Can I Come Over?
Summary: Chris can’t come out public about your relationship, wanting to protect you, so he enters a fake relationship but you can’t handle it....
Relationship: Chris Evans x black!reader
Warnings: smut, fighting, brat/brat taming, cursing, alcohol, betrayal, oral (fem receiving) 18+ blah blah blah
A/N: Alright. It’s done! This is for my baby boo’s @afriendlyblackhottie 2K/birthday 💖BRAT💖 challenge I feel like I’ve been writing this story for WEEKS but it’s HERE. The song I chose for the fic was “Can I Come Over?” By Aaliyah because I gotta thing for her. Seems like a long one...but I hope you guys enjoy such foolishness! Yes, there are some honorable mentions character wise...I couldn’t resist it...
In the back of your mind, you always thought this all could work out with him but the more you saw the two of them on mentioned on Twitter or in those shitty E! articles made you reconsider. No matter how many times he would reiterate, “it’s only you babe...only you...” you just couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling sitting in the middle of your chest. Rapidly they’re becoming the Hollywood couple while you sit in writer’s rooms and pitch meetings, pretending not to be losing your mind over it.
“What’s up with you?” Issa asks as you two walk out of the conference room. “You almost green lighted the dumbest script idea I’ve ever heard. You good?”
Hardly...but you aren’t allowed to mutter a word about your relationship with him. It only fuels your mental breakdown.
“Girl, just...dudes...you know how that shit goes.” You partially admit because let’s face it, you had to get just a little relief. Issa only knew so much, your only confidant, so hearing you say the words had her rolling her eyes so fast.
“Bitch I told you, you needed to stop fuckin with him already. Especially if he’s fuckin with your job.” She fusses at you as you guys walk down the hall to your individual offices. Leaning in with shifty eyes, she whispers, “ain’t no body tryna watch a show about a white boy walking through the forrest girl. It’s been done.”
Elbowing her away with a soft laugh, you sigh, “I know that’s my bad. Definitely wasn’t paying attention.” You had been so lost in your thoughts about the last headline you read about him and her during the whole meeting. Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You didn’t even reach for it. You already know who it is.
“Just don’t let it happen again.” She points at you reaching the door to her office. “And girl, fuck him.” She smiles opening the door and slipping in as you wave bye, your other hand sliding your phone out of your back pocket.
Miss you pretty. I’m coming over tonight.
If you weren’t so deep in your feelings, you’d be excited but instead you just grimace and groan walking into your office.
Sure.
You text back, dropping your depressed body in your desk chair and your phone on your desk, turning to look out the windows. Not your usual response to a text like that he’s probably sitting on set or wherever, freaking out about the tone of your text. For whatever reason, he refuses to let you go but also, for whatever reason, the two of you could never be public. It’s so fucking stupid and exhausting.
You met Chris at an All White party you didn’t even want to be at but Issa begged you to go with her. Free champagne all night also swayed you to join in on the fun. You didn’t even think he’d be at that kind of party. Not necessarily out of place but visible...he can’t help that. Sitting at your assigned seat, you sip your champagne and watch him look dumb cute in a cream linen shirt flowing around his waist and khaki shorts rolled up his muscular thighs. White Forces on his feet. Hair perfectly sculpted back and beard perfectly lined. Bobbing his head and moving his shoulder to the music. You tried to be less obvious about checking him out but your eyes kept meeting his over heads of the party. He didn’t properly speak until you were standing at a bar looking for another glass of champagne.
“Here.” He offered with that sweet grin of his. A shock of electricity burning your fingertips when they barely grazed his as you took the flute from him.
“Oh! Uh, thanks.”
“Never seen you around. What do you do?” Chris nibbled back a smirk as his vivid blue eyes fell down your white strapless sundress making your pretty milk chocolate skin really glow. It was the only white article of clothing in your closet and somehow, it’s lured an interested Chris Evans over. This dress will go down in history.
“I’m a writer. So really, I’m always hulled up in a hole in front of a laptop.” You returned a smirk back to him before tipping the flute back on your luscious bottom lip.
“Ah, well that explains it then.” Chris almost licked his own plump bottom lip as he watched you lick the champagne of yours. “You’re way too pretty to be held up in a room writing your life away.”
Your eyes roll on their own when any man is trying to put the moves on you. Whether it’s an absolute stranger or fuckin Chris Evans. Status or money doesn’t change the fact that dudes are full of shit.
“Isn’t there some A-list actress you should be feeding this energy too?” You muttered turning to walk away from that pretty ass face of his. You didn’t have time for this just for it to go absolutely nowhere.
“If there was then I’d be doing so.” He laughed following you across the room. Turning your head ever so slightly towards your left shoulder, you grinned, enjoying the fact that Chris Evans was chasing you down at a party.
“So, what, since I’m a nobody I’m the one?” You called back over your shoulder, leading him away from the party to some disclosed dimly lit hallway no one occupied.
“Can’t lie...it adds on to the intrigue.” Catching up to you, Chris grabbed you by the elbow and backed you into the darkness of a nearby wall, eyes shaded by his long lashes, “what, just because I’m famous you don’t want to talk to me?”
His warm cologne disoriented you but no matter how jarring his closeness was, you for sure felt his hardening dick against your thigh. And he knew you did, beating his lustful stare down on your burning face. Resting a hand on the wall, caging you in, Chris dipped his head down even closer. Tips of noses barely touched. His breaths gently falling on your parted lips. There’s too much power behind this one man. He had you ready to say yes to anything from this angle. But you didn’t want him to get it so easily even though he was so dangerously close.
“What? You’re famous?” You joked behind a confused frown but instead of Chris laughing, he kissed you. And it knocked your hard to get self on your ass.
Things were so dope the first seven months. Practically living in your lap, Chris was around as much as he could be but his fans almost figuring out a few times that he was seeing someone made him panic.
“I don’t want social media and gossip columns to ruin us.”
It was his wack publicist offered up the suggestion of him publicly dating someone to keep the crazies off his back. And you knew it was fucked from the moment it was mention.
“Seems like it’s too late for that Chris.”
So when he started dating a blonde hair, blue eyed counterpart for the cameras, all you could do was sit back and watch. He did everything he could to keep you pacified and happy; flowers, trips, and dinners at your place but within limits. He had an image to keep up after all. She’s supposed to only be around for red carpets, Hollywood parties, and whatever else while you sat on the sidelines. Can’t lie at first it didn’t bother you much; the idea of cameras flashing in your face like that turned you off but your jealousy grew with the hype. They indeed looked good together, you couldn’t deny that. And everyone was jumping on their bandwagon.
“Pretty...” Chris sings when he comes through the front door of your apartment, all grinning and warm as he walks up behind you pouring yourself a glass of wine. “How was your day?” He purrs burying his bearded chin into the nape of your neck with a pleasant smile. He’d been dying to smell you all day. He missed you, hell, you missed the shit out of him but you weren’t in the mood.
Setting the bottle back down on the counter you clip, “fine.”
His arms wrapping around your waist stop out of concern. “Doesn’t sound like it.”
“Well,” Shrugging indifferently, you turn to face him, resting the small of your back against the edge of the counter, “I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”
His eyebrows burrow but he doesn’t change his position. “Is everything okay?”
“Just another day.” Grabbing your wine off the counter you successfully push past him, colliding shoulders in the process. “How was your day?”
You don’t want to know. Hell, you already do, because you had already been on Instagram and saw the stupid pic of the two of them sitting side by side at a Dodgers game. Chris groans at the question, realizing he failed to mention to you that was on the agenda for the day.
“Oh fuck. Baby...”
You toss a dismissive hand walking into your living room drinking your wine. “Bro, fuck your ‘baby’.”
“YN, seriously, I’m sorry. I—I meant to text you but...”
“Mmm...let me guess, ‘I forgot’ or ‘we were too busy talking’ or ‘I got too caught up watching the game’ blah, blah, blah. Like I said,” before you sit on the couch, you turn to face him dragging his feet behind you, “just another day.”
Chris relinquishes another groan, this one longer as you plop down on your sofa. Leaning over the back of it, he goes to kiss your cheek. “Please don’t be mad at me. I hate when you’re mad at me.”
But you are two steps ahead of him dodging his advances. “Then stop giving me reasons to be mad at you stupid.”
Like the frat boy he is or was, Chris jumps over the back of the sofa and lands, somehow, softly beside you in the plush cushions. Ready to beg for your forgiveness.
“YN, honey, I swear I meant to—,”
Hand in his face, you cut him off. “A text isn’t hard.”
Chris exhales loudly through his nose. He really hated when you were mad at him. There’s no getting through to you, not when it comes to this situation. He didn’t know how else to deal with it, and he’s losing you. He sees it more on your face everyday with every headline or picture that gets plastered online. Watching you sip your wine, your eyes are tired, your eyebrows scrunched up and frustrated. Chris used to make you smile like crazy but as of lately...
Scooting closer to you, he drapes a muscular arm along the sofa. “I’m sorry babe. For real I am,” Chris whispers in your ear, soothing the beast raging inside of you, “I miss you. Don’t you miss me too?”
Eyes roll. Deep breath because damn Chris’ voice does something to your insides.
“Of course I do.” You say calmly, some of the edge removed from your tone. Another sip of wine to quiet your blooming warmth in the pit of your stomach. Chris aware it’s working he keeps trying to woo you.
“Don’t you, uh...” purring softly, he starts playing in your hair, fiddling with your strands between the pads of his fingers, pressing his weight against you. “Don’t you want me to show you how much I miss you?”
Sighing, you face Chris with a slightly annoyed smirk but your heart is pounding. That’s always his go to. “Let me touch you...c’mon baby let me show you how much I missed you...how much I love you...” Does he really deserve it? Your warming middle begs the question: does it matter? You should stop being so mean and take what you can get.
Raising a brow, you ask, “Really Chris?”
He shrugs with a silly grin sliding off the couch to fall on his knees. His eyebrows wiggling as he takes the wine glass from your hand, setting it down behind him. Then sliding his hands up your thighs, his fingers slipping under your shorts brush your bikini line. Your breath hitches just a bit. Fucker. Hearing you react has Chris smiling up at you smiling down at him. This is how he wins your over. He knows it’s the best way to get you to settle down. If he wasn’t so fuckin good at it...
“Yes baby. You deserve it.” He softly kisses your kneecap as he grips the waistband of your shorts. “I’m really sorry babe. Let me make you smile,” another kiss on your inner thigh has you slouching down some, ”make you happy,” Chris biting at your fleshy skin hitches your hips up with a gasp, using the moment to pull your shorts down, “Please let me show you how sorry I am.” Chris snatches your hips and yanks you down to the edge of the seat. You grin with a grunt behind his strength. His warm breath heating up your moistening folds.
“Don’t you think I’m tired of this being your way of apologizing?” You ask with a sigh, slotting your fingers through his hair. Can’t help but adore that handsome face nearing your exposed pussy. His eyelids fluttering close as his lips part with a inaudible sigh.
“No,” the tip of his tongue moisten his lips desperate to taste you. He’s missed it so much. “You love it just as much as I do.” He coos planting a dainty peck right on your tingling clit which makes you softly moan. The tip of his index finger barely grazing between your folds. “Besides, she betrays you every single time.” Chris kisses at your clit again, deepening his touch. Your fingers lock in his hair, your hips rock into his hand and mouth.
“Thought you were supposed to be apologizing...” a whimper breaks from your throat at the feeling of Chris lapping at your slit, “and not being a fuckin tease.”
A laugh hits your pussy as he dips his flat tongue down over your clit into your folds, wiggling it in between them for it to fit. Pulling on his hair, you moan out his name, deeply focused on the tip of his tongue tickling your dripping opening. Locking his whole wide mouth onto you, Chris gaudily sucks your juices up then smacks his lips once he pulls away.
“Oh I’m working on it baby.” He whispers circling a finger around your pulsating clit, enjoying the sounds of your mewls and sighs. “Don’t get mean...”
You buck and jerk and moan as he toys with you, gently stroking your pussy with his fingers and kissing and tonguing your sensitive clit. His favorite way of breaking you down and making you all soft and sweet. So determined to make you be nice to him but it’s not going to be that easy...not today.
You yank on his hair as a warning, tired of his mouth. If Chris really wanted to get on your good side, he better get to it.
“Shutup and get to work stupid...make me forget...”
It’s been a few days since you’d heard from him. Chris took his time apologizing to you that day, and spent several days living in your lap just to see you smile and giggle. The sound of your voice and your laughs always made his heart flutter. Those days were good to the two of you, reminded you of the early days. Which made it even harder when he had to say bye. Chris leaving just put you right back in your shitty mood, back to entertaining the idea of breaking things off with him. And he could feel it in your frigid hug and kiss before he left. Doing even more to keep you happy, keeping promises and updating you like he should.
Although you’re super busy dealing with scripts and meetings, the persistent gnawing that exists in the back of your mind is mildly humming. Time apart is now working against him. You wanted to forget him just so you could exist in peace, to get rid of all the shitty thoughts circulating. Issa was just about tired of your solemn face and was determined to get you out.
“Bitch, it’s time to get you a new nigga.”
Tapping your pen on a stack of scripts, you smirk hearing her while thinking about Chris smiling between your thighs. It’s your tenth time hearing her say it and you’re starting to believe it. Why are you the one who has to wait around for him?
“There’s a party tonight that I’m already on the list for. Be my plus one. Let’s hoe out tonight.”
Envisioning Chris walking away from you the last time has you saying some foreign words. “Yeah okay.”
Issa sits up startled in one of your office chairs. “Yes?!” She beams bouncing up and down in her seat as you chuckle, placing your pen down on your desk. “Did you just say yes?!” She shouts again.
Leaning back in your desk chair with a roll of your eyes you laugh, “Yes, yes Issa. Let’s do it.”
She shoots up from her chair, tapping away on her phone, heading for your door, ordering you over her shoulder, “wear your hottest outfit. And I mean hottest bitch. I’ll have a car come pick you up around nine. Maybe we should have pre-party drinks so never mind, I’ll just come through. Be ready for a dope ass night girl...”
You snicker watching Issa walk out, hyper-focused on preparing for the evening while you pondered about how you’d look for tonight. What kind of party could it be. Who would be there and who you could potentially hit on. All future scenarios on play in your brain’s got you biting back a flirty smirk. You’d love to get snapped with someone like Sebastian Stan, being all close and flirty just to make Chris be jealous for once. That’s definitely on the docket for the night.
After too many tequila shots and a joint with Issa, the two of you setting out for the night, cheeks buzzing with giggles. So feeling yourself and mad seductive in this black zipper dress and heeled booties, you couldn’t wait to catch someone’s eye tonight.
“You are clearly on a mission tonight and I am feeling it!” Issa squealed when you opened the door to present yourself.
“You said hottest outfit.” You smirk, kicking your foot up and posing along the door.
She couldn’t shut up about it. Hyping you up so much that when you two walked in, you strutted your ass off beside Issa. Flipping your silk pressed hair over your shoulder with a flirty smirk for the cameras. Your heart pounding as you notice certain celebs looking your way. Their stares and lingering eyes only fueled your ego.
“Okay, okay. So they peepin, they peepin!” Issa giggles and bites at her straw once you two get a drink at the bar. “Operation: Get You a New Nigga is right on track. Bet.”
All you can do laugh and shake your head at Issa’s excitement, scoping out the potential for the night. Catching the eyes of a few guys you never thought would check you out wow. Making eyes back with a few of them to let them know what’s up, out of nowhere, a familiar pair of vivid blue eyes invade your vision, causing you to jump and almost toss your drink out of your glass.
Chris couldn’t believe that you’re here, looking like that, making eyes at Seb for a moment there before he urgently stepped into your eye line with an annoyed glare. Fuck, you look dumb hot. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off your legs so long and smooth, stretched out in front of you and crossed at the ankles. Inviting all the men to gawk and stare at you. Especially his buddy Seb, who stepped to stand beside Chris, biting down on his lip at you.
“Shit, who is that? Do you know her?” Sebastian growls under his breath. Chris’ breath quickens, his skin flushing pink at the sound of his voice so low and raspy in his ear. He couldn’t be mad at Seb, he has no clue of you guys’ relationship but still, it stirs him the fuck up. You tear your eyes away from Chris to look back at Seb, flicking a nod in his direction with that curly smitten smirk Chris loves. His fists are tight at his sides.
Clearing his throat of the poison festering there, Chris snaps at Sebastian, “No, of course not.”
God the look on Chris’ face has you LIVING right now. But the look on Seb’s face really fuels you to act up even more. Issa peepin the vibe across the room between the two of you has her buzzin, murmuring in your ear,
“Yes bitch. Let’s go. I see it and I fuckin love it.”
Good lord Issa wasn’t helping, really winding you up with all her encouraging words. Could you get Sebastian to come over to you? The way his smoldering crystal blue eyes ate you up posted up on the bar convinces you. Chris’ glare burning a hole into the side of your face. It only makes your sleazy grin creep further over your cheeks.
“You sure you don’t know her? Because I’m not sure which one of us she’s looking at...but damn, she’s sexy as hell.” Seb croons over to Chris, smacking his lips after a sip of his drink. Chris’ bitterness motivated him to spill the beans to push his best friend off your scent but just as he’s about to open his mouth to be petty, his date for the evening appears on his left, locking her elbow with Chris’. Real shit, for a moment, he forgot she even came with him. The sight of you killin it in that dress, lookin so sexy and devious knocked any recollection of her being at the party. His heart stopped the moment you stood up straight off the edge of then bar, narrowing your eyes at the two of them. Shit.
And of course she’s here and, of course, the asshole didn’t even mention it to you. Looking all coupley in front of you puts your intentions on a thousand. Seb is yours for the taking. Fuck his feelings. You toss the rest of your drink back before slamming it down on the bar behind you, super determined to get Seb to come to you. He hasn’t stopped looking at you while talking over to Chris who is livid. You could see it from across the room.
“Alright. I got this.” You grumble over to Issa, trying to keep your focus on Seb’s sexy ass smile and not the two idiots beside him. “I got a plan but I need your eyes Iss. You got me?”
Issa smirks behind her champagne flute, keeping her eyes on Sebastian for you. “Oh yeah. I got you girl. Let’s fuckin go.”
If it wasn’t for her standing by your side, pumping you up, you would have marched right over to Chris and lost your shit. Let’s hope this works. First, you need to give him a little show. Biting your lip with a wink, you soothe your hands down over your curves as you turn to face the bar, poking your ass out as you lean over it acting like you’re waiting to order another drink. Your dress clinging so tight over your ass cheeks and hips. Issa snickers into her glass, watching Seb place a hand on his chest with a silent oof.
“Oh shit. He’s peepin hella hard now.” Issa narrates but you feel not only one pair of lusty blue eyes on your backside but two. “But damn, why is Chris Evans lookin so pissed off like that?! Oh! Wait! Shit, shit he’s heading this way. He coooomin biiiiitch,” she damn near sings shimmying her shoulders, “Damn! Sebastian is looking like he wants to eat your ass for a late night snack bitch. Want me to go?”
A bartender still hasn’t waited on you, which is perfect. Your blood pumping so hard in your veins, anticipating Seb’s warm voice in your ear soon. You could almost do a little dance yourself, knowing Chris is squirming watching his best bud come put the moves on his girl really revved you up.
“When he gets here, yeah.” You turn your chin a little towards her, your cheeks warming up feeling him approach.
“Shiiiiii, well I’m out then. Keep me posted.”
As Sebastian gets closer, Issa spins away and heads out into the party. His scent overwhelming you as he slips in beside you where Issa once stood.
“Need a refill gorgeous?” Sebastian’s voice is just...sinful. Slowly turning to face him, you smile and bat your eyelashes all innocently. Putting on for him, you lace your words with sugar and honey.
“Yes, please. Seems like a girl can’t get any attention tonight.”
A part of you wishes Chris could hear how sweet you are with Seb, a polar opposite of how you treated him the first time he approached you. It would positively make him sick with jealousy. Sebastian can’t wipe that curly smile off his handsome face or keep his devious eyes off your slim thick body as he motions for a bartender that magically appears the minute his finger is up in the air. Impressed you lift your eyebrow.
“Two of whatever the lady is drinking.” Sebastian calls over to the impatient bartender.
“Bulleit Rye. Neat.” You announce entirely hypnotized by his intense eyes drowning deep into yours. Your chest and cheeks so flustered you weren’t prepared for the level of sexiness he exudes in real life. You might be in over your head some but fuck it. Dressed in all black, standing near each other like this you both look up to no good.
“Damn...love me a girl who knows her whisky.” He compliments, the corners of his lips arching further up his scruffy cheek.
“I always know what I want...and I go for it with zero hesitation...”
Your drinks are placed between the two of you locked in an aroused stare off. How wrong would it be to kiss that long snarky grin of his? You couldn’t help but imagine. This was going better than you imagined in your office this morning. After a bit, Sebastian scoops up the drinks and signals for you to follow him with that dastardly smile no woman could resist. Your phone’s vibrating like crazy in your clutch resting beneath your folded arm. Almost snickering at how often it alerts a text or whatever it can only be him or maybe Issa. But you really hope it’s him somewhere losing his shit while you follow Seb and his cool ass walk to a private seating area just for the two of you. Adding extra umph to your strut, you’re begging for a fuming Chris Evans to be watching from a hidden spot in the crowd with his fake girlfriend concerned on his arm.
Indeed, Chris is panicked, freaking out when he lost sight of you and his best friend in the venue. He knows him. He definitely knows you. And the way you two were blatantly eye fucking each other across these room in front of him, anything was bound to happen. Twitching and fidgeting, he really wants to set out to look for you guys but he couldn’t with her with him. Tempted to shove her in an Uber so he could run interference. Of course you’re not going to look at your phone, out here proving an ultimate secret point that only he’s aware of.
“Chris, what’s wrong? You look like you’re going to throw up.” She asks him in a small worried voice, looking at him breaking his neck to find the two of you but Sebastian made sure you guys were tucked away no one could interrupt.
Lazily sweeping his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh crossed closely to his crossed legs towards you, Sebastian’s laying his charm on thick, drowning you in his sweet molasses tone, letting his accent slip on occasion. Your hand cradling your head you let Seb go on and on about whatever, giggling and drowning in his heat. Yeah you were definitely off the deep end, insanely swept away in every little thing about him. The way his dark blue eyes would dart all over your body when you talked. How your knee kept rubbing harder against his the more he teased your thigh with soft touches. The way you blushed and your smile stretched across your face the moment he hit you with some Romanian. Fuck. This plan’s starting to turn on you a bit. Breaths weighted, lips inching closer and closer the more he speaks about whatever the fuck he’s saying because let’s be honest, you stopped listening the second you felt his hot whisky riddled breath pat against parted lips just dying to taste him. Fuck...you really shouldn’t but...he’s right fuckin there...
And so is Chris, finally finding you two after he shoved her in an Uber like he knew he would the moment he saw you in that fuckin dress he’s never even seen before. The sight of you two almost kissing, Sebastian’s hand sliding up your ass cheek, knocks all the wind out of him. Now he might throw up. But like a bolt of lightning struck down your spine, you violently push yourself away, and snap your head to see Chris damn near doubled over, pale and distraught. Fuck.
Gasping, you stop Seb’s hand from grabbing a chunk, halting his advances with your fingers against his pouty lips.
“Um, shit, fuck, um...I gotta go to the bathroom right quick. Don’t move.” You flash the most awkward, busted smile at him before you throw yourself off the couch and fly towards Chris, burning red, discreetly motioning him to follow you. God fuck, did you wish that to happen because you sure felt like it and a part of you felt so shitty about it. But a larger part of you is still in your feelings about them. No telling where this fight’s going to go.
“Are you fuckin serious?!” Chris shout-whispers through clenched teeth, backing you into a wall of a empty hallway. “Sebastian. Really. Do you know how fucked up you’re being.”
You inhale sharply, keeping a stone cold look on your face, riding in on your own fury into this. Faces so close you two didn’t know whether to kiss or big face one another. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about Chris.”
Scoffing, damn near shouting fuck, Chris shoves himself away from you, fists clenched again, grunting to himself. “Don’t. Don’t YN.” He warns turning to face you again. “Don’t fuckin do that bullshit.”
Now you’re charging at his statuesque body. He looked damn good too in this cognac sweater hugging each ripple on his muscular frame. “Remember all that shit you just said a fuckin few days ago in my fuckin face? All those stupid shitty empty ass promises you just keep fuckin failing?! Hm?! ‘I’m gonna get better baby I promise. No more slip ups I got you baby.’” You mock in a whiny voice, flailing your arms around, shoving at those thick shoulders of his until he hit the adjacent wall. Shooting daggers down on you going off on him. “God you’re so fuckin full of shit. You’re here with her! And once again, you failed to tell me! What the fuck Evans?!”
Huffing silently to himself, Chris watches you pace back and forth in the dress he wanted to rip off you through anger fueled squinted eyes.
“You...just almost kissed...my fuckin...best friend YN WHAT THE FUCK.” He almost shouts but checks himself, quickly calming himself. Shrugging your shoulders with a defeated sigh, you know you’re going to regret the words as you say them,
“Almost. But, don’t worry your pretty little head babe.” Slowly approaching his still huffing body, you tap a nail under his chin. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t out do you.” You weren’t even going to go home with Sebastian so you don’t even know why you said the words but fuck it. If you were going to be done, let be done in a roaring blaze. Even though Chris knew you were full of shit, didn’t make the words hurt any less. He knew what you were doing...he just wish you didn’t let it go down like this. You could see the hurt in those crystal blue eyes, shattering as they watch you walk away and say over your shoulder, “better get back to your girl.”
You didn’t go back to Sebastian. You didn’t go back to Issa. You just went home and text her saying that you dipped out because you didn’t feel well. It wasn’t a lie. Your head’s swimming, unsure what the hell just happened. What did you just do? That question floated around your empty head for days until the announcement that you’ll be heading to NYC for a production meeting slammed you back into reality. Fine, you needed a distraction. You hadn’t heard from Chris since you left him there broken in that dark hallway. Yeah you were done but you didn’t want to be done like that. But it was too late for that. You made your bed. Besides diving into work was the only thing keeping your feet moving forward. If you stopped, there’s no telling what you might do. You couldn’t help but miss him but you burned that bridge. Even across the country the question still circled. What did you do? What did you do?
Brain on autopilot, you barely enjoyed being away. Your personal cell off the entire trip you only focus on the show and all the things that need to be done before you’re back on a plane heading home again. To no one. Not even him. Stepping out of LAX into the searing California sun, you dig your phone out, deciding to reconnect to a world you’ve been ignoring since you left.
Just as you’re about to drop it back in your bag, a slew of chimes has you urgently looking back at the screen stunned. Missed texts and calls from Issa. Over ten voicemails. But not one notification from Chris. As all the texts come in, your brain can’t even process what she’s trying to say. From “BITCH OMG WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?!” To “CALL ME ASAP!!!!” You couldn’t figure out the panic until you see a link, a headline she sent directly to you.
EVANS PUBLICLY DUMPS GIRLFRIEND, SAYS HE’S BEEN LIVING A LIE.
A lie?! When did this shit happen?! But then, the photo...you and Chris cozied up on the balcony of your apartment, made to look like a pap shot. Maybe it is a pap shot?! Fuck talkin to Issa. You had to talk to Chris.
“Yeah...”
For someone who just blew his very public Hollywood image for a no name writer, you thought he’d be a little more excited to hear from you. Where do you even start? Hey sorry I’m an asshole? Hey why did you wait until now to make our love a public statement?
“...hey. Um...I just got back into town and I’m...I’m seeing the things...”
“Mmmhmm...” Chris hums into the receiver but doesn’t say much else, leaving you standing awkwardly on the curb wondering one thing:
“Can I come over? I really want to see you. I need to see you...now...”
The uber ride to his place wrecked your nerves. You hadn’t been back there in quite some time now but this time going there seemed dire. Make or break. The image of him the last time you saw him filled the back of your eyes, sending a sharp pain through your chest as you nervously chewed at your nail. God you are an asshole. For him to do all of this...for you? For him? What does it mean? Your ride stops.
Opening the door, Chris takes your bags and you in his strong arms, holding you silently for a bit before releasing you and closing the door behind him.
“Dodger?” You didn’t know what else to say so might as well mention the cutest pup you’ve ever met. Chris sighs a chuckle as you follow him into the living room.
“With Scott. Come on. I’ll put your stuff in my room.”
Okay. So that’s a pretty good sign. Your stuff going into his room means he’s not necessarily putting you out any time soon. His flat screen on a baseball game, a few beer bottles sat on his coffee table. Typical Chris. Another decent sign. Rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans you pick up the coolest bottle and take a swig to relieve your excessively dry throat.
“So,” he announces his return, startling you to face him looking all good considering the shit show the past week has been. Stopping behind his couch, leaving an ample amount of space between you two, Chris stares you down looking all anxious and cute. “You saw.”
Nervously you nod, bringing your nail back to your lips but retracting remembering Chris hates when you do that. “Uh yeah...but why?” You’re afraid to ask.
Chris looks down at his feet and shrugs. “Honestly? Sebastian hasn’t shut up about you since that night so...I had to do something.”
Damn, that’s insane to hear. Almost made you grin but now is clearly not the time. But to leave a lasting impression on Sebastian...? It didn’t matter anyway. You know your heart belongs to Evans. Couldn’t deny it even if a gun was pointed at your head.
“Even after everything I said? That I did?” You have to lock your fingers behind your back from anxiously gnawing on them, looking up at him with sheepish eyes. Chris barks a laugh, shaking his head walking to the sofa to stretch them long buff arms along it, staring at you with this look you’d never seen before.
“Oh no. No, it’s not gonna be that easy baby. I expect some apologizing...some graveling even.”
Never seen him look so sick but sexy before. Never heard him ask you to gravel but you’re willing to do anything to make up how much of a brat you had been that night you almost kissed Seb. Closing in on that sick smirk of his, you kneel on the couch cushion before him, ready to say just about anything for his forgiveness...that could lead up to your punishment. Chris doesn’t pull away from you lining your eyes with his, allowing his familiar smell to envelop you. You breathe it in so deeply into your lungs.
“I’m so sorry baby...” your words hushed but serious, “for pushing the line like that. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
“Mmm...I wanna believe you babe...” Chris croons, standing away from you. “But I know you’re lying.”
You twitch a frown up at his smirk. “What? That’s not true. I admit, I wanted to push your buttons, make you jealous but almost kissing Seb...” Listening to you Chris circles around the sofa and you follow, still pleading your case on your knees. His big firm hand dragging over the edge as he strut his way around. “...that was me being selfish and stupid. I knew that it was wrong but I didn’t care I was so mad at you. So tired of feeling left out.”
Tsking at you as he takes a seat next to you on the sofa, he snatches you by the jaw. “You were being impatient...and fuckin brat baby. Say it.”
You don’t even hesitate behind his hold, that cold glare, whimpering, “I was being impatient and a brat.” You echo and Chris releases his grip, grazes the edge of his thumb under your bottom lip.
“I know I was fucking up okay? And I meant every sorry I gave you, fucked into you.” Pinching your chin Chris draws you closer to his pretty pink lips. “It wasn’t a game. I was seriously struggling...all I ever wanted was you babe.”
“So you had all of this planned?” You whimper, caressing the tip of your nose against his. The tip of your tongue grazing the edge of his upper lip.
“Of course.” Chris pecks you sweetly while bracing your cheek, “I told you...I was going to handle it. I couldn’t do another day in that bullshit.”
Chris sounds so vulnerable you practically fall onto his mouth, slipping an eager tongue to taste him. You really miss the way he tastes. His big hands lift you into his warm lap, moaning into you, grinding you down onto his hard on.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry babe.” You pant against his lips, rocking your hips back and forth on him. Needing him so badly. All the feelings you’ve been suppressing taking over you. Roughly slotting your shaking hands through his soft hair. You and Chris sighing and whimpering, starving for one another.
“I’m sorry too YN. You’re my girl, fuck...I fuckin love you.”
It’s the first time he’s ever said it and it didn’t startle you. If anything, it made you want to cry.
“Chris.” But he stops you with another mind blowing kiss. Wrapping a tight hold around your waist he lifts you both off the couch to take you to his bed. Lip locked and moaning faintly. Locking your ankles around his right lower back. How dumb could you be to almost let him go like that?
“I mean it baby.” He sighs a breath looking so deep and longing into your eyes. “Forever. You and me.”
The words gutted you but in the best way. Your middle burning for him. Bottoming out your heart your lids well up. “Yeah,” you choke with a smile, “yeah of course Chris.”
Suddenly caught up in a whirlwind of needy sighs and breathy laughs, clothes practically slip off you like water and before you know it, Chris is shoving his hefty cock through your slippery folds with a shaky huff.
“Fuuuuck I missed you YN.” His voice shakes as he sighs his confession, filling you up so deep your back arches off the bed with a low whine. Can’t believe you’ve gone this long without him splitting you open like this. Taking his time with it like he always does but for whatever reason this time has more feeling. More sentiment. You always take every single inch of him with ease. His dick throbbing against your wet walls that suck him in.
“I missed you more Chris.” You desperately moan careening your head back on his covers. Obsessed with the way he makes you feel so full.
“God baby you look so good taking my dick, fuck.” Dragging his big strong hands over your tits down to your stomach to grab ahold of your hips. Admiring the way your pussy lips spread so perfectly around his girth, pulling him back in when he rolls his hips away. “I missed the way you feel, the way you smell. The way you look stretched out and weak beneath me.”
Your pathetic whimper’s your only response as Chris catches his rhythm, pounding the hilt of his cock into your squirting hole.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fu...” Chanting and gasping you fist his covers, losing yourself. Squirming and falling apart. He’s tearing into you like he’s in love with every bit of you. Holding you down into the mattress.
“Yeah that’s right babe. Don’t have shit to say now huh?”
You really don’t. And that’s okay. You’ve done enough, said enough. Besides the way he’s fuckin into you with such passion and gumption, you had no thoughts. Just the head of his dick nudging deep into your spot. You just shake your head no.
“That’s fuckin right. My dick driving you out of your fuckin mind.”
The more he talked to shit, the harder his thrusts got, bouncing you off his pelvis with each hit. Knocking silent moans from your chest.
“You love me baby? Huh?” But you have no voice. Chris huffs a laugh at your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a silent cry. “Love the way I’m fuckin you right now huh?”
“Fuck!” It’s all you could squeeze out of your wound up body, chest so tight you felt like you were going to pass out if you don’t cum soon but you’re so close, choking his dick out that he’s just about to bust with you. Roaring as he digs his fingers deeper into your hip bones, bruising your burnt caramel skin so good.
“Ugh fuckin...fuuuck meee.” He sputters, arms and legs spasming between your shuddering thighs and your heavy gasps. The two of you ready to bust all over each other. “I’m gonna cum—oh fuck...”
You’re the first to break, shouting out, “I fuckin love you Chris!” Crumbling and breaking down, crying as you finally say the words that you’d never thought you’d say to someone like him. And to mean it? Not in this reality...but then again, here you are, being held so close to his beefy body, screaming at the top of your lugs how much you love him as he growls into your clammy neck, stilling out inside of you. Chests heaving, rib cages crashing.
Wiping your tears away, Chris shushes your sobs, kissing at your damp cheeks with a soft smile as you regain consciousness. Your slender arms slack over his rippling shoulders.
“Baby...” he whispers into your round cheeks, nuzzling his sweet handsome face into you, “baby, hey, you okay? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
So lost in the haze of his affection, you nod, whispering back, “I know Chris. I know...please don’t...”
He holds you the rest of the evening, taking turns sleeping and conversing, still confessing your love for one another. Reconnecting and studying each other’s post sex, blissed out, smitten faces. This is all you ever wanted, without all the secrecy and now that it’s out, you guys felt airy and silly. But most of all, this felt right. You never want to leave his arms again.
“So do I live here now?” Sheepishly, you ask playing with the hairs on his forearms and he just laughs gently.
“Part time, sure. If that’s if you want.” He snuggles close pressing his luscious lips to your temple. You can’t bite back the grin stretching over your lips.
“Okay babe. Also...Seb completely off limits or...?”
Partially groaning and laughing, Chris playfully shoves you away before snatching you back, locking you in a grizzly bear hold as you laugh hysterically into his hairy flexed pecs. You couldn’t resist it even though you probably shouldn’t have...but he’s a champ about it.
“Don’t push your luck babe...you’re lucky you’re fuckin cute.”
