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Mr Model

Summary: Chris needs to have some pictures taken...

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1k

AN: Part of the Chaotic Vibes series where, sometimes, when Chris posts something on Instagram (or in this case, Chris is tagged in something on Instagram) I write a little something to go along with it.

It’s been a while, I know. Believe me, I know! My friend eL (who came up with the title of this series) still sends me all of Chris Evans’ posts, probably hoping one of them would inspire me to write another piece but so far none of them really did (Sorry, Chris. And eL!). Until now... So here we are. Hope you enjoy!

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“Babe?”

“Yeah,” you reply absentmindedly, not looking up from where you are prepping tonight’s dinner. It’s a new recipe, a casserole you have been wanting to try for a while now and even though it looks quite simple there are apparently a lot of ingredients that go into it and so you decided to gather everything you need first, instead of grabbing whatever you need as you go along like you usually do.

“Can you help me with something?” His voice is much closer now and this time you do look up, smiling when you see him carry a small cardboard box into the kitchen. He sets it down on the counter and walks towards you then, hands on your hips as he kisses your temple, “You think my in-house photographer is available to take some pictures or is she too busy?”

You dry your hands on the tea towel that’s lying on the counter before you turn around and look up at him, your hands cupping his face as you push yourself up on your toes and give him a kiss, “She can probably spare a few minutes.”

“Yeah?” He chases after you when you pull back, his lips ghosting over yours when he says, “I heard there’s a pretty generous compensation, so-”

“That right?” You smile into the kiss, “Might have to demand a downpayment then.”

With a wicked grin Chris dips his head down and lets his lips trail over your jaw, nipping at your skin wherever his mouth lands, dragging his tongue over your skin as he makes his way further down. His hands have found their way underneath your sweater, soft fingers grazing your skin as he backs you up against the counter, effectively caging you in.

You tilt your head back to give him better access almost instinctively and let out a small whimper when you feel him press against you just as he starts sucking on the skin just below your ear. “Chris,” you breathe, your hands in his hair as you roll your hips, trying to create some friction. When his hands roam further up, cupping your breasts over your bra, you let out a quiet moan, “Fuck.”

He pulls back and looks at you with that mischievous grin you love so much, “That didn’t take long.”

“Yeah, well-” you shrug, deciding two can play this game as you ghost your fingers over the zipper of his jeans, “-can’t help it you still turn me on after all these years, Evans.”

He groans at your touch before he lets his forehead rest against yours, his breathing a little more erratic now and a warning in his voice when he says, “Don’t-”

“Don’t what,” you reply innocently, your hand cupping him through his jeans now. “Don’t touch you? Should have thought of that before you grabbed on, babe,” you counter with a grin, letting your eyes fall down to where his hands are, still hidden away from view under your sweater.

He shakes his head, giving you another kiss as he pulls his hands back. He puts his mouth to your ear then and whispers, “You got a smart mouth on ya, babe. Better put it to good use later.”

“Oh, I will,” you promise.

He sighs in defeat and takes a step back then, “Ok. We should focus, I need to get these pictures out before five.”

A quick glance at the clock tells you there’s still enough time but you don’t decide to push it and instead you take your phone out of your back pocket and tell him, “Tell me what to do.”

He grabs the cardboard box and out comes a set of nesting dolls that are painted to look like five of the Avengers and two hand painted mugs, “I just need a few shots with these-”

“These are cute,” you say as you pick up the Black Widow nesting doll, which is the smallest of the five. “Are these for us?”

“Nah,” he shakes his head, holding out his hand to take the doll from you. “This local company made them. Asked me to sign them so they can sell them and donate the money to charity.” He looks at you with a smile, “They just need some pictures for their website.”

“I can do that,” you tell him with a smile. “You want to do this here, or-”

“Here is good,” he says, arranging the nesting dolls in front of him. “I was thinking one or two with the dolls and then one with the mug?”

“Sure.” You motion for him to come over, “Come here for a sec,” and when he does you run a hand through his hair and tug on his t-shirt to try and get out any wrinkles that might show up on camera. You look up at him, “Necklace in or out?”

“Out,” he replies, tilting his chin up so you can make sure it hangs centered on his chest. A quick kiss then when you’re done, “Thank you.”

“Sure thing, Mr Model,” you tell him with a wink. You wave towards the kitchen island, “If you stand there I think we have good lighting.” A giggle then, “And you won’t see the mess I’ve made on the counter.”

“Perfect,” he agrees and moves to where you’ve asked him to stand.

Pulling up your camera app you change the settings ever so slightly, making sure the pictures come out in the highest quality, and then tell him to go for it. You snap at least fifteen pictures, smiling throughout at just how good he looks in all of them. Once you’re convinced you’ve got what you need you show him the pictures, “Do you want me to send all of them?”

He shakes his head, “Just send those three,” and taps your screen to select the pictures. Taking your phone from you he quickly types in his PR manager’s email address and sends the mail from your account, like he has done so many times before. When he’s done he hands you your phone back and carefully puts everything back into the box.

“So,” you draw out, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth as you look at him. You lean against the counter, hands reaching out to him and grabbing onto the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to you. Letting your lips ghost over his you once again cup him over his jeans, “I’ll take the rest of my payment now, if you don’t mind.”

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