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Abroad Pt.11
(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)
Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?
Word count: 4k
Warnings: Smut +18!! Bad Times at the El Royale spoilers.
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The morning came and went accompanied with security while trailing through S.T.A.T.I.O.N. while Chris pretended like he knew about it before yesterday. While you followed him through the entrance they had the manager and a few workers to show him around and answer any questions he had. A few people in the store turned into way too many before they started blocking off the entrance, letting only those who had booked for the tour through. He whisked through the gift shop section messing around with toys, nick nacks, and posing with his ‘life size’ cut out that was still not tall enough. You laughed way too hard at a few gifts, rolling your eyes when he acted concerned when his hammer didn’t come rushing towards him, while a few fans around him laughed, just pumping up his ego for him.
We finally gathered around the tour entrance with the few lucky people that actually booked this tour in advance not knowing he was going to be there. You went through the motions knowing what was in store because you had been through it before. Your camera roll was filled with pictures of him playing simulation games, posing inappropriately on Cap’s motorcycle, and trying to lift the hammer from its throne.
When you exited the tour back into the gift shop, he quickly took a group picture with the store staff and you both were ushered out quickly by security, straight to the valet bay of the hotel. Your eyes widened, tightening your grip on his hands as you followed behind him walking past maybe a hundred people who were roped out of the store, all who had came in the thirty minutes it took to go through it all.
“That was one of the coolest things ever!” He turned to you as he shut the car door behind you both.
“I know! I think I have a hundred pictures of you in there.” He scrolled through the pictures, sending himself a few, waiting to post them until the morning.
The day was wasted away by shopping, day drinking, and probably annoying the shit out of the two guys you had following you both all day. You both trailed all the way down the strip, spending a lot of time in New York New York, gambling a little, and enjoying dinner at the end of the strip - Mandalay Bay at House of Blues.
He dragged your hungover lifeless self out of bed the next morning, throwing you some clothes for the day and handing over bags to the concierge at the door before you could protest for your face wash, only leaving you with a toothbrush to stuff in your purse later. How he was always more of an early bird than yourself was astonishing, but he was. You both grabbed breakfast from a bakery in the hotel before leaving and admiring the Grand Canyon. At least you were dressed appropriately, appreciating the shorts and top and sandals he grabbed from the suitcase before hauling it away so quick. Your hair was left to a messy braid at the mercy of no hair brush.
He was back on road trip mode, trying to stick to his schedule which entailed driving for almost 10 hours today. You made him allow you the first few hours to drive so you could actually be awake during that time before the driving makes you sleepy.
You stared out the window at the boring open dark fields only lit by scarce street lamps, bored out of your mind. The brilliant idea of admiring his profile came to light. You had thought from the get go that him driving was too attractive to be normal. His thighs resting spread on the seat, forearms flexing as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the music playing through the cab. It was no secret at this point that his hands were enough to turn you on.
The wiggling in your seat went completely unnoticed by him as he plowed through a bag of gummy bears.
“Those gummy bears taste good?” You questioned him with a sly look. He replied with a duh, glancing your way, double taking when he caught the mischievous look on your face.
“What, is up with you?” He tried to eye you from the side, focusing more on the road once you clicked the seatbelt free.
“Hey don’t do that.” He dropped a few more gummy bears from his hand in his mouth and reached for the buckle pulling it back down, while you shifted your feet off the dash. You stared shamelessly at his hand pulling across your midsection at the strap.
“O’ come on. You are not gonna kill me are you?” You grabbed his hand from the strap and pushed his hand back to the wheel. “Two hands,” you told him sternly sliding your fingers across the center console to his thighs, and propping up on your knees in the seat.
“Babe what the..” Your hands squeezed his inner thigh, “Fuck, what are you...” You spent no extra minute going for his button and zipper, squeezing him through his jeans. Pressing small suctioned kisses to his neck.
“You..” He pulled his head away and looked at you bewildered. “You are dirty!” You just smiled in retaliation, biting your lip, wanting him to comply.
“Are you telling me no?” - “You are a dirty dirty girl! You act so shy and sweet and shit but you are dirty!”
You went again flexing your hand under his pants and feeling how hard he got confirming your interests. Momentarily, he lost focus, eyes switching to your hold on him, and jerking the car back into his lane, though it was late in the middle of seemingly nowhere with no one around you.
“Two hands on the wheel Chris,” you said again, reiterating what you meant earlier. You left your station by his face, sinking down under his arms and pulling him out from his jeans. You jerked him in your hands feeling him harden completely under your grasp, his pelvis jumping at your contact. You took the liberty of licking a fat strip along the side, skimming past the tip, wrapping your lips around the side. A frustrated grunt left this lips but he didn’t speak.
You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucking hard till you heard him hiss from above you. The car jerk slightly again giving you a rush of power and adrenaline while you worked him over.
You decided to play nice and you sucked him down taking as much as you could flat against your tongue, fingers tightening around what you couldn’t get at the angle. The wet warm feel of your throat closing over him had him fighting to keep his eyes peeled open. When you pumped him and pulled him in deeper you felt one of his hands wrap through your hair, not to guide you but almost to ground himself. You worked him over quickly when you could sense he was trying hard to not kill you both.
His hips stuttered pressing into your tight throat and getting more vocal had you working harder till you felt his grasp tighten on the back of your neck, brushing your hair opposite so he could see you. He came fast after, shooting down your throat while you sucked him clean till he tried to shift away from you in the seat from over stimulation.
Did he still think you were dirty? Yes.
Was he going to act like he didn’t enjoy it? No.
~
Many stupid car games and a short hotel stay later, you were finally coming into town, your turn to drive of course. Chris sent your mom a text from your phone with the ETA and she let you know they were all out at the ballfield, game just started.
Second inning just started by the look of the scoreboard as you pulled into the parking lot. Nerves started to float through Chris as he unbuckled his seatbelt trying to keep up with you who was itching to get inside already.
You paid at the gate and grabbed his hands so he would stop walking like a snail. He was just terrified of finally meeting your brother in person, he seemed to be the most important person to you.
“Look! He’s on deck!” You pointed down to where he was stepping out of the dugout with a bat in hand, Chris watched as he swung in line with the pitch even though he wasn’t on the plate.
“You know I don’t know much about baseball right?” You smile politely back at him, figuring as much.
“I’ll teach you.” You walked down the far side of the stands so he wouldn’t see you, not like he pays attention to the onlookers on a normal day anyway. You pointed out your parents in their seats and while he walked that way, you walked straight to the fence watching your brother step up to the plate.
Just as the pitcher was hiking, you let it slip, “Hey Tyler, homer for me, all right?”
Strike one.
He instantly flew around, distracted by the sudden sound of your voice yelling out to him from behind. Eyes finding you immediately. You waved and gave him a thumbs up, quickly pointing over to where your parents where and Chris slowly walking over there.
Meanwhile Chris was about to shit himself, meeting your parents with you not next to him. The resemblance of your mother was hard to look away from, both of you almost identical.
Your mom was the one to take initiative calming his nerves while your father merely looked his way with wave, focusing back on the game and his seeds, calling out as Ty hit a triple off the right field fence.
You met Ty at the fence as he came home, smiling and pointing up at Chris with your parents. To say it surprised him was an understatement.
Your days home were spent well, bringing lunch with your mom at the hospital while she was working, cooking dinner one night when they both got off work. You showed him around your city filled with pride and sadness from missing it. You both shopped, went to another game, and had drinks with Ty, Chaz, and a few other mutual friends after the game.
A lake day took place on Saturday, pulling out both your parents Seadoos and Chief Cox’s boat, courtesy of Chaz. Getting sunburned and swimming in the dirty water was the best past time.
Church on Sunday, required by your father, but you think it was mostly to see how Chris would behave. He seemed to slide right in as you greeted some long lost acquaintances that you hadn’t seen in a long time but grew up with. Chris and your dad had gotten along well so far, to your knowledge.
A Sunday family dinner and a stormy/tornado-y Monday came a went slowly. He 100% lost his chill while listening to the NEWS broadcaster. Meanwhile, your father was perched out on the front patio AKA the driveway, with lawn chairs, craft beer, and a few neighbor buddies.
Tuesday night your last night home. You sat next to him on the couch eating dinner while your brother prompted to telling stories of yourself to embarrass you, you not hesitating to start back.
“Do you like him, mom?” You asked her shyly. The three disappeared into the garage. You leaned against the kitchen counter as she put away leftovers and started the dishwasher.
“I do,” you waited for her to continue speaking. “He’s funny, very intuitive, and I can see he loves you, a lot.” You looked away from her blushing. A small smile to yourself was present.
“Well, I’m glad you think so.”
You walked to the garage door and threw it open to see what they were doing. All three eyes immediately snapped to the door, none of them moving a muscle. They stayed silent waiting to see what you were doing.
“Uh ok,” sensing the weird vibe, “I’ll just go back inside.”
“No sweetheart your fine,” your dad dismissing it, “come here.” He motioned you over, throwing down a towel.
“Chris here, doesn’t know what these are. Do you?” You rolled your eyes at him, figuring they were probably testing his knowledge out here.
“They are spacers, Ty- did you seriously get new tires again?”
Chris sat silently, leaning against the workbench. Your presence halted their reactions. He wasn’t able to get their answers yet.
His hands were sweating, knowing this was the only time he was going to be able to talk to them about this. He had put it off to the last, last second, seeing as you were both leaving in the morning.
His silence caught their attention while they were goofing around taking tires off, trying to relay their knowledge on to him.
“I had a great time here,” he told them to start off. “I loved it honestly, thank you for hosting us.” Was that too formal?
Your dad didn’t know how to respond, starting to eye him sceptically. “Well, you’re welcome son. Don’t be too shy about bringing her back around, you hear?”
Chris nodded in understanding, your brother finally standing up straight to observe the interaction.
Your dad was not one to speak very much. He was pretty simple in your eyes. He kept his family happy, protected his family, and watched out for those he loved. He was not a man of many words. Never had been.
“No of course, she was so happy to be here, I’m glad she’s willing to share it with me.” Your dad stood up straight, throwing a towel over his shoulder and crossing his arms, daring him to continue.
“Listen,” Chris stopped, searching for words. “I know it’s been what, 8 months since I have met her. But I love her, I do.” He looked away, scratching the back of his neck while your dad burned holes into his head. “I think she would think I was absolutely insane if I asked her now, to allow me to spend my life with her, but I would drop everything tomorrow to keep her.”
His eyes almost start to water under the pressure of asking this, feeling slightly overwhelmed and outnumbered. “I’m not saying this is going to be anytime soon, I just- I know, myself, I won’t be able to see you both often and I want to ask before I lose my chance to.”
Your brother stilled, watching him like a statue. “Im- I am asking permission to marry your d-” the garage door flew open, revealing a curious woman of the hour. Chris’s heart jumping out of his skin at the intrusion of the silence.
“Uh ok, I’ll just go back inside.”
You rolled your eyes at Ty, what he had was never good enough, of course he felt the need to upgrade again. He takes after his father.
“Are you okay?” You took a few steps in his direction after noticing his silence. Chris nodded and forced a smirk at you.
“You guys be nice to him!” You yelled back at your father and brother, pointing their way. “Blink three times if I need to save you from them.” You loudly whispered jokingly, but also 1000% serious.
“I’m nice!”-”I’m always nice!” Their responses went ignored while you shook his arm, trying to get him to stop acting like a robot.
“I’m good Princess,” he was sly with a kiss on your forehead, nudging you to go back inside.
There is that stupid word again, ‘I’m good’. Whatever. Whenever someone says that, they are always, in fact, not good.
You double checked him again with your eyes before making your way back inside. Going out there was an awkward mistake. The door pressed shut behind you while he forced himself to hold up his head. A beat of tension passed before he figured he’d try to not make himself seem like such a pussy.
“Ty, I-”
“I know Chris, I got it.” Ty held his hand out, stopping him from speaking. He had heard enough, and he already knew his answer.
Ty was positioned just behind his father who made a thoughtful moment, picking up the towel again and busying himself to avoid talking. Chris’s locked-in focus switched between them both, catching on Ty while he gave a slight nod of his head in approval, turning back to finish what he had started for the evening.
“Son, I just have one question,” your father spoke with a soft voice. “I know my daughter, I know what she wants.”
Chris felt another wave of nervousness flood over him, Ty ignoring him after he had given his response had left out his safety blanket.
“What she wants, you have already had.” Your father stopped again. It was never in his intention to sound rude, and he will try his damn best to never be. He gathered his words while Chris stood at attention, subconsciously crossing his arms, a movement most often misread as a defense mechanism, but was really a form of self comfort in distressing situations.
He looked up, finally ignoring the towel once again. “You had a family Chris, I know that much. You had three children and a wife.”
A sinking feeling settled in Chris’s stomach. He didn’t figure your father would pull an old fashioned moral on him, he’d been married and divorced. Of course he has reservations.
“My question is, are you able and willing to give my daughter a family?”
“And before you answer that, I know you know what I’m talking about. The girl had been maternal since the moment she could carry the weight of a baby doll in her hands. You have seen her with children. That’s the reason you are standing in front of me for pete’s sake... But I can only imagine the life you live.” The ever returning silence of the three had only a moment before he reiterated the one question he wanted answered. “Are you willing to give my daughter a family?”
“I-,” he stopped to gather himself. He took the question way to deeply. When he meant that he would drop everything tomorrow for you, he lied. He would do it the moment you asked. He cleared his throat, shaking away the stupid emotions that he dare say hurt his masculinity a bit. “I would give her anything.”
~
“You’re not going to make me listen to this every time you drive are you?” You may or may not have added Jonas Brothers to your own road trip playlist. But it was only a few songs, and the rest consisted of Chris Stapleton, way too much 80s rock, and old Justin Timberlake. Just wait until he gets a whiff of the Juke Box Hero concert you were going to put on, although it was nothing compared to Back in Black.
“You have headphones, my dear. Don’t complain.” You have about two more hours till you passed into Tennessee, loaded with Miley’s address in google maps.
He rolled his eyes and laid back the seat, throwing an arm over his eyes, refusing to admit he didn’t mind a little bit of red dirt.
His turn to drive took place before driving through the city. You turned over in the laid back seat so he couldn’t see your phone screen even if he wanted to, sneaking in some headphones. You were not very discreet, stealing glances to make sure he wasn’t going to pay attention to you while you opened the Hulu app. You still had roughly three hours and it seemed like the perfect time to watch a movie, one that you hadn’t seen but wouldn’t admit to never seeing.
You stayed still pressing play on Bad Times, stealing one last glance in his direction before turning up the volume on the head phones and zoning in.
~
So remember that thing about not being able to be sneaky? Yea, you were already an hour and a half into the movie and you still hadn’t seen him. You stayed confused watching things happen with no explanation silently wishing for answers because it was so mysterious.
The scene cut to a young girl sitting in the sand before you heard his voice float through the headphones, and a more than arousing american accent with a southern ring to it. You pushed back a gasp, covering your mouth with the fingers sticking above the blanket to attempt to conceal the expression on your face as Billy walked into the water, naked.
Another 20 or so minutes of confusing hotel drama, and a girl calling her father on the phone while her sister wants to kill her, or maybe save her? You didn’t even know at this point.
There he was again. Walking in the rain through the parking lot. That is when you put the damn phone call together. She wasn’t calling her father. She was calling Billy. She called him Daddy. A snort left you mouth once your realized she was calling him on the phone, not her father.
As soon as the sound left you, you froze not looking up at him though he didn’t shoot you a glance. Maybe he didn’t hear it.
You are almost 100% certain your mouth didn’t close for the rest of the movie. Finding them all tied up and sitting scared shitless while he paraded around with some pie and a gun. You sucked in a breathe once you realized the sick game Billy was playing. The poor concierge shaking in his seat pleading with the Priest.
The movie consumed your reality, slipping a ‘what the fuck’ from your lips once the older sister was shot point blank.
“What are you watching over there?” His voice broke you from your trance, making you jump in the spot. Looking at you from over his shoulder. Fast reflexes left your system as you squealed a ‘nothing’ and placed a death grip around the phone, shrinking away and backing into the door.
You tried your best to ignore him and control yourself, sinking back into the movie. You found yourself mouthing an ‘oh shit’ silently while they got loose and started attacking Billy, beating the shit out of each other.
The commotion made it impossible to peel your eyes away from the screen, secretly rooting for Billy. And then it happened and the gasp was loud, shaking you to the core, and there was no way of dismissing it that time. You were not ready for that. You heard him ask again what you were watching over the noise in the head phones, but you ignored him. In turn watching him fall dead on the screen with a bullet shot clear between the brows. The blanket fell off your shake-y hands while you cringed, trying to look away from the screen but not able to.
“(Y/n) seriously what is it?” You look away from the screen and lock your phone, pulling the ear buds out. Is it wrong to say that almost made you sick to your stomach to watch? You didn’t even feel like finishing the movie, though you could probably guess what happens.
“Nothing, nothing. Just a stupid facebook video.” Ok, that was a lie and he knew it. He let it go. You sat up straight in the chair, pulling yourself back together to the land of the living. He made a little small talk about where you were at the moment. You just nodded, acting like you were listening but you knew the image of him getting shot straight in the head was going to haunt you for the next hour before you somehow forget about it. You stared at him as he spoke. Yep, still definitely alive.
He gave you a funny look before you turned back forward from burning your eyes into him. You tried to dissmiss that stupid nagging in your brain, slowly turning to glance his way again. Still breathing.
“What?” The patience losing in his tone, makes sense. “Do I have shit on my face or something?”
Your eyes slightly widened as you forced yourself to look ahead again, shuffling your phone and hands under the blanket, pulling it up to your shoulders. You drew up a knee and rested your chin on it, trying to act interested out the window.
You always had so many questions when you finished a movie, waiting till the end to reminisce, but this was a whole other ball game. Why was cult leader Billy such a turn on, but creep you out at the same time? The movie had you hating him but rooting for him.
Before you knew it, you were back staring his way almost bewildered at the ability to transform into such a character. It was almost freaky but it was his job. Reason number one why you could never do what he does, you are not good at keeping reserved.
“Would you stop staring at me if you are not going to speak, you are freaking me out.”
“Sorry.. sorry.”
“Are you like, like, worked up aga-” Really?
“No. Jesus!”
“Hey! I’m just asking!”
“It’s not like that,” maybe you were worked up but it wasn’t like he was thinking.
“Well, what is it like because I am really confused right now!” He sighed, gripping his hands around the wheel. Damn, he’s the one worked up.
“I was just, I was- I was watching, uhh,” abort mission now. “I was watching Bad Times.” The moment you said it, you regretted it.
“You what? Were you really?” The ecstatic tone in his voice was trampled by the curiosity coming next. “Had you never seen it?” You shook your head.
“Well what else haven’t you seen!” You pondered the thought for a moment, racking your brain for movies you knew he had done. Think… What posters and movies are in the movie room at the house?
“I haven’t seen 12 Strong or Rush. I haven’t seen those Snow white movies. What are they called again?” You almost felt bad that you hadn’t seen the movies. But honestly, were you going to allow yourself to watch them and then have him catch you randomly, so he can get a big head about it? No.
“Are you serious right now? You haven’t, like, done your research or something?” Big head, was that it?
“Seriously, think about what you just said.” You shook that comment away. “I have seen Vacation, but we are not going to talk about that one.”
“Oh c’mon we can talk about it! I should be the one embarrassed here! Not you.” You didn’t reply. You were going to have to burn through all these movies really quick when you got home.
~
You both had burned through Tennessee in two days, laying low through Nashville and avoiding the more popular places. New York was a story in its own. At your request, you both went to a Yankees game, not because you liked the team, more so because you wanted to step foot into the stadium and say you’ve been to a New York Yankees game.
Chris slipped the contract into the post office before heading to the airport, knowing they would receive it by tomorrow since you were in the city.
“I did it.”
“I know you did, I’m proud.” A weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he didn’t regret it. You were right, he needed to do it for closure for himself at least.
“Now I only have one surpirse left while we are in the states, okay?” You eyed him skeptically wondering what he was up to.
You about murdered him when you were brought to a private jet. While he shrugged his shoulders and said it was free, all he had to do was film a quick video inside and post it for it to be sponsored.
“Besides, are you going to say no to joining the mile high club?”
“Yea, you wish.”
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340.4k Likes, 3,415 Comments - Chris Hemsworth (@chrishemsworth) on Instagram: “Picked up a hitchhiker, wasn’t a serial killer which we were stoked about and just happened to be a…”
“Picked up a hitchhiker, wasn’t a serial killer which we were stoked about”
May be the most Australian thing I’ve read this month.
Few Loki HQ screencaps from Thor Ragnarok trailer [x]
Chris & Elsa at their friends white party 🤍
Chris Hemsworth Celebrates Wrapping 'Thor: Love and Thunder' With 'Super Relaxed' Biceps Pic
Chris Hemsworth is celebrating two special occasions -- wrapping Thor: Love and Thunder, and National Don't Flex Day!
The 37-year-old actor took to Instagram on Tuesday, sharing a black-and-white snap of him and Taika Waititi on set of the upcoming Disney/Marvel film. "That’s a wrap on Thor: Love and Thunder," Hemsworth exclaimed. "It's also national don't flex day so I thought this super relaxed photo was appropriate."
"The film is gonna be bats**t crazy off the wall funny and might also pull a heart string or two," he continued. "Lots of love, lots of thunder! Thank you to all the cast and crew who made this another incredible Marvel journey. Buckle in, get ready and see ya in cinemas!!"
Waititi shared the same photo, captioning his, "Sometimes two people come together to inspire the world and change the cinematic landscape forever. And then there's me and @chrishemsworth who are too cool to care about anything except making movies that bring people absolute joy."
"Ok I don't look cool I know that," he joked. "This film is the craziest thing I've ever done and I'm honoured to bust my a** and have a nervous breakdown so you can all see it in May 2022."
Last fall, Natalie Portman admitted during her appearance on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon that she was struggling to get into shape for her role in Thor: Love and Thunder.
"I'm playing the Mighty Thor. There were some of the graphic novels where Jane Foster becomes Thor," Portman explained of her previous role as astrophysicist Jane Foster. "It's going to be really silly and funny and great. We've got [director] Taika Waititi. He's wonderful, so I'm very excited."
"I'm trying," she added, of getting in shape. "I've also had months of pandemic eating baked goods and lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself, so I'm super tired after working out and during and dreading before it."
Waititi previously teased the new Thor installment to ET in October 2019, saying, "Well, if you take Ragnarok, which I feel was a very outlandish and big, bombastic film, we're trying double down on everything we did with that and create something that is even more crazy and even more of a big adventure."
- ET
Abroad Pt.9
Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?
Word count: 6.2k
Warnings: Smut! (18+!!), anxiety feels.
A/N: This took way too long to write.
Masterlist
You stared at the screen as it went dark, watching intensely, trying to figure out what just happened. Your hands were wrapped tightly around one of Chris’s that had been trapped since the opening scene. Only letting go to gasp and cover you face when you saw Thor. The entire movie consisted of you whispering, ‘oh god,’ to yourself under your breathe, swallowing back tears, and trying to consciously remember to close your mouth. You held back all tears until the last scene, soft 40s music flowing through the surround sound. You knew exactly what you were about to see and the water works flowed against your will.
You pulled your eyes from the screen as they went through the cast, trying to nonchalantly wipe away tears with a tissue, knowing your makeup would not be so hot. You tried to side eye Chris next to you but it looked like he was still watching the screen. Sitting up straight you glanced around at the people sitting in front if you and around you, not being able to see who’s who, before you looked at him. His eyes met yours at the same time, both going to laugh at each other for having teary eyes. They both flood over at the same time while you laughed at him.
You shook your head and turned back straight, silently hoping to the gods that stupid tears would stop before the lights go back up.
“That was crazy,” you kept whispering to yourself as everyone started to stand and speak with each other. It’s was loud, Chris leaned down to whisper to you, “That was so crazy.”
More and more people started to grab his attention as the crowd tried to exit the theatre. You stuck back with his brothers letting him have a moment with everyone he’s worked with on the film.
You had to explain yourself to three different people why you couldn’t stop crying, “Steve got to have a life with Peggy!” You exclaimed before fighting the urge to cry again, shaking your head and trying to catch tears with a tissue before they make a mess. You followed the crowd out of the theatre eventually and waited patiently watching Chris mingle with co-stars.
You shooed away Miley and Liam, confident that you would be fine by yourself. You had made eye contact with Chris and waved at him that you were okay. You pulled your phone from your fancy jumpsuit pockets and sent a text your brother that you were crying and he’s going to die when he finally sees it. No more details allowed.
The lobby of the theatre was cold, leaning against a marble wall didn’t help much. Your feet were aching in the stupid shoes that you knew looked good anyway. Negatives weren’t your first thought on your mind, you pushed those away and took in the room around you. Watching Chris say goodbye to his brother and turn back to Mark Ruffalo that looked like he was way too enthusiastic with his comments on the movie. You couldn’t hear him clearly, but he was loud anyway. You spotted Scarlet standing with some people on FaceTime with someone.
Standing alone didn’t seem so bad, there was so much to look at and think about. You pulled up your phone camera checking your eyes, wiping away any smudges successfully, waterproof whatever. You tucked your phone back in the pocket and focused around the room to find someone else to stare at.
The moment you spot him makes your face pale, spotting Chris Evans patting your own Chris on the shoulder. You watched carefully, probably too intently, as they interacted. Your Chris turned slightly and found you with his eyes, Evans shortly following his gaze as he pointed your way. He pointed you out and spoke with him again, nodding his head, turning in your direction.
Oh god. Feeling your pulse quicken, you tried to hide your hands that stupidly develop a tremble at the slightest increase blood pressure. Do you put them on the wall behind you? No. In your pockets? No. Cross them in front of you? No. You eventually stopped shuffling. This is not how you planned this in your head. Chris was supposed to be there to introduced you and initiate the conversation. All regard for looking people in the eyes went out the window.
You quickly looked away, your heart picking up in pace, looking anywhere but them, brushing hair behind your ear. No matter how you presented yourself you were sure he wasn’t going to stop walking towards you and stop watching you fiddle around like it wasn’t happening. You could only pray to god that your makeup wasn’t as bad as you imagined it was.
“(Y/N)? Right?” He said with a smile, damn him.
“Y-yea, hi. It’s nice to meet you,” the pulse in your ears didn’t draw away from the tunnel vision you had at the moment. Up close, where did your composure go?
“It’s nice to finally meet you, you are all he talks about, (y/n) this, (y/n) that. I feel like I already knew you.” Ah, more ‘group message’ talk.
“I feel like I know you already, too.” What a dumb thing to say! Get it together. “Um, the movie was really great, I-I cried a lot.”
“Me too!” You laughed at him, but he sure as hell looked like he hadn’t been crying for three hours.
“Yea but she didn’t cry until she saw Peggy in the last scene,” Chris approached you both, saving you and embarrassing you simultaneously. He stood next to him looking at you, a weird look not going unnoticed, probably questioning why you looked like you’ve seen a ghost, damn him.
Quick, save yourself, “Yea I always had hoped that Steve would get Peggy back somehow and I just lost it.” Ok so it’s official, there is no point in this conversation that is going to be to your gain. You felt awkwardness literally sleeping through your skin, why are you this way? The lightheadedness faded away and now you just felt overly aware of everything you’ve said. Only somehow wishing you could shove off some of this stupid anxiety into someone else.
You looked towards your Chris for a look of approval or some sort of reassurance and was met with nothing short of entertainment.
“Yea that’s why I thought it was so satisfying, it couldn’t have ended better,” he looked away from you and followed your eyes to Chris suddenly aware of the atmosphere you completely created yourself.
“Well, (y/n) it was nice to meet you, I hope to see you again, I’m gonna continue my rounds around here.” Never failing to avoid any type of discomfort. Finally a smooth moment when he offered a shy hug goodbye that you had no problem accepting. You pulled away quickly and shuffling on your sore feet, subconsciously wiping your sweaty hands down your sides as you watched him walk away, totally in your own head starting to imagine better ways that could have gone.
“Uh, careful,” Chris’s voice pulled you out of your gaze, meeting his eyes, “I might get jealous.” Sensing the joke in his tone, you knew he was serious. You couldn’t bring you self to speak, standing fidgety, your eyes wandering trying to focus.
“(Y/n) are you okay?” “I think I’m gonna be sick.” You said quickly avoiding his eyes. He grabbed your arms, bowing his head to meet your eyes, concern furrowing his brows as he watched you.
“I just- where’s the bathroom?” You circled around out of his grasp looking for it, eyes scanning the room, skipping over Evans standing next to Scarlet who were both watching your interaction. Chris had recognized how anxious you were pretty quick, and decided to step away, only to see you panic more, telling his friend about it.
You felt Chris walk back into your line of eye sight pushing you towards a bathroom.
“I’m good,” You told him, leaving his guidance and finding the way yourself, leaving him to watch you disappear behind the door.
You stood in front of the mirror and immediately looked away grabbing a paper towel to wet and wipe under your eyes. Taking a heavy breathe, tossing it into the trash when you finally got a good amount cleared. Your hands gripped at the necklace feeling heavy and suffocating around your neck, wanting it off immediately. You pushed off rings and rolled bracelets off and tossed them in the sink for the time being and pushed your hair behind your shoulders hoping to someway clear your skin.
Your fingers gripped tightly at the clasp, not being able to undo it under your hair. You flipped your locks around your shoulder, and tried again this way to coordinate your fingers. Damn nails, slamming your hands on the counter and taking a deep breath and trying again to pull it away from your skin for some leniency.
“Dammit,” you mumbled to yourself, unable to get it, shoving your hair away again and yanking at the necklace from the back.
“Hey let me get it,” you heard a voice behind you, cause you to jump in place from not hearing the door open. You glanced over your shoulder and were met with Scarlett’s soft eyes as she rushed over ready to get it off. You looked away shamefully and leaned your hands on the counter, feeling her fingers work at the clasp and quickly pull it off. The necklace landed in the sink with the rest, closing your eyes and the feeling of it off you, feeling like you could breathe clean air.
“Thank you,” quietly spoken without moving. Her eyes felt like they were burning through you. Lifting to look in the mirror you ran your fingers over a couple light red scratch marks from your own doing, rubbing it for no reason. The bracelets got shoved into your pocket, reaching for the earrings and necklace, ready to bolt.
“I’m sorry -“ “You’re (Y/N)?” She asked nicely, cutting off an apology that you didn’t need to say. Hearing your name from her lips, you looked up and met her eyes.
Shyly you nodded, playing with the earrings in your fingers, holding them close, shaking your hair to fall behind your shoulders.
“I’m glad to meet you, your dress was beautiful earlier, I saw it.” Her compliments brought a small smile to your face from remembering India’s idea to wear it, and her father's reaction when he saw you step out wearing it.
“Thank you, You looked really nice too. Look! You look nice too,” you visibly cringed at your own choice of words, looking at the pearls resting in between your fingers. The air felt like it had been sucked out the room again, your normally cold skin feeling hot in the room.
She ignored your stammering and asked if you enjoyed the movie. Following with a simple ‘mmhmm’ to save yourself from recoiling.
“Hey, I know these kind of things can be overwhelming,” she started, “you did amazing on the carpet earlier, so I’ve heard. What... what caused this?”
The earring fell softly into your pocket while you reached to wash your hands with cold water. “I don’t know that it was any one thing,” confidently starting, nodding off, “just happens sometimes.”
More paper towels busied your hands while you watched your actions in the mirror, eyes floating up to hers in the reflection. “Chris said he could see you were anxious, we saw you come in here, I just thought…”
“Which Chris.”
“Evans.”
“Oh god. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it.” You swallowed down, standing up straight.
“So are you good?” Confusion was etched on her features, unconvinced of your words.
“As good as it’s gonna get.” The bathroom door opened and you both turned towards it, watching a curious blue eyes reach you both.
“Uh, can I come in?” You giggled at him, relaxing at the sound of his voice. He stood to full height and walked in slowly while you turned to Scarlet and told her it was nice to meet her, secondly, reassuring her you were good and you appreciate her concern. She left a pat on his shoulder as she walked past him, your eyes catching a glimpse of Evans outside the door falling into step with her.
The door closed and you turned your attention back to Chris who was looking at you through the mirror. Blue eyes glued to your pink marked skin from relentless fake nails, trailing up to meet yours as you turned around.
His hands ghosted up your arms and thumbs brushed against your neck as he pulled your hair behind your shoulders, “You good?”
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the sound of that stupid word again, you nodded. “Don’t leave me alone with anymore famous people,” you tossed back. His lips pressed to your forehead, closing your eyes and feeling tension leave your shoulders down to your legs. “I think I need to stay a recluse to the house for a whole week.” That’s what it was, too many people was slightly overwhelming.
The discomfort came back in your feet as you both started to walk out of the bathroom. “I’m taking these off as soon as we leave.” His hand was relaxed compared to your own as you walk out, noticing many people have cleared out, but quite a few still lingering.
Gen saw you both walk out and left who she was speaking with to come approach you both.
“After party at Downey’s, are you going?” The question directed at the both of you. You quickly glanced at each other. Chris shook his head, “No,” as you insisted he go.
“You are going to the party, whether I go or not.”
“You are going?”
“If you want me to.” The thought of staying out longer didn’t sound the greatest, but being a people pleaser didn’t always entail speaking up for what you wanted.
“You’re going.”
The drive was a breath of fresh air, a still environment you didn’t know you needed. The warm seats flushed out discomfort. Though you could feel some discomfort, just as your stomach growled loud enough for you both to hear.
“Oh ho my god, is that you?” He said laughing, pulling out of the valet. You tightening your hands around yourself trying not to laugh.
The drive was only 20 minutes, he seemed to know where he was going, pulling into a gated entrance, letting us through. It looked like a neighborhood event center, a golf course and pond decorating the look. More valet parking was at your service. Though the inside was more modest and homey, as modest as it could be with a private bartender.
You tried your best to not seem as if you were not just trailing Chris around the room but you were, though it wasn’t your doing, it was his. He always kept a hand on you, your back, shoulders, arm, hand. Just an hour there consisted of drinks, stupidly funny stories, and information that you probably shouldn’t know.
A smaller group of people and zero cameras was all that you needed to come out of your shell. Maybe a few drinks as well.
The one time that Chris left you, saying a few more words to Evans was settling, bonding over Downey’s finger food that was being displayed.
Chris called the night off early, telling that he had to get home to the kids. The kids were not at the house, they were with their cousins and a sitter till Luke and Sam got home. You didn’t question him and followed suit, saying goodbye to a few you came to know better.
“That was more fun than I expected,” you told him as you buckle your seatbelt.
“Mhmm.”
You set your hand on the center counsel and laid back in the seat closing your eyes. Not exactly tired yet, still too much excitement and fresh liquor coursing through you. You were oblivious to his attitude or his short response. His eyes were straight on the road, not paying attention to your open hand that was waiting empty, for his own. You whispered along to the radio in your own little world, giggling when you know you didn’t hit a note.
“Haaa hmm that was terrible,” you said to yourself, going to stare out the window.
A couple minutes later you whispered to him, “Why are you so quiet,” finally looking in his direction. “You should be so hyped right now. Hey. Why- don’t you wanna hold my hand? I like too, I like your fingers. Wait, that sounded bad,” you started to laugh to yourself again, your eyes almost closing through some lazy tears from laughing.
Just as he was about to leave his hand in yours, you drew your hand up to wipe your eyes. He huffed and slapped his hand back on to the wheel, unknowingly to you.
When you pulled in the driveway you slowly unbuckled and propped open the door, by that time he was standing at the front door unlocking it, waiting to watch you follow him inside before he left you outside.
“What, you know what,” you started, speaking to him across the driveway. “I think that’s the first time you have never opened my door for me.” His attitude was starting to become more aware to you.
“Are you like, in a mood or something,” you walked through the threshold and didn’t wait for his response as he followed you inside.
The bed was calling your name, it was so late, the thought of staying awake one more second made you want to collapse into the comfort of the blankets and pillows. Chris was already halfway undressed while you fiddled with the zipper on the back of the jumpsuit, stretching your arms high and low trying to reach it.
Finally his fingers tried to pull it down and you let him.
“What, were you just gonna leave me hangin’?” The soft material dropped to your feet and you walked straight towards the bed, clad in undergarments. The plush comforter was pulled back and you sunk right into it. About to be out like a light, it sounds amazing.
“Where are your face wipe things?” His voice pulled you out of a slumber that you knew was too good to be true.
“Oh. He speaks,” voice muffled by the blankets. “Why, you need to wipe your makeup off.”
You heard him toss back a ‘Yes and no,’ while walking into the bathroom. Your mind went blank once more, falling prisoner to the pillows and the growing warmth in the sheets.
A cold makeup wipe fell across your face and you startled awake, he was already under the blankets and settled. Your eyes remained closed, trying to hold on to the glimmer of sleepiness.
He brushed the hair off your face and was gliding the wipe over your eyebrows, down to your eyelids, a laugh started the rise in you, a growing smile on your face.
“You are going to have to take those eyelashes off, I’m not messing with that,” he said starting to laugh. He continued and you eventually reached up tugged them off, opening your eyes to meet his in the lamp light. The motions stopped while you leaned over and set them on the bedside table.
“Continue,” your smug tone falling back into the same position. The wipe ran over your forehead again and down the side of your face, delicately brushing under your eyes when he stopped and you felt the bed shift. The wipe landed somewhere on the floor, your eyes opening just in time to see him throw it behind him.
“Come here,” he whispered, nugging his head. The attitude rolling off of him for the past hour was enough for a decline, just to make him suffer. He wanted to tell you why he was upset, but you just closed your eyes again and shook your head, the blankets getting tucked up to your chin.
The bed moved quickly again and you felt him pull up right next to you, his arm shoving under your pillow, making you lose your comfy position.
“Just look at me,” you creeped your eyes open, even though you wanted to just succumb to the darkness. Maybe he’d stop trying to keep you awake if you listened.
“Your eyes, those are for me, they are my eyes.”
“Hmff, okay,” you mumbled, blinking closed, going dead weight on his arm. He did smell good, his cologne still lingering on his white t’shirt. It makes you feel so homey-
“Your only supposed to look at me with those eyes.”
“My eyeballs Chris, you’re mad, about my eyeb-”
“I’m not mad, I’m just, those eyes are supposed to be for me.” This is starting to sound an awful lot like he is jealous. “You have a look.”
“I don’t have a look!” The defense team is growing inside your brain took a pause when he kissed you hard, your eyes fluttering open and closed, startled. He kissed you heavily, pushing you back from your side, lying flat at his will. The hand behind you held the back of your neck, and all the sudden he was clouding your senses like he was the only focus in the world, like the heaviness in your head from the alcohol was lifted away.
The kiss felt like it was a split second long before he was backing away to watch you pry your eyes open at him.
“That, that’s the look.” The display of shock, want, and love was showing in your eyes and it was his favorite thing. He had been entranced by your eyes from the first time he locked his on them. Wishing he could see them again as soon as you turned away. Framed so natural and beautifully by your lashes, fanning over your skin when you closed them. The unique iris shines brightly under his stare, under his touch and presence. He likes to watch you come apart, your eyes for him to see. His eyes. They captured his attention every time you looked at him, sending love flowing through his head.
“Oh,” your fingers loosened their grip that had taken place on his shoulders. “Are you- If you are-” suddenly realizing what he was going on about.
“What (y/n),” his fingers pulled free of your hair and laid to rest on your shoulder, his thumb running over your collar bone.
“I don’t have eyes for Evans.” It was true. Is he handsome? Yea. But he wasn’t your Chris. “I have eyes for you, and I have a heart for you.” It honestly concerned you that he had put himself through those emotions for no reason. The more thought that was put into it, the more you could see how he would think that. All the signs would have been there. You had never been shy about what you thought of him, watching movies, or getting flustered when he was mentioned by anyone, as well as meeting him. Gaining the courage to talk to him again at the after party. It may have flown over your Chris’s head but that was big for you to do.
While you were both standing at the finger food table, he was quick to mention he gets anxious as well, catching you off guard. You listened intently as he spoke about how he recognizes the preconventional, ego thoughts that could block his mind. ‘It’s just noise (Y/n). Just focus on your present, don’t worry of what will be.’ You remembered his words to you, that made you appreciate him that much more.
“I just, I get anxious sometimes, around certain people.” You told Chris, focusing on the now, the truth. His warmth drew you in, tucking closer to him. “I think I just freak myself out too much, really.” You could still feel the tension in his shoulders, even though you couldn’t see his face from your spot in his side, you knew somehow that his brows were probably furrowed.
“Some situations that I don’t know how to understand fully, I just, I don’t know.”
“Do you get anxious around me?” His chest stopped moving, waiting for your answer. The silence swallowing the room.
“Sometimes.”
“(y/n),” the comfort that was surrounding you left as he started to sit up in the bed.
“God, I’m sorry,” you couldn’t bring yourself to follow him with your eyes.
“But why are you-”
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You said again, bringing the heels of your palms to shield your eyes, somehow shield you from this conversation.
“No, listen to me. Why are you sorry?” Both his hands pulling yours away.
“What?”
“Stop apologizing, I just want you to tell me. Tell me when you feel that way.” The end of the bed looked real interesting at this moment, feeling like a child being scolded. “Is that okay?”
You nodded your head and closed your eyes. If you could have slept this whole conversation away, you would have. Confrontation makes you want to pull your eyeballs out of your head, curse the world for emotions.
Sleep came fast when he pulled you to his chest, and positioned the blankets just how you like it, tucked under your chin. You became hyper aware of the fact that you were not wearing any clothing other than a bandeau and underwear, whatever you had on under the dress. Your leg found its place over and between his own, his hand where it needs to be from every night here on out, playing with your hair, brushing it gently away from your face.
The morning light came through, as if the night full of sleep came to an end as soon as you had closed your eyes. Waking in the morning with nothing to do is the best time to lay with your eyes closed and try to make it last just that much longer. You didn’t reach for your phone or move to check the clock, but laid still with eyes closed, feeling his even breathing next to you.
The most peaceful time of the day was before everyone in the house was awake. You got quiet time to scroll through your almost forgotten socials or piddle around cleaning from the day before. It was your alone time.
Probably only fifteen minutes of trying to prolong sleep, Chris started to tuck his feet back under the blankets and shuffle his head on the pillows. You were caught staring when he peaked an eye open and closed it again laughing at you.
“Don’t stare at me,” his voice was raw from a nights sleep, sounding especially arousing.
“Wakey, wakey,” you whispered. Your torso became his new pillow while he grumbled about what time it was. His scruff rubbing over the soft skin with growing goose bumps. “I have no idea. Maybe ten?” You rubbed his back though his shirt as he drifted in and out of sleep, waking up to huff at you when your hand stopped moving.
“When do we get to go home?” Your hand moved to his neck running your fingers over the studded hairs.
“I wanted to ask you about that, I had an idea.” Waiting for him to continue, he sat up, looking down at you as you pulled the blankets back up. “I don’t have anything today or tomorrow, but only about a week and a half left, but then I have nothing for almost a month. And it’s okay if you want to go back to Byron, I don’t care either way. And the kids won’t care so dont decide because of them.”
“What, Chris?”
“I was thinking we could go on a road trip. Drive through Vegas, the Grand Canyon, stop in and see your family again for a few days.” You felt you face switch from shock, to longing to see your family again. To introduce them to each other and the kids.
“What?” Your light and feathery voice was trampled as he continued.
“We could stop in Tennessee and see Liam since they are at Miley’s place there, now. Maybe end in New York, fly home from there.” He got a bit quieter as he continued. Your face was probably displaying a look of contemplation, but really all you could think about was how fun it sounded already trying to plan the trip in your head. “But if you are home sick and just want to go back to Byron that is okay too, I know we’ve been going and going for a while and-”
“That sounds so amazing! Oh my goodness I have to call my brother!” You sat up in the bed, but paused reaching for your phone, gasping excited. “What if we make it a surprise!”
“It is up to you!” He was relieved that you were excited. He thought this up almost a week ago while reviewing his schedule with Gen. She of course thought it was great idea, having some time off herself hopefully. He was not exactly putting off asking you, just didn’t know when to ask. The right moment was there when you mentioned going home.
“Wow,” repeating the word didn’t slow down in your mind. You pushed the hair away from your face and bashfully smiled at him. “You’re perfect.”
“Well I don’t know about perfect, but…” The shrug in his shoulders made you roll your eyes.
“Oh shut it.” He met you for a kiss, planting your hand on his chest as you almost tackled him on the bed.
“You’re perfect,” He pulled you hair away from your face, tucking and smiling into his white tshirt.
“Whatever you say.” That was a big step, almost accepting the compliment immediately instead of questioning it.
“Im serious (Y/N),” You picked your shoulders up and met his eyes. “You are like, glowing, you are what people mean when they say ‘glowing’.” Such a dramatic one he was. Never one to play it serious, always with a hint of tease.
“Well whatever it is, it won’t last much longer.” The matter of fact erupted a quizzical look from him. The slight furrow of his brows, and puppy like tilt of his head was present.
“We should probably go get your children from your brother.” He pressed the home button on his phone, resting on the nightstand. 11:31AM. Almost shocked at how long you both had slept.
“Woah, I think they will be alright for a while longer.” He dismissed the time and turned his attention back to you.
“But they’ve-” He just wanted you to no worry about them, bask in the glory of not having kids at the moment. He kissed you, smiling into you as you knocked his shoulders for cutting you off. His cold hands ran up the outside of your thighs, gripping the material covering you and trying to tug it down.
“Mm, Chris!” The gleam in your eyes was enough for him to continue.
“Princess, I’ve got to keep you glowing a while longer.” There was no denying the effect the name had on you, your cheeks flushing, pushing into him. “That’s what I thought.” Your panties where slipped off quickly, his thumb going home immediately, brushing over your clit. The sudden stimulation caused you to sink back into the pillows.
The absent feeling of his hands leaving took over, but was quickly replaced, pulling off your bra. A side effect of getting cold easily was you nipples hardening instantly against the open air. He kissed up your chest. Mark your breasts with his mouth, writhing under his assault, waiting for more already.
“Take-Take it off.” Your fingers pulled up his shirt, he pulled it the rest of the way. Again finding his fingers in your hair while he latched on to your neck. Your fingertips trying to make their way from his shoulders down to his waistband without getting distracted, already feeling the pressure of his hard on.
Before you could reach him your arms were knocked away by one of his as he found your heat again, feeling up your slick, coating his fingers. Two fingers pushed in at once, feeling heavily along your inner walls, knocking the breath out of you. Once his thumb brushed your sensitive clit, your eyes fell closed to the consuming pleasure.
“Oh no Princess,” you felt the slight tug of your hair in his hands, shooting your eyes back open as his fingers started to pullback. He pushed them farther and started to pulse again, you grabbed at his arm as he started to push deeper. The pads of his fingers dragging sweetly over your walls, knowing how to drive your crazy with his touch.
“Oh, God!” Your eyes were dangerously close to rolling back, unable to keep it under control with the sudden relentlessness of his actions.
As soon as you went silent, it was his que to slip them out, drawing a frustrated noise from you. “Im gonna kill you.” The death stare in your eyes and adrenaline had you shoving him over to his back, trying to pull his boxers away in the process. You sat across his thighs, wrapping around his hard on, lifting a hiss from his lips. He immediately found purchase on your hips, tightening his grip.
Admiring him underneath you was a sight to behold. The son of a bitch had his eyes fall closed immediately. Not today. Your hands went absent, feeling up and kissing his torso instead. Running teeth over his collar bone, him not shying from shoving his tongue in your mouth.
“My Love, I need you.” You hummed and dragged your slick down across his cock, pulsing under you, earning another groan from the friction. Drawing the sound from him sends a sense of power though your blood, shooting electricity down your spine. The intoxicating response led to doing it again, earning a drawn out ‘fuck’, his eyes falling closed.
Sitting back on your knees, till he opened his eyes again, trying to sit up.
“No, no.” You pressed his shoulders back as he obliged, feeling into your new found sense of power over him. He decided to let you have it, let you reign. Your fingers found him and lined him up at your entrance, one hand leaning on his chest while he watched you slowly sink down on his cock, trying to take him. He was holding back from lifting and pushing deep into you, almost shaking with control over the urge.
You let out a gasp as you slid back up, only taking half of him, to sink back down and feel more of his length press and drag against your walls. A shuttered breath left your lips as you pressed down further, fully seated against his pelvis. His cock was buried to the hilt, putting pressure on your wall. You could feel his abdominals tighten against his restraint, under your hands.
“Move Princess,” his voice deepened and almost shook as he spoke. His hands were there to guide your hips, dragging forward, and back. Your clit pressing against his skin, knocking the breath out of your lungs.
“Oh shit, you’re so deep like this.” You took it upon yourself to rock your hips, experimenting with the pull of him inside you and the sounds he was making. You could feel the tip of him pressing in places that had rarely been brushed in the past.
Starting to pick up the pace, maddening the minds of you both. You met his lips, leaning into him, needing him closer to you while you fucked yourself on him.
Repeated little grunts were heard in your ears every time he hit you the deepest, pressing into your wall, stretching you sinfully, squeezing him against your will.
Your pulsing heat around him, squeezing him caused him to finally snap. He wrapped his arms around your back, holding you to his chest and fucked into you, flexing his hips and slamming into you hard.
An almost nonexistent kiss turned into profanities against his mouth. The sheets bundled tight under your grip, flexing still as you felt your climax approach at a rapid pace.
“Fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh god,” they littered from you uncontrollably. A few more thrusts and you went silent, peeling your eyes open in a silent scream and your orgasm quickly flushed over you, stilling in his grasp and squeezing his cock tight, pulsing around him while the dam broke loose.
He pressed deep again and spilled his load with a strained, “fu-uck Princess.”
A small moan left your lips while the orgasm subsided, loosening the muscles down your back and hips. He kissed you slow and deep, taking his time to push his high onto you. Your tongues danced around each other, pulling trying to dominate the other. A small moan erupted when he slipped out of your sensitive self, a growing empty feeling in place.
Your head fell to the crook of his neck, both you trying to catch your breath. The feeling of his release trickling out, adding to the sticky mess. You slowing pushed up off of him.
His breathing stopped abruptly, eyes wide as he sat up quickly, catching sight of the mess.
“We didn’t!- I didn’t-“
“Chris, I have the bar remember, 4 years.” His sudden panicked state vanished, throwing his head back, sighing. His hand held your arm, feeling it under his fingers.
“Shower?” He nodded in retaliation. Knocking you off of him and slipping his arms under you when he stood up.
“Round two in the shower?” Your turn to shamelessly agree. Might as well drag the glow out as long as possible.
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