#rpf smut

[gingerjolover]

Electrolytes - Julien Baker x fem!reader

Synopsis: after a separate night out, julien just wants to spend time with her gf <3

G's notes: since i've been such a tease, i am finally delivering...sorry if it sucks lol

also shoutout to @boywithpinkcarnation and @whore4munagenius <3

WC: somewhere around 2k

Warnings: RPF, reader is afab, actual smut i swear, swearing ig, no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that can be tucked behind the ear?

RPF smut under the cut, if you don't like it please dni!

minors, stay away! 🙅‍♀️

It feels like since buying a house and moving in with your girlfriend, you see her less. Yes, she priortizes you and makes time, but an album release, subsequent EP, three legs of a tour, and numerous press events later, a night when you’re both in the same city doing your own thing still stings. Julien has had some studio dinner planned for months now, meeting with the higher ups of her label in downtown Nashville. Normally she’d bring you, but your best friend’s birthday dinner happened to fall on the same night. 

When you get home, Julien’s car is already in the driveway. Walking in, eyes immediately drawn to the living room couch where Julien’s sitting, manspreading like her life depends on it, wrinkling the slacks you spent 20 minutes steaming. Her laptop is on her left thigh, typing away. Her head shoots up when she hears you close the door, eyes shining in recognition. “Hi baby,” you say softly, tucking your hair behind you ear, toeing off your shoes as your dogs come to greet you. She whistles for the dogs, opening the back door to let them out before bed. 

She puts her laptop down and walks over to you, kissing you deeply as she pushes her hands into your hair, her lips tasting of wine and tobacco, her breath hot on your face "I missed you, baby.”

“Mhm,” you moan into the kiss, her hands are cold in your hair, lips warm against your own. “Missed you,” you mumble against her lips, your hands wrapping around her torso bringing her closer to you. 

Her arms wrap around you as she kisses you deeper, her tongue exploring your mouth and her teeth pressing gently against your lower lip. She groans a little as she runs her hands up your back and leans into you further, breaking the kiss to breathe before burying herself back into your mouth once more.

Julien releases your lips, letting you take a breath, kissing up and down your neck, her hands settled at your hips. “You look so good,” she moans, hand running down your torso, sliding down your thighs before settling onto your ass. You wrap your arms around her neck, your chests flush. “How was the dinner?” you ask her, knowing she wasn’t super stoked to leave earlier. 

She groans as she continues kissing along your neck, her lips making their way down to the top of your shirt, burying her face into your chest, your hand in her hair.  "It was... alright. Bunch of guys trying to seem important." she mumbles, hands sliding up underneath your shirt. "Y'know, trying to get me to do things I don't necessarily want to do." she finishes lifting your shirt over your head, groaning when she sees the bralette adorning your body. 

You giggle, finding it endearing that she can complain while stripping you down.You connect your lips again, moaning against her mouth as your hands tug at her dress shirt. “But your team helped right? They stood up for you?” you mumble against her lips, gasping when her hands move to the button of your jeans.

She takes your bottom lip between her teeth, biting gently and making you shiver, She makes a low growl noise in her throat, looking you head to toe, admiring your jeans on your body before she takes them off.  "Yeah, they did. But it's the same bullshit, it's like..." she gestures with her hand, making a shrugging motion "I don't know. I don't really want to be there right now. I wanna be with you"

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled against her mouth, your hands in her hair. “I’ve just been seeing the dinner on the calendar for like a month and I didn’t want to jump your bones without at least asking about it,” you giggle, moaning as her lips suck on your neck. She kisses your nose innocently, starting to kiss down your chest and stomach, appreciating every inch of skin, She unbuttons your jeans, kneeling down and sliding them off. She kisses the top of your underwear, looking up at you with a teasing look, her big brown eyes darkening. 

She stands up again, kissing you firmly, her thigh going between your legs, her hands on your lower back.

She starts to pull away slightly "Stop being so cute. You're driving me nuts" she whispers seductively, her voice low and sultry, her movements slow, appreciating the time with you. Her hands grab your hips, pressing her bent knee further up between your legs, your hips moving gently “Oh god,” you whimper softly. 

“Not God, just me,” she teases, making herself laugh. “How was dinner?” she whispers against your neck and behind your ear, her lips and her breath brushing against your skin. 

“It was– um, it was– it was good,” you stammer out, Julien’s hands moving your hips back and forth the best she can in this position. 

“You’re gonna ruin my pants sweet thing,” Julien says, almost giddy, your wetness leaking onto her slacks.

“Jay, please,” you moan, hips stuttering, your head plopping onto her shoulder.

Her teeth make one last soft bite of your earlobe as she moves slightly away, licking her lips as she looks at you "Please what, baby?" a teasing whisper leaves her mouth with a sly smile on her face as she raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the side.

You look at her, eyes full of submission and desperation. Julien presses her thumb to your lip, watching you take the tip in your mouth, she groans, kissing your nose softly.

She nods and chuckles a little, her eyes full of lust as she looks down at you, her voice low and powerful "I want you upstairs. On the bed. Naked." she pushes you towards the stairs, her hand tapping your ass. 

She gives you a few minutes, wanting to make you sweat with anticipation. She takes her time letting the dogs in, making them sit for treats before filling up their bowls with dinner. 

Julien walks up the stairs slowly, dress shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled. She walks into the room, closing the behind her and sees you lying on the bed, her face becomes almost animalistic at the sight. She chuckles softly and starts walking over slowly, her lips curled and her eyes, darkened with dominance, locked on you "Good girl.”

Your back arches, body preening at the praise. Julien grabs your ankles, pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. 

She moves closer, her lips pressing against yours as her hands wrap around your legs, her fingers dig slightly into your soft flesh. "Such a good girl, laying on the bed for me. Being so still." she whispers as her lips slide out from yours, her tongue gliding down your neck as she moves to your collarbone

“Jules… please,” you whine softly, your girlfriend kissing down your torso. 

Her tongue glides lower until her mouth connects with your nipple, looking up at you with hooded eyes, her eyes lock with your own. "Please, what, sugar?" she whispers voice thick, letting your nipple go with a pop.

“I need you,” you whimper, legs widening for her. 

Her mouth moves to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment, her teeth scraping the skin as she pulls away. "Tell me, baby." she all but growls, kissing up your neck and biting your earlobe "Tell me where you need me."

You grab one of Julien’s hands, lowering it to your center, thighs clenching around her, you lean up and kiss her softly “Here, please,” you whine softly. 

Her eyes widen a little bit, your forwardness surprising her. She’s heavy breathing, letting out a soft huff before she presses her thumb against your clit, moving in figure-8 motions, "Princess, you’re so fucking wet."

You moan loudly, Julien’s teasing grin looking down on you, power eminating off of her as she stands fully clothed above you. Her nonchalance makes you preen, her eyes darting all over you body as she absentmindedly plays with your clit.

“Please,” you beg softly, Julien can’t help but fall to her knees at the foot of the bed, your skin prickling as she all but worships you. She hooks her arms around your legs, Julien pulling you closer to her, kissing up your legs. 

She lets out a low grumble, her hair falls over her eyes and she looks back up at you "Look at me, baby." she whispers "What do you want?" she's breathing heavily as her lips graze against your thighs.

Your hand goes to her hair, pushing it back so you can see her eyes. “Need your mouth,” you pant. 

"Need my mouth where, baby?" she asks teasingly, her tongue runs along your inner thigh. 

She does this everytime, asking you questions on purpose and then making it impossible to respond. She flattens her tongue, licking a single stripe up your pussy before attaching her mouth to your clit. 

“Ahh, babe, oh my god Julien,” you moan, your hand in Julien’s hair. 

Her arms cage in your legs, tongue pushing into you, nose rubbing against your clit. She’s lapping you up like she’s dying of thirst. Your hips buck against her arms, hand pressing your lower abdomen down, keeping you still. 

“J-Julien–oh fuck,” you squeal out, legs trying to clench around her. 

She pulls away slightly and looks up at you with a puffy lips, her chin wet, eyes bright and teasing. She rests her head on your thigh "What? Didn't hear you, baby." she bites your thigh gently, her teeth digging in "Say it again."

“Fuck, Don’t t-tease, Julien,” you pout back, closing your legs a little, trapping her head between them. 

She looks between your legs, biting her lip and looking at you "What was that, baby? All I heard was whining." she moves a bit between your legs, kissing everywhere but where you want her, "Is my baby gonna behave?"

“I was being good,” you say sassily, grunting when she takes your knees and spreads them, her arms holding your hips down harshly, face hovering over your center again. 

She looks up at you, her eyes are wide and full of lust. You see her grin as she begins to lick her lips "Is that right? You were being good?"

“Mhm,” you mumble, cut off by a gasp, Julien’s tongue moving quickly again. This time she lets go of your hips, you can feel her smile, her moans sending a vibration through you. “Grind on my tongue baby…that’s it, that’s my girl,” she mumbles against you, hands holding your chest. 

Your grip tightens in Julien’s hair, throwing your own head back and arching your back, moving your hips against her mouth desperately. “Please– I’m—” you stutter out.

“Cum for me, c’mon pretty girl,” her tone stern but sweet, two fingers are pushed into you, curling quickly.

Your back arches, hands gripping the sheets, Julien’s quick to remove her fingers, pulling your hips to her mouth, holding you tightly against her as you cum. She works you through your orgasm, mouth still sucking your clit before she’s licking up everything, not wanting to waste a drop. 

“Good?” she asks smugly, sucking her fingers clean and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She kisses your thighs, watching you pant and catch your breath, chest heaving. All you can do is stare at her, the crooked smile on her face, almost innocent, like she didn’t just make you ruin the sheets. Your hand moves to her hair, patting her head. 

“You did good, I’m proud of you,” she mumbles, moving to lay next to you. The scene quite funny, your fully dressed partner lying next to you. “Your outside clothes…” you grimace, tugging at her collar. She leans down, kissing you, licking her way into your mouth. You moan, able to taste yourself on her tongue. 

“I have to change the sheets anyway… and probably get rid of my pants,” she teases, finger tracing your face. 

“I can get the stain out,” you try to reassure, before she’s shaking her head, both of you looking at her thigh. 

“Don’t worry about it,” she chuckles, pulling you into her. 

“Now,” she says brushing your hair back, kissing you softly. “You need to hydrate, gotta get you some electrolytes.”

You look at her confused, head tilted to the side. 

“Did you think we were done here? Baby, I’m going to fuck you… so hard,” Julien says, pushing her lips onto your neck and tickling your sides. 

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[tom-whore-dleston]

My Only Angel

Pairing ▹ boss!Harry Styles x f. reader

Genre ▹ smut

This fic contains ▹ boss x employee relationship, daddy kink, praise kink, office sex, dry humping, finger sucking, mention of blowjob, scratching, hickies, Harry gets cockblocked

Word Count ▹ 1.1k

Summary ▹ pt. 2 of Not a Typical Boss

Notes ▹ Here is my very late submission for @the-slumberparty's Blast from the Past (week 2) challenge. I missed writing for Harry and I had fun revisiting one of my earlier fics ♡ Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

After spending the three-day weekend with Harry, you had some bounce to your step upon arriving at work. Your coworkers stared at you in bewilderment, unable to recognize this uber happy version of you. Memories of your time at Harry’s place filled your head as you typed away at your computer. 

All of a sudden, your desk phone began to blare that annoying ringtone. You sighed, picking up the phone and bringing it to your ear. 

“Yes?” 

The sound of the secretary’s voice echoed through the other side of the phone. “Mr.--I mean Harry–would like to see you in his office immediately.”

“Got it. Thanks, Kandice.” As you hung up, you bit back a giddy smile, thinking of seeing Harry again. Never mind the fact that you showed up to work from his house. You smoothed out your dress and reapplied your lipstick before stepping out of your office. 

Harry’s door was wide open once you reached his office space. His feet were propped on his desk and he mindlessly twirled a pen in his hand. He must have sensed you since he whipped his head around, a devilish smile plastered on his gorgeous face. His eyebrows motioned towards the door, and you shut and locked it behind you. 

You wasted no time in rushing towards him, climbing onto his lap with each leg locked by his hips. Muffled giggles left your mouths as you held each other on his rotating chair. His lips attached to your face, leaving gentle kisses all over.

“Miss me already?” You teased, as Harry kissed down your neck. He smirked against your skin coated in concealer. Your boss gave you no mercy this weekend when he littered your body with hickies. This morning, you desperately applied makeup over the hard-to-cover parts of your body. All of that work went to waste as Harry swiped his lips over the concealer, revealing bits of the bruises.

“Can you blame me, darling?” He mumbled, his fingertips tracing over your marks before landing underneath your chin. “Besides, I need a little stress relief before my meeting.” 

Then, he pulled you towards him to kiss you passionately. You both smiled and hummed into the kiss, deja vu kicking in as your lips danced along one anothers. Your core instantly grew wet and you subconsciously rutted your hips against his. Harry moaned into your mouth, allowing you to slip your tongue past his lips. He lifted your tight dress up to your waist, revealing your bare thighs and p to him. 

“Good girl, you remembered my rules.”

“I just want to be good for you, daddy.”

“Oh, I do love the sound of that.” His ring covered hand lightly wrapped around your neck, pulling you into another heated kiss. Your rosy lipstick smeared around his face, but he could care less. All that mattered to him was how much he could relish his fill of you before his meeting.

While his hand caressed your neck, you fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest which was also covered in your love bites. With your lips still on his, you raked your nails  down to his abdomen, creating red scratches over his tatted form. You had experimented this tactic with him in bed, and the reactions you pulled from him would be ingrained in your mind for eternity.

“Fuck, baby girl!” A growl erupted from his throat before firmly grasping your hips, guiding them over his clothed cock. You whimpered louder than you wanted, earning a hard smack on your ass. 

“Quiet, baby. Did you forget we’re not at home?” You pouted at him, which he quickly learned was your way of apologizing for being disobedient. Harry stroked your face before shoving his thumb into your mouth. 

“Can you be a good girl and suck my thumb?” He muttered seductively, causing your pussy to throb. You nodded, only to be met with another spank, the sting biting a little harder than the last one.

“Try again, but with your words, baby.”

You murmured with his thumb still in your mouth. “Yes, daddy, I can be good for you.”

Harry smiled before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Much better. Go ahead and keep grinding that little pussy on me.” You rolled your hips over him, feeling him harden underneath you. He wrapped his free arm around your torso, closing the space between you and him. This allowed you to grind harder on him and suck his thumb with more need. His cyaneous eyes fixated on your pink lips the same way he’d watch you sucking his cock.

“God, that’s fuckin’ good!” Harry groaned in a hushed voice. This motivated you to go faster, in hopes to reach that sweet release. The pleasure began to fill your lower belly as your wetness coated Harry’s slacks. 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He yanked his thumb out of your mouth before gripping your ass and controlling your movements over his lap. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your moans into his collar bone.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum like that, daddy!” You cried into his skin. 

“Yeah, baby girl? You gonna cum for daddy?” He chuckled lowly. “You like being my little fuck doll?”

“Yes, I love it, daddy!” The desperation cracked in your voice as your clit rubbed over his length. “Please, make me cum, please!”

Harry didn’t need to say anything before he started rocking into you while still working you on top of him. Breathy grunts fell from his mouth as his abs tightened with pleasure. His fingers  dug into your hips as you slammed against each other repetitively. Before either of you could hit your high, the same ringtone that tipped you off cloud nine earlier filled the room.

“Fuckin hell!” Harry cursed under his breath, throwing his head back. He flashed you an remorseful look and you reassured him with a peck on his lips. Your boss quickly gained his composure back before answering the call. 

“How can I help you, Kandice?” You could hear the woman’s sing-song voice, reminding Harry of his meeting that will start in ten minutes. He thanked her before setting the phone down. Somberness dawned over his face for a slight second until he peered into your eyes, making him more at ease.

“Looks like we’ll have to pick up where we left off on our lunch break.” You nodded enthusiastically, and helped him look presentable for his meeting. Glancing up and down his tall frame, your heart fluttered and heat rushed to your cheeks. How did you get so lucky in stealing your boss’ heart?

“Thank you for helping me destress and clean up, darling.”

“Anything for you, daddy.” You shared one last kiss before watching him walk out of his office.

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[release-the-mccracken]

Smut Dialogue Ask Game

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it as dealers choice if you dare) and I'll write you a snippet! (500 words or less)

“You're so pretty when you're coming for me.”

”Let me hear you make that sound again.”

“Shh. do you want them to hear? I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?”

"That's not how we ask for things, is it?"

"Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

"Let him watch."

"Go on. Ride my thigh."

"Can you feel how much I want you?"

"I want to ruin you."

“Tell me what you imagine, when you think of me.”

“You can be rough. I can take it.”

"I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

"I have been thinking about doing this all day."

"If you don't stop that, I'm gonna end up bending you over the couch and taking you right here."

"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."

"Come on, I want to hear you beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you."

"I've never been with someone so big before."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

“God, you feel so good around me.” 

"You should let me ride you."

"You look so good under me."

"Please, let me touch you."

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.”

“Need a hand?” 

"I want you to come inside me this time."

"God, you're beautiful."

"Not so rough."

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

Switch

Summary: Taylor and Nick are having tons of fun getting paid to make out with each other. Maybe too much because it translates into after hours work, but.. WAIT YOU BOTH WANT TO TOP?

(18+) Kinks/Tags: RPF, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm, oral sex, (a little) rough oral sex, desperate kisses, trying to out top, slutting, penetration, so many banters, Nick top, Taylor top, WAIT TWO TOPS?, Two tops.

This is a Taylor x Nick smut fic, for fun, not a weird ship thing just some sexy mental imagery. Enjoy!

Neither of them knew how it happened, not that it was close to on their minds right now. It was after a long day on set, Taylor had come to Nick’s hotel room. The two had dinner, and drinks, and as per usual at least four banters. Come to think of it now, maybe the drinks had something to do with it. But it was only a few drinks to unwind, surely that couldn’t be responsible for this? Responsible for the way Nick was straddling Taylor’s lap, grinding against the other man, hands tangled in Taylor’s hair in a way that thanks to this movie, had become familiar. Their lips were crushed together, were either of them even breathing? That was up for debate, all that was coming from either were soft sighs, hums, desperate gasps for air. Taylor’s hands moved down the other man’s back now; sliding down and grabbing Nick’s hips. Large hands applying a firm pressure, guiding the way Nick moved, like trying to shift the haphazard desperate grinding into something more fluid. “You are kind of a slut aren’t you?” Taylor was the one to break the silence, allowing both a reprieve to catch a breath. “Oh sorry, should I get off? Do you want me to stop?” Nick asked, but his tone was not even close to concerned, he knew the answer. “Also, a bitch,” Taylor added as he leaned his head back, feeling Nick’s full lips run along the length of his neck. “But also really hot,” that came out more like a moan as he felt Nick’s teeth bite at his throat. “I wouldn’t be such a bitch if you weren’t so unbearable.” The bottle blond defended, but it did come out as an accusation; especially the way he used two fingers to push at the other man’s chest. “Oh, so unbearable that you’re grinding on my dick like you’re actually getting something out of it?” Honestly, Taylor expected another banter out of that one, especially because he did his best impression of Nick’s ‘unbearable’. But it didn’t work, instead Nick just grinned quite like he knew something Taylor didn’t. “I am.” It came out almost sing song as he ran his hands over Taylor’s chest, lower now, tugging off the shirt that the other man had on. One quick motion tossed Taylor’s shirt aside as Nick dipped his head down, licking one long stripe up Taylor’s chest, up the side of his neck, before biting Taylor’s jawline. Just one little bite, but enough to make Taylor’s breathing shake, as if the lick hadn’t already left him short for words. “I love feeling you get so fucking hard under me,” Nick’s voice was soft, it sounded like a secret. His fingers slid down Taylor’s chest, and underneath himself, sitting up on his knees just enough to let his hand wrap around the other man’s length. His fingers giving that hardness an experienced little squeeze, like he knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make Taylor gasp.

“You know I was… joking about the slut thing but, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be joking. I swear that’s a compliment.” Taylor’s voice was almost shaking as he spoke, trying his best to keep his cool composure, but losing it so quickly. Nick smiled, so sweetly, as if his hand weren’t… where it was, brushing lips over the other man’s “And you haven’t even seen what I can do with my mouth yet.” Taylor’s breathing shook as Nick’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, “Uh no I think I have a decent idea what you can do with your mouth. I mean I definitely know what those lips were made for.” Taylor reached up a hand as he spoke, cupping Nick’s chin in his hand, running one thumb over those full lips. As he did though, Nick opened his mouth, tilting his head down and wrapping his lips around that thumb. His eye’s locked on Taylor’s as he sucked that thumb, so slowly bobbing his head; being as obscene as possible about it really. “Shit, okay yeah I get it,” Taylor exhaled the words his breathing shaking. As Nick pulled back slowly, his lips spread into a grin until the tip of Taylor’s thumb was just barely pressed against his lips, “Want me to put my mouth on your cock instead?” All Taylor could do really was give an enthusiastic nod, just staring with his own lips slightly parted. “Good,” Nick chirped, slipping back to stand up and then immediately looping his fingers in Taylor’s belt loops, “Come on, come to bed.” He said tugging the other man to stand up. “You know you don’t.. have to drag me.” Taylor said with a laugh, letting himself be tugged toward that bed. “Has literally anyone ever said no to you after a show like that?” he asked. “No,” Nick was smiling as he stopped in front of the bed, reaching down to unbutton Taylor’s pants. “You know you are allowed to keep kissing me,” he said playfully as Taylor simply watched. “Oh right.” It was a genuine tone, like Taylor had forgotten that was an option. He leaned in, resting one hand on Nick’s face as he pressed their lips together.

Admittedly the kissing was getting a bit more heated as Nick unzipped Taylor’s jeans, pushing them down to the mid-thigh level before his hand once again groped at the other man’s hardness. This time his palm did most of the work, running along Taylor’s length as his fingers sort of guided the way. He didn’t keep it up long, a few moans into the kisses seemed enough for him. As the two kept kissing though, still just as heated, both trying to lead the kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Nick pushed those jeans lower, the underwear straight after, finally breaking the kiss to tug both entirely down; crouching down to help Taylor step out of them. “Thanks.” It was almost a pant from Taylor before he gestured at the bed, like in a questioning way. “Oh, absolutely not.” Nick laughed in a very genuinely amused way. “Do you actually think I’m getting on my knees for you in this hotel room? You must be mad,” he laughed again as he pulled off his own shirt. Still smiling in that same amused way, Nick stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, one single finger motioning Taylor closer. “You’re the one getting your cock sucked, you can stand. Or do you think that’s too much for you to handle?” Taylor did step closer, his head slightly cocked, “Well, if you’re half as good at it as you seem to /think/ you are? Maybe it is.” It was a bratty tone, that made Nick scrunch his face, in feigned disgust. “Don’t..admit those things out loud.” He said before leaning up to grab Taylor’s hip, pulling him closer, “Just stop talking and put your cock in my mouth.”

“Right.” Taylor rolled his eyes, pushing his fingers into Nick’s hair. They slid through it easily, roughing the freshly showered fluff up as he rested his hand on the back of Nick’s head. Taylor’s free hand took a hold of his cock, brushing it over Nick’s bottom lip as the blonde parted his lips. The tip of Nick’s tongue slipping out as he leaned in, immediately wrapping his lips around what he’d slipped into his mouth. Taylor let the hand at his base fall as Nick’s hand quickly left his thigh to replace it. It was the same act as earlier, Nick’s eyes fluttered up, locking on Taylor as he bobbed his head slowly, sucking in that same intense way. His tongue working in time with his lips as he rested one hand on Taylor’s thigh, one on his hip. “You.. look really fucking hot with a dick in your mouth.” Taylor’s breathing was a soft groan as he spoke, nodding down at Nick, who smiled, as much as he could, given the situation. Taylor’s hand was firm on the back of Nick’s head, guiding but not really applying any pressure, yet. He intended to, but for now he enjoyed those slow intense motions, as Nick slowly built to a steady pace. From below, Nick’s eyes never left Taylor’s face, locked on him, and eating up every single sound that came out of his mouth. Nick did make a few soft moans of his own, just so incredibly worked up by every expression of pleasure that the other man pulled.

It didn’t take long though for Taylor to finally apply some pressure to the back of Nick’s head. As soon as he did it, Nick rested his hand flat on Taylor’s hip, pushing back some as his eyes shot a warning look. “What, you’re not going to let me have any fun?” Taylor teased. But Nick didn’t bother to answer, pulling back enough to take a deep breath, but never taking his mouth off of that cock. He adjusted his mouth, quite like a snake realigning it’s jaw to swallow something hole. Honestly, Taylor found that a bit unsettling, but not for long. Once he’d seemed to relax himself, Nick leaned back in, immediately taking as much of that cock into his mouth as he could, and he managed about three fourths of the way before gagging. He didn’t pull back, only pausing in place as Taylor gave a groan, “Oh come on baby, you can do better than that, you know you can,” he cooed. Despite now watery eyes flashing Taylor a warning glare, Nick relaxed his throat as much as he could, pushing himself farther down, fighting through each gag until the tip of his nose brushed the dark hair on Taylor’s stomach.

“Holy.. shit baby,” Taylor panted, his fingertips massaging the back of Nick’s head, applying the slightest pressure, giving a much more intense moan as he felt Nick gag against him again. “You’re so fucking good at that.” Once Nick did pull back, Taylor easily released him, giving a worked up laugh as he nodded, “That was so fucking hot.” He panted. Nick was catching his breath, nodding as he leaned forward, spitting the excess saliva in his mouth onto the other boy’s cock, his hand stroking in place of his mouth as he caught his breath. “You look good getting your cock sucked,” the words were almost teasing but Nick grinned as he said them. “Not.. half as good as you look doing it baby, I promise.” Taylor laughed, “You.. gonna let me fuck your face? I mean clearly you can handle it.” Nick nodded where Taylor expected a ‘no’, “Yeah just not too long I don’t want you to cum before we even get started.” And Taylor eagerly nodded back, “Yeah of course babe, open?” he asked stepping back closer. Nick opened his mouth though, his hand still on Taylor’s cock as he tapped it against his tongue for a moment, those still glassy eyes locked on the brunette. “You really are a slut,” Taylor teased. “Say it again,” Nick breathed before dipping his head back down, immediately going back to sucking. This time it was like his life depended on it, fast and messy, and he rested both of his hands on the edge of the bed, just letting his mouth do all of the work. He didn’t slow down in the slightest when he’d take too much and gag, just letting tears well in the corners of his eyes. He relaxed into it as Taylor tangled both hands into his hair now, a firm but gentle gesture to hold Nick’s head in place as Taylor began to thrust into his mouth. He took a step maybe half an inch forward, but just enough to make Nick gag with each thrust, and enough to make Taylor moan in such a graphic way. He was so loud, and so unashamed of it, beyond feeling amazing, Nick was taking it so well for him. He didn’t fight, or pull, just trying to keep his eyes open, blinking back the natural tears that formed. “You’re being such a good slut for me,” Taylor panted, his fingertips almost rubbing at the other man’s scalp, still thrusting into those pretty lips. “Such a pretty little slut with that dick down your throat,” he groaned, only making a more worked up noise when he felt Nick moan at those words, which immediately resulted in a gag. “And you make the hottest fucking sounds choking on that dick baby.”

It didn’t last too much longer before Nick placed a hand on Taylor’s hips, the slightest push back, and Taylor did step back, letting Nick switch to using his hand. Once again, Nick spit all of that extra saliva, his hand massaging it in. “You liked it?” he asked in a pant. Taylor nodded, “Love it, you’re not done already ar..” but Taylor stopped speaking watching as Nick played with his cock. Rubbing his lips against it, tapping it against his face, rubbing it over his face. Almost literally nuzzling against it, like a kitten with his favorite toy. “No one does that shit outside of porn.” Taylor said with a breathy laugh. Nick pulled back with a grin, “I just did, so,” but he stood up now, shoving Taylor back as he began taking off his own pants. “Besides, you have a really nice cock.” Taylor stepping back from that shove shook his head, an amused grin on his lips. “How the .. fuck do you flip it off like that.. like a fucking light switch, you’re like Jekyll and Hyde.” Nick however, was finally naked now, and Taylor would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t follow every move, watching Nick unzip a travel bag. Watching as he pulled out lube, kind of impressive, slutty, but impressive, Taylor was into it. “I believe the phrase you’re looking for Taylor, is being a service top. Which I’m leaning into because you come across as a pillow prince.” He said before walking back to where Taylor was, gesturing at the bed, “Shall we?” he asked.

“Are you implying that you’re giving me special tre- wait what?” Taylor snapped to attention as he processed the rest of that sentence. “You think I’m a bottom? You think I’m a pillow princess?” Taylor wasn’t even pretending to not be offended. Nick however, looked unphased, “I said prince, are you not?”

“Uh, first off, excuse you, that is SO rude, I have never in my life just /laid/ there.” Taylor defended.

“There’s no shame in being a pillow prince, darling. I apologize if I implied there was.”

“I’m not done talking!”

“Very well, get it out, I know you need to.”

“Second off..” Taylor huffed, gathering himself, “Second off, I’m a top, mostly, anyway, I’m definitely the top here.” Nick laughed genuinely again, shaking his head, “No, no love you’re not.” “What do you mean no I’m not? You uh, you make a pretty convincing bottom, to –” Taylor waved his hands for effect, “Not be one.” He gave a more serious look then, “Did you forget about that?” “I was acting darling, I can’t believe I have to explain that to you, an actor.” Nick deadpanned. “Excuse me, you said you were leaning into the service top thing, you leaned into that bottom thing well enough.” Taylor said it almost like an accusation and Nick laughed, “And that has /no/ baring on my personal life.” There was a pause as Taylor almost pouted, “Well I’m taller.” “Oh my god, and that has NO baring on this situation, besides you’re like an inch taller than me.” Nick said, still smiling. “Well,” Taylor was still pouting, “We can.. measure..” he gestured at his own hips, then Nick’s. “No, we are not having a literal dick measuring contest for this.” Nick deadpanned again. “Huh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say dick before.” Taylor mused. “Because that’s an American word and that was THE most American suggestion I’ve ever heard.” “Okay well what are we doing?” Taylor asked with a sigh, looking over Nick who just shrugged. “We just.. start and see who wins?” he asked. “Oh, it’s a competition now?” Taylor couldn’t hide a smirk. “Was it ever anything else?” Nick asked, just stepping back and sliding onto the bed, motioning another finger at Taylor, who immediately ran and jumped on the bed. “Stop come hither-ing me like you’re in charge.” Taylor said, despite crawling over the top of Nick, kissing the other man hard. “I am.” Nick mumbled into that kiss, his hands sliding up Taylor’s arms, wrapping around his back before he used one foot for leverage. Once he had that leverage, he was shoving Taylor back, so he was on top, pressing his hips down against Taylor’s. But Taylor allowed it, his hands sliding down Nick’s back, large hands grabbing Nick’s ass, groping and kneading pale skin. Nick did grin into those kisses, “Brat.” He whispered at the hands on his ass. “You’ve definitely called me worse.” Taylor said against his lips, but it was a much flirter tone than he’d been using before.

But the kissing wasn’t slowing down, the two of them did flip each other a few more times, Nick ducking back so Taylor was on top once Taylor got too handsy. Nick ‘cheating’ according to Taylor and applying the same hands trick until they both ended up on their sides. Hips pressed together, their cocks consistently brushing up against each other, making both of them give soft gasps and moans. Finally, Nick reached back, grabbing the lube, and opening it without breaking the kiss. “Give me that,” Taylor mumbled into the kisses, reaching for the lube as Nick just held his arm farther away. But all it took was just one lil jerk from Taylor’s long arm to snatch it. “You really are insufferable,” Nick laughed as he watched Taylor apply it to his fingers. “Hey, I’m being nice, I’m using lube.” Taylor defended as Nick snatched the bottle, applying some to his own fingers. For a moment they just stared at each other, like willing the other to cave in. Clearly reaching a ‘fine!’ sort of resolution at the same time as their lips crashed together again, the bottle of lube getting lost in the mix as their bodies pressed together once more. Hands clumsily wrapped around the other, fingers pushing into each other at almost the exact same time. Both of them gasped, Taylor seeming almost shocked that Nick went through with it. Nick’s brows furrowed as he gave a sharp ‘Christ’ under his breath, “Your.. fingers are so fucking thick. Why did you use two?”

“Oh sorry,” Taylor sounded vaguely concerned, “You okay? Is it too much?” he asked. Nick gave him a defiant look, “I won’t give you the satisfaction of saying yes.” Taylor made a ‘fair enough’ face, “I think it’s worth mentioning that you also used two.” He added. Nick did laugh softly, “Well, you better get used to it, my cock is big.” He teased. “Oh okay okay, wow there’s an ego I didn’t see coming.” Taylor teased back. Moments later, the two were at it again, kissing each other like they were starving for it. Slowly fingers started to move, both of them working their fingers into each other. And both of them started to get noticeably more into it than they’d have liked to admit. Their hips pressing tighter together, it was impossible to tell which of them started it really, but they were grinding against each other. In reality both of them were grinding back against the other’s fingers, but they’d never admit it. “You like that don’t you?” Nick panted against Taylor’s lips, and Taylor tried to give a ‘ha’ sort of noise that came out more like a moan. “Not nearly as much as you’re going to love my dick.” Taylor groaned, though he’d have sworn it was unrelated. “Mhn that’s not how it’s going to work, you’re going to cum from my fingers, and then I’m going to fuck you into this mattress.” Nick panted. “Not if I make you cum first.” Taylor hissed through gritted teeth. “In your dreams.” Nick answered. But lips were crushing together again as Taylor pushed another finger into Nick, making him whimper, his free hand pawing at Taylor’s chest. Taylor could feel teeth against his lips, almost a growl as Nick pressed closer, and he felt another finger slide into himself as well, earning Nick a gasp from the other man. “Your fingers are.. ridiculous.” Nick finally admitted, in almost a whimper. And Taylor was nodding back, “I mean you’re.. definitely not bad at this.” He groaned. They were kissing again, their fingers working into each other desperately. Their hips still grinding together, both moaning in such a desperate way with each push of their hips that resulted in those fingers sliding deeper. Both of their bodies more than warming up to the intrusion. Again, even if they’d never admit it, both of them aching for something.. just a bit bigger. After a few more moments though, they broke that kiss, Nick was the one to break it, looking between them, “You’re.. like dripping.” He panted. Taylor stumbled over his words some at that, “Yeah it’s.. it’s like who I am, I have a lot of precum, you’re not doing anything special.” “I didn’t imply that I was,” Nick clarified, “I mean I definitely tasted it earlier,” he teased, “I just think it’s hot is all.”

Taylor gave a soft ‘oh’ before kind of perking up, “I uh, okay what if we switch?” he asked. “Go on?” Nick arched a brow. “I mean, what if.. you fuck me for a little, then we swap and I fuck you.” He could see Nick’s face softening, and he kept running with it, “You can cum in me if you want.” He added. Nick laughed at that though, “Once again, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you put that thing in my ass with my cock soft.” He said shaking his head, “Unbelievable, but alright.” He said nodding, “One condition.” Nick was pointing a very serious finger at a smiling Taylor. “If you finish fucking me before I cum, I want you to finish me off with your mouth.” “You’re accusing me of being a pillow princess again I see.” Taylor snapped back. “But fine, of course yeah.” He said breaking them up some, slipping his fingers out of Nick and sitting up more on his knees. “How uh, do you want me?” he asked picking up the bottle of lube and offering it to the blonde. “From behind,” Nick said with no hesitation, “I’ve been thinking about that for.. fucking weeks.” That thought did make Taylor a bit shy, weeks? Nick had been thinking about him that long? It wasn’t that he hadn’t been having similar thoughts, it was just… weirdly flattering to him. “You should have taken me out to dinner first.” Taylor teased, moving down onto his elbows as well so he wasn’t just sitting on his knees, and already beginning to arch. It was, a perfect arch, certainly one that made Nick stare for a minute. Taylor was sliding down on his chest, grabbing a pillow to rest his cheek on, tucking his arms under it as he spread his legs a bit wider, slipping to the perfect height. “Are you going to like.. wait till tomorrow?” he asked. “Sorry, just..” and Nick was moving, opening that lube back up and dripping it between Taylor’s cheeks, adding some to his own cock, and massaging it in as he closed the bottle back, just dropping it. “You’re really fucking good at that.”

“You are allowed to just tell me that I have the best ass you’ve ever seen, you know that riiiiiii-oh my god.” Taylor did not get to finish that sentence as he felt Nick push into him. The pressure of Nick’s opposite hand on his lower back, as if he’d move, as if he was going to run from it; he wasn’t. It was a stretch for a second, but whether it was because they’d spent god knows how long fingering each other, or because he was just /so fucking attracted/ to this boy; he felt like he adjusted quickly. He pushed himself back against Nick’s hips, giving a low moan at the fullness and at the satisfied noise he heard Nick make. Once Taylor pushed back against him, Nick was leaning up, just so he could bend over to see Taylor’s face some, “You have the best ass I’ve ever fucking seen.” He said with a coy grin, and all Taylor could do was pant a soft ‘thanks.’ Once Nick was back up straight, he was beginning to thrust then. His hands moved over Taylor’s body, fingertips tracing every muscle. “You feel incredible.” He whispered, though it was more like a moan. “So do you,” Taylor almost gasped.

The pace was moving from slow, to steady, and Taylor would have been lying if he said every inch didn’t feel even better every minute that passed. Finally, he managed to speak of his own accord, “Shit.. fuck me Nick.” He was steadily pushing himself back against the other boy now, bouncing off of Nick’s hips. But there was a rut in their pace, sort of sudden as Nick stopped, and Taylor felt fingers tangle into his hair. One rough motion and Nick was pulling him up, onto his knees. Taylor made the kind of noise he would deny making tomorrow as Nick’s arms wrapped around him and he felt those now oh so deep thrusts. Nick’s lips on his back, on his shoulders, teeth pulling at his skin. He was melting back against Nick’s chest, one hand moving back behind him, resting on the back of Nick’s neck, like keeping them so close. His other hand running down his own stomach to wrap around his cock, not that it lasted. As soon as he felt his own fingers, Nick’s hand wrapped around his wrist, “Don’t you dare.” He felt Nick pant against his shoulder. “If you’re going to fuck me, you better have more than enough left for me.” But Taylor gave another whine, down deep from his chest, he almost swore he’d fall forward. “Well, when can we switch? Fuck, Nick.”

“Mhn, we can now.” Nick almost purred, “You made such pretty noises, you’ll make me cum if I keep listening to them.” He said in a tone that was teasing, before just pushing Taylor back forward onto that pillow. “Oh my god!” Taylor panted in an exasperated way, “Stop shoving me places!” he said sitting up so fast, almost as if to prove that his thighs weren’t dangerously close to jello. He leaned over to shove Nick’s shoulder though, and Nick almost giggled. “Oh come on, you’re already getting to fuck me, you can’t have everything you want.” He said picking up the lube and handing it over to Taylor now. “You say that like I’m getting something so special.” Taylor quipped, before leaning in to kiss Nick, hard, and starving. He felt Nick melt into it, almost leaning forward as he broke that kiss. “You are,” Nick said softly, “How do you want me?” For a moment, Taylor thought, there was a million positions he’d thought about putting Nick in sincerely. Behind wasn’t a bad idea, but he really wanted to see Nick’s face once that cock slipped inside of him. He’d thought about Nick riding him, but that was too much power for the blonde he decided pretty quickly. “On your back.”

“Yes sir,” Nick said with a playful tone, but Taylor couldn’t not think about how.. hot it actually sounded. He watched as Nick got settled down on the bed, laying in the pillows and just watching Taylor move between his thighs. “You know,” Taylor said starting to fiddle with the lube, applying it to both of them as Nick pulled up a leg. “Your dick is like.. kinda pretty.” He said glancing up at Nick’s face. “Oh, thank you Taylor how nice, a little late but nice.” “Shut up.” Taylor huffed tossing the bottle against one of those other pillows as he took control of Nick’s legs now. The way he pulled them up, and open, did make Nick gasp, especially as Taylor leaned down, and pulled one over his shoulder. But it didn’t stop Nick from giving a soft ‘Make me’ in response. “Oh so.. so fucking gladly.” Taylor laughed as he used one hand and pushed himself into Nick then. His eyes were locked on the boy under him, watching that soft face contort; brows furrowing, plush lips parting as his eyes almost looked desperate. “You’re so deep.” Nick breathed. “Oh baby,” Taylor couldn’t help but grin, “I’m only going to get deeper.” He said, both of his hands moving up Nick’s thighs, catching under the knee and pushing them up, tight, almost against Nick’s shoulders. It earned Taylor a sort of strangled almost yelp, as he pressed his hips tighter against Nick. “Hurt?” He checked in, just to be sure. Despite having his lips already hung open, Nick just shook his head no.

Nick's jaw only hanging even more open as Taylor began to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow, but it wasn’t fast either, just steady deep shoves, Nick could swear he felt it in the back of his throat. Taylor was resting his weight on Nick’s legs, keeping them tight in place as he kept that deep pace up, his eyes locked on those desperate ones under him. “You’re just as fucking pretty with my dick in your ass as you are with it in your mouth.” He could see that Nick wanted to answer, it was all over his face, call him something mean in the name of pretending not to love the compliment. But currently, Nick couldn’t form sentences. Instead, he just nodded, his hands moving up to rest on Taylor’s sides. “You like that dick baby?” Taylor panted, “You’re taking it so good baby,” his own voice a moan as he picked up the pace. Nick did manage a soft ‘yes’ ‘please’ in response to that. Taylor couldn’t help but grin, leaning in closer, and giving Nick soft slow kisses, a direct contrast to those deep shoves.

Both of them were getting so noisy into the kisses, so desperate. “Inside you okay?” Taylor finally panted against Nick’s lips. A desperate nod came first, before Nick finally whimpered a soft ‘please’ against Taylor’s lips. That was essentially all it took, and Taylor made another of those desperate noises as he felt his orgasm wash over him. His hips shifting to just grind up against Nick as he rode it out, desperate for every last shred of pleasure as Nick gave soft whimpers at each movement, his fingertips ‘clawing’ at Taylor’s arms. Once he’d caught his breath, Taylor slowly put Nick’s legs down, giving a smile as Nick gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness when Taylor moved back. “You took that really good for someone who uh, apparently doesn’t do that.” Nick however was sitting up some, reaching between his thighs, kind of awkwardly touching around, “I feel like I’m making a mess… that was.. so much cum. Like I actually felt it, that’s..” “Okay and?” Taylor teased, “Are you like the only guy in the world who doesn’t like watching your cum drip out of people?” he asked. Nick gave a shy shrug, “Well I suppose I like it.” “Right,” Taylor nodded, “I like seeing it too.” He said before taking his turn to push Nick back now, “Besides, I think I owe you a blowjob.” He said nodding down to Nick’s hips. “Oh, right you do.” Nick said giving a soft smile himself now, “It’s not.. going to take long, I’m.. so close.” He admitted with a tone that suggested he’d rather have not. “It’s fine baby, you just had the best dick of your life I get it.” Taylor said moving down then on his stomach sitting up on an elbow as one hand stroked Nick’s cock for a moment. “Well I think /best dick of my life/ is being a little generous,” Nick clarified but Taylor’s mouth ended most of those thoughts. “I.. some of..the best dick, is fine to say.” Nick said reaching a hand down to tangle in Taylor’s curls. Watching those big brown eyes as Taylor’s head bobbed steadily, working in an eager way, his hand working what his mouth didn’t. “Not that it’s an.. extremely long list, mind you.” Nick continued, “You, don’t have a ton of competition.” His breathing was shuddering, and as Taylor gave a bratty kind of ‘Mhm’ noise against Nick’s cock, his hips almost jerked in response.

“Fuck.. me.. you’re going to make me cum.” Nick groaned, and Taylor gave him a look best interpreted as ‘Yeah that IS the goal here’. It wasn’t much longer before Nick did cum, gasping out, giving his own desperate moan as he gritted his teeth. Taylor hummed, doing his best to keep sucking, trying to catch most of it in his mouth. He could feel Nick’s fingers tight in his hair as he kept at it for a few more seconds. Finally Taylor pulled back with an audible pop, immediately swallowing everything in his mouth. “Feel good?” he asked, leaning back in to lick at some of that cum on his fingers, where it had run down Nick’s length and pooled there. “Incredible.” Nick breathed, just playing in Taylor’s hair as he watched, “That.. is very sexy you know but I would rather you kiss me.” He added after catching his breath. It made Taylor smile, so wide honestly, like a puppy, crawling up over Nick and kissing him so passionately. “That was really good.” Taylor cooed against Nick’s lips. “It was, really good.” Nick said resting a hand on Taylor’s cheek as he stole another kiss. “You bottomed for me.” Taylor mumbled against Nick’s lips, smiling against them. “And you bottomed for me, stop being so smug!” Nick scolded, giving Taylor’s shoulder a lil shove, but then just immediately pulling him down for another kiss. “Stay in my room tonight?” Nick asked after a few more moments of kissing, and Taylor nodded, shifting so he was on his side, tugging Nick closer so that the two of them were more cuddled together. “Yeah I was hoping you’d ask me to.” He said pressing a kiss to Nick’s shoulder. “Mhn, well who else would I get morning head from?” Nick teased. Taylor couldn't help but laugh, “See! You are a slut.” He said still laughing as Nick smiled, looking so pleased with himself.

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If I Love You Too Much, I’m Sorry

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: I got the idea from Russell Dickerson's song “Sorry”. Chris expresses his feelings for you via karaoke.

Warnings: RPF. Use of pet names. Cursing. Smut, Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

You'd met your boyfriend purely by chance. Your friends had dragged you out to a karaoke bar one night and he happened to be there with some of his own friends.

You were slightly embarrassed to say that you didn't even notice him until he got up on stage to sing a song. The moment you heard him speak, you recognized his Boston accent.

"Tell me that's not Chris Evans," you whispered to your best friend, Andi.

She turned towards the stage, eyes widening. "That is one hundred percent Chris Evans."

"What the hell is he doing in a karaoke bar in the middle of the week?" you hissed.

She laughed and shrugged. "Girl, everyone loves a good karaoke night. Even famous people."

One of your other friends rushed over to your table with a couple drinks. "Dude, did you see Chris freaking Evans? He's on stage!"

"Yeah, Nic, we saw him," you said. "Hard to miss the hot guy singing freaking Led Zeppelin."

"Who picks a Led Zeppelin song for karaoke?" Cole asked in annoyance.

You chuckled. "Apparently Chris Evans does."

Cole rolled his eyes. "Straight guys are so weird." He took a long drink. "At least he's pretty."

You bit your lip as you turned to look over at him. "Pretty is not the word I'd use," you mumbled.

Andi smacked your arm and you laughed.

"Okay, so you're getting up there next, right?" Nic teased you.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?! You always sing karaoke."

"Not when Chris Evans might see me. No way in hell."

"Oh come on," Andi said with a grin. "Maybe he'll fall in love with you after he hears you sing."

You threw a napkin at her and she giggled.

"One of you can get up there and sing instead. I'm gonna get another drink."

You crossed the room to the bar, not really noticing that the song had changed. You ordered your drink and patiently waited for the bartender to make it. He handed you the drink with a smile and you grabbed it with a thanks. You turned around, not really paying much attention, and ran directly into a firm, broad chest, spilling your drink all over yourself and him.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you said quickly, before looking up at the man you'd run into.

"It's alright, I kinda ran into you."

That thick Boston accent would have told you exactly who he was even if you hadn't been staring into his blue eyes.

You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.

He smiled at you warmly, taking you in slowly, eyes trailing over you before making their way back to your face. "How 'bout I buy you another one?"

"You--you wanna buy me a drink?" you squeaked.

He laughed. "Yeah, if you'll let me."

You nodded rapidly. "Sure."

He placed his hand on your hip to gently slide you over so he could get to the bar. Your whole body lit up, sparks igniting every nerve ending. You cleared your throat, trying desperately to be normal again.

Chris ordered you another drink before turning to address you again. He put his hand out to shake yours and said, "I'm Chris."

You shook his hand and mumbled, "I know."

He laughed, smile widening.

"Sorry--I don't mean to be awkward," you fumbled. "It's not every day you meet Chris Evans."

"Don't worry about it. Just think of me like a normal guy, buying a pretty girl a drink."

"I can work with that," you said with a smile, trying not to die when he called you 'pretty'. "I--uh, I'm (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said your name as if he was tasting it. "Beautiful name."

"Thanks," you said, face heating up as a blush creeped into your cheeks.

Thankfully, the bartender finished your drink, handing it to Chris. He turned to you and handed you the drink. "Would you like to sit with me? I'd love to chat with you."

You gave him a smile you hoped looked normal. "I'd love to."

He put his hand on your lower back and gently guided you to a small table at the back of the room where it was quieter.

The two of you stayed and talked for hours, about everything and anything. You were surprised by how down-to-earth he was and you found yourself feeling incredibly comfortable with him.

You were still talking when last call went out. Chris looked surprised and you glanced around the mostly-empty bar, noticing your friends had left you.

"I didn't realize it was so late," he said.

"Yeah, my friends already left."

He glanced around. "Mine too. Can I get you a ride home?"

"Oh, thanks, but I actually live a couple blocks away. I'll just walk."

"At this time of night? Absolutely not."

Surprise lit up your face. "I do it all the time."

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk home by yourself?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Are you offering to walk me home?"

He stood up and reached out to help you up. "I am, indeed."

You laughed and slid your hand into his, letting him pull you out of your chair.

"Let me just go pay the tab," he said.

"Oh, I have to pay mine too."

"I've got it," he insisted.

"You don't have to--"

He waved you off. "Please let me. My mama raised me right."

You chuckled. "Alright, if you insist."

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

You watched as he walked away, disbelief suddenly sinking in. You'd spent hours talking to Chris and now he was paying your tab and walking you home. What the hell is happening with your life?

"Ready?"

You smiled at him. "Absolutely."

"Lead the way, beautiful."

You couldn't help the soft sound that left your lips, but you hoped he hadn't heard you.

It was a beautiful night and the walk only took about 15 minutes. When you reached your apartment, you stopped and turned to him. "This is me."

He looked a little sad, as if he didn't want the night to end. "I have to say, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time."

"Neither have I," you said honestly.

"Could--could I maybe call you?"

Surprise lit up your face for what had to be the millionth time that night. "You--you wanna call me?"

He smiled warmly. "Yeah, if you're okay with it."

"I'd love that, actually."

He took out his phone and handed it to you so you could put your number in. When you handed it back, he slid it into his pocket and took a step towards you.

You froze, allowing him to stop within an inch of touching you. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, but you weren't about to beg him for it.

He leaned down, pressing his lips gently to yours, taking your breath away with a soft kiss. You leaned into him, hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer.

The kiss was incredible, but so much shorter than you would have liked. When Chris separated his lips from yours, you let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact. He didn't step back and his hands didn't leave your face.

You heard yourself whisper, "Would you like to come in?"

He smiled at you, warm eyes filled with desire. "I would like that very much."

He followed you into your building and up to your apartment. The moment you were inside, he pulled you against him, lips attaching themselves to yours once more.

You weren't even sure how you made it to the bedroom, let alone how you'd lost every piece of clothing either of you had been wearing along the way.

To say the sex was incredible would be an understatement. It was, without a doubt, the best sex of your life. Chris pulled you into him afterwards and you fell asleep almost instantly.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to feel an arm draped across your midsection. You turned your head and saw Chris sound asleep beside you, arm holding you tightly. You smiled at the sight, heart warming as you watched him sleep.

"You're staring, beautiful," he murmured softly.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "I thought you were still asleep."

"I was until you started staring into my soul," he teased, blue eyes opening to take you in.

You suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess after everything that had happened the night before.

"You're so beautiful," he said reverently, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear.

You blushed. "Thank you."

You glanced over at the clock and gasped. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for work." You scrambled out of bed and ran to the attached bathroom.

"Sorry about that, sweets," Chris said, getting out of the bed and following you into the bathroom. "You're more than welcome to blame me for your lateness."

You laughed. "I just might." You turned on the shower and looked over at him. "Wanna shower with me real quick?"

"You don't have to ask twice."

What had begun as a night out with friends had magically turned into one of the best nights of your life and the beginning of something truly amazing.

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Six months later, you were back in the same karaoke bar on a Saturday night with your friends and Chris, whom you'd been secretly dating since that first night.

Well, it wasn't entirely a secret. Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but it hadn't been made public yet. You and Chris had been very careful to keep it as private as possible, for your sake more than anything. He didn't like the idea of people invading your personal life just because you were dating him.

You'd begun asking him about making the relationship public a few weeks ago. You were willing to sacrifice your privacy if it meant being truly with him. It hadn't been very long, but you both already knew that this was going to be a long-term thing. You couldn't keep living like this and you knew it was taking a toll on him as well.

Your best friend, Andi, had suggested getting together at the karaoke bar you and Chris had met at. In her estimation, it was past time for the two of you to be together in public. Much to your surprise, Chris agreed.

You were all sitting comfortably at a table towards the back of the bar, relaxing and chatting. Your friends were talking about some nonsense and you turned to look at Chris. He was completely engaged in the conversation, nodding and laughing along with your friends' antics.

It warmed your heart to see him so happy and engaged with the people you loved. He was always so sweet and good with them, just like he was with you. You loved him so much, but you hadn't been completely comfortable admitting it to him just yet. It's like that old saying, 'when you know, you know'; and you sure as hell knew.

"Babe," Chris said again, waving his hand in front of your face.

"Hmm?" you hummed, shaking your head to clear it.

"Where was that pretty little head at?" he asked lightly.

"I was just thinking...nothing important."

He clearly didn't believe you, but he let it go. "I'm gonna go sign up to sing. Wanna come with me?"

"Oh lord. I think I'm going to decline tonight."

He shook his head. "You're missing out," he teased as he got up and headed to the other side of the bar.

"Hey," Andi said as she elbowed you gently. "What's up with you tonight?"

You shrugged. "My mind is somewhere else, that's all. But I'm okay, I promise."

Her eyes narrowed as she took you in, but her expression softened as she clearly decided to believe you. "He's really great, you know."

"I know," you smiled as you looked across the room at him.

"Oh I know that face."

"What face?"

"The one you're making, (Y/N)."

"I'm not making a face."

She raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure." She leaned in closer and whispered, "You love him."

Your eyes widened and your head whipped in her direction. "Shh!"

"I whispered it!" she insisted. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're not wrong," you mumbled.

"Have you told him?"

"Not yet."

"You have to!" she insisted.

"You love 'love' a little too much," you teased.

"I know," she said dreamily. "I just love seeing you so happy, babe."

You leaned against her. "I really am happy."

She wrapped you in a tight hug. "Love you."

"Love you too, weirdo."

Chris made his way back to the table. "I'm up in two songs."

"What did you pick to sing?" you asked.

"It's a surprise," he said with a wink.

"As long as it's not WAP or something like that," Cole said dryly.

Everyone laughed.

"I would pay to hear you sing that," you said, laughing loudly.

"I promise it's not that," Chris insisted, still giggling.

The conversation drifted to other topics and you were engrossed in it. So much so, that you missed Chris getting up to go to the stage.

"Hey, everyone," he said into the mic.

You turned your head to look in the direction of the stage at the sound of Chris's voice.

"This song goes out to someone very special to me."

"Aww," Andi whispered.

"Shut up," you said lightly.

The first notes of the song started and your breath caught in your chest. It was a newer song, but Chris had been walking around his house and yours singing it for weeks.

Girl I wanted to apologize

For the way I've been acting lately

I been doing all kinda things

I probably just drive you crazy.

Gotta get it off my chest

Oh, and it just can't wait

It's something I ain't told you yet,

Baby, I just gotta say

Your heart was thumping in your chest loudly enough that you were certain your friends could hear it over the music. You knew every word to this song since Chris loved it so much.

Girl, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

You couldn't breathe. For the first time since he first started singing this song, you let the words fully sink in. Your only thought was 'Is he saying that to me?'

Your friends were looking over at you to gauge your reaction, but you couldn't take your eyes off the man on stage. His gaze rested on you as he sang and you could hear the emotion in his voice. An emotion you couldn't quite place...or maybe just too afraid to.

Sorry for coming home early

When I was out with the boys downtown,

But there ain't nothing I'd rather do

Than come home and lay you down.

'Cause, baby, you're so perfect

I can't get you off my mind

So if I miss you

Gotta kiss you like a thousand times.

Andi leaned over to you. "Has he ever told you he loves you?"

You just shook your head.

"Well, I think he just did," she whispered.

Oh, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

Other people in the bar had started looking in your direction, following the direction of Chris's gaze. Normally that would bother you, but in this moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. All you could think about was the way he was looking at you, mixed with the words coming out of his mouth.

'Cause I want you

And I need you

If I tell you too much

Then I just gotta say it

I'm sorry, mmm, I'm sorry.

Your body was reacting to his voice in the way it always did and you wanted him badly, more than you could recall ever wanting him before. You knew the song was coming to an end and you couldn't help but sing along to the last chorus.

I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

"You okay, girl?" Andi asked as Chris finished up the song.

"I think so," you said softly.

She squeezed your hand and you watched as Chris walked off the stage and started coming towards you. Several people's gazes followed him, trying to see exactly where he was going, and more importantly, who he was going to.

When he reached you, he didn't even hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you deeply in front of your friends and a room full of strangers. Your friends started whooping and other people in the bar clapped.

He pulled away from you, expression unreadable. "Wanna get outta here, baby?" he whispered in your ear.

"Please," you whimpered. You blushed, embarrassed by the pleading tone of your voice.

He pulled you out of your chair and practically dragged you towards the door. You gave Andi a look and she grinned ear to ear, waving at you as your boyfriend pulled you away.

He pulled out his phone as soon as you got outside and started typing.

"Baby? What are you doing?"

"Calling an Uber."

"Why? It's a 15 minute walk."

He turned to look at you with a hungry look. His pupils were lust-blown and you finally took the time to notice the desire literally oozing from his pores. "I'm not going to make it that long," he practically growled.

Warmth flooded your core at his tone, coupled with the way he was looking at you. You were lost for words, so you just nodded at him.

He squeezed your hand as you waited for the Uber, and thankfully you didn't have to wait long. You found yourself in front of your apartment door less than 5 minutes later.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you tried to unlock the door. You could feel his erection against your lower back as he pressed against you.

"Baby, unlock that door a little faster or I'm going to kick it down," he said, breathing heavily in your ear from behind you.

"I'm trying, but you're not making this easy, Christopher," you hissed.

He grinned against the skin of your neck, planting kisses and bite marks anywhere he could see.

You finally got the door unlocked and the two of you practically fell inside the apartment. It was reminiscent of your first time together, but his hunger tonight was absolutely unparalleled.

He spun you around and pressed you against the door, lips attacking yours instantly. He wedged his knee between your legs and you gasped as his lips descended to your jaw.

"Chris," you whimpered.

"I've got you, baby," he murmured against the column of your throat. "Gonna make you feel so good."

He gripped your hips and pulled you closer so you were flush to his body. The shift moved your clothed core against his thigh and you moaned at the friction.

He groaned softly. "Use my leg, pretty girl," he moved your hips in a slow rhythm. "That's it, baby."

Your head fell back against the door and you moaned again. "I want you, baby, please," you begged.

"Yeah, sweets? What'cha want?"

"I want you now, Chris. Please. Just fuck me."

He growled lowly. "Anything for you, baby."

He started to take your clothes off, hands tracing the curves he loved so much. He had you completely naked in less than a minute, but the only piece of clothing he allowed you to remove from his body was his shirt.

You watched him as he dropped to his knees in front of you and your eyes widened in surprise. "Baby?"

His eyes flicked up to yours. "Just lean back and let me take care of you."

He grabbed your leg and lifted it over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to get to your core. He didn't even bother to tease you, diving into you with the hunger of a starving man.

You gasped in pleasure, hand immediately going to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in the thick locks.

Your moans mixed with the salacious sounds coming from between your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if it didn't feel just so damn incredible.

He moaned into your core as he messily slurped up your juices, tongue moving to focus on your clit. He slipped a finger inside of you, followed by another, curling his fingers in a come hither motion.

"Chris!" you cried in pleasure, fingers tightening on his hair.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Don't stop," you begged.

Chris grinned and went back to work between your thighs, coaxing you to your climax with skilled fingers and mouth.

Your legs began to shake as you reached your high, thighs trying to close around his head. Your voice was nothing but broken moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Chris's hands were the only thing keeping you upright as you came down. He stood up, holding you against him, making sure you didn't fall.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss, hands sliding down to your butt. "Can you jump for me, sweets?" he whispered against your lips.

He held onto your butt as you attempted a jump, his strong arms the only thing ensuring you didn't fall on the floor. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you to the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed with a grin. Instead of crawling onto the bed with you, he started to slowly remove his jeans.

"Are you stripping for me, handsome?" you teased lightly.

He grinned wolfishly. "You like it?"

"I love it." You loved everything about him, physically, mentally, emotionally...all of it. The whole package.

He removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You eyed the large bulge, mouth watering as you thought about tasting him.

"C'mere," you said softly.

He smiled and crawled onto the bed, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You pulled him down on top of you, hooked your leg around his hips, and flipped him over.

You straddled his hips, legs spread wide to fit around his width. He looked up at you in slight surprise, not used to you taking charge in the bedroom.

"What'cha doin', gorgeous?"

You smirked at him and slowly moved down his body, allowing yourself space to remove his underwear. You tossed them onto the floor and lowered yourself down to take him into your mouth.

"Fuck--that's it baby," he groaned.

You bobbed your head, tongue tracing the thick vein running down his shaft. You focused attention on his head, eliciting sharp moans from his throat.

Chris's fingers were entangled in your hair and he began to tug on it slightly. "Baby, you gotta stop--I'm--I'm gonna cum."

You moaned around his cock and he groaned in pleasure. He tugged on your hair more harshly, pulling you off his cock. You whined in displeasure, but that quickly turned to a shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back.

"Sorry, babe, but I wanna cum inside you."

"How can I say no to that?" You pulled him towards you and he kissed your lips roughly.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you inhaled sharply. "Please, Chris," you whimpered.

"I've got you, gorgeous."

He started to enter you and your nails dug into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched your tight walls. No matter how many times you had sex, he always stretched you more than you'd ever been stretched before.

He thrust into you, burying himself entirely. He didn't give you time to adjust to his girth before he began to fuck you into the mattress, setting a relentless pace.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your nails buried into his back.

He groaned into your neck. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing me so nice."

"Chris, I'm--so close," you gasped out.

"I've got you. Let go for me, pretty girl."

Chris picked up his pace a little, thrusts slamming into your sweet spot, sending bright flashes of pleasure through your body.

Your nails raked down his back, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. He loved it when you marked him up; he wore them like badges of honor.

"Cum for me baby, I know you're close."

Your moans were loud enough you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you couldn't find it in you to care. You held onto him as your orgasm crashed into you, coming apart with cries of his name.

Your orgasm triggered his and he came with a series of curses and a loud groan of your name, his seed filling you up.

He kissed all over your face and neck as you both came down from your highs. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Did so well for me."

He slowly pulled out and rolled to your side. He kissed you one more time, before getting up to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned you up gently before crawling back into the bed with you.

You settled in against his chest with a sigh. He pulled you in close and laid a kiss against the top of your head.

You finally had a moment to think about what had happened earlier in the evening and your mind began to race.

Chris seemed to sense your change in demeanor, feeling your body tense in his arms. "You okay, sweets?" he asked softly.

You nodded.

"Hey," he whispered. "Talk to me."

You slowly sat up and turned your body to look at him. You traced the design of one of the tattoos on his chest, eyes watching the movement of your fingers. "So...the song," you began.

"Yeah?"

"I shouldn't read too much into that, should I?"

He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Look at me, pretty girl."

You lifted your eyes to meet his, biting your lip in worry.

He touched your face gently, eyes filled with adoration. "You're so beautiful you oughta be famous," he sang softly. "If I love you too much, I'm sorry."

Your breath caught in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.

"I meant every word, (Y/N)," he murmured. "I know we haven't been together all that long, but I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Chris..." you whispered.

"You don't have to say anything, sweets, but I wanted you to know how I felt and that I don't wanna hide this anymore. I want the entire world to know I'm yours."

"Kiss me," you said softly.

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss you gently. He poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, and you did the same.

"God, you're so beautiful," he said reverently when he pulled away.

You blushed. "I love you, Chris," you whispered.

His eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"

You nodded. "I wanted to tell you a couple weeks ago, but I didn't want to scare you."

He chuckled lightly. "I thought I was going to scare you."

"I don't scare that easily," you teased.

"Thank god," he said with a smile.

"So...I guess we're public now?"

"I don't wanna hide this anymore, especially if you don't want to."

You shook your head. "I don't like the idea of strangers being in my business, but I love you, so it's worth it."

He pulled you back into him. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled into your hair.

You laughed and planted a kiss to his chest.

"Seriously, I'm going to say it all the damn time now. You'll get tired of hearing it."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."

"Good," he kissed your forehead. "'Cause I love you."

You laughed as you curled into him. "I love you too, dork."

He sighed happily. "I don't think I'll get tired of hearing it either."

You settled into him comfortably and traced the words 'I love you' on his chest, just to make sure he knew exactly how you were feeling.

He squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head one last time before settling in to sleep. "Sweet dreams, my love."

"Sweet dreams, Chris."

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x reader smut #chris evans smut #rpf smut #chris evans rpf

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hear me out 😭😭😭 those two scenarios happen in the same universe and the girlfriends are kinda curious of what the hype about gavi is all about. like, that boy stole both their boyfriend, maybe they should try steal him from those boys 👀👀

tw: nsfw!, minors dni.

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I’m in love with this prompt ! Like Pablo bring passed around between you and your boyfriend Pedri/Fermín…

He’s all yours for the night, and you don’t want to share him tonight, he’s practically begging for your attention, needy as always.

Edging is something that you could do to him, stimulating him until he is almost about to explode, but you don’t let him, he isn’t a good boy to you, he hooked up with your boyfriend, so Pablo doesn’t deserve that pleasure,,

Gavi begs you to let him cum, he even says please.

He promised he won’t be so slutty with your partner anymore! you believe that, so you ride him until he’s all fucked out; his legs are trembling and he’s mumbling about how good he’s feeling.

He asks permission to cum inside you, you let him, his pretty moans convinced you.

Pablo Gavira is now addicted to you, he’s no longer that interested in your boyfriend. Is this an improvement for you? Or will this become a problem?

#fc barcelona #football rpf #football rpf smut #smut #smut prompts #pedri x y/n #pedri x gavi #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pablo gavi prompt #pablo gavi x pedri gonzalez #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi smut #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x you #gavi x reader #gavi x yn #fermin lopez prompts #fc barcelona smut #smut imagine #rpf smut #football rpf imagines #rpf

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Big News

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The Reader has some news she wants to tell Chris but is waiting for the perfect time.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI -  Mentions of pregnancy

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You had big news, the biggest actually, but you had no idea how to bring it up to Chris. How do you tell someone something this big, this life changing? You had planned on telling him when he had gotten home, but things got so busy you never had the chance. And you wanted the perfect chance. The moment had to be right.

You figured today would be right. So far you had nothing planned, so you could get him alone and tell him your news. Right when you were rehearsing what to say he popped his head in your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You stopped in mid-sentence, hoping that he didn’t hear you talking to yourself. “Yeah, babe, what’s up?”

“Scott’s just invited us to a party at his place.”

You groaned, there went your plans for the day; and you really didn’t want to go out. You hadn’t been feeling well lately.

“Oh, c’mon, you love Scott and Shana will be there too.”

“Yeah, I was just hoping we could stay in today. We haven’t had much time together lately.”

“I know, but it won’t be a big party. Just a few people. We won’t stay long, I promise.”

You sighed and looked down at your sweats and Chris’s old Patriots shirt you were wearing. “Okay, give me a minute to get ready.”

You’d just have to find another time.

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Well, he was right, it was a pretty laid back party. His brother had just invited some of his friends over and you all were just hanging out talking, drinking and eating. It was nice, but you couldn’t fully enjoy it because you really wanted to tell Chris your news. Plus you couldn’t really drink anything.

“Hey, Y/N.” You turned to see Shana standing there, holding one of Chris’s nieces in her arms. “Can you watch her for a sec? I gotta step out and make a call.”

“Yeah, sure.” You held out your arms and the little girl reached out for you eagerly.

You loved kids. Playing with them was so much fun and this little girl was one of the cutest you had seen. She smiled her gummy smile at you and you felt your heart melt. You honestly couldn’t wait to have one of your own.

As you walked around with her, bouncing her in your arms and talking to her, Chris watched you with his brother. He had a sort of wistful smile on his face.

Scott looked over at him. “Okay when are you two gonna start having a family of your own? You’ve been married, what, two years? Don’t you think it’s time?”

“You know I do. How long have I wanted kids? But I don’t wanna push Y/N into something she’s not ready for. Besides you know she’s focusing on her career now and I don’t want to interrupt that.”

They looked up at a high pitched squeal from their niece. You were making faces at her now and you both were laughing in delight.

“Looks like she’s ready to me.” Scott said simply.

Chris didn’t say anything, taking another sip of his beer and watching you across the room, still smiling.

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You were laughing at Chris as he stumbled through the door. He had had one too many beers and he was being silly. You had driven home and listened to him drunkenly babble on about something or other his friends had done at the party.

You were still trying to figure out how to tell him the news you had, when he said something that really caught your attention.

“Oh and you won’t believe what Scott said to me.” He slurred slightly. “We were watching you play with Lizzie and he asked when you and me were gonna have a kid.”

You laughed. “And what did you say?”

“I told him that I wanted a kid. You know I do. But I don’t wanna force you. I know it’s a big deal and everything.”

“True.” You agreed.

“But like, I really, really do want one, Y/N. Not that I’m pushing you or anything. But, you know, when are we gonna try? No rush. But you know…”

You had put a finger on his lips to quiet him. He was really babbling now.

“You know, how ‘bout we talk about this when you’re sober?”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I just want you to know that I want one but I’m not forcing you or anything.”

“I know, baby.” You laughed. “Let’s get some sleep, hm?”

“Okay… not pushing you or nothing.”

You pushed him into the bedroom, laughing at him still babbling about wanting a kid but not rushing you.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay? Promise.” You crawled into bed next to him.

“M’kay. In the morning.”

Next thing you knew, he was snoring lightly.

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When you rolled over in the morning, you had made up your mind to just tell him. Any time would be the perfect time. Trying to make it special was just prolonging it. Chris was still sleeping, mouth slightly open. You chuckled to yourself.

You made to get out of the bed, when he woke up.

“Morning, sunshine.” You said to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He mumbled.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” You asked, scooting over closer to him and laying your head on his chest.

“I want to talk about last night.” He said.

You looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face. “What about last night?”

“You said, we’d talk about kids in the morning, and it’s the morning.”

“Okay.” You settled back on the pillows. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright, umm.” He paused, turning over to look at you. “I don’t really know what else to say. I mean you know how I feel. You know that I want a family, but I know how important your career is. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stop just because I want a baby.”

You nodded.

“But it is a big deal to me. We’ve been married two years and I know we’ve talked about having a family.”

You nodded again. “We did.”

“So, I mean,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “What do we do?”

You were quiet for a minute. “Well, I think the answer to that question is simple. We have a baby.”

“Are… are you serious?” He began to get excited.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Wow, okay umm when? I mean we can get started working on that now if you want.” He said and reached for you, pulling you back to him.

You laughed and kissed him.

“Oh, okay so we’re starting now.” He said against your lips. He moved his hand down to your waist pulling up the old shirt you wore to bed.

You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips and looked down at him. “Well, we don’t have to start right now.”

He sighed, laying back on the pillows, his hands rubbing your thighs, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“No?”

“Nah,” you said. “I think we should wait on this first one.”

He looked up at you in confusion.

“First one?”

“Yeah, I mean wouldn’t make sense to try for a baby when we already have one on the way. Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?”

You looked down at him, your head cocked to one side, waiting for the news to settle in his mind.

When he finally made sense of what you said, his whole face lit up. “We… we’re gonna have a baby? Like now? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. And Yes!”

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

You started laughing at him. “Yes, baby, you’re gonna be a dad.”

He sat up so fast he almost toppled you over. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my god.”

“I know right?” You smiled down at him. “So I guess we don’t have to try…”

“Well, no… but we can celebrate.” His hands playing with the hem of your shirt that was up over your hips.

“I like that idea.” You said as he lifted the shirt over your head leaving you in nothing at all.

He cocked an eyebrow at the fact that you had nothing on under your shirt. You giggled at the expression on his face and kissed him sliding your tongue past his lips to deepen the kiss.

As you kissed him he lay back to wiggle out of his sweats and boxers. You lifted your hips to give him room to move. Once his clothes were clear, he grabbed your hips and lowered you slowly onto his hardened dick. You were already so wet from the kiss. You moaned at the pleasurable feel of him inside of you, filling you up.

You began moving up and down on him slowly, enjoying in the feel of him moving in and out of you. You started moving faster, your hands on his chest for leverage, his hands gripping your hips to help you maintain your pace.

He sat up, and kissed you again, deeply. He slid his hands up from your waist to your back, pulling you a bit closer. You kept moving against him, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. All the while Chris was whispering in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, baby. Let go. I feel you. Cum for me baby.”

He sld one hand between your bodies to play with your clit. Since it was so sensitive from the friction of your bodies, his touch sent you over the edge and you came with a loud moan of his name.

He rolled your bodied over, so he was on top of you and began moving in and out of you faster. Still stimulated from your orgasm, every drag of his dick inside of you caused you to sigh in pleasure. He was close, you could tell. The thrusts of his hips were becoming erratic. With a groan he came and collapsed on top of you.

After a second he realized he might be crushing you and your unborn child and hastily rolled off of you with an apology. You chuckled and told him it was okay.

You both lay there the thought of the news you had told him still swirling around you. You were about to be parents and there was so much to do.

He rolled over on his side. “This is really happening huh?”

“Yeah it is,” you said smiling.

He scooted over to you and raising himself up on his elbow, looked down at you. “I can’t believe it.”

He placed his hand on your stomach.

“Dad. I’m going to be a dad.”

#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans smut #chris evans rpf #rpf smut #rpf #reader insert smut #whiskey writes

[cevansbaby-dove]

Forgive me? Kind of 18+

After a big fight will Ellie and Chris forgive each other will it break them?

Warnings: Smut!! Make up sex kind of thing. 🤭

I kiss Matty's brown hair and he says. "mommy and daddy fight?" he looks at me with his blue eyes. "yes bud but we're alright" I kiss his head once more and Chris softly knocks.

"Come in" I say knowing it's him. He opens the door and frowns. "Is Matty ok?" I nod and Matty says. "bad daddy!" I look at my son. "No Mathew Christopher Evans! be kind please"

Matty says. "bad daddy bad daddy!!" I stand up and set him on the chair I was in and I say softly. "Daddy isn't bad, Mommy and daddy fight sometimes ok? it's normal, play with the trucks"

I point at them in his hand and he hops off the chair and sits on his rug and makes engine noise and I stand up and Chris frowns even more.

I grab his hand and walk out of Matty's room and turn and face Chris and he sighs. "I didn't mean what I said baby, Forgive me?" I chew on my lip. "Always will Handsome"

"Now about our son" I smile lightly. "he's just three hunny give him time" I reach up and wipe away a tear from chris's eye. "he loves you father...just like I love you"

Chris gives me a smile and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You know....I have heard hate sex Is kinda hot"

Chris wraps his arms around my waist pick me up making me wrap my legs around his torso. "Oh yeah?"

I smile at him and run my hands through his soft hair. "hmm hm" Chris leaves kisses on my neck as he walks to our bedroom I gasp. "Chris what about the kids?!" He sits on the bed after he locks the door. "Matty is playing, ava is sleeping..." he said as he kissed my neck more lightly sucking on my soft skin. "hmm what about...ivy?"

Chris has me look into his eyes and he says. "Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head. "I'm sorry baby please don't" He smiles. "that's what I thought" he quickly takes my shirt off and gives me light kisses on my chest and I slowly grind on him.

Chris's hands slowly grip my hips. "My bad...wife uh?" I smile as he somehow get his shirt off without breaking our kissing session. he lifts me up and turns around making me giggle against his mouth.

he lays me down and says taking his pants off. "how long do you think we have?" I giggle more. "Until one of the kids cry or scream"

Chris smirks. "Oh I think I'm going to make their mommy Scream more then they will"

We make passionate love until Ava starts crying making me say as Chris and I are intertwined in bed. "that's my cue" Chris kisses me and says as he gets out of bed. "You rest, I'll get her" he puts his clothes back on and I st up in bed and grab my stuff and get dressed ya know In case I need to help.

Tags:@cutedisneygrl @bookishtheaterlover7 @katherineswritingsblog @armystay89 @angelbabyyy99 @patzammit

#chris evans x female reader #handsome daddy #chris evans x reader #chris evans rpf #chris evans #Ellie Evans #RPf smut

[slothspaghettiwrites]

"Darling don't fucking test me." Size kink. Older frat boy chris (if that doesn't make sense just chris evans). <3

Ugh, yes, fine. Fine. God, twist my arm why don't ya? 🥹

Where It Counts

Warnings: College AU, established relationships, drinking, dubcon, meanish!Chris, size kink, thigh riding, oral sex, overstimulation, implied ass play, extra unedited

Relationship: Senior Frat Star!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Author's note: yes this is RPF, but that F is very important. This is a completely fictional story. While the reader is short, I've tried to keep her body as neutral as possible.

Chris pushes you up against the wall by the stair, the loud music thumping through the frat house muffles your pouty whine. He bends to kiss you, grabs your hips, doing his best to get you to his room. The smell of warm beer on his breath makes your nose scrunch. You try and shove him off, you're angry with him. He told all of his frat bro friends you are so tiny, so tiny where it counted.

You love how much he adored your size, how much it turns his eyes soft and how quickly it makes him hard. Are you just a joke to him? Was he not serious when he said you were the one? You grab his stupid oversized hands and again try to shove him off.

"C'mon sweetheart, I said I was sorry. You know it was just joking around." The bill of his backwards baseball cap fills your vision, you see your initial written there in sharper on the faded material. He asked you to put them there. Chris loves you. But you're still angry.

"No," you whimper. His teeth scrape against your neck, making your stomach flutter and heat rush to your cheeks. God, he's a menace. He knows what that does to you, how it makes your knees weak and your panties wet. He's playing dirty.

"Sweetheart, don't fucking test me." He presses his thigh between yours and starts to lift your feet off the ground like you weigh nothing to him, putting pressure right on your clit. "Let me apologize to my girl right. Let me show you I can use my big mouth for something useful. Let me remind you of how much I love this tiny, little body."

He groans right in your ear, rolls his hips a little bit so you can feel his hard bulge. You're still trying to think with your brain and not your pussy. It doesn't matter who fucking good Chris's dick is, he was an ass. Asses don't get laid.

You keep saying it again and again, even as your hands wind around his neck and you let his hands grab your hips again. He moves you against his thigh, tortures you with the slow flex. Even as he lifts you up high enough for your legs to wrap around his tight waist and he carries up the stairs completely. Just because asses don't get laid doesn't mean you don't deserve your pussy being worshipped by that perfect, stupid mouth.

He drops you on his bed, the scent of him wrapping around you as he double check the door is locked. Before you can even sit up a little, Chris is on you, blanketing you with his whole body. He covers you head to toe, cages your face in with his hands and traps your hands against his chest.

Your breath stutters when you see the size difference, how small your fingers look against his chest. The chain he always wears around his neck dangles right at the base of your throat.

"Please, bubba, just wanna taste, let me make my girl sing for me."

You should say no. Just a taste always turns into just a finger or two or three, turns into just the tip, and the next thing you know you're begging him to fuck you deeper until his cum drips out of you until the morning. But god does he know what he is doing. Unlike any boyfriend before him, Chris eats pussy like it's his job. You deserve to have your pussy eaten.

"No fingers."

The words are barely out of your mouth before he is ripping your clothes off. He gets you completely naked, but doesn't remove a stitch of his clothing. With his cap still on, he dives between your legs. He kisses your thighs and your mound, teases you when he is supposed to be apologizing.

"Chris," you groan, frustrated enough to put your hands on his head to push him down.

One of his hands reaches out and grabs your wrists, both of them. The both of them fit just right against his palm as he pulls back enough to look up at you. His gaze flicks between yours and your hands, like he is realising all over again just how small you are.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking adorable."

He growls it right into your pussy before he licks you from ass to clit. He manhandles your thighs over his shoulder fully, never letting go of your wrists. You can't move, you're pinned down and spread open for his apology. Your pulse throbs in your clit when he licks you again, cleaning up the slick caused by his kisses and thigh.

Chris's tongue spreads your lips until he can thrust it into your pussy. He moans at the taste of you, the vibration sending a spark right through your clit. Your nipples ache for attention, your neck demands kissing and sucking, every part of you needs more. You open your mouth to voice you needs, to moan for more but nothing comes out except a squeal.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Your back arches, unsure if you want to grind your face into his mouth or escape the overwhelming feeling that is making your legs shake. His free hand grabs onto your thigh and pulls you back down, locks you back into place. God his fucking hands. His fucking lips and mouth and tongue.

"Chris, Chris please," you beg. Even though this is supposed to be your apology you can't stop the words from tumbling out as the desperation sets in.

"Fuck, that's right bubba, let everyone in the house hear."

His warm breath is like ice in your overheated, sensitive skin. His words come out between panted breaths. His stubbled chin is smeared with arousal already.

"Then make me cum." You demand or pout, you aren't sure. You just know he isn't putting is mouth to good use like he said he would.

"God, I love when you get bossy."

Any argument about that word is expelled from your body when you gasp. Chris's tongue is on you again, fucking and stroking against your pussy. His nose keeps hitting your clit, but it's not enough, not the right angle. It's teasing and making your pussy wetter, but that's not what you were promised. You need more.

With your hands still trapped in his grip, you squeeze your thighs tighter around his head and grind against his face. He groans like this is a treat for him, like this is exactly what he wanted to do tonight. You throw your head back against his pillows, his cologne and soap and everything invading your senses. Your moan echoes around his room and you feel his grin spread across his face.

He knows you're close, your inhibitions dropping the more your muscles tense up and the more you clit aches for the right attention. You want to scream at him to fuck you right, to suck on your clit again. Your fingers flex as your hips lose their rhythm against his face.

The moans coming out of your lips are higher pitched, more desperate and pleading. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead. Finally, finally, his tongue moves up the little space to your clit. There's a moment where your pussy feels empty, but it's forgotten when Chris's tongue swirls around that throbbing nerve and sucks into his mouth.

His teeth graze your clit and your world shatters. You scream his name as your body shakes and pulses with your orgasm. Your pussy flutters as slick drips out of you. When you've melted, become a mush soft puddle, does he start licking you again.

"Chris," you groan.

"Not done apologizing, sweetheart, you got one more hole."

#sloth asks #nonnie #sloths kinktober 2.0 #rpf smut #rpf #chris evans x reader #chris evans x fem!reader #frat!chris evans #frat!chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #college au #tw dub con #tw drinking #short!reader

[gingerjolover]

more on the bothering lucy while she's working because you're horny would be appreciated 🫣

minors…gtfo because y’all know the drill

rpf smut under da cut

okay so here’s my thought process, Luce is a giver, like there’s this tik tok that was on my fyp of this person who was filming a video for class and their gf texted and wanted to fuck so they got up and just left and went to her. that’s lucy, like i think she alwayyyyys indulges you, and obviously y’all have boundaries but you are so used to her just being dtf

i think she’d be doing admin stuff, maybe stuff she’s put off for a while and like told her team that she would do herself and now she’s regretting it because you’re waking up just horny as hell and dripping for her and she can’t do anything about it because she needs to get this stuff done

you’d be extra nice, buttering her up, “hi baby,” you’d whisper, walking in to her office, maybe wearing very little clothes or a nice robe or even just t-shirt. and lucy’s immediately like “fuck” because she can’t do anything about it right now

“hi angel,” she breathes out, immediately regretting looking at your legs because they drive her nuts. “what do you need?” she asks, albeit dumbly because she knows the look in your eyes, already waiting for her to take over

You just breathe out, moving to sit next to her on the couch, your legs gently over hers, rubbing her thigh gently “i need you,” you’d whine, and she’s rolling her eyes because why are you so cute. “i need to finish this my love,” lucy breathes out tapping your hips. “i won’t bother you,” you lie, you both know you’re lying but lucy always indulges you so she lets you sit with her, laptop on her lap, your legs on hers, head on her shoulder.

eventually you’ll start rubbing her, or rubbing your own legs together. your hand will play with her hair or stroke her cheek, and when you start kissing her neck or cheek softly is when she starts to get annoyed because why must you torture her like this?

“watch it,” she’d say sternly. “i’m not doing anything…i don’t tell you enough how pretty you are, you’re so pretty luce,” just rubbing her thighs, moving her hair over, nuzzling her neck.

she stews a bit, letting you play with her while she finishes and as soon as the last email is sent she’s slamming her laptop shut and she’s like “upstairs, now” and you’re immediately like “oh” and scrambling upstairs because this is mommy!lucy okay and she’s mad

so you’re upstairs, maybe stripping down but not fast enough because lucy comes in and is pushing you down on the bed and just scoffing because why aren’t you naked yet?

she lays you down, maybe your hands are pinned, or tied to the headboard, or maybe you just know better at this point to keep them up but she’s grabbing the vibrator wand and is just being so mean, like no softness whatsoever “spread them”.

maybe you’re whining as soon as the vibrator touches your clit, it’s on a far higher setting than you’re used to her starting at and she’s murmuring “be a good girl and i’ll give you what you want.”

but after 4 almost orgasms, you’re whining alot more because every time you’re close to cumming, she’s dragging the vibrator away and edging the hell out of you. she’s laughing at you softly, “this is what you wanted right? you wanted attention angel, i’m giving it to you.”

“i need— please,” you’d be begging, writhing against the sheets and she’s laughing, her tone condescending and almost full of pity, dragging the vibrator back to your clit. “please what?” she goads, rubbing up your torso, pinching your nipple before her hand squeeze your neck.

“Please mommy,” you beg, and lucy smiles, “that’s it my girl, that’s it,” before finally letting you cum.

•

so….. how was y’all’s day?

#anon cutie #lucy dacus x reader #lucy dacus blurb #lucy dacus smut #rpf smut #got ur asses #i hope u all had good days #i miss u guys how cheesy is that?

[theverystrangegirl27]

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Triple Fun That Way

Summary: After starring in Alex's show The Idot Box with Keanu, some dormant feelings arise, and the influence of weed helps you act on the impulses that you've denied for so long.

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (m receiving), recreational drug use

You knew Alex from NYU, striking up a casual friendship that had lasted for a good few years as you both came up in the industry.

When he asked you to be in a new bit for his show, The Idiot Box, you were excited- not only to be working on such a fun project, but to be reconnecting with an old friend.

Keanu, who you knew in passing and from the movies he and Alex had worked on together, was your co-star.

You could tell it made Alex happy, old friends combing with new friends, and you liked Keanu.

He was funny, soft spoken, and gentle with you when the scene called for him to thrash you around a little, his villainous persona so ridiculous you had to bite your tongue to keep from giggling.

The bit was simple but funny- Keanu playing the overly cartoonish villain holding you, the helpless damsel, hostage. Alex, dressed in a ridiculous outfit of his own, attempting to rescue you while also trying to keep the show rolling into the next bit.

It was silly, fun in a way you haven't gotten to experience in your career as of late. You've been cast in a lot of dramatic, emotionally taxing roles, so Alex's goofiness was a nice change of pace.

You're standing by one of the monitors after shooting, watching the replay of the scene you just filmed when Alex comes up behind you.

“You critiquing my performance?” He asks, giving your shoulder a nudge with his own. You look back at him with a grin.

“Oh absolutely, somebody's gotta keep your ego in check.”

You turn back to the monitor, pretending to look for a mistake to point out. It's hard, because Alex hardly gives less than his all.

“Ah ha!” You exclaim, pointing out the way Alex stumbles a little up the hill in the scene.

“Sloppy footwork, Winter. What do we pay you for?”

He clutches his chest, tossing his head back in mock distress.

“You wound me, Y/N.”

You laugh, eyes following the bounce of his curls and the way his mouth turns upwards in a smile. Your heart gives a sharp tug that you tamp down.

Of course you've developed a bit of a crush on Alex. After being friends for so long, it's only natural.

He rocks back on his heels and glances at the monitor for a second before looking back at you.

“Keanu and I are gonna head back to my place after I get a few things done around the set, you wanna come?”

Butterflies begin to flutter around in your stomach, and you nod.

“Yeah, that sounds fun.”

Alex smiles in return.

“Cool,” He says, running a hand through his hair. When it springs back into place over his forehead, the butterflies intensify. “Keanus's gonna head over now if you wanna catch a ride with him, I should only be like fifteen minutes.”

You look over his shoulder to where Keanu is talking with a stage manager, hands in his leather jacket. You swallow, suddenly a little nervous.

You like Keanu, but he's handsome in a way that really intimidates you. Despite his gentle and kind demeanor, his intensity makes you nervous and- to your embarrassment- turns you on.

You can't help but feel a little ridiculous, having a crush on both Alex and Keanu. You were a professional, not some stupid school girl.

You smile wide, hoping to hide your nerves.

“For sure, I'll see you back at yours!” You say, and Alex looks content with that as he heads off to talk with the camera man.

The stage hand and Keanu have just finished talking when you reach him, his focus now solely on you.

He looks pleased to see you, and that does little to quell your nerves.

God, he's so pretty.

“Alex said you were heading to his, mind if I tag along with you?” You ask.

Keanu smiles, and you can hear your pulse as it thumps in your ears.

“Totally, you ever been on a bike before?”

You shake your head, but you're up for anything.

He reaches out a hand, and you take it, the weight of his palm in yours warm and oddly comforting.

He's got that smile aimed right at you, and you know you're a goner.

He looks over your head and sends a wink in someone else's direction, and before you can turn to look he's pulling you towards the parking lot.

The whole way to Alex's, you've got your hands under Keanus's jacket, his heartbeat steady under your palm.

Alex's apartment is nicely furnished, couch comfortable as you and Keanu sit together.

You watch as he sparks up a joint he found in one of Alex's kitchen drawers, extending it upward with a triumphant laugh.

“You're sure he won't mind?” You ask.

Keanu chuckles.

“Nah, he'll probably be a little jealous I'm smoking with you alone, though.”

You furrow your brow, confused.

“What do you mean?”

Keanu pauses to take the first drag from the joint, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before exhaling his answer.

“C'mon Y/N, you know what I mean.”

You have a suspicion, but you want to hear it from Keanu.

You shake your head, taking the joint as it's passed to you.

Keanu raises an eyebrow, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his lips.

“You and Alex go back a long time, think about it.” He says as you take a hit.

You exhale, the heady, thick scent of the joint slowly filling the room as you pass it back.

Just as you open your mouth to respond, the front door clicks open.

“You guys started without me?” Alex calls from the entryway, and Keanu laughs.

“Snooze you lose, dude.”

You can't help but smile as Alex comes into view.

He sets his keys on the kitchen counter, sighs, and flops down on the couch next to you.

Keanu reaches over you to pass the joint to Alex, their arms crossing in front of you.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbles, taking a puff and looking down at it. “Where'd you get this, anyway?”

Keanu shrugs, leaning back.

“Under your spoons in the kitchen. You gotta find a better hiding place for your weed, man.”

Alex rolls his eyes, exhaling and passing it to you.

You feel both of their eyes on you as you purse your lips around the joint, suddenly aware of how close both men are.

It makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy around the edges, the weed slowly creeping up on you.

After about a good thirty minutes of smoking, talking, and joking around, you're pleasantly high.

You lean a little into Alex's side, his arm up and around the back of the couch.

You shake your head when the joint comes back around to you, knowing your limits. You don't want to get too high, knowing that this is one of your few chances to hang out with Alex before you both get too busy.

You notice that as Alex reaches over you to pass the dwindling joint to Keanu, a look passes between them.

Your mind races a bit, wondering what that look could mean. It was subtle, a simple quirk of an eyebrow, a wry smile- that could mean anything.

You hum in surprise when you feel Alex's fingers playing with the length of hair that rests across your shoulder, his arm looping around you.

“You changed your hair since the last time we hung out.” He murmurs, eyes heavy lidded as he looks at you.

You shrug.

“It's for a movie.”

From your other side, Keanu shucks off his jacket, the leather warm when it briefly presses against you.

You have a slight suspicion they're plotting something, but you have no idea what.

“What movie?” Keanu asks, one foot resting on the coffee table, his elbow on the back of the couch.

“Some romantic comedy,” You explain, wrinkling your nose. “I'm a little nervous, there's this whole sex scene I'm supposed to do and-” You shrug. “I don't know if I'm gonna be any good.”

Alex shifts at that, turning into you a little.

“Look at you all grown up,” He teases, that easy, lazy grin you love so much spreading across his face. “Little Y/N, taking her pants off on camera.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest.

Keanu hums, thinking.

“Is this your first sex scene?” He asks, looking at you and then at Alex.

You narrow your eyes, not sure if you're paranoid from the weed or if these two really are conspiring.

“Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing.” You admit, laughing and running a hand through your hair.

Keanu watches you with parted lips.

“Let's practice, then.”

You rear your head back, eyes wide as you let out a startled laugh.

“What?”

Keanu sits up, leaning towards you.

“We can show you what to do, give you some tips.”

His face is suddenly really close to yours.

“Y'know, practice.”

You furrow your brow, glancing at his lips.

Alex's hand settles on your thigh from your other side, and you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

His eyes are a little red, lids lowered as he looks at you with that easy, knowing grin.

It dawns on you suddenly as you turn back to Keanu.

“You two freaks planned this, didn't you?”

Keanu tilts his head to the side, but his smile says it all.

“Planned what?” He asks.

You roll your eyes, smiling.

Feeling emboldened by the weed and the tight squeeze Alex gives your thigh, you take Keanus's face between your palms and lay one on him.

Keanu makes a soft sound when your lips meet, but parts them as you pull him closer.

He's soft with it like you knew he would be, his palm coming up to rest at your waist.

When you pull away, you both grin at each other, eyes over bright and playful.

Alex shifts behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Gonna leave me hangin’ beautiful?”

You turn, Alex cupping your cheek with one hand and pulling you in.

You've wanted to kiss Alex for years now, dreaming of it when you'd lay awake in bed.

All of those fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.

His hand against your face is warm, guiding you into the kiss gently. His lips, a little chapped, work against yours, and you feel yourself sinking into Alex's side.

You maneuver yourself up onto your knees and then settle in Alex's lap, letting him pull you closer by your waist.

The kiss becomes hungry, tongues meeting and lips parting with wet, sensual sounds.

Keanu reaches a hand into Alex's hair and pulls him away from you, his own lips finding the blond’s and you smile, leaning down to kiss and bite at Alex's neck.

Keanu and Alex make out above you, their lips shiny with spit and their tongues licking into each other's mouths.

You shift a little in Alex's lap, feeling yourself getting wet.

They break for air, both grinning.

You play with the hem of Alex's shirt, looking up at him with big eyes.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” You tease, and he smiles, a dazed expression on his face.

You lean back, watching unabashedly as Alex sheds his shirt.

Once it's tossed away, you lean forward with your hands on his chest.

“How do we wanna do this?” You ask, nipping at his bottom lip.

Keanu leans in from the side, his lips finding yours.

Alex makes an interested sound, his hands trailing up your shirt.

“I think you'd look real pretty on my dick, Y/N.” He breathes, helping you lift your shirt up and over your head.

You hum in response. You look at Keanu, the way his chin length hair falls in front of his eyes, how he's looking at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

“And you?” You ask, your thumb swiping over Keanus's lips. He parts them, his tongue running over the pad of it.

“You ever been to Paris?”

You laugh, the sound of it reverberating through the apartment, and Alex joins in as he nuzzles your neck.

“That was so bad.” You say through your laughter, moving to kiss Keanu again.

Keanu smiles into it, and you gasp a little as Alex takes your nipple into his mouth.

Your hand finds the back of his head, fingers tangling in curly blond hair as Keanu takes your jaw in his hand, deepening the kiss.

It's hot, the room getting stuffy with the weed and the scent of sex. Eventually, you all rearrange yourselves, peeling off layers of clothes and revealing supple, sweaty skin.

You find yourself back on Alex's lap, facing away from him this time.

His fingers reach in front of you to play with your pussy, your legs spread wide as Keanu stands before the two of you.

He's looking down at you with dark eyes, his hand around his dick as he watches Alex's fingers dip into you.

“Knew you'd look good like this, baby.” He breathes. “Like an angel, I swear.”

You feel Alex hum in agreement, his chest hot against your back as he bites at your neck.

You bite your lip, a sigh escaping you as he thumbs at your clit. You're sopping wet, your skin overheated from all of the attention you're getting.

You feel lightheaded at the prospect of both of these men taking you. Alex's dick is right at the entrance of your pussy, hard and warm against your skin.

When you take it in your hand, he groans a little, the tip slipping into you. You sigh, eyes falling shut as you raise yourself and slowly sink down onto him.

“Shit,” Alex grunts, head falling back against the couch.

Keanu steps forward, offering his dick up and you smile before you take the tip into your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes.

You roll your hips, Alex's hands guiding your movements as Keanu thrusts shallowly, hand in your hair.

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the moment and just feeling.

Alex's hands are warm on your waist, his hips raising to meet yours. He's making these gorgeous noises- soft gasps and moans that send sparks up your spine.

Keanu's hand in your hair tugs you up and down his dick, controlling yet gentle. His dick hits the back of your throat every now and then, spit and precum dripping down your chin as your throat makes this wet, clicking sound.

It's so hot, the two guys you want the most wanting you just as much.

You furrow your brow, moving your head to take Keanu deeper and relishing in the way he moans your name.

Alex bucks up into you, making you choke a little on Keanu.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Alex chuckles breathlessly, hot and high and horny. His hands pull you down onto his dick, not letting you pull up, just grinding upwards.

You moan around Keanu, the vibrations making the dark haired man throw his head back in pleasure.

Tears leak out of your eyes but you can't bring yourself to care. The way both men are dicking you down has your mind melting in the best way, your orgasm creeping up on you as Alex's dick assaults your g-spot, your legs shaking when he gets two fingers on your clit.

“Fuck, you gonna come baby?” Alex asks through gritted teeth, hands starting to rock you back and forth.

It makes you gasp when Keanu pulls his dick out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting it to your lips.

“Oh my-y god,” is all you can get out, Keanus's dick slipping against your mouth and diving back in.

Keanu laughs, tongue peaking between his teeth.

“Yeah she is, man.” He grabs your head, holding you in place as he fucks your mouth.

“Mmm,” you moan, loud and tearful as you look up at Keanu.

“God, when you look at me like that,” He trails off, shaking his head with an awed grin, biting his lip as the tip of his dick hits your throat again.

Alex groans loudly from behind you, his mouth dropped open as your walls squeeze tight around him. His fingers work frantically at your clit, touch made slippery and smooth by how wet they're making you.

“Gonna come inside, baby,” Alex tells you, your brain too scrambled to really register what's happening.

Your walls clench, your breathing coming in fast and shallow as your orgasm hits its peak.

Keanu takes his dick from your mouth, watching your face.

“Alex,” You almost sob, thighs shaking as he dicks you down good, pulling you so that your back is pressed tight to his chest.

“C'mon, Y/N, c'mon,” He encourages, voice raspy and hot against your ear.

Your orgam rolls through you, your eyes finding Keanu's as you come. Lips parted, eyes filled with tears, you feel yourself clench rhythmically around Alex, who's letting out his own gasps and sighs as he comes deep inside of you.

“Holy shit,” Keanu breathes, his dark eyes blown wide with lust.

You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, reaching for him.

“Want you to come in my mouth.” You tell him breathlessly, and who is he to deny you?

You work your hand up and down his dick, mouth following close behind.

“Fuck, you gonna swallow, baby?” Keanu asks, groaning low as you swipe your tongue over the head.

“She's a good girl, of course she will.” Alex says, his hand stroking down your back as his dick softens inside of you.

You like the weight of it there, making you feel claimed by him, something you had always wanted.

Keanu pulls you forward, your nose buried in his pubes, and he holds you there as he comes down your throat.

You make a point to swallow every last drop.

The three of you take stock of each other, sticky with come and sweat, smelling of weed and sex.

Alex raises an eyebrow.

“Shower, anyone?”

Alex's shower is definitely not meant for three grown adults, but you somehow make it work, washing Alex's hair while Keanu does your back.

It's sweet, making you sentimental and a little sorrowful that it can't be like this all the time.

You voice your opinion aloud when the three of you are all sitting around the living room again- Keanu with his feet up on Alex's coffee table, and you tucked under Alex's arm.

“Who says it can't be?” Alex asks, and you look up at him, hopeful.

“We like you, you like us, we like each other.” Alex explains, connecting the dots. “Who's stopping us?”

It hits you then, what Keanu had meant when he told you to think about Alex and your relationship, how it's progressed as you've gotten older.

Alex wants you just like you've been wanting him.

You can't help the smile that stretches across your face, leaning further into Alex.

“You two should come with me for my movie, make sure I'm putting all that ‘practice’ to good use.”

Keanu laughs, and Alex pulls you in tighter.

“Baby, we'll be there.”

#its done babyyyyy #only took me forever #x reader #rpf fic #keanu reeves x reader #alex winter x reader #actress reader #poly!au #smut #rpf smut

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Behind the Trailer

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Summary: One afternoon, you go visit your boyfriend, Jensen on the set of The Boys. But when you're there, you can't help but flirt with a certain New Zealander actor. What happens next is you and Jensen behind his trailer, him teaching you who you belong to.

Pairing: Jensen x F!reader / Karl Urban x F!Reader (implied)

Word Count: 1957

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, public sex, outdoor sex, p in v, unprotected sex, voyeurism, teasing, dirty talking, rough sex, implied cockhold

A/n: I haven't written in a while, so in the meantime, here's a little sexy thing I wrote! 

PS: I had no idea what gif to put on this fic, so here have more of him.

Feedbacks are super welcomed!

The set crew had to be looking for him everywhere by now. 

His break was over… Like… 20 minutes ago.

Since he had several scenes to shoot before the end of the day, when you went to see him to surprise him, he was still dressed as Soldier Boy. The costume that you loved so fucking much on him. Not only did the green look good on him… Everything was so tight. Tightened at the legs, molding his muscles newly acquired for his role, not at all hiding the bump you saw the moment you started walking towards the cafeteria to grab some food for lunch. Walking in front of him with a happy gait and a short dress.

Both on purpose.

Just like you turned your head, smiling brightly at him, to see his reaction.

Obviously, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding under the table and resting on his thigh the moment you sat down with him. The muscle had hardened under your touch, waiting for your next move, expecting anything. And when you raised your hand higher to place it on the bulge that had attracted your attention, a small clearing of throat sounded on your right. But you hadn't flinched in any way and continued your conversation with Karl and Jack about the scenes they'd planned for the afternoon. You weren't supposed to know, but they loved giving you little clues here and there about what they were up to.

"You think you’re smart, hm?"

Cold wall in front of you. The mass of heat and muscles was pinning you against it, pressing hard against your back.

Jensen had taken you behind his trailer so no one could see you. It was a good blind spot, some trees and bushes were hiding the view of both sides, the fence hiding the back. 

It was the perfect place to do things and not be seen. You were completely invisible.

But it did nothing to drown the sounds.

A hand squeezed your throat as a warm breath blew against your ear.

“Teasing me like that in front of everyone?”

The bulge against your butt was so hard and imposing, you couldn't hold back the moan of surprise and anticipation that escaped your lips. Jensen let out a long groan as he started grinding against you, his hand squeezing your throat just enough, yet not quite like you liked it. The air was still coming in, the pain was minimal, you wanted more, you needed more. Raising your hand, you rested it on his and urged him to squeeze harder.

“You're a fucking slut, you know that? Fucking brat,” you could hear him undo his pants with his free hand and next moment, your panties were tossed to the side and he was sliding inside of you in a quick and rough thrust.

He was probably expecting you to make a noise, because his hand that wasn't encircling your throat pressed immediately against your mouth. And his next words were whispered against your ear. His husky voice sent chills all over your body, and when he gave another thrust, you could feel him now buried inside you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back as he tightened his grip on your throat.

Just like you fucking liked.

“Teasing me like that to get attention? First, you come here,” Jensen groaned as he pulled out only to better thrust back in. A shrill sound left your mouth, but his hand grabbed it and buried it in silence. “Dressed like this,” he was referring to the short summer dress you chose to wear. Purple, it had small blue and yellow flowers and a small bow at the top of the semi-plunging neckline. “You flirt with Karl like a fucking slut,” he stated and you tried to deny it, quickly, maybe too quickly, because he snapped his lenght rough enough to silence you. You moaned again, loudly enough to hear your voice through his wide hand. “Don’t lie to me…  I saw you… How you were sitting… looking at him like a slut, showing your chest… You’re not talking to him like you’re talking to anyone else,” he continued, thrusting out and in and out of you at every thing he was uttering. Your legs started to shake so much the pleasure was out of control, and you could feel your juices flowing between your thighs, where you were connected to him. “And then, you touch me under the table? Hm? What do you think brats like you deserve? What do you think whores like you deserve?”

Burying himself as deep as possible, Jensen pulled his hand from your mouth and you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. “I asked you a question.”

“Punishment,” you answered between two harsh breaths. “I deserve… Punishement,” you closed your eyes, fighting the urge to fuck back on his length, fighting the urge to scream and moan and beg for more. You needed it so bad, so bad it hurt.

“That’s right.” Wandering over your body, Jensen's fingers explored all the visible skin your dress gave him. He stroked your bare thighs, settled close to your ass at the limit of where his pelvis was resting and climbed up under your dress to grab one of your breasts. “Not even wearing a bra. Like you were asking for me to fuck you…” He groaned and pinched your nipple. It was a close one, this time the sound almost slipped through. “Oh no, don't think I'm putting my hand back on your mouth sweetheart, you wanted this…” You could feel it oh so very well, his length slipping out of you, brushing your insides, everywhere, burning, it was so hot… “You're keeping quiet.”

His hips snapped back inside of you roughly, making you lose balance for a while. You caught up on the wall of his trailer, trying so hard to not make a noise you ended up tasting metal filling your mouth. You bit your lip too hard.

Jensen fucked you fast and deep, right there, behind his trailer, where anyone could see you if they walked close enough. If they heard you. Like he really didn’t care, your boyfriend growled as he snapped his hips faster, and this time, you couldn’t help it, a moan escaped. Then another. Then, it didn’t matter to stay quiet.

It felt so good. It felt so good, him using you, fucking you, punishing you for being the brat that you were. Jensen’s cock touched every single spot that made you see stars, but it was when his hand lowered down to your back, bending you forward more on the wall, that he could reach the spot that made you cry out. The spot he knew by heart. His favorite spot he then kept on pistoning.

“That’s it, good girl, taking me so well… Not very silent hm, well, that’s something we’ll have to work on. You’re about to cum, aren’t you? I can’t feel you twitch around me…”

Indeed, he was right. Jensen really did know you by heart, knew your whole body on the tip of his fingers. He owned you, after all. His sweet little pet he loved to fuck whenever and wherever he wanted. And oh God did you want it too.

“Yes… Yes!” You moaned, turning your head to the side to lay your cheek on the cold wall. Skin burning up, body burning up, core burning up, you were so fucking close-

That’s when you saw him.

Standing a couple of meters away, barely hidden through the bushes and trees.

Dark eyes were settling on you, and you only. Hypnotized would be a better world. His Hawaiian shirt was pink, so flashy amongst the green of the surroundings, you wondered why you didn’t notice him there before.

It was seeing Karl watching you getting fucked by Jensen that drove you to the edge. Fingers bent on the wall, you helplessly tried to get a hold of something. Your legs were shaking so much, Jensen had to use both hands to keep you up. Warmth pressed on your back, sweaty, burning, as he rammed even deeper inside of you.

It builded up, and up, and up, eyes half close, you kept on staring at him as your climax got stronger, your voice got higher and then it exploded. White danced before your eyes, beautiful ecstasy of pure pleasure as the orgasm washed over you.

“Fuuuucking good girl… Feels so good, sweet little pussy… so wet and warm…”

You could hear Jensen praise you. Feel him give a couple of more rough thrusts in you that stuck you even more to the wall. You could hear him groaning as he spilled inside of you, you could feel his hands squeezing your flesh, leaving his imprints on your person. It would bruise, that’s for sure

You could hear and feel all that.

But all of your attention was on him watching.

“Fucking hell, you were right, she does have that kind of dirty mind.”

It was one of those orgasms with the aftermath of a warm blanket. Head fuzzy like cotton and body soft like a tissue. The only reason you were still standing up was because Jensen was still buried deep inside of you. 

So it took you a few seconds to remember where you were, who was with you and… What Jensen said.

“Told ya mate. Your girl had that glint in her eyes I rarely see in people. She’s a naughty one.”

Your head was still turned to the side, so you could see him walk closer. And closer. Until he was right next to you.

A smirk was stretching his lips, dark eyes now shamelessly roaming your body. For a moment you were sure you had Billy Butcher in front of you. “Karl…” It came out like a beg, like a moan, like a whore asking for more.

“What is it, luv?”

Jensen pulled out of you, and you struggled to stay up to finally fall on the ground. Your boyfriend didn’t really let you fall on your knees, he helped you settle down in front of him. His co-star. Karl Urban.

“She’s been such a brat today,” you could hear Jensen zipping up his pants. “But in the end, she was so good…” His big hand patted your head, and you looked up at him with big, surprised eyes.

It wasn’t a secret how you felt about Karl Urban. You were kind of a long suffering Lord of the Rings fan, and when you learned your boyfriend would be playing with him in The Boys, you were a bit too over excited and overjoyed to meet him. It was the first time Jensen got very jealous, and you felt that one for days. But to think he would actually let that happen? You questioned him again with your eyes, still unsure, asking permission, asking if it wasn’t perhaps a dream.

“They’re waiting for you on set for your scenes,” Karl murmured, his eyes not leaving you. But you didn’t dare look at him, not until you had Jensen’s permission.

“Perfect.” A big, loving smile stretched his lips. “I’ll be right back when I’m done. Take care of her.”

Like that, Jensen walked away.

That was your permission.

Turning your head, you looked at him. The moment your eyes met his, you drowned in his gaze. You literally got lost in his pupils, lost in all the lust bathing in there.

“I think we better be heading inside, luv,” Karl smiled at you as he helped you get up. Your skin burnt at the place he was touching. “Because I promise, you won’t be able to stay quiet.”

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245 @b3autyfuldisast3r @eevvvaa @fictional-affairs @wickedinspirations @awkward-and-indecisive​

#the boys #jensen ackles #jensen ackles the boys #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles fan fic #jensen ackles fanfiction #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles x reader smut #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x you #karl urban #karl urban x reader #rpf smut #jensen ackles rpf #karl urban rpf

[firstprincehornyramblings]

"I Think We Just Made Love"

I received a request for some smut where the boys are 'having sex but they're also both secretly very in love and this time the sex is so tender and loving that one of them just starts crying, and the other takes care of them because they're disgustingly in love obviously.' And that was such a deliciously sweet request that I could not turn it down. Thank you so much to the anon who requested, I had so much fun.

As a final note, I wanna say that I made Nick top in this, because it made him more endearing to be.. well let me not spoil anything, you'll get it.

Tags: Top Nick x Bottom Taylor, Smut, Vague Plot but no Real Story, Porn With Feelings, Slow Sex, So Many Kisses, Love Confessions, Rimming, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal

#taylor zakhar perez nicholas galitzine #nick galitzine smut #nicholas galitzine smut #nicholas galitzine #first prince smut #my fic #smut #taylor zakhar perez #taylor zakhar perez fic #rpf smut

[release-the-mccracken]

Whether you like it or not, Gerard "let me jerk off on stage" Way and Frank "moaning for three minutes IS a song" Iero were made for each other.

#frerard #frank iero #gerard way #bandom #bandom rpf #rpf #mcr #my chemical romance #smut #nsft #bandom smut #bandom nsft #rpf smut #rpf nsft

[b4sorex1a]

I keep thinking about Gavi dating a muscular woman who is taller than him. she likes pegging him and also fucking him with a huge strapon and whispering how much slut he is🥵

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

Pablo Gavira x Dom Tall! Female reader prompts

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Actually this is so hot,, like he’d be your little needy toy.

• Gavi begs for it, he loves the fact that his girlfriend is taller and just presents his body for you.

• He won’t admit it, but he loves it when you dominate him! He looks up at you with his big doe eyes while you fuck him in missionary…

• Pablo gets on his tiptoes to kiss you, wraps his arms around your neck lightly and kisses you deeply, with lots of tongue!

• Gavi is much weaker than you are, he likes to think that he’s strong, but he can be subdued so easily. You push him to the bed, positioning him in all fours; he’s slutty, already arching his back to show his cute bubble butt.

• Your boyfriend is really horny, he whispers lowly to your ear how much he wants to get fucked even when you’re in public! He can’t help it, Gavi is totally obsessed with it.

• “Can I cum?, please I want to”

• Pablo is a brat, but he gets very submissive after you tease him a little. He’s a good boy and wants to let you know!

• He’d wear tight clothes to try to grab your attention, he wants you to see him.

• “Y/N come on pleasee let’s go home now I need you”

• Or if you’re already at home on the couch watching a show or something… “Wanna make out?” yes, he’s always up for something.

• If he’s out of Barcelona because of a match, he’s definitely video calling you; while fingering himself. You can see his pretty pink hole being stretched by his fingers, he moans and smiles dumbly, Gavi really wants more of you, he knows he can’t get that right now because of the long distance, but he shows you how much he needs you in that video call.

#fc barcelona #pablo gavi prompt #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #football rpf #football rpf smut #smut #smut prompts #bottom pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi smut #fc barcelona smut #gavi x reader #football rpf imagines #football #gavi smut #gavi imagine #fem reader #gavi x female reader #smut imagine #rpf smut #rpf

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Across the Room

Pedro Pascal x Reader

A/N: I was asked to write a fic based off this gif... so here ya go. Enjoy.

Warnings: Light smut (oral F receiving) 18+ ONLY | Minors DNI

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You didn’t want to be here; not at some fancy party with a bunch of “fancy” people you didn’t know. You would rather have been at home, curled up on your couch with your nose stuck in a book, or even better, relaxing in a hot bath with candles lit, but your friend Veronica (Ronnie for short) had gotten you to come out with her. She had begged, bargained, and even bullied you a little bit. She needed company, she had told you as you got dressed. You had rolled your eyes at her as she went on about only being invited because of a friend of a friend, so she was sure she wouldn’t know anyone there. 

Yeah right, you thought.

But nevertheless you pulled on the dress she had brought for you and followed her out to the waiting car.

Now here you were, dressed up and in shoes that pinched your feet, causing you to shift from foot to foot ever so often. Not wanting to mingle, you chose a spot near the wall, where you could just watch the crowd of people milling around talking and dancing to the music. And Ronnie, who had claimed she wouldn’t know anyone there, moved between each cluster, mingling.  

At least she is having fun, you thought as you heaved a sigh and took another sip of your drink, she was in her element: being surrounded by people. You, on the other hand, had been ready to go as soon as you had stepped out of the car. 

When she looked over at you and jerked her head to try to get you to join her, you just frowned slightly and shook your head. She decided then to head over to you, which prompted you to roll your eyes at her.

“Don’t give me that attitude, Y/N!”

“I don’t have an attitude,” you argued.

“You do,” she said. “Why are you still standing here?”

“I told you I didn’t want to come! These are your friends, not mine!”

“Listen, all I'm saying is that you look too good to just stand against the wall here all night. I made sure of that.”

You looked down at the dress she had had you put on. It was gold and white, sleeveless and - something Ronnie made sure of - fitted to your body to perfection. You had to admit (reluctantly and to yourself, of course) that you looked good.

But you wanted to be stubborn. “It absolutely means that!”

“Y/N!”

“Veronica!”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at you, as she let out a sigh of frustration “So what are you just gonna stand here all night?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.” 

“Hmph,” Ronnie grunted. “Well, I've seen a lot of people eyeing you.”

“No,” you said in disbelief.

“Yep, like that man over there at the bar,” she said, and nodded in that direction. You followed her gaze and when your eyes met his, you felt your heart leap.

“So, again I ask, are you just gonna stand here?”

ACROSS THE ROOM

As Pedro stood at the bar waiting for his drink, he sighed to himself. Another boring ass party. He didn’t know why he kept coming to these things. Because you were bored, he told himself. At least the drinks were free and he planned to take full advantage of that.

Once he got his drink, he thanked the bartender and turned to look out over the crowd of people there. He smiled and nodded to a few people he vaguely knew but couldn’t quite place. He headed out into the crowd and chatted to a few people for a few minutes, although he couldn’t exactly remember their names, before heading back over to the bar to freshen up his drink. As he was waiting on the bartender he scanned the crowded room for the host, all the while thinking of a viable excuse to give them to leave early. This party was a bust as far as he was concerned. 

He got his fresh drink and took a sip, still scanning the crowd, when something caught his eye. He stopped and took a good look. He saw you standing there in deep conversation with your friend. The gold in your dress seemed to make you glow in the lights. He noticed your friend nod in his direction and then you looked over at him. 

Once your eyes met, everything around him seemed to slow down. He couldn’t hear the conversations around him; there was a rushing sound in his ears. He felt his heart skip a beat.  If he hadn’t known better he would have thought he was having some sort of attack. He was rooted to the spot, unable to take his eyes off of you. 

Something deep, and urgent took hold of him.

Back on your side of the room, you could barely hear what Veronica was saying to you.

“Hellooo, earth to Y/N!” Veronica waved her hand in front of your face. “Are you even listening to me?”

You jerked your head away from the man at the bar. “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What were you saying?”

She laughed. “Damn, you weren’t even paying attention to me.”

“Yes, I was.”

“No, you weren’t. You were too busy drooling over that guy at the bar.”

“I wasn’t drooling,” you said, turning to look at the bar again.

“Anyway,” Veronica said, grabbing your hand to make you look at her. “As I was saying: are you gonna stand here all night?”

You shook your head slowly. “Nah, I’m not,” you said, grabbing your drink and shaking your hand from her grip. You took one more look at the man who was still staring at you, and headed to the doors that lead outside to the terrace. Something about the way he looked at you, his gaze, made you feel… not, exactly uncomfortable, but unsettled. 

Pedro’s eyes followed you as you took one more look at him before grabbing your drink and heading to the doors leading outside. He downed his drink, before ordering another, and quickly drank that one too; then he found himself heading over to you, pushing through the crowd. He was filled with a nervous, but oddly determined energy. 

Before you could push the doors open to head outside, he caught up with you. 

“Excuse me…”

He reached out and grabbed your arm. Normally, a strange man grabbing you would have caused you to make a scene, but as soon as his hand made contact with your skin, you felt a rush of heat flood your body. You stopped and turned to him, your eyes locking onto his. They were a gorgeous, sweet dark brown, reminding you of warm coffee, which made your breath hitch in your throat.

You cleared your throat. “Yes?”

The both of you stood there, unsure of what to say, but totally captivated by each other. You felt his hand slide down your arm to your hand. Before you knew what was happening, you felt him pull you back near the center of the floor. You barely registered the music that was playing as you felt him rest his other hand on your waist; you took your free hand and placed it on his shoulder as you both began to sway to the music. 

Neither of you said anything, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. It felt as if no one else was there; it was just the two of you in your own little world. No words were needed. It was just  the heat and electricity passing between you. You never wanted to let go, to let this moment end. Right then, you were in your own personal heaven. You and this complete stranger, who somehow felt like someone you’d known forever. All you could focus on was the feel of his hands: one in yours, the other on your waist; and you began to wonder how those hands would feel touching you in other places.

Somehow, sometime, between songs, you had stopped dancing, tugged on his hand, and led him outside to the terrace. The fresh air cleared your mind, but only slightly. He still had your hand in his and he pulled you away from the cluster of people that were out there. You stopped around a corner, eyeing each other. You smiled shyly under his gaze which caused him to grin. You felt your breath hitch again, his smile seemed to light up the darkened corner you were in. 

“So…” he began, his voice, even with that one whispered word, sent shivers down your body. 

“Yeah…” you whispered back.

You don’t know what came over you, but before he could open his mouth to say another word, you had grabbed him and pulled him close. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. All you could think about was him and what you so desperately wanted, needed, to do with him. Your hands slid up his strong arms, to his broad shoulders, before tangling in his hair. Your fingers tugging slightly on the dark chestnut locks. 

With a small grunt, you felt him take a step forward, causing you to bump against the wall. His large hands on your back, sliding down to your hips, before reaching around and grabbing your ass. You let out a small gasp, and he shushed you, before biting you lightly on your neck. You have to bite down on your lower lip to stop another, louder gasp escaping your lips. You had to settle for grinding against him, wanting him more and more.

He bunched up your dress. It was over your knees before he stopped for a second.

“You sure?”

You nod and let out a single, breathy “Yes.” Looking into his eyes to drive home the point. 

You wanted him, right then, right there. Never before had you felt this. Needing no other reassurances, he pushed your dress up over your hips. He trailed his lips from your neck, down to your exposed cleavage, before sinking to his knees in front of you. You felt him kiss then bite at your stomach, then up one thigh, then the other. When you bucked your hips, you could swear you felt him smirk, before sliding your panties to the side. Then you felt his tongue make contact with your soaking wet core, you had to cover your mouth with your hand, because the sound that would have escaped would have definitely brought attention to you two. 

It was all you can do to keep quiet, as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your upper back was flush against the wall, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as his tongue worked his magic on your pussy. He licked a stripe up your exposed pussy lips before swirling his tongue around your clit. He then began sucking on your sensitive nub, while sliding one finger, then another inside you. Pumping them slowly in and out of your wetness, you hear a soft squelching noise. When did you get this wet? The thought was chased from your mind when you felt him remove his fingers and slip his tongue inside you. 

At the very back of your mind, you were sure someone could hear the light slurping noises he was making, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was his hands on your thighs, his head between your legs, and his mouth and tongue alternating between your pussy and clit. And that pressure building in the pit of your stomach. 

You heard yourself let out a slightly audible “Fuck!” when he wrapped his lips around your clit again and started sucking as he curled his fingers deeper inside you, finding that sensitive area deep inside you. Your legs started shaking as you felt that pressure build into a heat that then spread from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes. If he hadn’t been holding you up, you were sure you would have collapsed on the ground. He held you up as you rode out your orgasm. 

When your breathing evened out, you looked down at him, who was smiling at you from under your dress. You smiled back then stuck your hand out to pull him up. He grabbed your hand with a slight wince, he stood up. 

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Fantastic,” you breathed out, before pulling him against you and kissing him deeply again. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue as he slid his into your mouth.

Your hands were close to undoing his pants when you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N? Y/N where  are you?”

“Shit.” 

“What is it?” he asked you, only half paying attention since his hands were busy pushing your dress back up.

“Someone’s looking for me.”

“Y/N?” It was Ronnie and you could hear her footsteps coming closer to the corner where you were. “Are you out here?”

With a frustrated sigh, he reluctantly pushed himself from you and you both straightened your clothes. Shyly you stepped out of the shadows and around the corner.

“There you are!” Ronnie said, hurrying towards you. “What were you doing back there?”

“I…” you started but didn’t get a chance to finish because she kept talking.

“Listen I saw Jared, I gotta go.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m in no mood to be in the same place as him,” she ranted as she grabbed your arm and began pulling you away.

But your feet were rooted to the spot. “Ronnie, slow down. What’s happening?”

“Y/N, didn’t you hear me? Jared is here…”

“I heard that…”

“And I don’t want to be in the same place as him. Now come on!”

“But I…”

“You’ve been wanting to leave all night, so let’s go!”

She gave your arm one harder yank and you stumbled forward. 

“But…” was all you could say as you looked back at the darkened corner. You saw him standing there, leaning against the wall, watching you be pulled away. You gave him an apologetic look before you let yourself be pulled away.

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A WEEK LATER

“Are you still upset over that guy?” 

You gave your friend a look. “Yes. Yes, I am Veronica!”

“Ouch, okay, I get it. I fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Can’t you forgive me?”

“I already have… I just wish you hadn’t pulled me away before I even got his name.”

Ronnie nodded. “Understood… I still can’t believe you did that before even finding out his name, let alone in public. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You had to admit that it was very out of the ordinary for you. You were more of a wait-til-the-third-date kinda gal. But there was something about him, something you couldn’t shake even still, after a week. You had thought about him everyday (and night) since. The way he had made you felt, was something so unreal, so deep, it still had a grip on you.

Ronnie saw the look on your face, the look you would get lately that meant you were thinking about him. She shook her head. She had never seen you like this before and she wished that she could do something to help you, but she had no idea where to start. 

She led the way down the hall to your office. “So, what do you want to do for lunch?” 

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t know, you decide.”

Ronnie gave you a look and pushed your door open. “Well I was thinking about that place… woah!” 

You looked up at what had caused her to stop talking. There on your desk sat a bouquet of red roses.

“Where did those come from?” she asked you.

“No idea,” you said, as you walked towards your desk. 

 You looked at them and inhaled their sweet perfume. 

“Oh, look at the card,” Ronnie said, and she picked up an envelope and handed it to you.

You opened it and read the short message:

Y/N,

I hope the flowers are a nice surprise. I have to say I had quite a difficult time finding you since you didn’t give me your name, but luckily I heard your friend say it. I did some asking around through the host, and found you through a friend of a friend. I’m hoping that this doesn’t come off as creepy, but I had to find a way to get in contact with you and hopefully see you again. The way you made me feel was something I never felt before. 

So, how about dinner Friday at Gino’s at 6? If you don’t come I’ll understand, but I hope to see you.

-Pedro

“Pedro,” you whispered, as you looked up at Ronnie. “That’s his name.”

“These are from him? Oh my goodness! The man’s got taste,” Ronnie said, glancing at the flowers again with approval. “So what did the note say?”

“He found me through a friend of a friend and wants to meet for dinner on Friday at six.”

“I take it from the look on your face, you’re gonna go.”

All you could do was nod, smile, and sniff at your roses again.

—

Friday after work, you rushed home to change. Your boss had decided to hold a last minute meeting and you were running late. You cursed as you ran back out to your car after a quick shower and change of clothes. It was 5:53 when you got in your car and Gino’s was at least 20 minutes from your place. 

As you drove as fast as the law allowed, you prayed to every single god you had ever heard of to please let Pedro still be there at the restaurant when you got there. You pulled up to the place and spent five minutes driving around to find a spot. Once you got one, you hopped out of your car, straightening your dress and patting at your hair. You glanced down at your phone. It was almost twenty after six. 

“Shit!” you said as you walked as fast as your heels would allow you to the entrance up to the hostess’s stand. 

—

Pedro sat there at his table, silently cursing himself, of course the roses were too much. He probably scared you off. He looked down at the time. 6:16. Maybe you weren’t coming. He pushed his chair back with a sigh and was about to get up, when he took one last glance at the door. 

He saw you rush up to the hostess’s stand. Once again he froze as he felt his heart skip a beat. All conversation around him seemed to go quiet as he heard that rushing sound in his ears again. He couldn’t help but smile while watching you presumably tell the hostess you were looking for him. He stood as she led you to him.

“Thank you,” you said softly to her.

Pedro made his way over to your side of the table and held out your chair for you to sit.

Once he sat back down, the two of you just stared at each other for what seemed like hours, just drinking each other in.

You broke the silence first. “Sorry I was late. Meeting at work ran long.”

“Think nothing of it.”

“I’m glad you’re still here, I thought I had missed you.”

“I didn’t think you’d come,” he confessed.

“There’s nowhere else I'd rather be,” you told him, which caused him to smile, lighting up his face, and, you could swear, the area around you.

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