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:･ﾟ➴ 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐈

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Chris Evans x short!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, SMUT - minors DNI, short!reader, size kink, dom!chris, praise kink, degradation, spitting, choking, belly bulging, daddy kink, spanking, anal (mentioned), breeding kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐈 continuation.

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𝗔/𝗡 | Ah! I can’t believe how much of you liked the first one, so thank you so much! Half of this is from the first part that I didn’t post. This is part two to 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭. Bold is dialogue. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

When you and Chris go grocery shopping, on the occasion they aren’t delivered, Chris treats it like a date and when you asked why, his answer was simple, “I’m gonna make up any excuse to go on a ‘date’ with you—get used to it, sweetheart.”

He puts you between him and the cart with his arms on either side of you. It’s hard to walk around like that, and you usually complain but a quick swat on your butt has you zipping your lips. “If you’re good, I’ll put you in the cart.”

Chris jumps at any opportunity to flaunt his height around you.

"Hey, baby, can you grab that cereal for me?"

You nod, turning around to find the box as it sat on the very top shelf, taunting you.

Not wanting to be spanked in the cereal aisle, you keep your mouth shut.

He chuckles at you jumping and climbing on shelves to get to the top shelf. “Oh, did you need help with that, sweetheart?” He teases and lifts you up to grab the box and proceeds to kiss your grumpy pout away.

He’s a dick about it sometimes too. Taking giant steps so you’d basically jog to keep up with him. Skipping steps on the stairs so he could watch you race to meet him at the top.

Or literally picking you up and carrying you when you’re not doing what he asks.

“Let me down, you neanderthal!” Your fists rain down on his back, yanking at his shirt when he laughs. You reach down and pinch his ass.

“Oh! Is that how you want to play?” Chris retaliates by flipping up your little skirt and slapping your ass, “You should just listen to me, baby. It’ll save you the trouble.” He gropes your flesh. Pulling at the band of your panties and letting go, loving at the short gasp you let out.

“No! And cover my ass before someone sees!”

He does fix your mini skirt, not before another slap. “No one walks this beach at this time.”

“This is one of the most popular beaches in the city.”

“Okay, but we haven’t seen anyone since we got here.” “Maybe next time when I say we should leave to meet our reservation—you should listen instead of taking a nap.”

You groan, sagging limp over his shoulder. With each step, your body sways like dead weight.

“But, I’m tired.” You spent the whole day travelling the city with Chris for your weekly date night, except Chris chose to start early in the morning and make it a date day/night.

Since Dodger was being watched by some friends, you and Chris had the house to yourself. You thought it would’ve been nice to relax and have breakfast in bed without a cute dog puppy begging for a bite, but no, Chris woke you up in the early hours to take a trip to the farmers market.

“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t walking then.” He pats your bum comfortingly, “Recharge some of that energy. Not that you’ll need it when I annihilate you at the arcade tonight.”

You fumble with your response, huffing in frustration. “You suck!” You hear other voices and look up to see a group of teenagers on the pier. “Chris, people are staring.”

“Huh?” “Oh, don’t mind them.”

“You look suspicious with a girl over your shoulder at the beach at night.”

“You’re right.” He turns to them, waving with a grin, “she’s okay—just tired!”

When they said they saw the former Captain America carrying his girlfriend over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, without video or pictures, everyone believed them anyway. Because, honestly, it just seemed like something Chris would do.

He's lucky he's the love of your life.

When he’s working out—he’ll casually mention bench pressing you. And somehow, that leads to your panties on the floor and you bent over the stationary bike with Chris plowing you from behind.

His bicep is around your neck, keeping you from falling forward from the brutal strength behind his thrusts. Your eyes roll back, whines slipping from your lips. His big cock stretching you wide, his heavy balls colliding with your button.

“You’re doing so good, my best girl. Letting daddy fuck your little pussy sore.” He flexes, his bulging muscles restricting your air flow. "Such a good girl for daddy's cock, huh?"

Chris’ breath fans across your heated cheek, his grunts vibrating his chest. You sink closer him, sending his shaft deeper, the thick head hitting your cervix. Choking out a cry, your nails dig into his arm.

You gasp, trying to speak. "P-Please—” Chris loosens his arm, scraping his beard on your jaw. God, you hope he leaves marks. Your mind is so foggy, you barely register him bringing your hand to where you're connected.

You're fucking soaked, dripping down your thigh. Your panties weren’t any better, having been damp the moment you heard his grunts and found him lifting weights.

"What was that, dumb baby?" His thrusts slow down, letting you feel every vein before rutting into you. He curses at the wet noises coming from your pussy. "Can't hear you over your little drenched cunt, gonna have to speak louder than that."

"I love you, daddy." You twist to look at him, begging him with the cutest pout. "Kiss me, p-pretty please."

Chris smirks, "I love you too, baby." He licks into your mouth, kissing you passionately. His arm around your neck falls to cup your tummy. The dull bulge appears with every thrust. “Look how deep I am, darlin’, feel me in your tummy, huh?” He leans close, sucking and nibbling on your shoulder, “Makes me wanna fill you up, get you full of my baby. You want that?”

“Yes, yes, daddy.” You look down, drooling at the bump of his cock protruding from inside you. Chris grinds thoroughly, almost coming to a complete halt. “Please fuck me, please!”

"Yeah? What are you gonna do for daddy, then?"

You grip the rails of the bike, trying to fuck yourself on his hard length. But you lack the strength and power, Chris chuckles darkly at you.

“Are you gonna give me a baby, sweet girl? Let daddy get you plump with a baby—fill your messy pussy until you’re leaking?”

He pulls back and hammers into you, forcing noises from your throat, your ass slapping against his hips in a quick rhythm. He gets so deep at this angle—pummelling into your sopping pussy with vigour.

"Rub your little cunt for daddy, you slut."

He presses your fingers on your pearl, hard and thick body flush against your back. You rub yourself with fervour, the wetness soaking your fingers. Combined with his dick pressing all up in your guts, you spasm immediately. Clenching around him tight, choking his throbbing length and begging for his cum. Legs weak, body tingling and numb as you fall forward with a cry.

"That's it, cream all over my cock." He bites onto your shoulder, holding his high back. He’ll consider giving you a break—only when you’re dripping down your legs and pleading.

Then he flips you around, kissing you filthily before wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting you up. Your feet flail, eyes shooting open when he spits on your breasts.

He spreads your thighs, your knees hooked over his strong arms, then forces your still convulsing cunt on his dick.

Chris holds you up like that. Forcing your weepy heat on his shaft, your loud and squeaky moans make him harder. His grip tightens, obscene squelching filling the air, he's unable to look away from your blissed-out face. Mouth dropped wide and eyes rolled back, you can barely keep them open.

Your legs swinging by his sides, toes curled tight. Pussy aching for and from his size. Shuddering when you feel spit land on your cunt, Chris' cock fucking it into you. Getting you even more wet if possible.

Mind flying high at how he can hold you up, manhandle you up and down his girth. Guttural groans and growls coming from deep in his throat. He’s so much bigger than you, it’s almost scary. Chris is determined to use your creamy hole, not caring about how sensitive you are.

Chris holds you up with one arm, pulling you close until your tits are pressed against his tattooed chest. Your poor clit rutting against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sweaty skin meets as he opens your mouth wider.

"Stick your tongue out. That’s it." "Daddy's little cock drunk baby, huh? Cream all over me, sweetie—show me how much you want daddy's cum. Love it when I use you, daddy isn’t stopping until your cunt is crying, little girl."

His voice is so deep and gravelly, it sets you ablaze, you tense and release again. Eyes fluttering as you convulse around his heavy shaft.

He softly shushes your cries, kissing all over your hot cheeks and sucking your tongue into his mouth. When he's like this, his kisses are heavenly and sinful at the same time. Teeth clashing, tongue massaging yours, swallowing your whimpers.

"God, look at that little fuckhole." Chris cranes his neck, your cream coating his entire length. Tiny pussy gaping around his size, slick and tender, a prize. He wants to suck your swollen clit into his mouth, lick around your messy folds, taste your mixed juices and give you beard burn on your inner thighs.

And Chris, never one to hold back, does exactly that.

"Soak my face, baby." He demands against your puffy folds, sucking your clit between his lips before pulling off with an obscene pop. He laps at your heat, groaning deeply. "Then maybe, I'll fill you with my cum."

You can't even mourn your yoga mat under you. It’s destroyed from your nails and wetness dripping down your slit.

Chris thrusts his tongue into your centre, moaning against you, eating you like a starved man. His sounds rumbling against you. He drinks you down, digging his face deeper between your thighs, a lovely irritation building from his facial hair.

"I—"

"Can't believe this tight hole takes my cock. Best pussy I've ever had, darlin'." "You're made for me, made to take daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

He pulls away, tugging your nub between his lips and sitting back on his knees. Your wetness glistening in his beard. He collects your arousal with his rough fingers before gripping himself. Hissing at the contact, abs flexing. "Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby."

You can't. Shaking your head, hands clenched in fists to your chest. Lying limp, shuddering breaths shaking your chest.

Chris tsks. " I guess I have to do everything myself." "Just a dumb little baby when you’re spread out like this—don't worry, I'll take care of you."

And by take care, he means fucking you against the wall until you collapse against his chest in exhaustion.

It wasn’t surprising to know that Chris was (graciously) gifted between the legs. When you first saw him naked, you remember being a little terrified. Your hand couldn't wrap around the girth and the length had you doubting if you could even take him.

When you had sex the first time, you could only take him halfway before you came. You were teetering on the edge since he made you sit on his face.

Chris suggested taking it slow next time, and opened you up with four fingers before filling you to the hilt.

Now, you've become addicted to the burn of when he breaches—greedily taking everything he has to offer.

Since he's gotten your cunt accustomed to his size, his mind can't help but drift to your little puckered hole.

Chris leans back, one hand in the middle of your back as he rails you over the arm of the couch. Your toes barely brush the floor as he fucks the sweetest noises from you.

He admires your bouncing backside, squeezing the flesh harshly. Bringing his hand back to spank you, repeating it again and again.

You’re so submissive for him. So little, he feels almost bad to be pounding you so roughly. But you loved it. His cock glistening every time he pulls out.

His eyes are glued to the little rosebud above your swollen petals.

“Fuck—baby, when are you gonna let daddy fuck your ass?” “I’ve been good to you, haven’t I?”

Your breath hitches. The closest you've gotten to that was when Chris would lightly rub his thumb over it, or when his tongue lapped at your juices that dribbled down.

Mind filling with images of his fat girth opening you wide, you could almost taste the pain.

Chris brings you against his body before picking you up. Still throbbing between your walls, he lays you on the couch, the movie long forgotten on the television. Flipping you over onto your back, big palms running over your heated skin. He pinches your hardened nipples, tugging. Moaning, your back arches off the cushions.

He sticks his fingers between your lips until you’re slack jawed. Spitting into your mouth, “swallow, baby.” Then, he traces down your neck with his slick fingers.

“Don’t you want daddy’s cock in your ass, sweetie?” His digits tailing down your tummy to your soaking pussy, giving your clit a slap then doing the same to your ass. “Or are you gonna make me beg?” He pulls out, cock colliding with his lower stomach with a wet smack. He folds your legs to your chest and circles your rim.

You shake your head quickly, blubbering, “no, no, you can b-but not now.”

“I can do what?”

You squirm as he collects your arousal before spreading it around your much tighter, smaller hole. “You can fuck my ass, daddy.”

Chris abruptly shoves two fingers into your cunt, scissoring them. His dark gaze locked on your wide eyes as you narrowly register his next words.

“Hm, isn't your pussy gonna feel neglected? We don’t want that, baby.” “Hungry little cunt wants my cock too.”

“Oh! Yes, please, please.” You moan, head thrown back. “Want you in all my holes, use me, daddy. Fill me up.”

“Yeah? My little girl wants to be stuffed to the brim?” His fingers are pulled away.

The bulbous head of his dick rubs against your button before he presses into you—so slowly that you reach up and pull him down by his neck. Your nails pierce into the skin leaving small crescents in its wake.

“So fucking good,” he grunts lowly, he builds a pace, going deeper and harder with every roll of his hips. He can’t get enough of your tightness on his throbbing shaft. “Squeeze my cock, sweet girl,” “Milk me, wanna get you knocked up.” “Tiny pussy so good for me—after you’re full of my baby, daddy’s gonna cum in all your little holes. You want that? Daddy dripping all over you.”

Chris knows exactly how to ruin you.

He takes your nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking until you whimper. He moves you however he pleases, hips unrelentless as he marvels at his handy work. Weepy cunt stretching to the max, he just knows it burns. Bruises and hickies decorating your skin like his very own canvas. He's claimed your mind, your body, he just needs to do the same to your insides.

You’re brainless underneath him. So small, whining, head bobbing with each thrust—a glorious Angel for him to devour. His glorious cock drunk Angel.

You look up at him with unfocused eyes. Tears brimming in your waterline, “you’re too big, daddy, you’re too deep!”

Chris chuckles mockingly. Thrusting harder. “Am I? Sweetie, I think you’re just so little that it feels that way.”

“Daddy, daddy,” you mewl.

“Don’t you love it when daddy stretches your little pussy? Can feel you clenching, baby, you gonna give daddy that cream?”

He couldn’t be more right. You loved when he took you like this, when he manhandled you on his fat girth, fucking every thought from your head.

“I'm gonna—ah—don’t stop.”

He spits lewdly on your stomach, smearing it into your skin. Paying special attention to his cock protruding from inside you. “Where are your manners?” “Is daddy’s cock is makin’ you so stupid you forget how to ask nicely? Dumb little girl, just good for taking cock, huh?”

That has you clenching around him, your feet braced against his chest, thighs shut tight. Little ah’s are all you can manage.

Chris grips the back of your thighs and pushes down, straining your muscles all while using the leverage to pound you deeper into the couch. The sound of skin slapping intensifies and your hands scramble, head so far gone that you don’t know what to hold on to.

He’s so big above you. Tall and wide, heavy, hairy, broad shouldered, and tattooed. His chain dangling from around his neck. You can’t even function, his cock hitting so deep that you try to get away but he just pulls you back down. Trapping you underneath him.

“Take my cock, don’t run from me.” He moves you on his dick, groaning at the feeling of your constricting walls.

“I'm stretching your tight pussy so good you’re trying to get away, huh? Is that any way to thank me?” “And look at that little fuckhole, you’re makin’ a mess. Such a stupid baby."

"Daddy—" You squeak when he slaps your thigh.

"Unless you're gonna apologize for ruining the couch, then don't speak."

His pace is merciless, his thickness spearing into your deepest parts. You're a mess of strangled moans as your hands land on your mouth, fingers between your teeth. Your orgasm easily builds into another.

He growls, rutting into you, his balls pressed to your ass, the pubic hair at the base of his cock sending tingles through your body. You twitch, keening loudly.

“Fuck, baby, take daddy’s cum,” He breathed out, abs and biceps tensing under his flushed skin. “You gonna milk me dry?”

Your garbled whines are cut off as he tears your fingers from your mouth. Bringing it to his own mouth then down to your swollen folds. “Touch yourself, sweetie.”

Low praises come from his lips, “that’s it. Play with your messy pussy. Make yourself come.” “Those little fingers aren’t as good as mine, huh?” “You miss daddy’s fingers when I’m away? Just like you miss my cock in your tiny cunt?”

You writhe, your climax hitting so suddenly that Chris does too. Thrusts stuttering as he curls over you, moaning, chest heaving. He covers you from head to toe, gripping your shoulders to keep you pinned on his cock as it bursts inside your pulsating walls, spilling, filling you to the brim. He's so warm and thick inside you. You never want him to leave.

“Look at us.” He commands, spreading you wide.

You follow his order and choke on air. You’re instantly entranced—his flushed cock is white with your cum that formed a ring around his base. Your poor cunt taking his girth as he slowly grinds into you, fucking his cum deeper inside you.

Just imagining you all pregnant and full of his baby makes him harden again. You gasp at the feeling of him thickening inside you.

Chris collects salvia in his mouth, checking if you’re being a good girl and doing what he said before spitting on your cunt. And it lands with his cum that seeped out.

"It’s a good thing," he says about picking you up and taking you wherever he wants. Physically carrying you somewhere if you’re being bratty or stubborn and also when you're fooling around.

His height and strength came in handy all the time.

Building furniture, or rearranging different rooms because you both decided it needed a change. He was surprisingly great at kneading dough whenever he'd help you bake.

Chris especially took great pride in winning those strength games at carnivals too.

"I'm going to win you that big bear." He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "I've seen you eyeing it all night."

You tilt your head, licking the cotton candy from your fingers. "I was actually staring at the bunny."

Chris sighs, turning to see the much smaller pink bunny hanging from the stand. "You deserve something big enough to keep you company for when I'm gone."

"Nothing is as big as you, hunk."

He chuckles, paying the employee before coyly rolling up his sleeves. The fabric of the white henley clinging to every delicious curve of his body. You regret not letting him finger you in the photo booth. In your defence, there was nothing but a flimsy curtain separating you and the innocent bystanders.

He lifts the oversized hammer in his hands with ease. "What do I have to get for the giant pink bunny?" He asks the younger man.

"You have to ring the bell at the top."

Chris looks over his shoulder at you, a cocky smirk telling you, 'I got this.' "Could do that in my sleep, bud."

The photos that circulated the Internet the next morning are some of your favourites. Chris lugging around a huge pink bunny with you tucked into his side, still wearing his jacket. He looks every bit of the smug winner he was. There were clear shots of you sitting on his lap, making out and feeding him cotton candy (and also pushing him away when he suckled on your fingers). Those have their special framed spots at home.

Aside from being your one-way ticket to carnival prizes, his stature was also perfect for dirty quickies.

Tonight, you were accompanying him to someone’s album release party. It was an artist you love so you dressed up all nice, did your makeup and sprayed on some perfume. Which happened to be his favourite of yours.

Your dress was on the shorter side, and Chris keeps a hand on you at all times. Whether it was on your thigh at the booth, on your waist when you were standing—and of course, when he gets some liquor in him he goes a little careless and unabashedly gropes your ass in the middle of the club. (Those were quick to go viral, Chris Evans is definitely an ass man! See Video: Actor can’t keep hands off girlfriend!)

He rarely got jealous and trusted you immensely but watching you gush and praise your favourite musician was getting to him. Your face lighting up, bottom lip between your teeth and worst of all, you were giving the musician your starry eyes. Those eyes were reserved for Chris when he was knuckle deep, tongue deep or balls deep inside you.

So Chris waits for the musician to be (albeit, reluctantly) pulled away by their publicist before showing you how he feels.

Within five minutes your life got a million times better. You met your idol and then you were getting your brains fucked out pressed up against the wall. Your boyfriend’s arms hooked under your knees and his pants pulled down enough to get his cock out.

Chris works fast. A harsh tug in the direction of the washrooms, pushing you against the wall and hiking up your dress before pulling your panties to the side. Spitting into your slack jawed mouth and messily fingering you until you begged for relief.

After you came twice him with his fingers stuffed in your mouth to muffle your whines and he filled you up until it was dripping out of you, he set you down carefully. Fixing your panties, and kissing you softly while he rubbed the fabric between your folds until they were ruined from your combined cum.

“I love you.” Chris mutters against your neck, “I just want to eat you up all the time.”

“Chris, I can barely stand right now.”

He pulls away laughing, blue eyes lively with that post-sex glow. “I think I prefer it when you can’t stand at all. I know you do too.”

“Then, take me home.”

The whole night you’ve wanted to rip the tight white button-up from his body, it was cruel how thin it was. All his tattoos visible, the one on his collarbone peeking out. You craved for him to manhandle you and fold you however he wanted—which would all be easier in bed, in the privacy of your home.

“Hm, I don’t know...” Chris brings his fingers to your mouth, dipping them in and giving you a taste of your mixed juices. He does it again, smearing it on your lips. “Perhaps if you can be in the car in two minutes, l will consider waiting before I get my mouth on your cunt. But that counter looks pretty sturdy, yeah?” He nods towards the washroom sink in front of the mirror.

You almost fling yourself over the counter but you know you can't. Instead, you quickly waddle to the door. “I have to say bye!” You call over your shoulder, rushing to find the musician before Chris takes you again.

If you actually looked in that mirror, you would’ve seen the tiniest bit of cum on the corner of your mouth. A sick part of Chris hoped that your idol noticed it, just like how he noticed them checking you out while you praised their talent.

When he sees you by the car, he makes sure to kiss you until he sucks all the evidence from your lips. You’d be pissed if you found out, but then again, you were never mad at him for too long. You loved him too much.

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