#afbhbratchallenge

If you weren’t so deep in your feelings, you’d be excited but instead you just grimace and groan walking into your office.

Sure.

You text back, dropping your depressed body in your desk chair and your phone on your desk, turning to look out the windows. Not your usual response to a text like that he’s probably sitting on set or wherever, freaking out about the tone of your text. For whatever reason, he refuses to let you go but also, for whatever reason, the two of you could never be public. It’s so fucking stupid and exhausting.

You met Chris at an All White party you didn’t even want to be at but Issa begged you to go with her. Free champagne all night also swayed you to join in on the fun. You didn’t even think he’d be at that kind of party. Not necessarily out of place but visible...he can’t help that. Sitting at your assigned seat, you sip your champagne and watch him look dumb cute in a cream linen shirt flowing around his waist and khaki shorts rolled up his muscular thighs. White Forces on his feet. Hair perfectly sculpted back and beard perfectly lined. Bobbing his head and moving his shoulder to the music. You tried to be less obvious about checking him out but your eyes kept meeting his over heads of the party. He didn’t properly speak until you were standing at a bar looking for another glass of champagne.

“Here.” He offered with that sweet grin of his. A shock of electricity burning your fingertips when they barely grazed his as you took the flute from him.

“Oh! Uh, thanks.”

“Never seen you around. What do you do?” Chris nibbled back a smirk as his vivid blue eyes fell down your white strapless sundress making your pretty milk chocolate skin really glow. It was the only white article of clothing in your closet and somehow, it’s lured an interested Chris Evans over. This dress will go down in history.

“I’m a writer. So really, I’m always hulled up in a hole in front of a laptop.” You returned a smirk back to him before tipping the flute back on your luscious bottom lip.

“Ah, well that explains it then.” Chris almost licked his own plump bottom lip as he watched you lick the champagne of yours. “You’re way too pretty to be held up in a room writing your life away.”

Your eyes roll on their own when any man is trying to put the moves on you. Whether it’s an absolute stranger or fuckin Chris Evans. Status or money doesn’t change the fact that dudes are full of shit.

“Isn’t there some A-list actress you should be feeding this energy too?” You muttered turning to walk away from that pretty ass face of his. You didn’t have time for this just for it to go absolutely nowhere.

“If there was then I’d be doing so.” He laughed following you across the room. Turning your head ever so slightly towards your left shoulder, you grinned, enjoying the fact that Chris Evans was chasing you down at a party.

“So, what, since I’m a nobody I’m the one?” You called back over your shoulder, leading him away from the party to some disclosed dimly lit hallway no one occupied.

“Can’t lie...it adds on to the intrigue.” Catching up to you, Chris grabbed you by the elbow and backed you into the darkness of a nearby wall, eyes shaded by his long lashes, “what, just because I’m famous you don’t want to talk to me?”

His warm cologne disoriented you but no matter how jarring his closeness was, you for sure felt his hardening dick against your thigh. And he knew you did, beating his lustful stare down on your burning face. Resting a hand on the wall, caging you in, Chris dipped his head down even closer. Tips of noses barely touched. His breaths gently falling on your parted lips. There’s too much power behind this one man. He had you ready to say yes to anything from this angle. But you didn’t want him to get it so easily even though he was so dangerously close.

“What? You’re famous?” You joked behind a confused frown but instead of Chris laughing, he kissed you. And it knocked your hard to get self on your ass.

Things were so dope the first seven months. Practically living in your lap, Chris was around as much as he could be but his fans almost figuring out a few times that he was seeing someone made him panic.

“I don’t want social media and gossip columns to ruin us.”

It was his wack publicist offered up the suggestion of him publicly dating someone to keep the crazies off his back. And you knew it was fucked from the moment it was mention.

“Seems like it’s too late for that Chris.”

So when he started dating a blonde hair, blue eyed counterpart for the cameras, all you could do was sit back and watch. He did everything he could to keep you pacified and happy; flowers, trips, and dinners at your place but within limits. He had an image to keep up after all. She’s supposed to only be around for red carpets, Hollywood parties, and whatever else while you sat on the sidelines. Can’t lie at first it didn’t bother you much; the idea of cameras flashing in your face like that turned you off but your jealousy grew with the hype. They indeed looked good together, you couldn’t deny that. And everyone was jumping on their bandwagon.

“Pretty...” Chris sings when he comes through the front door of your apartment, all grinning and warm as he walks up behind you pouring yourself a glass of wine. “How was your day?” He purrs burying his bearded chin into the nape of your neck with a pleasant smile. He’d been dying to smell you all day. He missed you, hell, you missed the shit out of him but you weren’t in the mood.

Setting the bottle back down on the counter you clip, “fine.”

His arms wrapping around your waist stop out of concern. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

“Well,” Shrugging indifferently, you turn to face him, resting the small of your back against the edge of the counter, “I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”

His eyebrows burrow but he doesn’t change his position. “Is everything okay?”

“Just another day.” Grabbing your wine off the counter you successfully push past him, colliding shoulders in the process. “How was your day?”

You don’t want to know. Hell, you already do, because you had already been on Instagram and saw the stupid pic of the two of them sitting side by side at a Dodgers game. Chris groans at the question, realizing he failed to mention to you that was on the agenda for the day.

“Oh fuck. Baby...”

You toss a dismissive hand walking into your living room drinking your wine. “Bro, fuck your ‘baby’.”

“YN, seriously, I’m sorry. I—I meant to text you but...”

“Mmm...let me guess, ‘I forgot’ or ‘we were too busy talking’ or ‘I got too caught up watching the game’ blah, blah, blah. Like I said,” before you sit on the couch, you turn to face him dragging his feet behind you, “just another day.”

Chris relinquishes another groan, this one longer as you plop down on your sofa. Leaning over the back of it, he goes to kiss your cheek. “Please don’t be mad at me. I hate when you’re mad at me.”

But you are two steps ahead of him dodging his advances. “Then stop giving me reasons to be mad at you stupid.”

Like the frat boy he is or was, Chris jumps over the back of the sofa and lands, somehow, softly beside you in the plush cushions. Ready to beg for your forgiveness.

“YN, honey, I swear I meant to—,”

Hand in his face, you cut him off. “A text isn’t hard.”

Chris exhales loudly through his nose. He really hated when you were mad at him. There’s no getting through to you, not when it comes to this situation. He didn’t know how else to deal with it, and he’s losing you. He sees it more on your face everyday with every headline or picture that gets plastered online. Watching you sip your wine, your eyes are tired, your eyebrows scrunched up and frustrated. Chris used to make you smile like crazy but as of lately...

Scooting closer to you, he drapes a muscular arm along the sofa. “I’m sorry babe. For real I am,” Chris whispers in your ear, soothing the beast raging inside of you, “I miss you. Don’t you miss me too?”

Eyes roll. Deep breath because damn Chris’ voice does something to your insides.

“Of course I do.” You say calmly, some of the edge removed from your tone. Another sip of wine to quiet your blooming warmth in the pit of your stomach. Chris aware it’s working he keeps trying to woo you.

“Don’t you, uh...” purring softly, he starts playing in your hair, fiddling with your strands between the pads of his fingers, pressing his weight against you. “Don’t you want me to show you how much I miss you?”

Sighing, you face Chris with a slightly annoyed smirk but your heart is pounding. That’s always his go to. “Let me touch you...c’mon baby let me show you how much I missed you...how much I love you...” Does he really deserve it? Your warming middle begs the question: does it matter? You should stop being so mean and take what you can get.

Raising a brow, you ask, “Really Chris?”

He shrugs with a silly grin sliding off the couch to fall on his knees. His eyebrows wiggling as he takes the wine glass from your hand, setting it down behind him. Then sliding his hands up your thighs, his fingers slipping under your shorts brush your bikini line. Your breath hitches just a bit. Fucker. Hearing you react has Chris smiling up at you smiling down at him. This is how he wins your over. He knows it’s the best way to get you to settle down. If he wasn’t so fuckin good at it...

“Yes baby. You deserve it.” He softly kisses your kneecap as he grips the waistband of your shorts. “I’m really sorry babe. Let me make you smile,” another kiss on your inner thigh has you slouching down some, ”make you happy,” Chris biting at your fleshy skin hitches your hips up with a gasp, using the moment to pull your shorts down, “Please let me show you how sorry I am.” Chris snatches your hips and yanks you down to the edge of the seat. You grin with a grunt behind his strength. His warm breath heating up your moistening folds.

“Don’t you think I’m tired of this being your way of apologizing?” You ask with a sigh, slotting your fingers through his hair. Can’t help but adore that handsome face nearing your exposed pussy. His eyelids fluttering close as his lips part with a inaudible sigh.

“No,” the tip of his tongue moisten his lips desperate to taste you. He’s missed it so much. “You love it just as much as I do.” He coos planting a dainty peck right on your tingling clit which makes you softly moan. The tip of his index finger barely grazing between your folds. “Besides, she betrays you every single time.” Chris kisses at your clit again, deepening his touch. Your fingers lock in his hair, your hips rock into his hand and mouth.

“Thought you were supposed to be apologizing...” a whimper breaks from your throat at the feeling of Chris lapping at your slit, “and not being a fuckin tease.”

A laugh hits your pussy as he dips his flat tongue down over your clit into your folds, wiggling it in between them for it to fit. Pulling on his hair, you moan out his name, deeply focused on the tip of his tongue tickling your dripping opening. Locking his whole wide mouth onto you, Chris gaudily sucks your juices up then smacks his lips once he pulls away.

“Oh I’m working on it baby.” He whispers circling a finger around your pulsating clit, enjoying the sounds of your mewls and sighs. “Don’t get mean...”

You buck and jerk and moan as he toys with you, gently stroking your pussy with his fingers and kissing and tonguing your sensitive clit. His favorite way of breaking you down and making you all soft and sweet. So determined to make you be nice to him but it’s not going to be that easy...not today.

You yank on his hair as a warning, tired of his mouth. If Chris really wanted to get on your good side, he better get to it.

“Shutup and get to work stupid...make me forget...”

It’s been a few days since you’d heard from him. Chris took his time apologizing to you that day, and spent several days living in your lap just to see you smile and giggle. The sound of your voice and your laughs always made his heart flutter. Those days were good to the two of you, reminded you of the early days. Which made it even harder when he had to say bye. Chris leaving just put you right back in your shitty mood, back to entertaining the idea of breaking things off with him. And he could feel it in your frigid hug and kiss before he left. Doing even more to keep you happy, keeping promises and updating you like he should.

Although you’re super busy dealing with scripts and meetings, the persistent gnawing that exists in the back of your mind is mildly humming. Time apart is now working against him. You wanted to forget him just so you could exist in peace, to get rid of all the shitty thoughts circulating. Issa was just about tired of your solemn face and was determined to get you out.

“Bitch, it’s time to get you a new nigga.”

Tapping your pen on a stack of scripts, you smirk hearing her while thinking about Chris smiling between your thighs. It’s your tenth time hearing her say it and you’re starting to believe it. Why are you the one who has to wait around for him?

“There’s a party tonight that I’m already on the list for. Be my plus one. Let’s hoe out tonight.”

Envisioning Chris walking away from you the last time has you saying some foreign words. “Yeah okay.”

Issa sits up startled in one of your office chairs. “Yes?!” She beams bouncing up and down in her seat as you chuckle, placing your pen down on your desk. “Did you just say yes?!” She shouts again.

Leaning back in your desk chair with a roll of your eyes you laugh, “Yes, yes Issa. Let’s do it.”

She shoots up from her chair, tapping away on her phone, heading for your door, ordering you over her shoulder, “wear your hottest outfit. And I mean hottest bitch. I’ll have a car come pick you up around nine. Maybe we should have pre-party drinks so never mind, I’ll just come through. Be ready for a dope ass night girl...”

You snicker watching Issa walk out, hyper-focused on preparing for the evening while you pondered about how you’d look for tonight. What kind of party could it be. Who would be there and who you could potentially hit on. All future scenarios on play in your brain’s got you biting back a flirty smirk. You’d love to get snapped with someone like Sebastian Stan, being all close and flirty just to make Chris be jealous for once. That’s definitely on the docket for the night.

After too many tequila shots and a joint with Issa, the two of you setting out for the night, cheeks buzzing with giggles. So feeling yourself and mad seductive in this black zipper dress and heeled booties, you couldn’t wait to catch someone’s eye tonight.

“You are clearly on a mission tonight and I am feeling it!” Issa squealed when you opened the door to present yourself.

“You said hottest outfit.” You smirk, kicking your foot up and posing along the door.

She couldn’t shut up about it. Hyping you up so much that when you two walked in, you strutted your ass off beside Issa. Flipping your silk pressed hair over your shoulder with a flirty smirk for the cameras. Your heart pounding as you notice certain celebs looking your way. Their stares and lingering eyes only fueled your ego.

“Okay, okay. So they peepin, they peepin!” Issa giggles and bites at her straw once you two get a drink at the bar. “Operation: Get You a New Nigga is right on track. Bet.”

All you can do laugh and shake your head at Issa’s excitement, scoping out the potential for the night. Catching the eyes of a few guys you never thought would check you out wow. Making eyes back with a few of them to let them know what’s up, out of nowhere, a familiar pair of vivid blue eyes invade your vision, causing you to jump and almost toss your drink out of your glass.

Chris couldn’t believe that you’re here, looking like that, making eyes at Seb for a moment there before he urgently stepped into your eye line with an annoyed glare. Fuck, you look dumb hot. Chris couldn’t take his eyes off your legs so long and smooth, stretched out in front of you and crossed at the ankles. Inviting all the men to gawk and stare at you. Especially his buddy Seb, who stepped to stand beside Chris, biting down on his lip at you.

“Shit, who is that? Do you know her?” Sebastian growls under his breath. Chris’ breath quickens, his skin flushing pink at the sound of his voice so low and raspy in his ear. He couldn’t be mad at Seb, he has no clue of you guys’ relationship but still, it stirs him the fuck up. You tear your eyes away from Chris to look back at Seb, flicking a nod in his direction with that curly smitten smirk Chris loves. His fists are tight at his sides.

Clearing his throat of the poison festering there, Chris snaps at Sebastian, “No, of course not.”

God the look on Chris’ face has you LIVING right now. But the look on Seb’s face really fuels you to act up even more. Issa peepin the vibe across the room between the two of you has her buzzin, murmuring in your ear,

“Yes bitch. Let’s go. I see it and I fuckin love it.”

Good lord Issa wasn’t helping, really winding you up with all her encouraging words. Could you get Sebastian to come over to you? The way his smoldering crystal blue eyes ate you up posted up on the bar convinces you. Chris’ glare burning a hole into the side of your face. It only makes your sleazy grin creep further over your cheeks.

“You sure you don’t know her? Because I’m not sure which one of us she’s looking at...but damn, she’s sexy as hell.” Seb croons over to Chris, smacking his lips after a sip of his drink. Chris’ bitterness motivated him to spill the beans to push his best friend off your scent but just as he’s about to open his mouth to be petty, his date for the evening appears on his left, locking her elbow with Chris’. Real shit, for a moment, he forgot she even came with him. The sight of you killin it in that dress, lookin so sexy and devious knocked any recollection of her being at the party. His heart stopped the moment you stood up straight off the edge of then bar, narrowing your eyes at the two of them. Shit.

And of course she’s here and, of course, the asshole didn’t even mention it to you. Looking all coupley in front of you puts your intentions on a thousand. Seb is yours for the taking. Fuck his feelings. You toss the rest of your drink back before slamming it down on the bar behind you, super determined to get Seb to come to you. He hasn’t stopped looking at you while talking over to Chris who is livid. You could see it from across the room.

“Alright. I got this.” You grumble over to Issa, trying to keep your focus on Seb’s sexy ass smile and not the two idiots beside him. “I got a plan but I need your eyes Iss. You got me?”

Issa smirks behind her champagne flute, keeping her eyes on Sebastian for you. “Oh yeah. I got you girl. Let’s fuckin go.”

If it wasn’t for her standing by your side, pumping you up, you would have marched right over to Chris and lost your shit. Let’s hope this works. First, you need to give him a little show. Biting your lip with a wink, you soothe your hands down over your curves as you turn to face the bar, poking your ass out as you lean over it acting like you’re waiting to order another drink. Your dress clinging so tight over your ass cheeks and hips. Issa snickers into her glass, watching Seb place a hand on his chest with a silent oof.

“Oh shit. He’s peepin hella hard now.” Issa narrates but you feel not only one pair of lusty blue eyes on your backside but two. “But damn, why is Chris Evans lookin so pissed off like that?! Oh! Wait! Shit, shit he’s heading this way. He coooomin biiiiitch,” she damn near sings shimmying her shoulders, “Damn! Sebastian is looking like he wants to eat your ass for a late night snack bitch. Want me to go?”

A bartender still hasn’t waited on you, which is perfect. Your blood pumping so hard in your veins, anticipating Seb’s warm voice in your ear soon. You could almost do a little dance yourself, knowing Chris is squirming watching his best bud come put the moves on his girl really revved you up.

“When he gets here, yeah.” You turn your chin a little towards her, your cheeks warming up feeling him approach.

“Shiiiiii, well I’m out then. Keep me posted.”

As Sebastian gets closer, Issa spins away and heads out into the party. His scent overwhelming you as he slips in beside you where Issa once stood.

“Need a refill gorgeous?” Sebastian’s voice is just...sinful. Slowly turning to face him, you smile and bat your eyelashes all innocently. Putting on for him, you lace your words with sugar and honey.

“Yes, please. Seems like a girl can’t get any attention tonight.”

A part of you wishes Chris could hear how sweet you are with Seb, a polar opposite of how you treated him the first time he approached you. It would positively make him sick with jealousy. Sebastian can’t wipe that curly smile off his handsome face or keep his devious eyes off your slim thick body as he motions for a bartender that magically appears the minute his finger is up in the air. Impressed you lift your eyebrow.

“Two of whatever the lady is drinking.” Sebastian calls over to the impatient bartender.

“Bulleit Rye. Neat.” You announce entirely hypnotized by his intense eyes drowning deep into yours. Your chest and cheeks so flustered you weren’t prepared for the level of sexiness he exudes in real life. You might be in over your head some but fuck it. Dressed in all black, standing near each other like this you both look up to no good.

“Damn...love me a girl who knows her whisky.” He compliments, the corners of his lips arching further up his scruffy cheek.

“I always know what I want...and I go for it with zero hesitation...”

Your drinks are placed between the two of you locked in an aroused stare off. How wrong would it be to kiss that long snarky grin of his? You couldn’t help but imagine. This was going better than you imagined in your office this morning. After a bit, Sebastian scoops up the drinks and signals for you to follow him with that dastardly smile no woman could resist. Your phone’s vibrating like crazy in your clutch resting beneath your folded arm. Almost snickering at how often it alerts a text or whatever it can only be him or maybe Issa. But you really hope it’s him somewhere losing his shit while you follow Seb and his cool ass walk to a private seating area just for the two of you. Adding extra umph to your strut, you’re begging for a fuming Chris Evans to be watching from a hidden spot in the crowd with his fake girlfriend concerned on his arm.

Indeed, Chris is panicked, freaking out when he lost sight of you and his best friend in the venue. He knows him. He definitely knows you. And the way you two were blatantly eye fucking each other across these room in front of him, anything was bound to happen. Twitching and fidgeting, he really wants to set out to look for you guys but he couldn’t with her with him. Tempted to shove her in an Uber so he could run interference. Of course you’re not going to look at your phone, out here proving an ultimate secret point that only he’s aware of.

“Chris, what’s wrong? You look like you’re going to throw up.” She asks him in a small worried voice, looking at him breaking his neck to find the two of you but Sebastian made sure you guys were tucked away no one could interrupt.

Lazily sweeping his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh crossed closely to his crossed legs towards you, Sebastian’s laying his charm on thick, drowning you in his sweet molasses tone, letting his accent slip on occasion. Your hand cradling your head you let Seb go on and on about whatever, giggling and drowning in his heat. Yeah you were definitely off the deep end, insanely swept away in every little thing about him. The way his dark blue eyes would dart all over your body when you talked. How your knee kept rubbing harder against his the more he teased your thigh with soft touches. The way you blushed and your smile stretched across your face the moment he hit you with some Romanian. Fuck. This plan’s starting to turn on you a bit. Breaths weighted, lips inching closer and closer the more he speaks about whatever the fuck he’s saying because let’s be honest, you stopped listening the second you felt his hot whisky riddled breath pat against parted lips just dying to taste him. Fuck...you really shouldn’t but...he’s right fuckin there...

And so is Chris, finally finding you two after he shoved her in an Uber like he knew he would the moment he saw you in that fuckin dress he’s never even seen before. The sight of you two almost kissing, Sebastian’s hand sliding up your ass cheek, knocks all the wind out of him. Now he might throw up. But like a bolt of lightning struck down your spine, you violently push yourself away, and snap your head to see Chris damn near doubled over, pale and distraught. Fuck.

Gasping, you stop Seb’s hand from grabbing a chunk, halting his advances with your fingers against his pouty lips.

“Um, shit, fuck, um...I gotta go to the bathroom right quick. Don’t move.” You flash the most awkward, busted smile at him before you throw yourself off the couch and fly towards Chris, burning red, discreetly motioning him to follow you. God fuck, did you wish that to happen because you sure felt like it and a part of you felt so shitty about it. But a larger part of you is still in your feelings about them. No telling where this fight’s going to go.

“Are you fuckin serious?!” Chris shout-whispers through clenched teeth, backing you into a wall of a empty hallway. “Sebastian. Really. Do you know how fucked up you’re being.”

You inhale sharply, keeping a stone cold look on your face, riding in on your own fury into this. Faces so close you two didn’t know whether to kiss or big face one another. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about Chris.”

Scoffing, damn near shouting fuck, Chris shoves himself away from you, fists clenched again, grunting to himself. “Don’t. Don’t YN.” He warns turning to face you again. “Don’t fuckin do that bullshit.”

Now you’re charging at his statuesque body. He looked damn good too in this cognac sweater hugging each ripple on his muscular frame. “Remember all that shit you just said a fuckin few days ago in my fuckin face? All those stupid shitty empty ass promises you just keep fuckin failing?! Hm?! ‘I’m gonna get better baby I promise. No more slip ups I got you baby.’” You mock in a whiny voice, flailing your arms around, shoving at those thick shoulders of his until he hit the adjacent wall. Shooting daggers down on you going off on him. “God you’re so fuckin full of shit. You’re here with her! And once again, you failed to tell me! What the fuck Evans?!”

Huffing silently to himself, Chris watches you pace back and forth in the dress he wanted to rip off you through anger fueled squinted eyes.

“You...just almost kissed...my fuckin...best friend YN WHAT THE FUCK.” He almost shouts but checks himself, quickly calming himself. Shrugging your shoulders with a defeated sigh, you know you’re going to regret the words as you say them,

“Almost. But, don’t worry your pretty little head babe.” Slowly approaching his still huffing body, you tap a nail under his chin. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t out do you.” You weren’t even going to go home with Sebastian so you don’t even know why you said the words but fuck it. If you were going to be done, let be done in a roaring blaze. Even though Chris knew you were full of shit, didn’t make the words hurt any less. He knew what you were doing...he just wish you didn’t let it go down like this. You could see the hurt in those crystal blue eyes, shattering as they watch you walk away and say over your shoulder, “better get back to your girl.”

You didn’t go back to Sebastian. You didn’t go back to Issa. You just went home and text her saying that you dipped out because you didn’t feel well. It wasn’t a lie. Your head’s swimming, unsure what the hell just happened. What did you just do? That question floated around your empty head for days until the announcement that you’ll be heading to NYC for a production meeting slammed you back into reality. Fine, you needed a distraction. You hadn’t heard from Chris since you left him there broken in that dark hallway. Yeah you were done but you didn’t want to be done like that. But it was too late for that. You made your bed. Besides diving into work was the only thing keeping your feet moving forward. If you stopped, there’s no telling what you might do. You couldn’t help but miss him but you burned that bridge. Even across the country the question still circled. What did you do? What did you do?

Brain on autopilot, you barely enjoyed being away. Your personal cell off the entire trip you only focus on the show and all the things that need to be done before you’re back on a plane heading home again. To no one. Not even him. Stepping out of LAX into the searing California sun, you dig your phone out, deciding to reconnect to a world you’ve been ignoring since you left.

Just as you’re about to drop it back in your bag, a slew of chimes has you urgently looking back at the screen stunned. Missed texts and calls from Issa. Over ten voicemails. But not one notification from Chris. As all the texts come in, your brain can’t even process what she’s trying to say. From “BITCH OMG WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?!” To “CALL ME ASAP!!!!” You couldn’t figure out the panic until you see a link, a headline she sent directly to you.

EVANS PUBLICLY DUMPS GIRLFRIEND, SAYS HE’S BEEN LIVING A LIE.

A lie?! When did this shit happen?! But then, the photo...you and Chris cozied up on the balcony of your apartment, made to look like a pap shot. Maybe it is a pap shot?! Fuck talkin to Issa. You had to talk to Chris.

“Yeah...”

For someone who just blew his very public Hollywood image for a no name writer, you thought he’d be a little more excited to hear from you. Where do you even start? Hey sorry I’m an asshole? Hey why did you wait until now to make our love a public statement?

“...hey. Um...I just got back into town and I’m...I’m seeing the things...”

“Mmmhmm...” Chris hums into the receiver but doesn’t say much else, leaving you standing awkwardly on the curb wondering one thing:

“Can I come over? I really want to see you. I need to see you...now...”

The uber ride to his place wrecked your nerves. You hadn’t been back there in quite some time now but this time going there seemed dire. Make or break. The image of him the last time you saw him filled the back of your eyes, sending a sharp pain through your chest as you nervously chewed at your nail. God you are an asshole. For him to do all of this...for you? For him? What does it mean? Your ride stops.

Opening the door, Chris takes your bags and you in his strong arms, holding you silently for a bit before releasing you and closing the door behind him.

“Dodger?” You didn’t know what else to say so might as well mention the cutest pup you’ve ever met. Chris sighs a chuckle as you follow him into the living room.

“With Scott. Come on. I’ll put your stuff in my room.”

Okay. So that’s a pretty good sign. Your stuff going into his room means he’s not necessarily putting you out any time soon. His flat screen on a baseball game, a few beer bottles sat on his coffee table. Typical Chris. Another decent sign. Rubbing your sweaty palms on your jeans you pick up the coolest bottle and take a swig to relieve your excessively dry throat.

“So,” he announces his return, startling you to face him looking all good considering the shit show the past week has been. Stopping behind his couch, leaving an ample amount of space between you two, Chris stares you down looking all anxious and cute. “You saw.”

Nervously you nod, bringing your nail back to your lips but retracting remembering Chris hates when you do that. “Uh yeah...but why?” You’re afraid to ask.

Chris looks down at his feet and shrugs. “Honestly? Sebastian hasn’t shut up about you since that night so...I had to do something.”

Damn, that’s insane to hear. Almost made you grin but now is clearly not the time. But to leave a lasting impression on Sebastian...? It didn’t matter anyway. You know your heart belongs to Evans. Couldn’t deny it even if a gun was pointed at your head.

“Even after everything I said? That I did?” You have to lock your fingers behind your back from anxiously gnawing on them, looking up at him with sheepish eyes. Chris barks a laugh, shaking his head walking to the sofa to stretch them long buff arms along it, staring at you with this look you’d never seen before.

“Oh no. No, it’s not gonna be that easy baby. I expect some apologizing...some graveling even.”

Never seen him look so sick but sexy before. Never heard him ask you to gravel but you’re willing to do anything to make up how much of a brat you had been that night you almost kissed Seb. Closing in on that sick smirk of his, you kneel on the couch cushion before him, ready to say just about anything for his forgiveness...that could lead up to your punishment. Chris doesn’t pull away from you lining your eyes with his, allowing his familiar smell to envelop you. You breathe it in so deeply into your lungs.

“I’m so sorry baby...” your words hushed but serious, “for pushing the line like that. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”

“Mmm...I wanna believe you babe...” Chris croons, standing away from you. “But I know you’re lying.”

You twitch a frown up at his smirk. “What? That’s not true. I admit, I wanted to push your buttons, make you jealous but almost kissing Seb...” Listening to you Chris circles around the sofa and you follow, still pleading your case on your knees. His big firm hand dragging over the edge as he strut his way around. “...that was me being selfish and stupid. I knew that it was wrong but I didn’t care I was so mad at you. So tired of feeling left out.”

Tsking at you as he takes a seat next to you on the sofa, he snatches you by the jaw. “You were being impatient...and fuckin brat baby. Say it.”

You don’t even hesitate behind his hold, that cold glare, whimpering, “I was being impatient and a brat.” You echo and Chris releases his grip, grazes the edge of his thumb under your bottom lip.

“I know I was fucking up okay? And I meant every sorry I gave you, fucked into you.” Pinching your chin Chris draws you closer to his pretty pink lips. “It wasn’t a game. I was seriously struggling...all I ever wanted was you babe.”

“So you had all of this planned?” You whimper, caressing the tip of your nose against his. The tip of your tongue grazing the edge of his upper lip.

“Of course.” Chris pecks you sweetly while bracing your cheek, “I told you...I was going to handle it. I couldn’t do another day in that bullshit.”

Chris sounds so vulnerable you practically fall onto his mouth, slipping an eager tongue to taste him. You really miss the way he tastes. His big hands lift you into his warm lap, moaning into you, grinding you down onto his hard on.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry babe.” You pant against his lips, rocking your hips back and forth on him. Needing him so badly. All the feelings you’ve been suppressing taking over you. Roughly slotting your shaking hands through his soft hair. You and Chris sighing and whimpering, starving for one another.

“I’m sorry too YN. You’re my girl, fuck...I fuckin love you.”

It’s the first time he’s ever said it and it didn’t startle you. If anything, it made you want to cry.

“Chris.” But he stops you with another mind blowing kiss. Wrapping a tight hold around your waist he lifts you both off the couch to take you to his bed. Lip locked and moaning faintly. Locking your ankles around his right lower back. How dumb could you be to almost let him go like that?

“I mean it baby.” He sighs a breath looking so deep and longing into your eyes. “Forever. You and me.”

The words gutted you but in the best way. Your middle burning for him. Bottoming out your heart your lids well up. “Yeah,” you choke with a smile, “yeah of course Chris.”

Suddenly caught up in a whirlwind of needy sighs and breathy laughs, clothes practically slip off you like water and before you know it, Chris is shoving his hefty cock through your slippery folds with a shaky huff.

“Fuuuuck I missed you YN.” His voice shakes as he sighs his confession, filling you up so deep your back arches off the bed with a low whine. Can’t believe you’ve gone this long without him splitting you open like this. Taking his time with it like he always does but for whatever reason this time has more feeling. More sentiment. You always take every single inch of him with ease. His dick throbbing against your wet walls that suck him in.

“I missed you more Chris.” You desperately moan careening your head back on his covers. Obsessed with the way he makes you feel so full.

“God baby you look so good taking my dick, fuck.” Dragging his big strong hands over your tits down to your stomach to grab ahold of your hips. Admiring the way your pussy lips spread so perfectly around his girth, pulling him back in when he rolls his hips away. “I missed the way you feel, the way you smell. The way you look stretched out and weak beneath me.”

Your pathetic whimper’s your only response as Chris catches his rhythm, pounding the hilt of his cock into your squirting hole.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fu...” Chanting and gasping you fist his covers, losing yourself. Squirming and falling apart. He’s tearing into you like he’s in love with every bit of you. Holding you down into the mattress.

“Yeah that’s right babe. Don’t have shit to say now huh?”

You really don’t. And that’s okay. You’ve done enough, said enough. Besides the way he’s fuckin into you with such passion and gumption, you had no thoughts. Just the head of his dick nudging deep into your spot. You just shake your head no.

“That’s fuckin right. My dick driving you out of your fuckin mind.”

The more he talked to shit, the harder his thrusts got, bouncing you off his pelvis with each hit. Knocking silent moans from your chest.

“You love me baby? Huh?” But you have no voice. Chris huffs a laugh at your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a silent cry. “Love the way I’m fuckin you right now huh?”

“Fuck!” It’s all you could squeeze out of your wound up body, chest so tight you felt like you were going to pass out if you don’t cum soon but you’re so close, choking his dick out that he’s just about to bust with you. Roaring as he digs his fingers deeper into your hip bones, bruising your burnt caramel skin so good.

“Ugh fuckin...fuuuck meee.” He sputters, arms and legs spasming between your shuddering thighs and your heavy gasps. The two of you ready to bust all over each other. “I’m gonna cum—oh fuck...”

You’re the first to break, shouting out, “I fuckin love you Chris!” Crumbling and breaking down, crying as you finally say the words that you’d never thought you’d say to someone like him. And to mean it? Not in this reality...but then again, here you are, being held so close to his beefy body, screaming at the top of your lugs how much you love him as he growls into your clammy neck, stilling out inside of you. Chests heaving, rib cages crashing.

Wiping your tears away, Chris shushes your sobs, kissing at your damp cheeks with a soft smile as you regain consciousness. Your slender arms slack over his rippling shoulders.

“Baby...” he whispers into your round cheeks, nuzzling his sweet handsome face into you, “baby, hey, you okay? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

So lost in the haze of his affection, you nod, whispering back, “I know Chris. I know...please don’t...”

He holds you the rest of the evening, taking turns sleeping and conversing, still confessing your love for one another. Reconnecting and studying each other’s post sex, blissed out, smitten faces. This is all you ever wanted, without all the secrecy and now that it’s out, you guys felt airy and silly. But most of all, this felt right. You never want to leave his arms again.

“So do I live here now?” Sheepishly, you ask playing with the hairs on his forearms and he just laughs gently.

“Part time, sure. If that’s if you want.” He snuggles close pressing his luscious lips to your temple. You can’t bite back the grin stretching over your lips.

“Okay babe. Also...Seb completely off limits or...?”

Partially groaning and laughing, Chris playfully shoves you away before snatching you back, locking you in a grizzly bear hold as you laugh hysterically into his hairy flexed pecs. You couldn’t resist it even though you probably shouldn’t have...but he’s a champ about it.

2 years earlier

After graduating from Spelman, you’d spent 6 years in DC as a congressional staffer for various Georgia representatives and eventually Senator Abrams before she resigned to run for President. 

You’d been raised the only girl child of a prominent Atlanta family, and of course, you were a princess. Apart from being highly intelligent, you had a penchant for pink and designer everything. 

Stacey was the one that called you the ‘Black Elle Woods’ when you first met. You retorted that Elle Woods was the white version of you, and in that moment, you became her ace. No matter how much you loved Stacey, however, you were not cut out for the campaign trail, so you did something new.

You became a Ph.D candidate at Howard University in Political Science, and you were  interviewing various notable figures about the intersection between the entertainment industry and voting rights access.  You watched many celebrities hold sway over public policy, especially voter awareness and voting rights, and you thought that their influence needed to be highlighted.

Chris Evans was in DC to speak to some members of Congress for A Starting Point, and you’d managed to score an interview for your dissertation research through your connection with Scott Evans.  He was a friend of a friend, and Chris agreed to meet you at Emissary in Dupont Circle.

You didn’t particularly perk up when you saw Captain America: The First Avenger ten years ago when you were 17. Even though your friends thought Chris was hot, you just weren’t that into what you saw on screen. From what you’d seen over the years in photos, you did not expect to be impressed.

You arrived at Emissary early and waited, getting annoyed as 5pm came and went. Late people ticked you off. Your time was valuable.

At 5:17, Chris entered the cafe, looking worn and wary. You spotted him immediately and did a double take before he located you. 

He didn’t know what you looked like, and you took the opportunity to check him out.  When he locked eyes with you across the crowded cafe, he seemed to straighten up and a smile brightened up his face.

Your ire evaporated. Holy shit, Chris Evans was hot.

You were quite the sight yourself, in a pink sweater and grey skirt, Manolo heels, and lots of hair piled up on your head. You were standing in the archway into the back room, holding a pink iphone in a bejeweled case with a hot pink Birkin bag on your elbow. 

Could this be his meeting? You weren't the plain academic he’d imagined when he agreed to meet with you. Chris hoped that you were here for him. The look on your face went beyond recognition. You had to be who he was looking for.

He walked over to you and said your name like a question. You smiled at him.  He was done for. 

Your big brown eyes gazed up at him and all he wanted was to have you look at him like that forever. Wow.

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to meet you Mr. Evans.”  You smiled. 

His large hand encased yours and you couldn’t help but notice his thick fingers and strong grip.

Chris’ smile was an experience, from the full flash of teeth to cheeky smirk, and you found out that you were a fan. 

Close up, Chris was even more attractive.  His dark hair and beard shone with red highlights, and his pink, plump lips were perfect as his tongue darted out to wet them.  And his eyes. Holy moly.

“I scored a couch in this more private room, so we can talk. It shouldn’t take more than 30 to 45 minutes.”

“Call me Chris. And you have me as long as you want.” That, along with his sexy ass raised eyebrow, seemed like an invitation.

The timbre of his voice was deeper than you thought it would be in person, and was shaking you to your core. His touch had made the nerves in your spine tingle and you moved carefully, because your knees were weak.

You checked out his grey pinstripe suit as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat beside you. The tailoring was immaculate. He ran his hand through his hair and slung his arm across the back of the couch, stretching his long legs out in front of him, his feet huge in Italian leather shoes. 

He was bigger than you, and feeling tiny beside him was the shit. But you stopped your mind from going there.

He was unwinding from a long day and you had the urge to brush the hair that had fallen into his face out of his eyes.  Those clear blues sparkled at you as you admired him. It was a good thing that you had sworn off pretty boys for Lent.

Chris just smiled while you stared at him and the server arrived. He didn’t know what to think. You looked annoyed, and you were, because your pussy was getting wet. He ordered a beer and you ordered coffee with three cream, no sugar.

“You drinking coffee this late? Isn’t it time to unwind?”  

He peered at you as he took his beer and sipped it.  You sipped your coffee from a blue stoneware cup.  You snuck a peek at the way his jacket strained against his biceps as he took another drink.  

You didn’t dare move your eyes any lower, because ain’t nobody had time for that.  You sat up, spine straight, signaling to yourself to be professional.  You replied to his query. 

“I have miles to go before I sleep, Mr. Evans.  I’ll be up writing for a while yet.”  You smiled tightly as you took another sip of your hot coffee.  Chris shook his head and chuckled at you. “You can call me Chris.” He could fix your attitude. If you’d let him.

You felt it, but you just dug into the interview questions, shaking yourself out of your imaginings.

Three hours later, Chris’s jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up and your heels kicked off and feet tucked beneath you on the couch. You’d ordered some food and two beers yourself.  

The conversation had been top tier. You had some very astute questions, and he offered some valuable insights. 

Chris was almost breathless at the intellectual stimulation. And he found himself unreasonably attracted to you. The fact that your nipples were pointed right at him through your soft blush colored sweater when you sat up on your knees had him silently practicing every prayer he had memorized to keep his eyes appropriately on your face when you spoke.  

And your face was a marvel. Perfection sculpted in bronze, framed with your lush curls. And your voice was so damn cute. 

As he was admiring you, you noticed the time. “Oh, my.  It’s past 9.  I’d set a schedule to draft this interview out tonight.”  You were pained to have to shut this down.

All Chris could do was smile wistfully in response to you ending your time together.  He wanted to talk to you forever. 

When you stood up Chris witnessed the perfection of your ass in the grey pencil skirt. Your heels supported the sexiest ankle, and the most beautiful calf and flash of thigh he’d ever seen through the slit in your skirt. 

He stood up with you, snatching the check away from you when you grabbed it.  He was a good 6 inches taller than you were, even in heels.  You looked up at him through your lashes, batting them up up at him. His heart stopped.

You shook your head, “Mr. Evans. You did me a favor by meeting me.  It’s only right that I pick up the check.”

Chris debated being an ass or letting you pay. For some reason, he wanted to spoil a person he’d known for mere hours. “Call me Chris!” he groaned.  

He was so cute and sexy. You giggled and shook your head no. Somehow he loved your stubbornness.

“I’ll tell you what,” he continued.  “I’ll let you pay if you agree to meet me tomorrow for lunch.”  

“Mr….I mean, Chris. I….”  You could not for your life think of a reason to turn him down. He took advantage of your loss for words.

“We can finish the conversation. It’s for science. Political Science.” You laughed and agreed, setting  up a time to meet and exchanging information. ‘Score,’ thought Chris, silently.

You didn’t try to linger over goodbyes despite what your body was screaming, you just packed up your stuff and tried to keep it moving. You headed out of the cafe, Chris on your heels.

You tried to get your mind right, but you turned around because you’d left your Smythson pen on the table. You couldn’t forget that. It was a graduation gift. But you almost forgot your own name because you bumped right into Chris. A brick wall.  

“Oh! I’m sorry!”

You crashed into his chest and as you put your hands up to brace yourself, you felt how solid his body was. Chris wasn’t Cap anymore, but damn, was he in shape. He brought his hands up to grab your arms to steady you, and you looked into his deep blue eyes as he asked if you were okay and to apologize.

Flustered looked good on you. Chris wanted to be the one to make you flustered, and more. He wanted to protect and ruin you all at the same time. 

You barely heard what he’d said; you were trying to compose yourself. Fuck your feelings. You were not going to fuck Chris Evans.  You had goals, and you were not about to end up on the receiving end of his rumored very big dick. 

You thought. 

You moved around him and walked back to the table as Chris stood still and watched. In that moment, watching you walk away from him, he made a decision.  He couldn't let you get far.

You made the mistake of looking back at him just once, as you went to get your pen. Chris was looking at you as if he owned you already, like he possessed every inch of your body. Your fate was sealed.  

Your body betrayed you as he watched you, and you employed the bend and snap to retrieve your pen, looking back at him over your shoulder.  

Chris allowed himself to go to a fantasy land where you were already his and smiled, licking his lips.  The way you snapped up and returned his stare, looking ready to be bent over the couch by him had him hard and ready to go.

Chris followed you out of the bar and that night, you found out that you had indeed thought wrong. 

The rest was history.

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Now

Chris finished his drink and gathered his bachelor party mates to leave Onyx to travel to the next club. His boys were stoked, thinking he just wanted to get his fill of the sights before the wedding. 

They soon found out the real reason they were club hopping when they walked into the third joint, Diamonds and found your crew. Of course you’d be at Diamonds, it was the swankiest and had the most variety of entertainment. Only the best for you, Chris thought.

Scott shook head at Chris.

“You’re unbelievable,” he concluded, never taking his eyes off the stripper whose ass was in his face. He pulled his boyfriend over, because he had the ones. 

Chris ignored his brother and began to set his plan in motion.

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11 Months Earlier

Your family was a lot. Especially your mother, the renowned heart surgeon, and your older brother, who owned several businesses in Atlanta. Mom was the Queen, Derrick was the Prince, and you were Princess.  You’d made it through relatively unscathed, except for your taste for the finer things. You didn’t get bratty. Much.

Derrick made both of you well aware of his disapproval of your relationship. Chris’s reputation as a fuckboy and the fact that he’d never seen him with a black woman before made your brother think this was just a phase. 

No one would be good enough for his sister, not even THE Chris Evans. But Chris stayed consistent despite that, and proposed with a huge 10 carat pillow princess cut ring in front of your family, after getting a reluctant approval from your mother for your hand in marriage.

Chris insisted on having your friends and family at your destination wedding. Especially your family. He wanted to prove to them that he was good enough for you. You had no doubt that he was.   You may have been your family’s princess, but Chris treated you like a queen. You had faith in him.

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2 weeks earlier

It was 4 o’clock in the morning, two weeks away from your wedding. Chris sped home to Buckhead as fast as his Audi R8 Spyder would take him. He’d done 20 hours on set, filming some critical scenes in his latest project. He was tired and ticked off. 

The fact that this movie was set to film in Atlanta was an influence in Chris accepting this role. You two would be in the same city working for once. It made planning a wedding that much easier.         

You’d scored an Associate Professor position at Clark Atlanta University and were finally writing your book. You were now Dr. Princess. 

You traveled to DC about once a month as a consultant for President Abrams on matters of policy around voting rights and access. It was a good thing CNN was headquartered in the A, because you were a frequent guest on the weekend talk shows.

Although Chris definitely had his stans who felt some kinda way, you had your own.  Chris’ machine was big enough to shield your relationship without it being a secret, and your little army kept it real with his online. 

Chris had just three days filming left. When Chris left this morning, you agreed that you’d both be busy working. No funny business. There were to be no snaps of your ass, no close ups of his mouth, no nip pics, no photos of his crotch, no sexting of any kind. He was playing a priest for pete’s sake.

You agreed to be good. And you were for most of the day.

Until you grew weary of writing and decided to try on some of the goodies you got at your bridal shower. This one set looked so good on you that you decided to wear it to bed.  And then you just had to send him a video of you in it, a hot pink satin nightie with matching headwrap.  

You turned on Janet and danced, the hem hiked up to show off your gorgeous ass and matching satin thong.  Your nipples were hard and straining through the slick material.

“It’s all for you, Mr. Evans…” The camera captured the sensuous movement of your hips in the slinky slip. 

The blood rushed to Chris’ cock as he watched it. Now Father Micheal had a hard on, and Chris had to calm down for the last scene of the night.  His mind kept wandering to you and they had to do five different takes.

He was pissed.

By the time he got to the house, he’d calmed down with the thought that you would become his wife in less than two weeks. He was grinning when he let himself in.

Chris crept in the bedroom and saw you, a vision in hot pink.  The short nightie had ridden up and he could see the thong, which complimented your brown skin. He sighed and adjusted the covers back over you, kissing your forehead before taking a quick shower.  

In just a few minutes, he slipped under the sheets naked, spooning you, and being sure to pull your nightie up so that he could feel your luscious ass against him. He was going to feast on it in the morning.

Tomorrow was a big day. You and your crew were to go to the final dress fitting in New York, and then back to Atlanta the next day for your bachelors/bachelorette festivities. You would leave for St. Lucia next week and be wed a few days later. 

You stirred against him, waking up a little and smiling. 

“Hey, Baby.” You arched your back, wiggled your bottom, and settled in closer to him, sighing and happy that he was in bed with you.

Chirs grabbed your hip and smiled against your neck  “Hey, yourself. Go back to sleep.”  His dick woke up a little bit however, as it was situated perfectly between your satin covered cheeks.  

You tried to go back to sleep, but your heart rate increased as you felt his cock slowly pulse to life. The blood flowing through your veins rendered you totally awake. 

You could tell from the way Chris’ grip on your hip became imperceptibly tighter, how his cock kept growing, and from his measured breathing near your ear that he wasn’t asleep either. You were going to make it easy on him, despite his directive to go back to sleep.

You reached back and grabbed one of your ample cheeks, pulling your panties to the side, and pushed back on him wedging his cock lengthwise into your folds.  

Chris could feel your wetness leaking onto him. He had to close his eyes and open his mouth to breathe, blowing against your neck, which caused you to squirm, pushing him deeper into you. 

His pounding made your nipples hard and a whimper lodge in your throat. You could feel the heated ridge on the head that was aligned with your cunt. It was delicious torture from jump.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.  Go back to sleep, you’re gonna need to rest up for tomorrow.” His hand was definitely tighter on you now, and was definitely going to leave marks. The way his voice broke did things to you.

You grunted softly and started to move for some friction, causing his cock to slide through your folds, gathering your wetness and causing his breath to hitch in your ear. 

“Gat dam it. You never leave well enough alone.”

Boston was evident in his speech as he found your pulse point and started sucking, his hand moving slowly from your hip to your mound. His thick middle finger parted you there, and reached down to gather wetness with which to circle your clit. 

His other hand came under and around to play with your nipple through the satin, slipping and sliding his way through pinches and gropes.

You quickly realized that although you started this, Chris was going to finish it. His way.

“Christopher!”  All pretense was gone as you shuddered in his clutch.  

“Call me Mr. Evans.” His sexy growl and directive made you even wetter.  “What is it, Babe?”

You bit your lip and shook your head.

“No. no.  That won't do.  I need to hear you.”  Chris stopped all movement of his hips and hands. You whined and tried to move, when his hand pressed flat against your pelvis.

“I need. To hear. Your words.”  

You could tell that his teeth were gritted and that shit turned you on.  You felt his dick pulse again and you moved against him, still not speaking.

Chris slapped your clit, and then removed his hand causing you to whine and cry out. But you still didn’t speak.

“Ok. You asked for it.”  

Chris moved to kneel in front of you as he grabbed you, flipped you over like a rag doll and pushed you down on your back. You loved it. You watched his abs contract and the muscles in his thighs and you chose violence. He caught the look on your face. Brattiness personified.

“Or rather, you didn’t.”  He looked angry now, his eyes dark and focused on you.  “All you had to do was ask me nicely, but no. You wanna be treated like a random cockwhore?”  

He grabbed your satin bikini and broke the straps apart on each side, pulling and tossing the ruined garment behind him as he clutched your thighs and pulled them down to meet his knees on the bed.

He looked down at your glistening pussy, smirking at the way that you were wet for him. It was so beautiful, the dark lips glistening in the light from the window. He wanted to kiss them. 

“You like being called a whore? Does it make you cream?”  He looked up at you watching his dick bob, jaw slack from having to pant. He laughed.

“First you were a cock tease with that video you sent me earlier and now you’re being a filthy whore for my dick. Look at you staring. You want it?” 

You nodded. His eyes flashed and he grabbed you by the neck.

“I swear I'll have you begging before I’m through with you.” 

He squeezed your neck as he pushed into you, no warning, no preparation.  Damn, it still felt amazing. You were very wet, yet the stretch of his thick dick was like no other.

Chris looked down as he stroked into you, gradually increasing his pace.

“I’ve been thinking of eating you out all day, worshipping your cunt, making you cum over and over again before I gave you my dick.  But no, you have to make me fuck you like this.”  

His hips sped up, snapping into you at a fevered pace.

“Should I let you cum?”  

He looked up and his blue eyes pierced your soul. You grabbed his hand that was around your throat and he could see your breasts bouncing under the satin. The friction against your hard nipples felt good. 

“Yes, please Mr. Evans, please.”  Your big brown eyes threatened to break him. But he remained strong.

“Oh. Now you wanna speak. Might be too late,” 

Chris grunted and pulled your nightie up to your neck, slapping your nipples lightly. 

“Mr. Evans! Oh my god.”  The stimulation was too much and not enough. 

He looked down at your clit and spat on it, watching his saliva melt on your hot flesh as you shuddered and moaned and as his cock sank in and out of you. It was like watching his dreams. 

He shuddered, then, he relented and used his thumb to bring you to the edge of madness with him. One hand rubbed your clit while the other pulled your nipple, and all the while his cock was pumping away inside you.

But when he could feel that you were close to the edge, he stopped what his hands were doing while his hips kept moving. You gasped, outraged.

“Pleaasseeee let me cum Mr. Evans. I’m sorry, I'm sorry. Please. Please.” Tears were rolling down your face as you begged.

You brought your hands up to your breasts, squeezing your nipples and moaning from the sensation. Chris’s blue eyes were black now and zeroed in on what you were doing. You felt him grow even larger inside you. 

Your eyes got larger too. You tried to use your sweet voice. “Fuck me, please Mr. Evans, sir.” 

Chris’s jaw clenched and you felt him jump inside you. “Did I tell you you could touch my shit?” 

He nodded to your breasts. “Squeeze them harder.” You did as you were told and the stimulation made your pussy spasm around him, sucking him in deeper.

“Unghhhh. Your tits are so gatdamn perfect,” Chris groaned and leaned down to lick and suck them greedily as he stilled and willed himself not to come.  You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as he manhandled your nipples. He suckled them both again, releasing one with a pop to breathe “Fuck” in your ear.

“I should be fucking your tits right now as I feed you my cock.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head. “Ugh. Yes, Mr. Evans.”

That reaction did things to him. He couldn’t help but move a little before he could stop. He leaned up, eyes flashing as he grabbed your neck again. You arching beneath him caused him to start moving again, hooking your knee up with his elbow so that he could dig deeper.

“Yesyesyesyesyes…” your chant was a prayer and an offering. Suddenly, Chris wanted you to cum all over him. He started working your clit again with his thumb. “Give me what I want, baby,” Chris ordered. “Give me that gushy shit.”

And he was hitting that spot, fucking into ferociously now, hitting your cervix. The tension was tight in your belly, the pressure was building as he slid in and out of you, the sounds obscene. He looked you in the eye.

“Do I need to suck it out of you?” 

The memory of the last time he ate you out hit you like a ton of bricks. You came, squirting all over his hand, him, and the bed.

“Yes, baby. Give it to me.” He reveled in the fact that he made you like this, and that he was the first one to teach you that your body could do it. “You’re so gatdamn beautiful.”

Chris came inside you, wishing that your IUD was already removed. The thought of your ass and tits during pregnancy made him spasm one more time, and he emptied everything into you. 

He collapsed on top of you, face buried in your neck and his still semi-hard cock inside your pussy. You smiled and hummed and wrapped your legs around him, rubbing his back and hair while kissing his shoulder.

Chris allowed himself a few seconds of reveling in you before he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “You ok?”

You smiled.  “I’m great. That was amazing.”

Chris chuckled and sighed. “You love getting me worked up don’t you?”

You giggled. “Yes, Mr. Evans.”

Chris groaned and smiled and gingerly pulled out of you, rolling onto his back and tenderly stroking your cheek.

“I can’t wait until you’re Mrs. Evans.” He smiled at you. You melted.

“When are you going to get that shit taken out and have my baby?” He sweet-talked into your ear and you couldn’t deny him. Damn, you were sprung on your future husband. 

“My appointment is the day before we leave for St. Croix.”

You smiled at him, dreaming of your wedding day. 

“’I’ll pick you up from the doctor and we’ll probably get started on that baby in the parking garage.”

“Christopher!”  You were irked when you called him by his full first name.  “We can’t have sex the week before the wedding! Don’t you want our wedding night to be special?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, watched you pout and pulled you over to him. He sighed.

“Our wedding night will be special.  Because you’ll really be mine.” He took in your sassy look. You were so fucking cute. He sighed.  “But if you want to stop, for ....14 days?”

He looked down at you and you up at him. You nodded and he cleared his throat. That was going to be tough. But he’d give you anything you asked for.

“Then, that’s what we’ll do.”

“Thank you, Mr. Evans. “  You kissed his cheek, then he got up, headed for the shower. 

You looked back over your shoulder and caught him staring at your ass.

“Change the sheets, will you?”

Chris rolled his eyes and grunted at you. He got up and decided to change the sheets later. He needed one more go before two weeks of abstinence. At least it would be good motivation for Father Mike.

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The next day you were on the plane to New York to pick up your wedding dress. Chris was missing you already and calling you on his break. You’d decided to spend the week before the wedding at your mother’s to avoid temptation.

“I can’t wait to see you next week at the church.  I’ll meet you at the altar.”  Chris’s voice was just about everything.

“How are you so sure that you are sure, Chris?” 

You chewed your bottom lip. There, you'd said what you were so terrified about. You loved Chris so much and you wanted to be sure that you wouldn’t be hurt. You were a little worried.

If Chris was worried about it, his voice didn’t give it away.  

“I’m confident that I will see you in the church at sunset on our day.  It’s the way I see you in my dreams.”

You melted.  “Okay.  You are good.”  You both laughed.  “That’s some good game.  But you already have me.”  You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

“No game. Just truth.  I’ve dreamt of this almost since we first got together.” 

You were both quiet for a minute. The pilot announced that the plane was going to land.

“I gotta go. Have fun tomorrow with the boys. Don’t stalk me and my crew.”  

“Atlanta is a small big city. You never know what might happen.” Chris had a plan.  “Have fun tonight, Babe.”

You were cheesing hard when you hung up.  As you descended into NYC, you were on cloud nine.

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“No. I got this.  I’m going to pay for it.” You shook your head.

“But Mom, this dress is over $6,000! Chris said that he was paying for everything…”  

Chris’ pride was preventing your mom from footing the bill. But even though you were getting married on a tropical island to a movie star, you still wanted the Princess treatment from your mom.

"It’s the least I can do for my baby girl. And if you’d had a wedding in Atlanta, we would have spent way more than 6k.”

You fell back and let Nancy have her way with a laugh. You loved your mom, and you loved Chris. And he was going to love this dress on you.  You couldn’t help but grin. He would be so happy.

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“What the fuck do you mean, Nancy paid for the dress?” Chris’s anger could be felt all the way from Atlanta.

“Hey, hold on.  What happened to ‘Meet me at the altar?'  Why are you talking to me like that?”  You didn’t like Chris’s tone.

“Your family made it clear that they don’t think I’m good enough for you.  So you shouldn’t have taken their money.  That was stupid thing to do.”  

Chris’ anxiety was getting the better of him, but as soon as he said it, he knew he was fucked.  He was just silent, hoping you didn’t quite hear him.

At this point you were looking at your phone as if it had grown fins and was trying to swim away.  Then you put it back up to your ear.

“Well, maybe you are the one who is too good for me, since I’m so stupid.”

Chris was angry, but he didn’t want to dig the hole any deeper. "I didn't say you were stupid, just that that was a stupid decision.  You should have consulted me."  He said it in a softer tone.

"Oh. I get it, Christopher. I have to ask permission to make decisions, now?" Your anger was hot, yet controlled.  

“I’ll tell you what. The girls and I will go out and have a fucking ball tonight, and I will ship the dress back to New York tomorrow. I won’t be needing it. How's that for a decision?" You were through.

“Don’t threaten me. It’s time out for all that.  I’m not playing your games anymore.  Be on the island next week or I’m done.”  Chris had a feeling of panic, but he masked it with his acting ability.

“You don’t have to play my game, Christopher.  You can waste your time going to St. Lucia next week if you want to. I’m out. The thing is you’re gonna want me back. And I’m not going to be there.”

With that, you ended the call and willed yourself not to cry.

——-

Chris got ready for that night while going insane. He didn’t exactly know what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn’t let you leave his world.  He was just hoping he would find you in time.

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True to your word, you were  turning up at the club.  You were on your fourth drink and well on your way to oblivion. 

You didn’t really know if you were going to send the dress back and not marry Chris, but you didn’t want to think about it.  You just went and got more ones as you watched the strippers dance.

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You were nervous when you went to the private room in Diamonds.  You had never had a lap dance this private before; you wouldn’t know what to do. Nicey, your maid of honor, insisted that it would be fun.  You sat on the couch, trying not to think about what may be on it.

You had too much quiet time, because you were starting to think about Chris.  You put your head in your hands when you realized what you had said and done. You didn’t want to leave Chris. All this was just nerves on both your parts.

“Shit!” 

You said out loud. You pulled out your phone to call him. Then the door opened behind you.

“Who are you calling?”  That voice made you stand up, surprised and happy.

“Chris!”

You squealed and jumped up into his arms, legs around his waist.  He laughed, turned around and sat down on the couch with you on his lap.  Things got serious quickly.

“Ummm.”  You were trying not to move, but the position you were in was making you want to squirm. You pouted for a second and Chris was quick to devour your lips with a kiss.

“Why are you here?  Are you stalking me?” Your voice had come down an octave or two and was husky.

“I was missing my baby. And I want to say I do want you back.” He looked down, his beautiful dark lashes on his cheeks. 

“I'm sorry for getting angry earlier."  He looked at up you like a little boy. 

"I’ve had enough of that. I want to be the man that you deserve. And I love you.  I just wanted to remind you of that.” 

He kissed you again. You ran your fingers through his hair. His fingers cupped your ass on his lap squeezing and rubbing.  When you came up for air, you smiled at him, heart full of joy. 

“Say it again.”

Chris grinned that grin and said, “I love you. And I’ve missed you.” 

“I love you too, baby.  I hope you know that earlier was just my nerves.  I’m sorry I flipped my shit."

Chris was so relieved. He smiled. “It’s okay. I just had to be sure that I was going to see you in St. Lucia.”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”  You smiled and Chris kissed you again.  You felt it in your pussy.

“Fuck!  I want…”  

Your voice trailed off as you remembered that you still had a few days until you would be married. You quickly stood up and moved away from him, but Chris had his gaze locked in on you. He moved toward you, held you and nuzzled your right ear.  

“Mmmmm.  Now, tell me what you want to do.”  His voice was talking straight to your pussy. Your knees buckled. 

“Mr. Evans, I….”

Chris caught you around the waist, his hands slipping under the material of your top. You didn’t want to give in so quickly, but the moan that escaped your lips betrayed you. 

As his hands inched up your torso and his thumbs reached your nipples to the hardening peaks there, you threw your head back.  He attacked your neck with bites and kisses.

“Damn!”  You were all about what he was doing at the moment.

He spoke again.  “Now.  Tell me what you want to do.” He repeated himself. Totally Mr. Evans.

You bit your lip and shook your head.  Your eyes were half open, but full of desire. His eyes looked into your soul as his tongue darted out to moisten his sexy lips.  You wanted that sexy mouth on you.

Chris chuckled.  He was beyond caring about abstaining right now. 

“Ok.  Let me tell you what I want to do. I want to smell you.”  His eyes were boring holes in your soul right now.  You got even wetter when he closed his eyes to imagine your scent. 

“Your smell gets me so high. And it makes me hungry.” He opened his eyes to stare at you again, making your back tingle. 

“I want to eat you out, kiss all of your pussy.  Then, I want to fuck your throat until you lose your voice, and I want to hear you try to scream as I fuck the shit out of you until you come all over my cock.” 

Chris told you all of it matter of factly, his delivery making you feel it in the pit of your stomach and the small of your back.

“Now.  Tell me what YOU want to do…”  You couldn’t focus on just one thing.  What popped out of your mouth was: “I know you want to get me pregnant, but right now I just want to get on my knees and swallow our kids. Make me choke on your cock, Mr. Evans.”

‘Holy shit!”  Chris grabbed for you again, hands everywhere as you pawed at his crotch.  He pulled away to unbutton his pants when you heard someone calling your name.

“Fuuuuck!”  Your heart sank as your crew entered the private room, catching you and Chris almost red-handed.

“Unh-unh bitch!.  Let’s go.” Nicey was insistent. 

You almost cried as they led you away.  Chris' face was priceless as he tried to control himself. You almost ran back to him. But an image of your wedding day sprang to your mind. 

“See you next week.”  The smile you gave to Chris calmed his soul.

“See you next week, Babe.”

And you were whisked away by your people.

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Chris walked out, leaving his boys with the dancers, went home and got in the shower and then to bed with his script, confident that he had his baby back.  

When he heard his phone ding, he smiled, and picked it up, knowing just who it was. 

“Damn,” he said to hiimself. It was a picture of your ass, spread out and ready for him, your juices evident on your thigh and your fingers in your pussy.

“I need you to throw it back on, Mr. Evans….” Chris felt himself get rock hard in a minute. 

Chris pulled on his grey sweats and a t-shirt, with a hoodie on top for you to steal, as he went out into the night to pull up at your mother’s house. 

Mr. Evans needed his Princess. 

Every day.

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“Where are you?”

You looked at your phone, already annoyed. Why the hell was Steve calling you? He knew your schedule. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you replied, “On my way to the store, why?”

“Come home.”

Now, you rolled your eyes as Steve used that Captain America voice on you. “Um, home? I don’t live with you.”

“You know what I meant.”

There was a thread of steel in his voice that you heard over the phone, that “Don’t Mess With Me” attitude. But, you had to poke the bear. 

“Why? What’s so important?”

“I need you.”

Luckily, the light changed to a red light after Steve said that. You contemplated your answer. You could finish doing your errands and then stop by. Or you could stop by, find out what he wanted, and then go about your business. Looking up to the sky quickly, you made a left turn when the light turned green. “Fine, I’ll come by.”

You hung up after that with a slight smirk as you changed directions, going northwest instead of east. The drive itself didn’t take long and you parked, checking to see who else was out and about. Steve wasn’t a nomad anymore but you still kept a keen eye on your surroundings whenever you went to see him. 

Before you could even knock on the door, the door opened and he quickly pulled you in. “The fuck-,” you started to say before your words were swallowed by his lips. Soft yet firm, his kiss turned your intended sass into surrender relatively quickly. Before you knew it, your arms were around his neck, your body pressing into his. You ended the kiss, panting as you felt Steve’s hands all over your ass. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he picked you up effortlessly. 

“I said I needed you,” he rasped, his hands making quick work of your leggings. “Been needing you all day.”

“But-”

Your question was quickly interrupted by a slap on your ass. “Are you going to be good and give me what I need,” Steve asked, arching a brow.

“Ummm…”

“You teased me all night, wet and needy, pressed against me in your sleep,” Steve murmured in your ear as his fingers cupped your tits. “You were even trying to ride my thigh while you slept, my name coming off your lips in your sleep. I wanted to fuck you so bad but I knew you actually had to work today. But your work was over forty-five minutes again and I need that pussy now.”

It was amazing, just amazing how just some words in that voice had you ready to spread your legs for him, on the wall just inside of his house. And he knew it as he pushed your panties to the side, his talented fingers playing with your clit just the way you liked it. “Are you going to be a good girl and give daddy what he needs?”

You bit your lip, rocking your cunt against his fingers. Then you nodded. “Fuck me,” you breathed as one finger fingered you slow, preparing you for his dick.