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cleoooelizabeth · 3 years

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Spot Me?

Chris Evans x Black Femme Reader

Warning: smut, language, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my lil sluts).

Word count: 5760-ish

Synopsis: You plan to go to the gym with your friend, they don’t show up so you need someone to spot you whilst using the heavier weights. All the men in the gym are vile (no surprise there lmao) and have been staring since you arrived. You decide the best person to ask is the one person that hasn’t been watching you like a creep, you didn’t realise who it was until you tap him on the shoulder and he turns to face you… (this boutta make your coochie throb).

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You sigh dramatically, throwing your head back. “For fucks sake.” You mumble to yourself.

Your friend was supposed to meet you outside the gym in your apartment building 20 minutes ago. After realising she was bailing on you, you decide to work out anyway, needing a good sweat to wash away the stress of working a 9-hour shift. Sitting behind a desk for that long, surrounded by a bunch of old white men can’t be good for anyone. The only reason you became an accountant was because the pay cheque was a beautiful sight at the end of every month, and it allowed you to live in a bougie apartment building, far away from your toxic family.

After readjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder, you fix your mask and stroll into the gym and straight to the women’s locker room. You tap your personal digits into a small key pad on the locker closest to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that spanned one wall of the room. The locker sprung open allowing you to shove your bag into it after retrieving your water bottle, airpods and phone. You whip off the hoodie you had been wearing, throwing it on top of your bag and closing the locker, making sure you heard the whirring sound of the locks sliding home.

Before you leave the locker room, you check yourself in the mirror, adjusting your plain white sports bra and tight black Nike shorts. No one needed to see the shape of your vagina in 4K.

You decide to start with a 10-minute stretching session, you didn’t want to pull any muscles or cramp up during the rest of your work out. You could feel dozens of eyes on you as you walked through the gym into the far-right corner. You place your belongings on the floor and pull a matt out. Sitting on it, you grab your phone and scroll through your Spotify until you find your work-out playlist. With “Mo Money Mo Problems”, by The Notorious B.I.G, playing through your ears, you get up and begin your stretching routine. Reaching up as far as you can, you keep your back straight and bend at the hips until your finger tips touch your toes. You stay in that position for a second, swaying side to side softly to feel that slight burn in the backs of your thighs and calves. You stand back up, pushing your braids back over your shoulders and out of your way before you finish stretching.

After 10 minutes, your body felt warmer and ready for more challenging activities. You spray the matt and wipe it clean before returning it to its rightful place. Grabbing your belongings, you move back into the centre of the gym, finding the weight machines.

“Fucking hell.” You whisper to yourself. Realising you had no one there to spot you on the machines. I’m gonna kill her later. You thought to yourself about your flaky friend. You weren’t trying to get yourself into a position where you couldn’t lift the weight, ultimately ending in your neck being crushed, so you look around the gym for a free staff member. Finding no one around, other than the creepy men that had been staring at you like starved animals, you keep looking and you see one man a couple machines over from you, wiping his forehead with a small towel and taking a swig of some refreshing looking water.

Building up your courage for a second you decide he is the best option because he was clearly the only man in the room with even a modicum of self-control. After pausing your music, you walk over to him and tap one manicured finger on his shoulder.

He turns around, his black mask covering everything but two beautiful blue eyes, I recognise those eyes,you ponder.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“No, problem. What can I do for you?” He replies, his eyes crinkling slightly, letting you know he was smiling behind his mask.

“Ok, so basically, my friend was supposed to come here with me as we usually spot each other when using the weights. But she is a lazy fuck and didn’t show up.” You giggle.

“Right, and you need me for that?” He said, attempting to decipher what you had said.

“Well… You’re the only person in here that hasn’t been staring at my ass so I thought you would be the best candidate.” You say bluntly.

He had definitely been looking, he just wasn’t so blatantly obvious about it.

“Fair enough.” He laughs. “So, where do you want to start?”

“I usually start with the bench press, if you don’t mind.” You say to him, already walking towards it.

He follows you, eyes on your soft, slightly curvy figure as he pushes his phone and headphones into his pocket.

You place all of your things on the floor next to machine and lay back on the bench, one leg each side. Your new work-out partner dropped his belongings next to yours and moved to stand behind the machine, the front of his thighs lightly brushing the crown of your head.

“Since I’ll be relying on you to not let the weight crush me to death, I think I should probably get your name.” You giggle, looking up at him, his face upside down to you.

“That makes sense.” He laughs with you, his right hand grabbing his left pectoral muscle.

“The names Chris, and you?” He asks. You don’t reply immediately, the cogs in your brain turning until something clicks. The bright blue eyes, the laugh, the voice, the titty slap… You knew who it was.

“I’m Y/N. But Chris… as in Chris Evans?” You ask, just to confirm your suspicion, even though you were already 100% sure.

“Uhh, yes actually. What gave it away? I thought this mask and hat would be enough of a disguise.”

“Well, I was already suspicious after I tapped you earlier, but that titty slap sealed the deal my friend.” You laugh together.

“Darn it. I didn’t realise I was known for that. So, are you a fan?” He questions.

You adjust the weight on the machine to an acceptable number before laying back down and returning your brown eyes to his blue ones.

“I mean, I’ve seen a few of your movies and a couple of interviews.” You lie, knowing full well that you had seen almost all of his movies and as many interviews as you could find on YouTube.

“Oh! Congratulations on getting ASP sorted out, it’s a very admirable project.” You mention.

“Thank you very much, I’m very proud of the work we’ve done so far.”

You grab the weight, securing your hands around the bar and lift before bringing it down to your chest and back up. Chris watches you, mesmerised by your strength. He couldn’t figure out how you could lift so well, not seeing any visible muscle in your arms. He shook his head slightly to bring himself back to reality. He refocussed his attention on you, placing his hands under the bar but not lifting any of the weight for you.

After a few reps, you could feel your blood pumping and a small amount of sweat collecting in your hairline and on your cleavage, making your brown skin shimmer under the florescent lighting.

Chris takes the weight from you, and places it back on its hooks above your head.

“Thank you.” You say as you reach for your water bottle. As you take a sip, the condensation from the bottle drips onto your chest, slowly making its way between your breasts and out of sight. Your eyes wander to Chris again, his eyes already on you, or more specifically on your cleavage. You slowly move the bottle away from your mouth and lick the remaining water from your lips.

“Like what you see?” You whisper seductively. You had no idea where this burst of confidence had come from.

Chris clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t.” You reply, keeping your eyes locked on his, wanting desperately to see the rest of his face.

“So… you live here right?” Chris questions, pulling his eyes from yours in an attempt to take the tension out of the atmosphere that you’d both created.

You drop the bottle on the floor and lift your long braids from your neck, the fresh breeze from the air conditioning providing relief for your heated body.

“Yeah, 8th floor. I’ve never seen you here before though, did you move recently?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m on the 10thfloor. It’s just temporary though, it’s closest to the set of this tv show I’m working on.”

You want to spend more time with him, enjoying his presence immensely. What could I possibly say though without sounding like a creepy fan?

“Oh cool… Would you want to have dinner with me? I- uh, have extra food and I won’t be able to finish it all myself anyway. I was tested for covid today at work, negative. Just to clarify” You shy away from his eye contact slightly, nervous of his reply.

“Absolutely.”

“Really?... I thought it would take a little more convincing to be honest.” You say before standing and moving to the next machine.

He laughs a little and follows you, eyes on your ass. “Well, I have nothing to do after this, and I have a bottle of wine in my apartment that looks very tempting and I don’t want to end up drinking it all by myself.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you with that.” You joke with him.

30 minutes later, your session was complete. The both of you laughing and talking the entire time. Your abs had received more of a workout just from cackling at his ridiculous dad jokes.

“I’m just going to grab my stuff from the locker room. Should I meet you at my apartment?”

“Sounds good to me. I’ll be 20 minutes tops… I kinda stink so a shower is a must right now.”

“Yeah, you do sorta stink.” You pinch your nose and laugh at his expense.

“Wow. You’re so mean.” He says with feigned offence, clutching his chest dramatically.

“It’s ok, I stink too.” You laugh together.

“Ok, I guess I’ll see you soon…”

“Yeah, you will…” You wink and disappear into the locker room. But not before you see him adjust himself in his sweatpants.

20 minutes later, you were in your apartment after a steamy shower, and a quick shave. I mean, you weren’t expecting things to progress further than a potential make-out session, but you never know and you didn’t want to have to turn him down because you were too lazy to shave your cooter. You decide on grey pyjama shorts and a fitted white Henley top, not wanting it to look like you were trying really hard. Fortunately for you, as Chris should be there any minute, your skin had been cooperating recently so just a dash of mascara and some lip balm will do. Just as you were finishing, you hear a soft (but firm) knock on your front door.

Calm down, Y/N. You say to yourself whilst fanning your face and pulling your braids into a high ponytail to keep them off your clammy neck. You do a little jog to the door, opening it to a freshly showered Chris. Now, without his mask, you could see his whole face. His full beard and chiselled jaw-line was waking the butterflies in your stomach.

You attempt to hide your attraction, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were being dramatic; he was only wearing a plain white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

He pulls a bottle of red wine from behind his back. “May I come in?” His eyes flickering to your braless breasts, your nipples stiffening slightly as a slight breeze blew through the open door.

You bite your lip and step to the side, allowing him to fit his large body through the doorway.

Closing the door behind him, you move to stand next to him in the hallway. You clear your throat and play with your hands a little. “Um, the living room is this way.” He kicks off his trainers and follows closely behind you. Observing your apartment on the way.

You lead him to the sofa and he sits after placing the bottle on the coffee table.

“I’m gonna grab the bottle opener and a couple glasses… back in a sec.” He gives you a small smile, relaxing into the plush sofa cushions.

Once inside the kitchen, you rush to the sink and grab a paper towel to dab some cold water on your neck. This man has done nothing but exist and you’re already over-heating like a horny teenager. You throw the paper towel in the rubbish and move to the cupboard to pull the glasses out, leaning up on the tips of your toes, you still struggle to reach. As the tips of your fingers brush the stem of the glass, a much larger hand reaches over your head and retrieves the glasses with no effort. You freeze as his chest barely brushes your back. Keeping your back to him, he places the two glasses on the surface to your right.

“Thank you…” Your voice gets lost in your throat, coming out as a whisper, your hands grasping the edge of the surface.

“No problem.” He murmurs, his lips only just coming into contact with the shell of your ear, a shiver racking its way down your spine.

And just like that, he moves away. “You coming?” He asks, walking back to the sofa, acting as though he doesn’t know that he just made you cream your panties.

“Yeah, one second.” You reply, moving to grab the bottle opener before following him to the living room. You could feel his eyes on you as you sit next to him. God, he must be able to feel the heat radiating off of you. You pass him the bottle opener, doing your best to act normal. All that confidence you had in the gym was long gone, replaced with intense arousal.

He grabs the bottle from the table and pulls off the outer wrapping before pushing the screw into the cork. You watch as his bicep muscles flex. You didn’t realise you were staring until you heard the popping sound of the cork exiting the bottle. You avert your eyes and grasp a glass in each hand, allowing him to half-fill the glasses. You pass one to him and settle into the sofa, taking a sip of your own. Your eyelashes flutter as the red liquid hits your tongue.

“God damn, that is good shit.” He laughs out loud at your sudden statement.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You fall into a comfortable silence as you each enjoy the beverage, glancing at each other, then averting your eyes when caught.

“Oh, I forgot, we were supposed to eat!” You jump up from the sofa.

Before you can get any further, you feel his hand close around your wrist, turning you around to face him. He puts your glasses on the coffee table and pulls you to stand between his legs.

“There’s only one thing I want to eat right now, Y/N.” He mumbles against your stomach, glancing up at you through his long eyelashes.

“What are you trying to do to me, Chris?” You sigh, your head rolling back onto your shoulders. He smirks as he pushes his fingers under the hem of your Henley. His thumbs massage your waist as he places soft kisses across a strip of your exposed belly. Your hands grip his shoulders as your legs began to feel weak, although you know his strong hands holding your waist would be enough to keep you from falling.

“I’m trying to seduce you, can’t you tell?” He says, the smirk still gracing his features.

“Well, you succeeded. Now what?”

He looks up at you, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs before pulling you to straddle his lap.

“Fuck.” You whimper as his semi-hard appendage pushes against your clit.

One of his hands holds onto the back of your neck, while the other arm wraps itself tightly around your lower back. He pulls you down by your neck, your lips slotting comfortably over his plush bottom lip. You gasp softly as his tongue brushes against your top lip, asking for entrance, which you allow instantly. At this point, he could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d be more than happy to oblige.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your chest against his, wanting to be as close to him as possible in that moment. The hand that he had around your waist travelled downwards until it reached your ass, pushing it down as his hips snapped up.

“Ugh- fuck Chris!” You moan into his mouth.

He hums against your lips as he continues grinding your lower halves together.

“Is this ok with you, baby? Because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we keep going.” He jokes.

“God- this is more than ok.” You moan, your hips frantically chasing release. Dry humping like a couple of horny teenagers. A soft warmth was building in your lower stomach, and your legs were tingling.

“Chris, you’re gonna make me come…” You gasp, kissing him passionately and squeezing your thighs against his as the heat of your orgasm spreads from your core to the very tips of your limbs.

“That’s it, honey. Use me.” He mumbles against your neck before sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh, still using his hand to push your hips against his own to prolong your release.

His head rolls back onto the back of the sofa for a second, his release not far behind yours.

“I want you to fuck me, Chris.” You whisper, taking the opportunity to suck at the side of his neck, just like how he did to you moments ago.

“God damn, you’re amazing.” He sighs, basking in the pleasure he was receiving as you continued to bite at his neck and gently roll your clothed pussy against his now fully erect dick.

The next thing you know, you’re on your back, pressed between the sofa and Chris.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, you shrink slightly under his gaze, covering your face with your hands. He pulls your hands away, pinning them to the sofa beside your head with his own.

“Don’t hide from me, baby.”

“Ok.” You whisper.

Chris sloppily presses his lips to yours before pulling your top up and over your head, throwing it behind him. Your shorts suffered the same fate.

“Fucking perfect.” He says it so quietly, you had almost missed it. His large hands wander all over your torso, from your collar bone to your slightly curved hips. When he reaches your calves, he pushes them up until your knees are brushing against your nipples.

He moves down, holding your legs up and open from the backs of your thighs, finger tips digging into the skin there. A puff of air you didn’t know you were holding escapes your lungs when you feel his lips kiss your pussy softly through the thin material of your panties. His eyes lock onto yours as his fingers pull your panties to the side, making sure he didn’t see any signs that you were uncomfortable. When he saw the lust in your eyes, your pupils blown wide, he flattens his tongue, swiping from your hole all the way to the hood of your clit, giving it 3 rapid flicks with his tongue. You moan louder than you were expecting, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and toes curling at the feeling. He smirks against your pussy as he continues his ministrations. One of his hands leaves your thigh, allowing you to relax the muscle there as it lowers onto his shoulder. Your back arches into the other leg that was still up as he presses his thick middle finger into your weeping hole, whilst sucking softly at your clit to distract you from any discomfort.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. Squeezing me so good, and it’s only one finger. I can’t wait to feel you gripping my cock.” God, you’d never have expected THE Captain America to have such a filthy mouth, and yet here he was driving you insane with his dirty words.

Your body is thrashing around on the sofa. The sensation of his finger thrusting into you and curling up to meet that special place inside you, sending you off the deep end. His tongue was on its own mission, flicking as fast as it could against your swollen clit.

“I’m c- FUCK! I’m coming, Chris. Please, d-don’t stop.”

He increases the speed of both his finger and his tongue, watching as you fall apart underneath him. Your hands rush to roughly pinch at your nipples as you squirt into his mouth, whimpering and moaning louder than ever, your thighs shaking around his head and toes digging into his plump ass cheeks as your back arches. He slowly removes his finger, giving your over-sensitive clit a few more soft licks, sending shocks through you.

He drops your thighs from his shoulders, and removes your soaked panties, dropping them to the floor. Moving up to return his lips to yours, you could taste yourself on his lips and on his tongue, drawing a hum from deep within your chest.

“Such a good girl, coming like that for me. Have you ever squirted before, baby?” He questions, licking at your juicy bottom lip.

“Uh uh.” You say, unable to form full sentences. He’d fucked you stupid with only his tongue and finger, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he could do with his cock.

“Look at you, honey. You can’t even speak. What did I do to you, huh?” He rasps, his voice deep and husky. He stands up, removing his clothing so you wouldn’t be the only one completely exposed and places himself back between your welcoming thighs, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of your head. You look down, admiring his size. You shivered slightly when you thought about the fact that you’d never had a cock of that girth inside you before.

“I think you broke me.” You reply, a nervous smile on your lips as you snap back to reality, and wrap your arms around his neck, your hands pushing into his soft hair.

“I’ve only just begun, baby.” He whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

With that you squeal as he wraps his arms beneath you, his now bare cock softly rubbing against your sensitive pussy. He lifts you as he moves to sit back against the sofa, pulling you into his lap, the same position you had started in.

His lips find yours immediately, you whimper into his mouth as he leaves soft scratches from your shoulders down to the small of your back, your arms hanging idly around his neck. A low growl leaves his mouth as you rut your hips against his, your pussy soaking him as you did so. You whine as the tip of his cock catches on your dripping hole

“I need you inside me.” You say, finding it hard not to just slam your hips down and let his cock penetrate you then and there.

“I don’t think you understand how much I wanted those words to come out of your mouth.”

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, your hands holding his neck when his hands grip your hips softly.

“Fuck.” He curses himself for not being more prepared.

“I have the implant, if you’re ok with that. I was tested recently and I assure you, I don’t want to be impregnated any time soon. Also, if you give me an STI, I know where you live.” You threaten him with a giggle to let him know you weren’t completely serious.

“I have a feeling I’ll pass out if I leave here without fucking you so… fuck it.” He states, desperation obvious in his blue eyes.

“I don’t think you understand how much I wanted those words to come out of your mouth.” A deep chuckle leaves him when he realises you had plagiarised his own words from before.

“I love your laugh.” You say, before softly pecking his lips. Before you can move away, his lips press against yours as his hands move to your ass, lifting you from his lap. His leaking tip once again pressing against your opening.

He looks down to watch as he pulls you down slowly, inching inside you. Your eyes rolling back as he stretched you so good, and he wasn��t even half way in.

“Fucking shit, you’re so god damn tight and wet, baby.” He groans, his head falling back against the sofa.

You became impatient, he was moving too fucking slow. You let him thrust the first few inches of his cock in and out a few times to allow yourself to adjust to his far above-average size. You move his hands from your ass, holding them on your breasts as you slam your hips down the rest of the way. A shout is ripped from both of your throats at the feeling of immense pleasure, your toes curling as the tip of his cock had hit your cervix.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He says, half laughing and half moaning, both of you breathing heavily.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, proud that you could pleasure him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You whisper into his ear, licking his earlobe and placing your hands on his pecs.

You watch as his pupils dilate, your foreheads pressed together, lust taking over both of you.

You feel him reposition his feet on the floor and his arms wrap securely around your back before he pulls you tight against his chest. He pulls his cock out until only the tip was left inside and brings you down onto him as hips thrust up.

“FUCK!” You scream. You struggled against him, wanting to grip onto something but your hands were stuck between your chests, his hips strong and unrelenting.

Your head rolled from his forehead until it landed on his shoulder, your neck unable to hold the weight as he continued to fuck you into the next decade. He looked down at your lolling head, your mouth open and eyes rolled back, soft moans leaving your lips.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He asks, a smirk on his face. He knew you couldn’t reply, and he knew how good he was making you feel, your body completely soft against his as any ounce of strength left you. He didn’t stop, he wanted to ruin you. He wanted to make sure you’d never want another man again. At some point during your time together, he realised he wanted this to be more than just a fuck and duck. He wanted to take you on a real date, spend time with you and get to know your personality, not just your body.

Your eyelashes fluttered and your nails dug into his chest to ground yourself when you regained your strength, skin slapping against skin was the only sound that could be heard. That and your own heart beat pounding in your ears.

“There’s those pretty brown eyes.” He says as he kisses you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releases it with a pop.

“You’re so d-deep. You feel so g-gooood.” You slur, surprised you could even speak.

“I know, baby. You gotta sit up though, let me play with that pretty little clit so I can make you come around my cock.” He says, slowing his hips but still hitting you deep.

He helps you sit up straight on his lap, his hips never ceasing.

“Hold onto my shoulders, honey.” You do as he says, still not fully lucid.

His hands move to your hips, moving you back and forth. You caught on and continued moving as one of his hands released your hip and moved between your bodies. Your back arched when his rough fingers came into contact with your clit, rubbing small circles against the most sensitive point.

“Fuck, Chris. You’re so fucking good.” You moan as you felt your orgasm approaching. You mustered up the little strength you had, holding onto the back of the sofa, you pushed your breasts against his chest and began bouncing your ass hard and fast on his cock.

His eyes closed in pleasure but his magical fingers never stopped their ministrations against the swollen bud between your legs. You felt a little bit competitive at this point, after he had basically made you pass out. You wanted to make him come first. You sat up straight before standing up, his cock leaving you. His eyes snapped open at this. Before he could comprehend what was happening, you were back on his lap but this time, your back was facing his front.

Once you had gotten comfortable, you lifted your hips to line up his cock with your pussy. Chris puts his hands behind his head, relaxing as you dropped your hips down, his cock slipping in easily.

You placed your hands on his knees, using them as leverage as you bounced your ass over his cock. You gasped when one his hands made impact with your ass cheek.

“Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean you’re in charge, Y/N.” The dominant tone of his voice made you whimper, but your determination to make him come first hadn’t wavered.

You squealed when his hands lifted you up and off of him entirely and stood you up on the floor.

“On the floor, baby. Ass up.” You couldn’t figure out what it was about him, but you wanted to do anything and everything he told you to do. So, there you were, on your hands and knees. Back arched and ass up, pussy fully exposed to him.

“Such a good girl.” You had no idea he was behind you until he spoke. His tongue swiping up the juices that had leaked from your sensitive pussy. “How is this pussy so sweet, baby?”

Before you could reply, he had slammed his cock inside you up to the hilt, his balls tapping your clit. You did your best to keep yourself in an upright position, your elbows stuttering against your weight and the force of his thrusts. Chris notices your struggle and uses his hand to put pressure between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body and face to press against the soft carpet beneath you. He follows you down, trailing damp kisses across your back and shoulders, anywhere he could reach. Your legs now spread, he uses one hand to hold both of yours above your head, whilst the other attacked your pulsing clit.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He groans against your neck, feeling your pussy clenching and releasing continuously around his cock. The sensation of his balls tapping your pussy consistently, your sweat covered bodies gliding against each other, his fingers flicking, pulling and rubbing against your clit had you seeing stars.

“Fuuuuuuck! Chris, I’m coming!” You cried out, pushing back against him.

“Yes, honey. Come for me. Only me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

“Ughhh. You, only you, Chris. F-fuck, only you!”

The next thing you know, he’s pinching your clit between his forefinger and thumb, the shock was felt from head to toe.

“Fuck, there it is, honey.” He moans, still gently rubbing at you to ensure you had gotten the most of your orgasm.

You collapse beneath him as he grabs your ass cheeks with both hands and continues fucking you into the carpet, chasing his own release. 1, 2, 3 more thrusts and he was exploding inside you. The warmth of his come painting your walls had you whimpering in relief.

“Oh shiiiit. You’re so fucking good for me. Taking me so well, honey.”

He pulls out of you, stroking your back as he reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing the box of tissues to clean mixture of your juices leaking out of your hole. Once he was satisfied that you were clean, he rolled you over and picked you up from beneath your shoulders and the backs of your knees, lifting you until he was standing.

“Point me to the bedroom, baby.” You pointed in a general direction, still delirious after your powerful orgasm.

He pushed the bedroom door open with his foot, before walking across the room and laying you down on the bed. He tucked you in under the covers and gently stroked your sweaty forehead. Just as he was about to walk away, he felt a dainty hand wrap around his wrist.

“Stay. Please?” You asked him, your brown eyes searing into him. How could he possibly resist you when you looked at him like that, lips slightly pouted and nose scrunched up.

He thinks about it for a second before walking around the bed and getting under the covers on the other side.

You roll over, your right leg over his hip and right arm across his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around you as he felt your steady breath against his neck, letting him know you had fallen asleep. He had never felt more at peace than he did in that moment, knowing he was going to keep you for as long as you’d have him.

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