ANIMAL
Should I make apologies for this filth? Absolutely not. Just a note that this is a work of fiction and from my own dirty mind! Enjoy!
Starring: Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: Chris has to punish you… publicly.
Warnings: NSFW! SMUT! MINORS DNI! UNPROTECTED SEX. Anal Sex. Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Anal creampie. Sex toy use. Heed the warnings.
Word Count: 1917
Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics
You knew the look. The one Chris gave you when he was done playing with you. You’ve seen it at home, restaurants, premieres. You remembered it well, when it led to him bending you over a bathroom sink in his childhood home. His family would be laughing and talking in the next room over, and his cock would be buried deep in your guts, with his fingers shoved down your throat daring you to make a sound. “Better shut the fuck up sweetheart, before I open the door and let my Ma see just how much of a whore you are.”
You loved it though, teasing him to the point of no return. Things were different when he snapped. Chris was rough. Feral. Animalistic.
So when he told you he was taking you out Friday night you put a plan into motion. On your lunch break that afternoon instead of meeting your girls for lunch, you made two stops. First to buy the cute little black dress with the flared skirt you’d been eyeing for weeks. Second was more of a novelty, the color matching your dress except for the sparkling jewel nestled at the back end. Tonight was going to be fun to say the least.
Chris whistles as you saunter down the stairs. “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous,” he softly kisses your lips, his eyebrow raising in question when he gives your bottom a playful squeeze. “No panties tonight?”
“Come on Christopher,” winking as you draw out his name. “Can’t be late for our dinner reservation.” Sashaying out the door, he rushes around you so he can open your car door. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Chris’ eyes are filled with a warning. “You’re playing a dangerous game sweetheart.”
“This is exactly what I needed after a long week,” you whisper into Chris’ ear as you swivel your hips to the music, grinding down onto his pelvis as you straddle his lap. Chris brought you to an exclusive club after dinner, members only. Away from prying eyes of the public, where you and he could let your guard down. People belonging to this club paid for privacy.
You giggle when he sucks a bruise into your neck, his beard tickling the side of your face. “I’m going to grab us another round,” he husks in your ear, grabbing the empty glass from your hand. He helps set you on the plush sofa of your private table before you watch his frame retreat in the direction of the bar.
You’re feeling good. The alcohol is buzzing through your veins, giving you the courage to do what you are about to do. Hopefully you will motivate Chris to take you home and fuck you senseless, and remind you that you belong to him.
Moving to the melody, you cross the room, the balcony overlooking the main dance floor within reach. It’s packed with people. The strobe lights illuminating every dark corner, shining through the glass floor of the balcony like a spotlight.
That’s right. The balcony was glass, and you’re about to give everyone a show.
Closing your eyes you move and sway, getting lost in the music. A smile creeps up on your lips as you imagine the view everyone on the ground floor is getting, especially as you drop it low and bring your ass up slowly. You wonder if the lights are catching the sparkling jewel in…
A firm hand yanks you back by your hair, and Chris’ face comes into view. His eyes are darker, not his normal shade of blue. The look on his face makes you gasp. This was a look you hadn’t seen. “What do you think you’re doing sweetheart?” Chris spits in your ear, his other hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing.
“Dancing,” you squeak. A sharp slap to your bare pussy brings you to your knees. Chris’ frame hulks over yours, a dark smirk forming on his face.
Chris releases your hair, slowly circling you. You know better than to move, so you wait, the hard floors of the club bruising your knees as you anticipate his next command. He comes back into view, bending and bringing his face close to yours. Hooking a finger under your chin, he raises your eyes to his. “Assume the position. Over there.” He points to the sofa. You try to scramble to your feet, but his firm hand in the middle of your back keeps you in place. “Crawl.”
You move slowly, one hand in front of the other, your cunt clenching as you reach your destination. You splayed your hands across the cushions, arching your back and popping your ass out the way you know Chris likes. You feel him behind you, his fingers dancing up the back of your leg. “I think 20 should suffice.”
You go rigid. Chris always threatened to punish you publicly, but it never actually happened. He can’t be serious. “Chr..Chris..” you stammer, shifting your weight back and forth on each leg. “You’re not really going to punish me here are you?”
Chris scoffs, kneeling at your side. “You had no problem showing everyone your whore holes a few minutes ago, sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, flipping your skirt over your ass. Sucking in a breath, he finally sees what you have been hiding from him for most of the night.
“What have we here?” He purrs, spreading apart your cheeks and brushing against the back of the butt plug with his thumb. “What a pretty little accessory you have inside you sweetheart.” Chris smooths his hands over the skin of your butt, following the path of your inner thighs, brushing ever so lightly over your puffy lips.
“I’ve always loved how you’re so responsive to me,” Chris watches your trembling frame, his fingers ghosting along different parts of exposed skin. Coming full circle he’s back at your behind, kneading and pulling at each globe. “I wish that I could be worshipping you sweetheart, but you’re not going to learn your lesson if I show you mercy.”
His large hands push your legs further apart, pulling at your hips to raise your ass higher in the air. His last adjustment is to squeeze the back of your neck, guiding you to turn your face to the side while he pushes it into the soft couch cushion. You’re completely exposed, anyone walking by your table could see the most intimate part of you but you didn’t care.
“I want you to count them out sweetheart. Don’t be shy.”
The first sting hits your backside and zips throughout your body. “One!” The second hits the other side with the same amount of force. “Two!” You cry out, hands opening and closing around nothing. You count each blow as Chris alternates from each side. Your skin is on fire, but it’s no match for the flame that’s burning deep within your belly.
“Twenty!” Your body sags against the sofa as Chris soothes your burning flesh. Soft kisses pepper your behind, quite the contrast to the punishment given seconds before. Moving to get up, another spank stops you in your tracks.
“Oh no sweetheart, we aren’t done.” He dips his fingers into your soaked cunt, and hums in approval when he pulls out his fingers coated in your white cream. “Since you were so determined to show everyone how much of a slut you are, I’m going to help you.” Chris’ belt clinks behind you sending a shiver up your spine. “I’m going to show everyone just how much of a whore you are.”
A moan falls from your lips when you feel Chris jiggle the butt plug seated in your back passage. He pulls it out slowly, and you feel some of the copious amount of lubricant you used drip down your pussy lips. “As much as I love hearing all of the pretty sounds you make,” He taps the plug against your lips. “I want to challenge you just a little bit more sweetheart. Now open.”
Your jaw goes slack and Chris pushes the plug into your waiting mouth, your slick seeping out of your cunt, making a mess of your folds. “It’s too bad your first ass to mouth isn’t with my cock,” Chris laments, making his move to situate himself behind you.
Chris lubes his length with your arousal before the throbbing head of his cock is prodding around your rear entry. “Only good girls get cocks in their cunts,” he huffs as he sinks into you. “But maybe if you show me how well you take it your needy hole might get my fingers.”
He starts slow at first, savoring the way your asshole chokes him, allowing you to get used to the stretch. But soon he’s built up a steady rhythm, each snap of his hips sending your senses into overdrive. “Sweetheart, wish you could see the way your ass jiggles for me.” Chris’s fingers grasp on to your hips so tightly, you relish knowing that you are going to be marked for days on end. “So fuckin good..” he trails off his breathing labored.
Just when you think you can’t take anymore, Chris reaches around your body, and without hesitation sinks two fingers into your sloppy cunt. Never before have you felt so full, his fingers keeping pace with his cock and curling against that sweet spot he expertly always finds.
You’re a wreck, drool flowing around the butt plug and soaking the material below you. Your only focus is on Chris fucking you stupid, and the coil swiftly tightening with every thrust of his cock and curling motion of his fingers. You’re so close, you can taste the sweet release on your tongue, and you know with Chris, your body is in the most amazing hands.
As if on cue, Chris wraps himself over your body, wrapping his hand around your throat with his free hand, to bring the shell of your ear to his lips. “Don’t disappoint your audience sweetheart,” Chris whispers. “Come for me… for them, right fucking now.”
You shatter, your entire being shaking from the powerful release overtaking you. Chris is relentless, fucking you through wave after wave until you go slack from exhaustion. He has to hold you to him while he chases his release, finally stilling and emptying rope after rope of hot, sticky cum deep inside you. After you both take the time to catch your breath Chris pulls out of your rear entry, and his cum drips out of you coating your cunt’s lips. Pushing what he can back in, he pulls the plug from your mouth and pushes it back into your ass. “Gotta make sure we don’t waste any, right sweetheart?”
You “harumph” as Chris cleans you as best as possible with cocktail napkins, smoothing your skirt down before gathering you in his arms and carrying you to the private elevator and the waiting car below. Once settled in the passenger seat he clips your seatbelt in for you and places his jacket around you for comfort. You curl up, satisfied, ready to doze off on the way home, the hum of the engine rocking you to sleep as Chris pulls away from the curb.
“Such a good girl for me sweetheart,” Chris reaches out to stroke your hair. “You put on quite a performance.” You smile to yourself, as Chris’ fingertips brush your cheek. “Seb was front and center you know. I wonder what the video he took looks like.”
