Title: The Confession {13}**
Chris Evans x Best Friend Reader
Warning: Mild Cursing, Fluff, 18 + Mature Content, NSFW, Immoral Behavior, Angst
Words: 3.1k
Summary: Not this time.
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The soft press of lips across your back was what woke you. Moaning, you stretched each of your tense muscles. You felt the tightness in every single one of them. You even felt it in muscles you were sure you hadn’t worked ever in your life. A deep groan erupted from deep in your throat. When you turned your head toward the radiating heat you felt beside you, a wide awake and alert Chris came into view.
“Mmm.”
“Mmmm, morning to you too,” Chris teased.
You smiled then rolled onto your back keeping the sheet laid across your bare breasts.
“Is it still morning?”
Chris peeped over his shoulder out the tent flap then looked back at you, “Eh, maybe the last hour of it. You sure like to sleep in.”
“What can I say, someone likes to keep me up at nights.”
His diabolical smile appeared. “I keep you up as much as you keep me up. I remember a hazy dream that turned out to be reality of your mouth doing the most sinful things under the covers.”
You snickered. “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
“Who would complain getting the best head of their entire life?”
You rolled your eyes and groaned again. “My muscles ache.”
“Poor baby. Where are these muscles so I can kiss them make it better,” he said in a baby babble voice.
You pouted, playing it up. “Every where.”
Chris’s brow shot up and he smiled another mischievous smirk. “Everywhere?”
You nodded and seconds later he’d pushed his head over the messy fold of the sheet that covered your breasts, feasting his eyes on you bare chest. “These muscles too?”
You nodded and placed one arm behind your head. Chris peppered kisses all over your breasts going around each before finally sucking your nipple into his mouth. A soft moan slipped from your lips.
“Better?”
“Eh, I think you have more work to do.”
He smiled against your skin and continued his ministrations. A few minutes later when your body was awake, and ready for more he ripped the sheet from you exposing you to his eyes and the bright late morning sun which bathed you evenly.
“Mmm. My goddess.”
He kissed down the center of your body and went to your thighs where he kissed along the flesh that lined your inner thigh then began massaging your hamstrings and quadriceps. More moans tumbled from you as you relished the feel of his strong, large hands kneading and rubbing out the knots and kinks that pained you. The massage felt good, but it also felt good to have his hands on you. He’d probably given you tens of massages over the years, maybe even hammy massages after workouts together but you didn’t remember them making you feel wet and horny.
A soft nip against your calf brought your mind back from wandering and you watched him kiss and rub your calves taking care not to be too rough. Again, you moaned and closed your eyes taking it all in.
“Feels good?”
“So good.”
Chris began doing the same repetition of actions on your left calf before rising to your thigh. As his hands caressed and rubbed, his lips kissed along your hip. The bevy of sensations had you arching your back in baby arches. You knew this was just him teasing you. You’d both found out that he knew just what to do to produce arches bigger than McDonald’s.
“Have I covered all the aching muscles?”
“Mmm. All but one,” you answered.
“Oh yeah all but one? I got your pectoralis major, hammies, quads, calves. Hmmm.”
He feigned confusion and it was adorable. You wanted to kick him because of how adorable and sexy he was at the same time. It should have been impossible, contradictory, but it wasn’t—not for him.
“Ah, I see what I missed. Triceps and biceps.”
You rolled your eyes as he brought your arm down to your side and began massaging them one at a time. It felt great yes but the thought that his hands were so close to your breasts but not on them slightly irked you.
A few minutes later after both your arms had been worked over, Chris looked at you with a glint in his impossibly deep blue eyes.
“Got them all now?”
His fingers were tracing dizzying patterns into the skin of your abdomen. They were distracting because when they inched close to your pelvis they came back up to your belly button.
“Chris,” you whined.
“Whining? I wondered when the whiny side of you would come out to play? My bratty goddess.”
You writhed hoping you’d give his hand the hint of where it should go.
“You’re a big girl. Use your words, Y/N.”
You refused. He wanted you to beg and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Princess.”
You kept your lips pressed together but when you felt his fingers at your inner thigh mirroring what his fingers at your abdomen were doing you mewled.
“Such a stubborn princess,” Chris chastised before he cupped your sex in a quick move. Your groan was loud.
“Looks like I found the last one.”
His thumb strummed your pearl and you gasped arching your back and angling your head back. “Yes.”
Seconds later he slipped two thick digits inside your heated apex and groaned.
“Fuckin’ hell princess you’re so tight. Mmm.”
He angled his fingers hooking them pressing right where he knew you wouldn’t be able to take it. Almost instantaneously you screech as your body spasmed. With this spasm, your core clenched round his fingers keeping them in place.
“Fuck! Is this my pussy, princess?”
You nodded unable to find your voice.
“Is it?”
Chris withdrew his fingers then thrust forward, joining you in one fluid and forceful move.
“Mmmm, Christ! Is this tight little pussy mine?”
You mewled and in a moment of loss of control one hand pressed to his abdomen pushing him away while your legs were wrapped around him trapping him where he was. Chris groaned loudly and pulled you closer feeding you every single inch he possessed. The feeling was sublime; so sublime you didn’t want these moments to slip away. With your back arched half off of the mattress, your free hand that wasn’t grasping desperately at the forearm of the hand he had gripping your waist drifted to his bearded jaw. Your thumb slowly swiped across his bottom lip, memorizing every crease, and line. When his mouth dipped open, he caught your thumb between his teeth and bit gently. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it was enough to make you draw in a sharp breath.
His kiss on the same spot he bit made your heart skip a beat, but the way he nuzzled your hand so you moved it fully to hold his jaw melted it.
“I love you, Y/N—so damn much.”
The ending of his sentence kissed the sensitive skin of your neck before he buried his face there and you held on to him like he was the dream of the future you never knew you craved.
Several hours later once both of you were satiated enough to claim the last hours of restful sleep with the wilderness as your sleep soundtrack you stirred awake to Chris’ arms wrapped possessively and protectively around you. Instantly, your body relaxed as if this wasn’t a new occurrence for you, like you’d woken in his arms for the last twenty years. This was all so strange but also so inevitable. You slowly turned to face him taking care not to wake him.
Once you were face to face, you slowly trailed your eyes over the perfectly imperfect features he had. His bushy eyebrows that were slightly uneven, the top of his nose bridge where a tiny lone bone protruded, to the pointed tip of his nose then the peekaboo effect of his top lip. By the time you made it to his jaw, you’d already began to wonder what your children would look like. Would they have brown hair that was so close to red? Would they take your fuller lips or his imbalanced ones? Would their eyes be his? Or his jaw theirs? A tiny replica of you and Chris popped into mind and it filled you with so much glee. These were thoughts you hadn’t had before, thoughts that never seemed quite right with Jax. Thoughts your brain never allowed.
“It’s always been you,” you whispered while dragging a finger down the length of his nose. “It will always be you.”
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-The Next Day-
If the night before had filled the air with passion and tenderness, this morning’s air was filled with calm. You woke before Chris, prepared a lite breakfast and his morning coffee just the way he liked it then watched the sunrise. He joined you halfway, wrapping you in his arms like a cocoon of love, strength, and support. There was no need for words. The sunrise led to languid kisses and sensual touches that brought you to one of the most intense and withholding orgasms you’d had in your life. Your mingling moans drifted off into the woods to announce to all the woodland creatures two equal mates had been consecrated to one another.
By the time you’d packed up camp together then loaded Chris’ car and began the drive back, that mellow and calm mood remained. Your entwined fingers never drifted apart not even when Chris nearly ran over a fox cub because he was so enthralled with looking at you. His only explanation: “you’re just too beautiful not to look at.” That started your teenage, first love giggles, and those giggles persisted every time your eyes met, and he gave you a Casanova wink.
You could hardly contain your giddiness---hardly keep from reminiscing about the weekend and all that had happened. When you remembered him asking you to marry him, you persisted staring at your engagement ring that was on the hand he held tightly. You couldn’t help thinking the whole time that he was the man you were going to marry and spend the rest of your life with. He was the one.
A few hours later, Chris pulled into the same parking lot you’d met up at. The sunset was just behind the clouds and the sky was beginning to darken but the amber and violet hues still held some light for the city to enjoy. Neither of you made a move to get out of the car, not even when the engine began to cool, or the remnants of the sunset disappeared. You sat there, hand in hand, heart to heart not daring to move or open the door for fear of letting the world impose on your bliss, your connection.
Glancing over to Chris, you found his eyes already on you. Both of you let out a snort that filled the car and in those seconds any angst that had filled the silence disappeared.
“I don’t want to let you go,” Chris admitted.
You squeezed his hand hoping to reassure him.
“I don’t want to go.”
You gazed at each other, and you were sure the longing in his eyes matched yours. It was then an idea popped into your head. Biting your bottom lip, you spoke carefully, unsure if he would turn you down, “Come home with me?”
Chris turned his body to you then clasped your cheek in his palm. “You mean it?”
You nodded.
“Isn’t that--,” he began before you cut him off.
“I’ve gotten used to sleeping beside you.”
His smile could melt glaciers, but it did light a blazing sun in your heart. In seconds, his lips were pressed to yours kissing you sweetly.
“Good,” he began, lips still pressed to yours. “I want to ruin you, Y/N, ruin you for any other man because I’m who you were meant to sleep beside,” he kissed you again and again. “I’m the man you were meant to kiss, to hold, to love, to spend forever with. Me.”
Your eyes locked and you felt the deep meaning behind each word. You kissed him again then hugged him. As he held you, you tried desperately to hold on to those words. A few short minutes later, the two of you exited the car more secure in facing the world. Instead of unloading your bags, Chris walked you to your car.
“I’ll bring your bags with me when I come by. I just have to check on Dodger.”
You smiled then nodded.
“Kiss him for me.”
Chris kissed you. “That was from him.”
The two of you giggled together lost to anything around you. After staring into each other’s eyes for a few more minutes and exchanging back and forth orders of him telling you to get in and you rebutting and telling him to get back in his car, you finally got into yours still not wanting to let his hand go.
“You have no more than thirty minutes, Evans. Thirty minutes.”
He playfully bit your pointer drawing a sharp breath from you before you bit your bottom lip. Chris’s eyes dropped to your lips and before you could react, he was kissing you again. This kiss wasn’t sweet or innocent, it was sensual, passionate and filled with promise of so much more. You moaned and laced your fingers behind his neck holding him there as you teased his lips. Chris’s groan was hedonistic and filled with so much desire.
“Jesus, Y/N, if I don’t stop now I will pull you into that backseat and make you scream my name until everyone in Boston knows what is happening.”
You smiled on him but didn’t pull back, instead you bit his bottom lip more forcefully, daring him to make good on that promise. Chris groaned again then pulled back from you.
“You’re going to be the death of me. Go home, I’ll meet you there and I expect you naked.”
You snorted then turned the key in ignition. “Only if you wear that thing I got you.”
Chris snorted, shook his head then stepped back. “You’re the worst.”
You smiled, then waved at him before pulling out of the spot. As you pulled off, you watched as he walked back to his car, his steps a little more exaggerated than usual. The drive home was a quick on, mainly because you ran two red lights then took the back route that bypassed the remaining lights and traffic. All in all, it took you fifteen minutes to get home then another thirteen minutes to shower. Though it was a quick shower, you maximized the time you had which was more then enough seeing that you didn’t have to pick sexy lingerie for him. Skin was the lingerie for the night and your edible body products would be the seduction.
Chris’ notification tone echoed in your bedroom from the bed.
You smiled and shook your head as you cotched at the edge of your bed, rubbing your smooth bare legs together.
A quick reply came in, making you wonder if he were texting and driving or using speech to text.
A soft chuckle echoed in your room.
You were relieved this hadn’t changed. Though much had changed in the span of just about eighty hours, this hadn’t. You were still you.
A pride bubble filled your chest, then tears pricked your eyes. Talk that talk, you said to yourself lost in your world--your safe banter filled world. You dropped back onto your bed holding your phone over your face.
A stray tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away.
Pushing the emotions bubbling inside of you to the side you replied.
Even typing it to him like this made your belly do backflips.
Like a spring, you bolted upright. Taking a few seconds to decipher what it was that you felt and just what kind of urge just flowed through you like a powerful tsunami, you anxiously bit your bottom lip.
Thirty seconds passed, then a minute, then two and that was when you began pacing your room wondering why he wasn’t answering. You placed your phone on your bedside table and finished getting yourself ready. Once decorated and edible body buttered up, you decided to kick things up a notch or two and slip on the heels you knew from his own admission were distracting and sexy. From the glimpse in the mirror, you knew he would lose his shit once he saw you and the giddiness returned and manifested in a bout of giggles.
Five minutes later, the Ring alert on your phone notified you of movement at your door but before you could check it, you heard your front door shut. You hurried down the stairs stopping at the bottom one with Chris in view. He wore a pair of low hanging grey sweats and a white t-shirt that clung to everything you were sure your tongue was going to trace before the night was over. The way your mouth watered should have been sinful, should have made you feel shame, but you felt none. All you felt was anticipation and hunger.
Chris was on you in seconds, one hand wrapping around you to hold your waist while the other took a handful of your ass. You moaned on his lips and allowed him to take lead and take lead he did. A few short seconds later, he’d hoisted you into his arms and was carrying you upstairs never breaking your kiss. When he tossed you on your bed, he peeled off his shirt and slowly scanned your body from head to heels.
“Goddamn, Y/N. You sure know how to make a man feel welcomed.”
You snorted then spread your legs hooking the heel of your shoes at the edge of your bed. Chris’ eyes dropped to the treasure between your legs, and you saw the rise in his sweats.
“Lemme see.”
Chris didn’t hesitate, he pulled his sweats down revealing the gag gift you got him last year that matched several other pairs from throughout the years. His teeny tiny boxer-briefs with your face etched all over them had you laughing loudly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah laugh it up.”
You tried to stop but it was useless.
“You love em’ don’t lie. Part of me has always been near and dear,” you teased.
“I didn’t want your face near my cock, Y/N.”
“No?”
You sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, pulling him closer.
“You wanted that cock somewhere else entirely huh.”
Your eyes locked and you saw him gulp, he knew what was coming next.
It was going to be a long night and hopefully you had a voice the next day.
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