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A/N: I wrote the same story for Chris and Jensen as I couldn’t choose one. Sorry not sorry. (There is only a slight difference.)
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“Evans,“ you quip, barely sparing the actor a glance. “I hope you’ll be able to handle the lines today.” Chris's eyes narrow and you smile to yourself when he clenches his jaw.
“I think it was you messing the scene up, not me,” he retorts, blue eyes searching your face. He furrows his brows, waits for you to talk back.
“Ya know, it’s not professional of you to blame someone else for your failure. It wasn’t my fault you’re not able to handle a sex scene,” the way Chris’s face contorts in anger is the best thing you ever saw. “If you are not man enough to play the scene I can ask your body double to do so.”
“Y/L/N, it was you digging your nails into my back so deep you left red lines,” you chuckle at Chris’s pissed expression.
“Aw, don’t tell me you never had rough sex, Evans,” purring the words you pat his chest, earning a deep growl from your chosen archenemy. “It was in the script. You would’ve known about the description if you actually read more than your lines.”
“B-itch,” Chris grits out, glaring down at you. “One day someone will put you over their lap and spank your ass raw. I can’t believe men want to have a relationship with you.”
“Jealous Evans? I mean, my ass is hot and you, well you, will never get a taste,” smirking you pass Chris by, not caring he mutters insults under his breath.
“Cut, that was awful Chris,” the director grunts. “What’s wrong today? You forgot the lines, almost punched Y/N’s face instead of kissing her and now you ruined her dress!”
“Sorry, I was a little distracted here,” Chris growls. He glares at you, not missing you chuckle lightly. What the director doesn’t know is that you tweaked Chris’s nipple the moment he leaned close enough to let you feel his breath in your neck.
“Y/N, you alright there? Do you need a break?” the director worriedly looks in your direction. “Maybe we should stop and have lunch.”
“Just a minute,” you whisper, faking a sob. “It was an accident. I don’t think Chris would hurt me on purpose. Right, Chrissie?” no one but Chris sees the smirk on your lips.
“Right, Y/N. You’re such a good co-star,” loving you riled Chris up again you pat his chest. “Who would ever try to hurt you.”
“Good boy,” you whisper, in his ear. “I told you to not fuck with me, Evans. Everyone here loves me. No one will believe I tweaked your sensitive nipple.”
“You’re such a bitch,” he growls, pupils a little blown he looks down at you. “Can we have a break? We should have lunch. I think Y/N and I need to try the lines again, without an audience.” Chris says a little louder.
“Okay, now you lie on the bed, and I am on top,” laughing you watch Chris pace around the room, running his fingers through his hair while you roll onto your belly to lie on the soft cushions. “What are you doing?”
“While you try to remember how to act,” closing your eyes you wiggle on the bed to get comfortable, missing the bed dips behind you. “I will have a little nap,” almost relaxing on the soft sheets, you shriek when someone fists your hair roughly.
“I told you to not act like a bitch around me,” Chris growls, straddling your ass. “What shall I do with you? Maybe I just spank your ass until it’s raw and you can explain to the crew why you can’t sit.”
“Lemme go, Evans,” wiggling underneath Chris you feel something poke your ass. “You get off on fisting my hair and treating me like that, don’t you? I always knew you are hiding a kinky bastard behind your everybody’s darling façade.”
“I got no clue what you are talking about,” his eyes drift toward your neck and he grits his teeth. “Now promise to not mess the next scenes up and we can part ways and never see each other again.”
“Fuck you, Evans. Don’t act like your dick isn’t poking my ass right now. You’re rock-hard and throbbing,” a tiny whimper escapes your lips when Chris forces you to crane your neck so he can sink his teeth in your flesh to leave a mark. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I’m gonna mark you so good everyone will see it was Chris Evans using you to his pleasure, making you his.”
“Do you often talk about yourself in the third person?” you growl, feeling your panties dampen when you feel his erection rub against your ass.
“Chris Evans is going to make you his little slut and force you to cum around him before he fills you up with his cum like the whore you are,” he purrs in your ear, now tilting his hips to rut against your ass. “Now shut your mouth and just lie there.”
“I dare you to,” you growl when Chris grabs your wrists to pin them above your head. “Let go of me, bastard.”
“Why would I do such a thing?” god, you hate the smirk in his voice. “You will keep your hands above your head and take me. If you run your mouth again, you will not cum at all.”
“Asshole-“ grunting you feel his warmth leave your body. For a moment you believe Chris was making fun of you only to feel him shove your dress up to your waist to reveal your panties.
“Look at you, wearing a thong,” his hand slips between your thighs, and to your shame, you spread your legs. “Spreading your legs like the slut you are for my dick. I could spit in your face, and you would ask me for more and thank me.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” chuckling Chris shoves your thong aside to run two fingers up and down your slit. “This is not for you.”
“You’re so wet I can just slide into your naughty cunt without any preparation. And I know this is all for me. You eye me like you want to devour me,” while you fight your throbbing cunt, Chris shoves two fingers inside. “There we go. Come on, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“No,” you whimper feeling his fingers leave your pussy as you stubbornly refuse to admit you want him to fuck you senseless. “Go and look for one of your groupies. I’m not-,” his cock slaps against your ass, makes you gasp as you can feel the heat of his throbbing length against your skin.
“You will take me so deep it hurts,” Chris crawls on top of you, covers your body with his taller frame to tease your sex. He shifts his hips, groaning as he lines himself up with your entrance. “I will fuck you so good, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” panting heavily you feel the tip slide inside. “You’re such an asshole, believing everyone must like you.”
“Oh, it’s enough when you cream my dick,” he purrs, licking the mark he left. “You will be so full of me when I’m inside you’ll forget your name. There’s no way you’ll not scream my name.”
“Dream on-“ you bite your lip when Chris straddles your thighs to dig his knees into the mattress. “AH, fuck.”
“Hands behind your back,” he orders, smirking as you clumsily cross your arms behind your back. “Good girl.” how you hate his words make you clench around his tip. “Now you’ll get the best dick you ever had.”
“C-cocky-“ a scream escapes from your throat at the same time as Chris fists your hair to push your face into the cushions, laughing at your helplessness.
“Now feel all of me,” one snap of his hips later, he shoves himself as deep as possible into you, fills you to the brim. “Good, isn’t it? Did you ever feel so full?”
You struggle to accommodate his size. Fuck, his girth burns deliciously, and you are sure, Chris can feel how you clench hard around him.
“No, it’s a pitiful wiener,” you whine when he grips your wrists with his other hand, holding you pinned to the mattress.
“Imagine someone comes here and finds you full of my dick, moaning shamelessly like the whore you are. I could tell them you stripped for me, spread your legs, and begged me to fuck you full of cum,” he growls, starting to move his hips. “I’m gonna ride you like a needy mare.”
“I’m not a fucking horse, asshol-“ whining you feel his thick length drag along your walls with every roll of his hips. You wish you could say his cock doesn’t make you feel good but to your shame, your pussy grips him tightly.
“I think your cunt would like to disagree. Feel this? Feel how you tighten around me after not two minutes,” he pants, movement becoming hastier. “God, you’re tight for such a slut.”
“Evans,” you choke out. “I still hate you!”
“Feelings mutual baby but you feel good around me. So wet and snug. If I could choose one part of you, I’d be your pussy,” he rocks his hips faster, causes the bed to start to creak. “You better cum fast cause we don’t have much time left.”
“Ah, please-fuck,” you keen. Immobile you can only let Chris use your body and force his cock inside of your blooming core. Heat spreads through your abdomen, and you can already feel the coil is about to snap. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, you will cum all over me and take my spunk. I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Now on hands and knees,” it’s a haze. While you try to go on hands and knees Chris paws at your body, manipulates your position to his liking before he slips back inside.
He grips your waist, doesn’t allow you to take a breath before he starts to hammer into you. Cries erupt from your lips, and you pray no one can hear the whorish moans leave your mouth.
“Ah-oh-fuck-me, Chris.”
“Sugar, I’m on it,” he growls, cock twitching violently. “Can my little slut cum on my cock? Will she cream all over me?”
His words full of venom Chris drags you onto his length with every punishing thrust. He doesn’t care you push back onto him or that you start to clench around him. Today he’s selfish and only cares about his pleasure.
“C-Chris,” it’s done. You squeeze him tight enough to trigger his release, scream his name as his hot cum shoots into your womb. “You asshole came inside.”
“And you will take every droplet, bitch. We will film this scene and then you’ll follow me to my hotel room, and I’ll fuck you on every surface,” jerking his hips Chris snickers when you try to push him out of you. “I’ll just stay inside and wait for the crew to come back.”
“Don’t be an ass, Chris,” whining you want to fend him off, weekly wiggling in his grip. “I don’t want them to see me naked, please.”
“I’ll be nice if you say you’re mine.”
“Fine. I’m yours now get off me, Evans-“
“Look at you – so pathetic, Y/N,” you whine and whimper when he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit. “I knew you are slut for my cock.” he grins, looking at you, spread wide on his bed. “How does it feel to have my dick inside?”
“As if an ant tries to satisfy me,” a devilish smirk on your lips you glare up at Chris. “You’re no one special, Evans.”
You don’t care he has you on your back, his dick so deep inside you feel him poke your cervix. And it doesn’t matter you teether on the edge of another orgasm. You’ll never admit he feels good inside of you, too good.
“I know you are close,” he moves his hips faster, smirking as another tiny moan leaves your lips. “Just admit it, sugar and you can come all over me again. I want you to squeeze me again.”
You’re a wreck. Sweaty, your cunt soaked from both of your juices, hands pawing at his back you try to deny the one thing Chris wants to hear.
“You’re barely average.”
“Say it,” he moves faster, groans on top of you with every thrust. “I wanna hear it, baby.” you squeak when his lips find yours at the same time as you clamp down hard onto his length.
“Y-you’re not that bad Evans. But don’t think only as you are Captain America you can pretend you’re not a kinky bastard. I bet I can turn you into a monster-“ you grin, shuddering when you feel his cum fill you again.
“Filled you again, babe. I bet,” he growls, hips jerking uncontrollably, “I can fuck a little Evans into you one day.”
“Dream on, bastard,” your nails bite painfully into his back, leaving angry red lines all over his skin. “I don’t want kids yet.”
“So, no happy ending with kids and marriage for me,” faking a sob Chris buries his face in your neck. “How about we fuck some more? I must admit when you shut your nasty mouth you’re the best fuck I ever had.”
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You know how everyone hates phone calls? Like you always hear “oh my god I have to make a phone call for an appointment/a meeting/something else” and their voices are filled with dread?
Am I the only one that feels that way about emails? Like? I hate them so much. You have to have an official greeting and you can’t have too many exclamation points (which is hard!! because i am an energetic person!!! and i want people to properly understand what energy i am trying to convey in my messages!!!!), and you have to be all official and shit and idk I just hate it so much.
I much prefer phone calls. It’s a conversation with a normal person, and sure you have to be somewhat polite and stuff, but it’s human interaction and there’s not the long-ass waiting game of checking your email every thirty seconds while you wait for the person to respond.
Now, I understand why emails would be preferable to people. Maybe you don’t like to talk, maybe you can’t talk, maybe you have a speech impediment (I used to have a lisp and did everything possible to avoid using words with ‘s’ in phone calls). I’m not saying emails aren’t perfectly valid to those that prefer it, just that whenever I say I prefer phone calls everyone always looks at me like I’m ridiculously messed up bc what kind of heathen likes phone calls over emails??
