly so he was able to see your face. Both your eyes and nose are going red as you continue to cry like a baby. My baby. Indeed his baby, of course.
“Little rest can’t go wrong, sweetheart. You still have the rest of the week to prepare for your exams next week,” “I know but- … but I’m scared to let myself rest, Steve. I’m afraid that once I do, I’ll be setting myself up to relax for the rest of the week. Doing absolutely nothing,” he was actively listening as you let out all the built-up tension from your recent study session.
When you were done speaking, Steve pulled your arm gently so your body will be leaning on to his while he used the other to softly run soft pats on your hair. Cheeks placed on top of his chest, you hear the thumps of his heart pounding calmly. “Bub, whenever you say you’re gonna do absolutely nothing you end up having a productive day. Say, maybe don’t beat yourself up too much?” You try to protest but he placed a finger over your lips, “you’re pressuring yourself when you have a lot of time in your hands. I want you to remember that as long as you continue to exert an effort to study and understand what needs to be understood, you’ll do well in your exams. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. You know why?” As if a student is interested in a discussion, you ask him why. He then followed up a reminder, “remember what we always say whenever we don’t get the consequence we wish of?”
You sigh, giving him a weak smile. “At least I tried.”
Hi i love your stories, you write them so good 😍 I had a story in mind, you can chose who you pick between chris and henry. Can you write one where you’re both costars and you do an autowiring interview or reading thirst tweets video together. They are not together but there is chemistry and everyone is shipping theme. Al fluffy please 🥰
Reading Thirst Tweets with Chris Evans
Masterlist by cloudednines.
REQ: ANON, Hi i love your stories, you write them so good 😍 I had a story in mind, you can chose who you pick between chris and henry. Can you write one where you’re both costars and you do an autowiring interview or reading thirst tweets video together. They are not together but there is chemistry and everyone is shipping theme. Al fluffy please 🥰
Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader
Category: Fluff
Warnings: mentions of 18+ content, daddy kink tease.
A/N: [whatever’s inside this bracket are the lines of the filming team’s side comments and follow-up questions.] + the questions for Chris are based on Henry’s thirst tweet interview segment, so you get a mixture of both!
GIF Prompt: [At least you got a pretty hot co-star.] "Yeah, I sure did."
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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Once you’ve got your iced coffee from the Starbucks drive-thru near your shooting location, you put your car on hazard to call your PA. Confirming if your car map app directed you to your designated route. “Hey, Gem? I’m already here at 1111 East 18th St. Do they have a valet parking service in there so I could just drive straight toward the roundabout?” you didn’t want to bear the responsibility of parking your car at the moment, running a little late for your make-up appointment is already stressing you out as it is. “Hey, Y/N! Your make-up artist just arrived, I do think they have a valet parking service there. Not quite sure about it tho. I’m gonna go down and wait for you at the main entrance of the building, if they don’t offer the service I could just find a spot and park your vehicle. That sound good to you?” you sigh in content of Gem's offer. “Have I told you that I love you and you’re my lifesaver?” softly giggling as you tease her with your kind words. “Actually you have, ‘bout a thousand times already.” both of you laughing around. You were blessed to have such a relationship with Gem. Especially it’s really hard to find someone to trust in the industry. Hitting accelerate, you went to meet Gem over the building’s main entrance.
Upon your arrival, almost as if it’s a welcome sign you saw a big “valet parking” sign as you continue to drive in neutral. Your eyes went to Gem who completely looks lovely waiting for you. You moved a bit forward as you went in line for the parking service, pushing the button down of your passenger window, you greet her with a big smile and motioned her to wait for you as you unbuckle yourself. The valet employee came up to you and asked for your signature for your ticket. Skimming through their terms and conditions, you sign quickly to finally meet Gem with a tight hug. Gem has then guided you toward your assigned preparation room. Exchanging casual conversations with everyone around the room to break the ice, you’ve then changed to the clothes you were gonna wear for your ‘thirst tweet’ interview with your one and only co-star, Chris Evans.
The white cross-bottoming shirt v-neck top and light beige high-waisted skirt compliments the curve of your body. Finishing touches as your palm straightens the little ruffles over your clothes, you heard the room lighten up with laughter. Huh. You went out of the mini dressing area in your room. To your surprise, a greek god looking 6 ft. light-skinned brunette man dropped by your zone to welcome your arrival along with your team. He was simply breathtaking, the tight dark red henley he was wearing was complimenting his skin too much. “Y/N! Hey,” he says, walking closer to you. The room suddenly was filled with silence, feeling everyone’s attention focused on the both of you. “You look…” squinting his eyes, trying to find the words that could give justice to your features. You tilt your head as you speak, “Look what, Chris?” can’t help but giggle with his adorable awkward actions. “Does exquisite suffice, no?” shocked by his hand placement at the lower part of your back, you take a deep breath as he looked at the rest of the people around the room as if needing a backup through the words that he has said. Some gave him a thumbs up, some singsonging a tease of your name mixed with his. “Awe c’mon, you’re too cheesy, Chris. Rei hasn’t even started putting makeup on me yet,” “with that face? Honey, you’re already an angel. You don’t even need that.” Jokingly objecting to his claims, your make-up artist followed up that she still needs her job. A few more conversations and reminders before the shooting of your interview starts, you and your team continue to glam you up.
[Ready?] Chris looked at you following the question of the interviewer, “Y/N?” you nod, assuring him that you’re prepared to start filming. Your eyes meet with the angle that you were assigned to place on, facing the interviewer and eyes slowly traveling through the cameras. “Whenever you are.”
“Hi! I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
“I'm Chris Evans,” “and we're here to read some thirst tweets.”
[Okay! Off we go, Chris, Y/N, you go pick up any rolled paper that’s inside that big bucket mug and read that question before you answer. Who wants to go first?] “‘F course, this beautiful lady beside me should be,” you facetiously rolled your eyes after hearing Chris’ statement. “Whatever this gent wants,” you pick up a piece of paper and read the question aloud, “Oh, this is for Chris.” taken aback by the tweet you’ve just read, you look down and chuckled before stating what it is, “from @twitteruser1, I wonder if Chris Evans gets called daddy a lot.” His brows raised in synch before his head rapidly turns back and let out his iconic ahe-he-he laugh. “Listen, listen, listen...” He tries to lessen his laughs to give a reaction to the first thirst tweet he got however he seems to be having a hard time absorbing the complimenting tweet. “Wait a second, Chris here is trying to catch his breath. This is only the first one, ” you expressed utilizing a reporter tone. “Gahd, sorry for that. Whew...” his palm softly rub his chest gesticulating himself to calm down. “Well sure. On the internet. Y’know when you spend your time on the internet, you tend to see these type of comments from the people and you’re just like do I get creeped out by this, that this is what people have been calling me all of a sudden or do I feel good when they address me that. @twitteruser1, I hope that feeds your ‘wonder’-ing mind.” Y'know what they say. Curiosity kills the cat. Thinkin' 'bout what his reaction might be when he's called daddy you outta pocket called him that out loud. “Hey, daddy, go pick up a paper now.” The curve from his lips immediately went down, replacing it with an obvious part. His eyes widening. Awestruck from your statement.
[NOT Y/N CALLING HIM DADDY! That was filmed right?!] your glance moved from Chris to the team who got all excited and jumpy when you called Chris a daddy. [It is!] the room was filled with pure laughter and surprisingly butterflies. The vibe was so contagious, it was obvious that everyone was shipping you with him. As if it couldn't get anymore awkward between you and Chris, “I like the sound of that.” You closed your eyes shut, biting your lip hard as you try to stop yourself from smiling. Shaking your head continuously. “Now let's see what we have for Y/N here,”
“@twitteruser2 said, Y/F/N Y/L/N I LOVE YOU WITH YOUR GLOWING SKIN AND YOUR PERFECT FACE AND THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWS OF YOUR HAIR I JUST WANT TO HUG YOU, YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE” instantly covering your ear by the way Chris read the tweet he picked up, “Oh my god! Why are you shouting, Chris?!” “It was tweeted using all capital letters, I just followed their tone!”
Giggling, you take a deep breath calming yourself down. Letting your eyes then interact with the camera in front of you. “Wow that's very nice of you whoever you are, thank you and I love you too.” “Mm @twitteruser2's lucky day. Not every day you get a love reciprocated from the one and only, Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
“Chrisss... Stop it,” you quickly tapped his upper arm. He motioned a white flag by raising both of his arms up, palms facing front. You moved the bucket mug closer to yours and grabbed another rolled paper, “from @twitteruser3, streets are saying that the godly looking dilf Chris Evans himself is off the market? This will be my 13th reason. Welcome to your tape, Chris.” You cover your mouth unable to hold your laugh. Chris on the other hand, had a hard time unwrapping the definition of the very tweet you just read. “Hold on, hold on- what 13th reason? And... Welcome to my tape?” He was lightly giggling, adorably looking all confused.
[It's a stan Twitter slang, based off on a show called 13 reasons why on Netflix...] the interviewer continued to explain to Chris what the user meant with that tweet when he understood the reference only then he laughed. “See this is what happens when you're of age,” he hums along with his gapping laugh. “Not off the market, don't know if I'm looking, but not closed to... Someone who may potentially want to be put in my cart.” Your lips bent as you motion your head up and down to present your approval not knowing that as soon as Chris finished is statement, he looked at your way. Silently shooting his shot. The rest of the people inside that room were conscious of Chris' attempt, but not you. So the interview pursed their lips before saying,
[At least you got a pretty hot co-star.] "Yeah, I sure did."
I don’t know why but Chris Evans driving an Audi is just super fucking sexy, idk if you do, but can you do a Drabble of having car sex with Chris in his Audi 😅
Smut & Fluff? Now that's my kinda long drabble. xx
Chris Evans x F!Reader; 18+ only. Smut. Car Sex. RPF.
It was rushed, cramped and in the driveway of his childhood home but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you were finally alone.
Chris being home for the holiday season was lovely but it also meant everyone wanted a piece of him.
Hurried hips jarred together painfully in the tight space of Chris's black Audi as he drove his girth into your sopping heat. Your back arched over the steering wheel allowing Chris to latch his mouth onto your perky nubs.
Fog painted the windows of the car leaving a thin veil of privacy as you felt one another for the first time in what felt like ages.
“Come, Sweetheart, Come. I need to feel your sweet cunt milk me.” His voice falters, so close to hitting his peak as he holds back wanting to watch you careen over the edge first.
Your nails scrape the back of his neck as you ignite with a ragged scream, dragging him along with you. You exchange breathy kisses before sliding from his lap and you both adjust your clothing to look presentable.
“Well, I guess we should go in.” Chris says with a soft smile as he rubs his knuckles over your cheekbone. He can sense your reluctance about the party. “Don’t worry, I’ll circle the room twice and then we’re out.”
Your face brightens at the notion that you won’t be stuck for hours at another get together.
“I’ll be damned if I’m kept from you any longer.” He says, pulling you into a fiery kiss once more.
At the same night of Henry and Sebastian’s dispute, you talked to Henry and explained that you have no idea that Seb’s been feeling that way towards you. Andrea refused to speak her mind during that time and decided to spend the night at Fred’s first to take a breather. You, on the other hand, decided to have Chris over your apartment after his con as you really needed an escape from what you’ve just discovered. You wanted to say it to Chris. That Seb was in love with you, but you didn’t want to be the one bearing the bad news to him that one of his trusted friends is in love with his girlfriend. A few days have already passed since the incident, you still have no updates on how Sebastian is doing. He wasn’t picking up your calls or replying to any of your messages.
The sun kissed a part of your skin making you wake up due to its warmth and Chris’ as his arms are wrapped around you, he’s been staying with you in your apartment. Helping you rehearse your lines, practice your stunts and keep you company since Andrea’s way too busy to head home, least it’s what she says. Chris didn’t want you to feel lonely. Besides, his schedule is crystal clear as he’s currently on vacation after filming everything he was needed for. You moved from having your back on sleeping position to your side to face Chris who’s peacefully sleeping right now. You slowly lift your right hand to put your fingers lightly on his face, faintly touching his long eyelashes on your way down to gently pinch his florid cheeks. You jolt in surprise when he suddenly puts his left hands over your waist, “What are you staring at me for?” he says as he slowly opens his eyes and gives you a weak smile. “Well I can’t help but to look at how handsome you are,” you complimented him and he pulled you closer to give you a tight hug. Chris obviously doesn’t know how to take compliments so he just gave back the compliment you just gave, “excuse me? Coming from you who looks like a goddess when all you did was just wake up?” he scoffed. “This isn’t fair, you know,” you chuckled in response to what he just told you. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him too and buried your face in the crook of his neck. You were cuddling with Chris when your alarm started ringing. Chris let out an annoyed sigh and hugged you even tighter, trying to make you stay and cuddle on the bed with him. “You know, I gotta press that alarm for it to stop, right?” you looked up to him, “I know, but I don’t want you to go,” he looks down at you and pouts. Damn him for what he did. Because now, you’re sure as hell that you don’t want to go but you have to. “Chris if you keep on doing that I may actually ditch the scenes I’m supposed to shoot today and probably lose my job so...” he let out a loud laugh and let you go as he raises his hands in the air signaling that he won’t try to stop you from going to work anymore. You sit up to turn off your alarm clock, after that, you tie your hair in a lazy messy bun and grab your phone. You check if Seb has replied to the messages you have sent, but he didn’t and as the days pass by your concern just grows stronger so you decided to contact Andrea and ask her a favor to look after Seb. You pressed Andrea’s speed dial number and stood up from your bed, gesturing to Chris that you have to step out of your room for the call. Of course, you didn’t want him to know this way about what Sebastian did, you lightly closed the door waiting for Andrea to pick up the call.
“Hey, (Y/N). What’s up?” you couldn’t find the right words to ask her to look after Seb, “(Y/N)? You there?” she repeats. You breathed in one last time before finally answering, “Yeah, A. I’m here. U-uhm… I just wanted to ask if you have any news from Seb? Well he hasn’t been responding to any of my calls or messages, I’m just really worried and I want to talk to him to sort this out because… It’s Seb, you know what I mean?” You looked down as you heard Andrea sigh. “He’s talking to you, A. Is he?” You followed up and Andrea just gave you a hum in agreement with what you just said. “He really doesn’t want to talk to me now huh,” your tears started building but you immediately looked upwards and sniffed to avoid crying, “Just give him time. You know how he is, and I know that as much as it’s hard for you, it’s twice or even thrice for him. Especially now that he knows about you and Chris, he saw his instagram post.” Your heart ached for him. Because he’s your best friend. He’s always been there whenever you needed him and the one time… The one time he needed someone, it infuriates you that you couldn’t be there for him because you’re the reason why he’s being this way. “Can you look after Seb, A? I mean, I don’t know maybe stay with him in the meantime. I just don’t want him to feel alone and think that things have changed.” You didn’t notice that your foot’s been softly stomping the ground for a while now, but you did when it stopped because of what Andrea has just said. “But it did, (Y/N). Things have changed. We can’t just act like nothing happened and he can’t put his feelings for you aside that easily. You of all people should know that,” The silence from ends of the line is killing you both. Andrea’s right and you don’t know what else to respond to, so you both just stood there, speechless. Letting it all sink in. Andrea couldn’t take the loudness of your silence anymore, “Anyway, don’t worry. I’ll look after him. I have to go now, it’s a busy day ahead. I may skip attending the set later because I have to finish all these paperworks, good luck on your shooting later. I know you’ll break a leg,” to lighten up the mood you tried cracking a joke, “you didn’t mean that literally, do you?” Andrea gave you a weak giggle and told you to stop acting silly. You both said your goodbyes and ended the call. You put your phone down and decided to start cooking breakfast for you and Chris. You started gathering the ingredients needed for an avocado toast and green smoothie. While you were preparing breakfast, a warm buffed arm wrapped around you, “you do know I don’t like avocados, right?” you chuckled and moved your free hand up to pat Chris’ head, “Yes, I do, but I’d rather let you decide if you still don’t want to eat avocados when you have a taste of this toast, I mean I’m not a great cook but this? This is my specialty, sir,” Chris clenched his jaw upon hearing once again the nickname you gave him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and gave you a light kiss. “Hmm… We’ll see. But what did I tell you about calling me that?” he whispered, which sent vibrations down your spine, “I...uh, well…” you didn’t know what to answer, you were of no doubt, suddenly distracted. He let out a laugh upon noticing his effect on you, “I’ll leave you to finish preparing our breakfast,” he loosen his hug and continue what he’s saying, “Don’t forget you’re mine, okay?” he gave you a quick peck on the lips before sitting down on the couch. Your head tilted and your brows furrowed in confusion of what he just said, but as green as grass, Chris told you that because he overheard you talking about Sebastian earlier and he doesn’t want to feel like he’s in a competition. Because if he did let that, he’ll do everything to win. Especially if the price is you.
“Holy shit,” Chris says after taking a bite of the toast you made, your nose wrinkled as you chuckled at his reaction. “Are you sure this is even avocado?” he playfully wondered.
“Of course it is.”
“Then why does this one taste good?!”
You both let out a loud laugh, just enjoying each other’s company, talking about why your avocado toast tastes good and other things that never failed to put up a curve on both sides of your mouth. When you were just about to stand and clean up the table, Chris held your hand and asked you to sit down first, you asked why and he said, “So… uh, today’s the cut for the first half of your film shootings, right?”, “yeah, why?” you inquired, curious about what he’s going to say. “Well I’ve just been thinking of going to Massachusetts. You know, visit my family and uhm…” he was obviously kind of nervous that he needed a pause before continuing what he’s saying, “I was wondering if you… If you want to join me? But if not I totally understand baby, because you need a break from all the-”, you didn’t let him finish his babbles and immediately said yes with a big smile on your face. “Really?” you feel his hand squeeze tightly on yours as he asked for assurance, and you gave him that. He pulled your hand closer to his as he motioned you to sit on his lap and when you did he kissed you. Slow and passionate, savouring the moment. His whole stay in your apartment was just pure companionship, he’s been getting a hold of himself since his first night. Been thinking about what it feels like to be inside you. He grabbed your leg and positioned you to straddle him, your arms draped over him, moving your right hand to gently rub your thumb on his cheek and your other hand tugged the ends of his hair which made him grunt and bite your lower lip that elicited a soft whimper coming from your mouth, “I love the noises you make for me, baby” he pulled your dress up to the ends of your spine and inserted both of his hands under the waistband of your panties to squeeze your tush. He stopped kissing you and went down to give attention to your soft spot beneath your ear which made him earn a whine from you. “Hmm… You like that, baby? Huh?” you’re all just taking the pleasure in the things he’s making you feel all at once. Unable to form a word to respond, you just hummed and nodded. His right hand went in front of your unders only for him to find out how damped your panties already are because of him. He looked up to give you a glance. He put his left hand at the back of your neck and pushed your face closer to his, your lips softly touching, you wanted more but when you leaned forward to kiss him he tightened his grip on your neck to keep your lips from touching his. You scowled in response, “No kissing, just look at me while I fuck you with my fingers,” after saying that he didn’t let any second pass and moved your panties aside and dipped his finger inside your wet and throbbing slit. You were just about to evoke a loud moan when your phone rang. You looked back and grabbed it to see who dared to ruin your moment with Chris.
*Taika Waititi Calling…
“Fuck.” you groaned upon seeing who it is. “Who is it?” Chris asks as his fingers continue to play with you, “It’s Taika, I have to answer this Chris,” you were about to stand up from straddling him but he stopped you, “Then answer it.” your head tilted at the same time as your mouth dropped, “Chris, I won’t be able to-” he cut you out by using his spare hand to grab your phone and click the green button to answer Taika’s call and put the phone over your ear as he mouthed “Answer baby,” you couldn’t believe what he just did, “Hey, Taiks. What’s up?” But couldn’t believe more what he does next, as you answer the call he continues rubbing his fingers up and down your cunt, spreading your wetness all over, he loved seeing how you couldn’t focus because of what he’s doing. Taika on the line, was discussing a few changes that have been made for the scenes you have to shoot today which of course, you’re not able to comprehend at all because of Chris. You tried to remove his hand but he insisted and gave you a warning look that if you’d ever try to do that again, you sure as hell will be punished. The question is, do you really not want to? Maybe you do.
When he saw that you were about to talk, he inserted two fingers inside you and started pumping. Fast and hard. “Oh-” you bite your lip and cover your mouth with your free hand after you accidentally let out a moan, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Taika queried. Your eyes flashed wide, warning Chris, but he just shrugged and continued doing his business, “Y-yeah, Taika. All good, I just b-bumped on something, you were saying?”
“I asked if you have any issues with the changes for today’s agenda?”, your breaths we’re getting more and more heavy as you feel a knot forming below your stomach, you hold your moans and whimper in by biting hard on Chris’s lower lip. He couldn’t help but smirk and stare at you, not minding the pain, how could he? He’s fully turned on by you. On the other hand, you’re swiftly approaching your climax, you can’t hold it for long anymore. Chris grabbed you from the back of your neck and pulled you away from him which resulted in his lower lip to lightly bleed because of your bite. He moved closer to your other ear and murmured, “you gonna cum for me baby? Are you close?” you put your free hand on his shoulder and gripped hard as you nod, “hold it,” you smacked your hand on his shoulder and shook your head as you mouthed that you can’t hold it in anymore, “hold it or this is the last time I’m going to make you cum for today,” he threatened and it worked. You tried to hold in the best you can as he kept fucking you with his fingers, but when he put his thumb over your sensitive nub, you were sure that you’re about to lose it. Your legs felt suddenly weak, your body slightly shaking, your eyes closed shut, and just as you think you couldn’t handle it all anymore, “Cum for me baby, now.” he ordered and you wholly complied. Not being able to think straight, you unintentionally moaned out loud, “YES” Chris’ eyes widened because of your reaction and he removed his hand from the back of your neck to cover his mouth, avoiding his laughs. “Oh. You do? What is it?” Taika sought in which you countered with, “I mean, yes, all the changes are perfect. Loved it all! Can you brief me on it later? Fill me up with the act you want to see more?”
“Of course! My pleasure. Thank you, (Y/N). See you later!”
“Not a problem, Taika. Thank you too, see you.”
Chris removed his fingers inside you and looked right into your eyes as he sucked it clean. Playfully raising his eyebrows with an up-down motion, you jokingly punched his chest, “why would you do that!” you stood up from straddling him, got on your knees, and caressed his thighs, wanting to return the pleasure he gave. “What do you think you're doing?” giggling, he asked.
“Your turn,”
“Baby look at the time, it’s 45 minutes until 9 and you haven’t even prepared yet.”
You shrieked in frustration, “but I haven’t been able to give back all the things you’re making me feel! It’s like thrice in a row already, I want to, Chris. Please?” you pleaded, but he grabbed either side of your arms and put you on his lap. He kissed your temple and snuggled with you. “You don’t have to worry about anything, sweetheart. Trust me, my turn will come,” you still couldn’t help but feel bad at not being able to worship him like he does to you. Your face still can’t be painted with ease, “Look at me,” he lightly turned your head so you could look at him face to face. “I’m fine baby, really. Now go and start preparing the things you need for today’s shoot. Don’t forget to also pack for our trip to Massachusetts, pack for a good week. I’ll put your suitcase later in the trunk of my car so when I pick you up from the set later we’ll just go straight to the airport, what time should I pick you up?” your face couldn’t help but to show confusion, “what do you mean straight to the airport, we haven’t even booked our flight yet,” you demurred. He gave your cheeks a peck and hugged you tight, “Don’t worry about that. Your boyfriend is Chris Evans, remember?” you rolled your eyes upon hearing him vaunt. Well, you couldn’t disagree with him though, he really is Chris Evans. Who knows, he may even own a private jet waiting for the both of you there. He laughed at your unworded response. “You know what? Since you’re ‘Chris Evans’ clean up the table then. I’ll just start packing,” he smacked his leg and put his other hand on his stomach. You almost died from laughing upon hearing his wheeze. At this moment, you couldn’t be anymore thankful for having Chris by your side. He really does have his way to make you smile. When you arrived at your walk-in closet you instantly started packing, not wanting to arrive anymore later for today’s schedule.
“And… Cut!” Taika instructed. “That’s a wrap! Thank you for your work today everyone.” he followed up. You grabbed your phone and messaged Chris that you’re done for the day and stretched before walking out from the area of filming, as you passed by Taika you tapped his shoulders as a sign of both thanks and goodbye. Before even arriving at the front door of your trailer, Henry called out your name which made you look back and address him, “Hey, Hen. What’s up?” you questioned. “Hey. I just wanted to ask if you’re free tonight? My parents are in town and they’ve been wanting to catch up with you for years,” your eyes squinted the same time your lips formed the shape of a small ‘o’. “Oh… Well I uhh, I have this thing with Chris, we have a flight to Boston later, Sorry...” he took a breath in and nodded, “Hey, hey no don’t be sorry. I asked all of a sudden and was just hoping you’re free, don’t sweat it,” you gave him an apologetic smile and just as when you’re about to speak, you felt someone touching your waist and kissed your temple. Chris. Of course, it was him. You could never forget his smell and warmth. “Hey sweetheart. Hey man, what’s up?” Chris moved his free hand to pat and squeeze Henry’s shoulder. “Oh- Hey man! I was just asking (Y/N) something, I’ll go ahead now, it’s getting late. Don’t want to be in a battle with the traffic again,” Henry lightly jokes. Chris chuckled in response and gave his part greetings to Henry. As soon as Henry reached a safe distance where he couldn’t hear you two, Chris held your hand and gestured to get inside of your trailer. “What did he ask you?” you both concern and jealousy upon looking at his ocean eyes. You positioned your head to his chest and hugged him, “he just asked if I was free for tonight, his parents are in town. He told me they wanted to catch up with me.” Chris’ facial expression unexpectedly showed that he was pissed. Not much, but enough to tell that he is. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I obviously declined since we have a flight tonight, right? Also, I’m yours. Remember?” you reminded him. He let out a heavy breath then proceeded to hug you tight. “I do. Sorry,” he shyly whispered. You motioned a comforting rub at his back before looking up at him, “So… Are we already booked for Boston?” you teasingly asked even though you already know what the answer is. He tittered before acknowledging your tease, “We are. You ready?”
“I sure am.”
“Let’s go then.”
Arriving at the airport, your guess was right. Of course there’s a private jet waiting for the both of you. “Chris Evans, huh?” You teased and in return he put his free hand up in the air while the other continued to push the cart of your luggages. “Chris Evans has his ways,” you shook your head and scoffed as your boyfriend basked in all his glory. Someone ran and assisted Chris on your luggages, he mouthed him thanks and put his hand at your lower back to guide you as you stepped up the plane. The staff inside were nice and accommodating. “Thank you, we can handle it from here,” Chris then guided you to your seats. Out of curiosity you asked, “is this yours?” He let out a chuckle while gently pushing you to sit as he buckled up your seatbelt and next to his. “I prefer not to answer, now rest up baby. I know you’re tired, we have a few hours to rest, I’ll wake you up when we arrive.”
Touchdown Massachusetts. Scott was at the airport waiting for you and Chris. When your eyes met Scott’s, you immediately looked up to Chris with excitement as you’ve once said to him you want to get to know Scott more. Scott welcomed you with a hug before saying, “Look at that, it’s the beautiful girl from LA,” before you can even say anything, with Chris knowing that you don’t know how to take a compliment, he gave a quick glance at you then saw your flushed cheeks and laughed. “She doesn’t know how to take compliments, Scott. She’ll just end up being ms. tomato if you give her another one,” in response to what Chris said, you jokingly rolled your eyes. “Well she should start learning now how ‘cause I ain’t stopping, you got a good one brother,” Chris then proceeded to hug Scott, “Hey man. I missed you, I missed here, God this feels surreal coming back for a vacation and especially with this pretty one here to spend it with us.” Scott tapped Chris’ back as he hugged him back. When he let go, he looked at you and teased, “Oop- ms. tomato alert!”
The ride going to the Evanses home was a lot more fun than you expected. You were sure that once you got out of the car your stomach would hurt a lot because of Chris and Scott’s funny exchanges. However, the road you were passing through on the way to their home was a lot more familiar than you imagined and that’s when it hit you, “Oh my god” you gasped. Chris instantly looked at you with concern filling his eyes, “Hey, what is it, baby? You okay?” You hummed in an agreeing tone to guarantee him you’re fine, “I am! It’s just that our house is just a few streets away from here, I could literally walk my way there!” Scott quickly flashed his eyes to look at you through the rear-view mirror, “no freakin’ way?! We’re practically neighbors! How come we’ve never encountered each other! Were you raised here?!” You nodded with excitement, “Born and raised, Scott! Oh god, I can surprise my Mom later!” Chris’ smile went out when he heard about your Mom and froze all of a sudden, of course, this didn’t leave unnoticed by Scott, “ooh, look. Someone’s nervous,” Chris smacked Scott’s chest to stop him from teasing, “aw shut up,” you looked at Chris before asking him, “wait, you’re not nervous, are you?” The corners of your mouth immediately found their way up, “uh- hey! We’re here!” Chris got out of the car as soon as Scott hit the breaks, he saw his mother watering the plants in their front yard and decided to spook her with a tight hug, “Jesus! Christopher! I am watering my babies! Stop!” You heard Lisa yell as you were going out of the car, “Ma! Your real baby is here!” Scott scoffed and made a disgusted face directed at Chris and his mother. Chris continued to bug her mother but as soon as Lisa saw you she dropped her watering can and gave you a hug, “Oh dear! It’s so nice to see you here! My god, finally Chris did something good!” She showered your cheeks with kisses, “How are you! Oh, look at you, you’re a delight to look at!” You gave her a soft giggle and hugged her back, “Hey Lisa, it’s so good to see you. I hope you don’t mind us bugging you for a while,” Chris made his way to meddle with you and his Ma, “hey! I’m right here!” Scott laughed at how you and his Mom keep on ignoring Chris, “stop interfering with their business doofus! Come help me fix your luggage out here!” You swore that you almost couldn’t see a thing because of how big your smile is. Your cheeks looked too squishy. Before Chris made his way to help Scott, he pinched both of your cheeks hard and gave your lips a peck. This earned him a smack at the back from his Mom, “Can’t you see we’re talking here!”
You spend the rest of the day bonding with the Evanses. Chris introduced you to his nieces and nephews, you both took them out for a bike ride in the park, played with them in their backyard. Once you got back from the park to the Evanses, Lisa asked for your help with the food and you gladly complied. She told you that this was an annual thing, a family day with a Disney marathon and karaoke. Time flew fast, maybe it’s because you’re enjoying it way too much. You’re currently out in their backyard helping Lisa prepare for the BBQ dinner. You paused for a second to look at how lovely their family is. This made you daydream about wanting to have your own in the future. With your mind at the stars, Chris wrapped his arms around you from your back. “Is my baby tired?” You rested the back of your head on his chest. “Never better,” he placed his head in the crook of your neck and smothered your scent. It’s as if time stopped for a while, when it’s just you and him under the same skies and staring at the stars. “About what you said earlier… Surprising your Mom?” You turned around to look at him, “yeah, I’m gonna go walk on my way there after dinner, maybe stay the night and bond with her,” he stared at you for a good 5 second, kissed you at your temple, “can you count me in?” You put your palms on his face and rubbed your thumbs softly over them, “of course.”
As said, after dinner you and Chris said your goodbyes to the rest of his family and assured you’ll be back again to spend more time with them tomorrow. While walking further out of their front yard you were confused on why Chris unlocked the car. He laughed at your reaction, “what? I thought we’d spend the night there?” Your lip shaped in a quick circle. You scrunch your nose motioning an apology that you forgot. He opened the car door assisting you as you went in. He then hopped in after you and started the car, “show me the way to your castle, princess?” He jokingly asked simultaneously as he gave the back of your hand a peck.
Upon arriving at your childhood home, you immediately checked if your Mom’s car was parked in your open garage and to your surprise, it was. Growing up, your mom was barely home since she’s a neurosurgeon. However, what made you love her most is that even if she’s one of the busiest people in the world, she never failed to make time for you and you couldn’t be anymore thankful for that. You looked back at Chris and smiled at him, “Mom’s here, think you’re ready?” he chuckled while unbuckling your seatbelt and his. “Me? Ready? You really had to ask?”, “Oh shut up, I know you’re nervous but there’s no need to be. Come, let’s see her.” You were just about to open the car door on your side but Chris instantly got out of the car and yelled at you to wait for him so he can open it for you. “Wouldn’t miss it for my girl, yeah?” unbelievable. That was your initial thought, how come it's been a month with this guy and he still never fails to put butterflies all over your stomach. As you walked to your front door, Chris stopped and wrapped his arms around you. “Wait, give me a second. I just have to refill my strength since I’m really nervous about meeting your Mom. What if she doesn’t like me?”, “Baby, don’t worry. She will like you.” then you proceeded to ring the bell.
You waited minutes before your Mom was able to open the door and to her surprise, it’s you ringing on her door, “Oh my baby! Are you really here?!” your Mom, Marie, immediately gave you a tight hug upon seeing you and continued rambling how much she missed you, then she noticed Chris who somehow looks as if he’s hiding at your back, giving her a soft smile. “Well, well… who is this man?”, before you could even say his name he offered to shake hands with your Mom and introduce himself, “Hi, Dr. (Y/L/N). I’m Chris, (Y/N)’s boyfriend. It’s a pleasure to meet you–” your Mom cut Chris off as he was speaking, “oh no dear, just call me Marie. No need to be formal and all, come in!” you grabbed Chris’ hand and squeezed it to give him comfort. “Hey, I told you, there’s no need to be nervous, she’s cool,” “I agree baby, looks like she is. She looks… Comforting. Plus, her having the same middle name as my Mom helps with the nervousness.” You slowly pulled Chris, coming into your home. “So, what brings you two lovebirds here?” She asked, packing up her go-bag as if in a hurry. In your concern, “Well… Chris and I decided to have a break after the shoots we’ve done. Wait- what’s going on, Mom?” you sigh, slightly getting anxious by her actions. She put down the things she was preparing and walked closer to hug you tight. “Oh, my sweet girl. As much as I want to spend time with you and this lovely man you just introduced to me. I just got paged and I have to attend to this emergency operation.” Oh. Right. Your Mom noticed how the light from your face went down. “I’m sorry baby,” you shake off the feeling, understanding that she has important matters to attend to. “No, no. It’s fine Mom, really. At least you’ve got the meet Chris. I’m happy with that, go on and save someone’s life. I’ll be- We’ll be. Fine,” doubting your answer, she repeats the question. Not wanting to go, but she knows she has to. “Really, Mom. We’re fine. Go now, every second count, right?” Marie brushed her palm on your cheek, appreciating how patient and understanding you are of her situation. “I’ll make it up to you sweetie,” she then looked at Chris, “take care of her for me, will ya?” Feeling acknowledge, his eyes shined as he nodded. “That, I always do, Ma’am.”
“Thank you, honey. Well, would you guys want to stay here and stay the night?” Chris looked at you, eyes wondering. “I guess we’ll stay on Chris’?” You look back at him for a second and turned to converse with your Mom again, “If you come back tomorrow or maybe when you’re already free? Just text me whenever then we’ll stay over,” “Sure then, bye baby. Love you.”
After exchanging goodbyes with your Mom, standing in front of Chris’ car, you asked him if you both were going back to the Evanses. “I just got you all for myself, what makes you think I’ll share you again for the rest of the night?” you stood still as your breath hitched. “Don’t get too tense baby, it’s just me. What are you getting so worked up for?” What a tease. “Oh shut up you, wh-” before you could even finish your question he followed up eyes locking strongly at yours, “make me shut up then.” Jesus. “Chrisss…” you warn him jokingly. “What? Just being real here,” Yeah, and I’m having a hard time focusing here with you saying those all of a sudden. You thought. “Well, was just gonna ask where are we going if not back to your family’s?”
Has Steve ever fingered her in her sleep/physically caused her to have a wet dream because I wouldn’t put it past him not too.. if so pleaseee can I have a Drabble on it? J LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOOOOOO MUCH 😍💜🥰
holy shit. the way my core tingled.
SMUTTY, DARK, DUBCON, SOMNOPHILIA, DARK!STEVE, MATURE THEMES, VERY DARK, INNOCENT!READER, EXTREMELY DARK, HONESTLY JUST DON'T READ-
your hot breath danced across his neck, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. looking down at you, steve let out a sigh. you looked so fucking innocent, deep in slumber as you practically lay on top of him in his arms.
steve couldn't sleep. or maybe he didn't want to. maybe he would've much rather preferred to watch you all night than give his body the rest it needed.
suddenly, you began to stir. he stayed deadly still, not wanting to wake you. once you had moved a little and your body had stilled again, steve let out the breath he was holding in.
"mmph... uh."
the sound falling from your lips was almost too quiet for him to hear. almost. to anyone else, it was just the sound of someone mumbling in their sleep. but it made his cock harden.
"mmm," you hummed, before saying something that stopped his heart. "stevie."
his eyes widened. were you...?
"harder, steve," you moaned quietly, before he felt your hips buck up before landing back down on his legs. "so good."
he almost had an aneurysm. you were having a dream about him.
"right there."
you were having a wet dream about him.
but just how wet? he wondered.
and he decided to find out.
with all the gentleness in the world, steve slowly slipped his hands into your cotton shorts and past your panties.
fuck. very fucking wet.
you moved a little, terrifying him, but you didn't wake up. "oh, yes."
deciding to help you out a little, steve began rubbing circles onto your clit. your body immediately responded, your back arching against him.
you continued whimpering and mewling while he slipped his fingers inside you, in disbelief that he was actually in your pussy. this was what he had dreamed of for so long, and he was finally finding out just how warm and soft and wet you were.
"that's it," he whispered into your ear. "you're being so good for daddy."
as if you could hear him, you moaned, your hand fisting the bed sheet.
he fucked you with his digits, curling them inside you and stroking your sweet spot. he wrapped his free hand around his cock, pumping himself while holding back his groans. swiftly bringing you to your orgasm, he pulled his cock out his boxers before cumming all over your bare thighs, letting out a grunt when he felt your cunt clench and gush around his fingers. you let out a sound that sent him spiralling, as he milked himself of every last drop, emptying himself onto your skin.
"good girl," he purred into your ear, letting out shaky breaths with the adrenaline of what he had just done. "daddy's good girl, aren't you?"
"yes," You replied, making him freeze.
fuck. were you awake?
"y/n?" he asked softly, his heart pounding as he awaited your answer.
but your answer never came, filling him with relief. with a satisfied sigh and a sly smirk, he pulled his fingers out of you before taking a makeup wipe from your bedstand and cleaning his cum from your skin. there was a drop which was left behind, so he scooped it onto his thumb before bringing it up to your lips. your mouth instinctively wrapped around it, making his softened cock hard again.
he shuddered as you mindlessly sucked it clean, and he knew in that moment that he was utterly taken by you.
you woke up a few hours later, with the help of the sun shining through the curtains. when your eyes opened and met his beautiful blues, you smiled widely.
"morning, beautiful," he mumbled with a rasp, stroking your hair. "how was your sleep?"
"amazing," you admitted softly. "how was yours?"
"amazing," he echoed, before giving you a tender kiss on your lips. he could taste his cum on your tongue, making his boner twitch.
"hungry?" you asked once he pulled away.
steve smirked at you and wrapped you tightly in his arms. "always."
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