Being best friends with Chris Evans and venting at him about how every one of your coworker's tells you "You need to get laid. Badly." because you're so wound up and stressed out, and him giving his "suggestion" to help.
You threw back another shot. Chris joined you before letting out a hiss as he slammed the shot glass back on the table.
“I really needed this.” You strained out, your face contorting as the liquor burned at the back of your throat.
“Yeah?” Chris questioned as he refilled your shot. You nodded smiling.
“It’s been a stressful few months. Everything is just crazy right now.”
You licked your lips as you grabbed the shot glass, picking it up before clinking it against his. You threw it back, taking it down much easier this time before setting it back down. You relaxed back against the barstool.
“Well, it is the holidays Y/N.” Chris teased and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that my boss is being a pain in the ass.” You sneered as you dug into the bag of chips on the table. “Especially my co-workers.”
Chris raised an eyebrow at you as you began munching on your snack.
“You mean that group of really loud and obnoxious women I met a few weeks ago?” He looked disgusted and you didn’t blame him.
When you had introduced him to your coworkers, it was like they’ve never seen a man in their entire life. You felt bad as they were trying to grab his attention or trying to feel him up.
“Yeah,” You breathed as you played with the shot glass in your hand. “They have been on my ass about getting laid. They said I need it badly.”
Chris practically choked on his drink making you give him a look of confusion.
He shook his head, setting his brew back down. “Nothing.”
You furrowed your brow, a smirk plastering itself on your face. “Uhuh.” You said before grabbing one of the beers from the table.
“You’re still on the dry spell?”
It was your turn to choke on your drink. You coughed into your hand as you set your drink on the table. Chris patted your back, you waved him off. “Excuse me?” You asked him exasperated.
He shrugged. “I thought you were seeing that guy,” He snaps his fingers, scrunching his face together. “What was his name again?”
“You mean Darren?” You asked and he nodded making you scoff. “That guy was shit in bed.”
“As opposed to?” Chris raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a teasing tone.
You shrugged before taking a sip of your brew. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything.”
“Well,” He clasped his fingers together. “Neither have I.”
You raised your eyebrow at his words and he just shrugged.
“No way.” You scoffed, teasing him. “I call BS.”
He shrugged, the corner of his lips turning into a deep frown. “Fine don’t believe me.”
You tapped your foot on the bar as you looked him up and down. You bit your lip in thought as an idea came to your head.
You both were panting heavily as Chris pressed you against the wall of his apartment. Your legs were wrapped around his waist. Your pants had been long gone, along with your panties, your shirt was practically ripped open and your bra had been lazily pulled down, resting under your breasts.
Your fingers tangled in his now messy blonde locks. His lips were pressed against yours as he shimmied out of his jeans and boxers, rolling a condom down his now straining length. His plaid shirt had been tugged open, buttons now scattered his apartment floor but neither of you cared.
“God, you’re so sexy.” Chris breathed as he broke the kiss to press kisses to your neck. You gasped as he bit down on the soft flesh.
“Fuck, please Chris.” You whimpered as you felt him rub the tip against your entrance.
“I know baby.” He whispered, one of his hands going from the back of your thighs to his cock, gripping it at the base, lining it up, before pushing in. You let out a silent moan, your eyes shutting as you gave into the feeling of him stretching you.
“God, it has been a while huh?” He breathed a laugh and you smiled gently.
“Shut up you dork.” You cupped his face, pressing your lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss as he began moving slowly, giving you time to adjust. You broke the kiss to let out a cry as the head of his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot.
“Shit.” He hissed. “You’re already squeezing the shit out of me.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him take control as he gripped your thighs firmly.
“I bet your co-workers would be pissed if they found I fucked you huh?” He breathed as he buried his face into your neck, as he began a rough pace.
You bit your lip, a smile appearing on your lips before letting out a moan.