#christopher evans

You weren't told about this. Well... you were told someone was coming in for a collaborative video linked to the dogs... but you definitely weren't expecting this.

Chris-fucking-Evans.

You watched as he walked in, his broad figure hugged by a too-tight shirt, a small chain peeking through the collar, his hair messy under his cap and his blue eyes sparkling through his glasses. A large grin adored his face as he clapped his hands excitedly. You couldn't help discretely looking him up and down and your thoughts took over, momentarily distracting you. You took a deep breath and walked into your treatment room.

You were the resident vet at the shelter, looking after all the dogs that were brought in. You loved your job, being able to hang out with the dogs all day, it was both fun and rewarding. You knew them all at this point and made it your habit to see all of them first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

You had actually adopted your pup, Buzz, from the shelter, a beautiful baby chocolate lab. To be fair, you would've gladly adopted them all if your landlord hadn't forbade you and you had enough money and space. Now you just brought him into work, letting him run around and socialise as you did your thing.

You were doing a checkup on a dalmatian that had been brought in the week before when the camera crew came in, Chris-fucking-Evans tailing along behind them with a large smile. You momentarily paused, your eyes widening slightly before you put on a smile and made more room. You introduced yourself and the dog, Coco and they asked you a couple questions then let you work, filming you doing the checkup. Chris stood to the side watching intently as you worked with the dalmatian, wearing the scrubs and gloves you had leant him. You were glad Coco was calm throughout the checkup, not getting spooked by the amount of people in the room.

You smiled as you deemed everything fine with her and stepped aside as Chris came forward to give her a treat. Your heart almost burst when you saw how soft he was with her, raising his voice a couple octaves higher as he pet her gently. Once your piece was over, the crew left as you got ready to take Coco back to her room. You clipped on the leash as you looked for anything you had maybe left, when you saw Chris standing by your equipment, a smile still on his face.

"Hi?"

"Uh hey! Hey. I'm Chris." He looked at you and stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake. You took his hand in yours as you smiled shyly.

"Yeah, I know. It's really nice to meet you sir."

Chris gave out a breathy laugh as his cheeks became dusted with a slight pink.

"Please no need for that, just call me Chris."

"Okay... Chris. Was there anything you needed?"

"Nah, I just wanted to say that's it's great y'know... what you do for the dogs here."

Your cheeks heated at the compliment as you smiled wider.

"Thank you! But honestly, it's not much. I love what I do."

"Still, it's exceptional.... hey... i was wondering if you're free after this?"

You froze slightly as your eyes widened a fraction. Your jaw almost dropped as you took in the man in front of you. He couldn't possibly want to go out with you..? You mentally shook the thought off and heat rose to your cheeks as you realise you kept him waiting.

"Y-yep! I'm free."

"Great! What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll be waiting..."

He winked and walked out of the room, leaving you slightly flustered and confused, but it a good way. And you couldn't help thinking that was something... unexpected.

*********************************************************************** first time writing in a long time, guys. don't judge lol x

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Chris's ragged groans filled the air, making it thicker; heavier; hotter.

You left your purse and key by the door, careful not to make a noise and took your shoes off.

A thin wall divided the bed and closet from the rest of the room, and the more you got closer to it, the louder Chris's sounds were.

And they were intoxicating.

It was no secret that you wanted him, flirting with him on set and during reunions. He never accepted any of your innuendos arguing that he was too old for you, but by the way he said that, you knew that he meant you were too young for him. Of course, that never stopped him from occasionally flirting back or complimenting you on your looks or acting skills.

But since it never went beyond that, you were rather surprised– no, amazed to see him naked, with his legs sprayed on your bed with a good amount of your underwear around him and his hand pumping his big, hard cock up and down with– with your favorite panties laced between his fingers.

“Fuck.” Chris moaned, the muscles of his arm shifting as he kept working, his head falling back in pleasure. “Yes, baby girl, choke on my cock.” He squeezed, and if it wasn't clear enough that he was thinking about you while jerking off, you felt your legs getting weak and your heart skipping a beat the second he said your name.

His muscular legs tensed and his hips jolted, an indicator that his release was close, and even though you wanted to see how he looked when he came, the idea of a closer view seemed better.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” The steadiness of your voice surprised you, but not as much as it surprised Chris as you walked out of your hiding position. Jumping from his spot, he reached for a pillow to cover his hard on, but to no use, there was no way on earth you'd ever forget what you saw.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his breath was uneasy, and his body glowed with a thin layer of sweat.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Tilting your head, you drank in the sight before you; broad shoulders, bare abdomen, the hand over the pillow still gripping on the teal cloth… “But it's pretty clear.” A devilish smile appeared on your lips, your ego all over the roof since you confirmed he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, even if he denied it in the past.

“I can explain.” He moved back, almost hitting the headboard as you made your way to the edge of the bed, blocking completely his discarded clothes from his reach.

But as much as you'd like to amuse yourself hearing some poor excuse that you wouldn't believe, you simply reached for the pillow and yanked it away from Chris, taking advantage of his still fresh shock, exposing him in all his splendor.

“What about you show me instead?” Kneeling in front him and never breaking eye contact, your hand searched his shaft and resumed the task he left unfinished. “How would you make me choke on your cock?” You kissed his red tip and he swore, his cock twitching in your palm.

“We shouldn't…”

Your fingers ran along his shaft delicately, your thump smearing the precum leaking. “Why not? It can be stimulating.” Your other hand roamed around his thigh, your lips leaving feather-like kisses on his abdomen.

Chris didn't dare to move. He couldn't. Not with you, looking at him through your lashes and so close to his cock.

“Cause you need to find a guy your age.” He barely whispered. “Live these kinda things with him.”

“They don't know how to treat me.” A teasing touch of your lips to his tip had him hissing. “Plus, I like 'em a bit older.”

“But–” His complaint got caught on his throat as you enveloped as much of him as you could in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. “Holly shit. Just like that.” He said when your tongue drew a line in one of the veins of his length. Your panties, forgotten somewhere in the bed.

“Mhmm?” Like that? was the real question, the vibrations of your throat had Chris gripping in the bed sheets with force. You licked again.

“Yes, love, suck it whole.” Even if Chris wanted to throw back his head, he didn't. He wanted to see how pretty you looked, giving him the blow job of his life.

Did he like you? Of course he did. That was the reason you found him in that embarrassing situation in the first place.

Ever since the first time he saw you the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself in your sweet pussy and never leave, have you trembling and begging him to cum, but he knew better, knew that could never happen. Not with the age difference, not with the public eye watching your every move. He couldn't do that to you.

He tried to keep his distance, downplaying your flirty comments and taking dozens of cold showers only to stop fantasizing about you.

Chris also knew that you would be out that day, knew all he had to do was tell the lady in the hallway that he left his key inside and she'll be nice enough to let him in. He couldn't contain any more after seeing you the night before in your hot pink bikini during the improvised party the cast held by the pool of the hotel.

So he got in your room. And truth to be told, it wasn't his fault that you left your underwear drawer open, it also wasn't his fault that he imagined you modeling all that lace and silk only to him, and it certainly wasn't his fault that you looked even better with your mouth full of his cock than he imagined.

You bobbed your head up and down, moaning every time his tip hit the back of your throat, your hand stroking the rest or him you couldn't fit.

When your fingers brushed his balls, Chris lost it.

The hand that had been gripping the sheets was now in the back of your head, fingertips digging in your skull and forcing your head down his cock. You gagged, the unexpected action, not giving you time to even adjust to the change of rhythm.

“Fucking hell.” Chris took a handful of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and started directing your pace, both the pulling in your roots and the burning feeling of him so down your throat had your eyes watering, but you didn't care. Not when he looked so high on ecstasy and all because of you. “You're a dream come true”

He wasn't expecting a response, not a verbal one at least, so you ran your tongue over his hardness again, and again with every push of his hand.

Tears adorned your flushed cheeks, saliva gathered in the corners of your mouth and you did your best to breath through your nose as Chris stilled your head and moved his hips forward, starting fucking your face.

You shut your eyes closed, concentrating on relaxing your throat and ignoring the slight sting on the back of your head.

He stopped.

“No, baby. Eyes on me.” Chris yanked your hair, making you lock gazes with him again. “You wanted me to show you? This is how I make you choke on my cock.” He brought you down again, your nose brushing his skin with each thrust, your clit throbbing with every groan he let out. “You look so damn good like this.” Your lust and desire must have been written all over your face by the time he said, “Bet you're so fucking wet you're drenching those little panties of yours.” And you knew he was right. “Can't wait to fuck your pretty cunt and cum so deep inside you, you're gonna feel me for days.”

You clenched around nothing, the idea of Chris railing you senseless had you moaning again, desperation for making that scenario a reality glowing in your pupils.

“Oh, I will.” He confirmed, breathing hard as you placed your hands on his thighs for support. “But first, you're gonna be a good girl and take everything I give. Think you can do that for me?” His movements were slow, no doubt to have the most part of your attention in his words.

A tap on his thigh was enough confirmation for Chris to resume his thrusting, your heart hammering against your chest with the intensity of his movements.

You felt him twitch at least, his assault faltering and his grip on your hair tightening. He was close again, and you'd help him reach his release this time.

So you sucked harder, trying to milk the life out of him while your palms massaged his thighs.

Chris cursed, head thrown back, hips going still, and his whole body tensing up as you felt ropes of his hot spent painting the inside of your throat and the weight of his softening cock on your tongue.

Obeying, you swallowed every drop, freed him with a soft pop and licked your lips in the most sensual way Chris had ever seen.

When Chris came down from his high, he took notice of your state; hair tangled, glassy eyes, swollen lips, chest heaving. He felt himself getting hard again.

“Am I still too young for you?” Your voice was hoarse, no doubt due to the recent activities.

“I don't know.” He said, helping you on your feet and out of your sundress. “We can keep figuring it out.” He smirked, lowering your ruined underwear until it pooled at your feet.

You straddled him, ready to take on the promise he made minutes ago. “I'm in no rush.”

I get my moment of peace.

I get a moment with my fiancé

Chris sighs loudly as he enters the house

He says “Honey?”

“In the family room!”

“We have our house to ourselves and you’re watching tv?”

He enters the living room, dropping his bag when he sees me

The corners of his wide smile turn upwards as he stifles a laugh “dressed like that. boy I like our alone time.”

He jumps the couch, landing on me as I move out of impact

He curls his fingers into the straps of the lingerie saying “God where have you been hiding this at?”

I smile as I say “I’ve had it since we got engaged, and you were wondering why I was so pushy with the siblings to get out.”

“First thing tomorrow I’ll send them away.” He says in a muffled tone with his lips pressed against my shoulder blades

A shaky sigh escapes my lips as I say “God I love you.”

As soon as he begins to remove pieces of the top I hear something

Our door opens and slams

Malia says “You embarrassed me in front of your friends!”

“You were flirting with all my gay friends!”

Chris says “shit!”

He covers me as he falls on me, looking for something to cover me with he sees the blanket on the chair… across the living room

He leans to leave but I pull him back over me, in an effort to hide me

Malia shouts “Y/N!! Tell me you made dinner! I’m starv-ING! OH MY GOD.”

She screams in horror as Chris releases an irritated sigh as he glares at her

Scott says “What- oh my god! You are disgusting!”

Chris shakes his head saying “Get out.”

Malia and Scott laugh loudly as Chris covers my exposed self. Malia says “You two have a bedroom, you know that right.”

I sit up, with Chris holding his hands over my exposed body, his eyes widening as I grow angrier and more conflict driven

“We paid for this house, in all cash, out of our own pockets. I bought this couch, I’ve bought everything in this damn room! I have the fucking right to do whatever I please with my significant other wherever I please.”

Scott says “We eat popcorn and watch movies there. That’s- so disgusting.”

I hurl the remote towards their heads screaming “get out!”

It smashes into the wall and they both look to me shocked. Malia says “God, what crawled up your ass tonight.”

Scott says “That’s no way to treat your guests-”

I reach for anything I can find on the coffee table to throw, but Chris pulls the items out of my hands, finally he hands me a pillow

In all my effort I hit Scott’s head as he steps back

“Get out!” I scream in annoyance

Malia says “Off to our rooms we go-”

“No move out!” I scream as I press the pillow to my chest in an effort of coverance

Chris defends them saying “Honey don’t be rash alright? They just need a place…”

I scoff saying “Apparently you want to sleep on this couch tonight.”

I stand up, grabbing the blanket, wrapping it around me and roughly hitting Chris with it

I saunter past my sister and Scott, I glare at them saying “Stay… be our guests! And ruin my sex life, assholes.”

I huff in annoyance as I stomp up the stairs, knowing I’m overreacting but it’s just a constant annoyance them being here

I snapped.

Chris stares at the two of them. Malia says “Well she’s in a bad mood.”

“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to hear you complain about your sister.” Chris says in annoyance

Scott says “We didn’t mean to start problems between you two.”

“Fuck off. You two can fight over a room, I’m getting a guest room. Sleep on the couch. And be considerate of our house and our relationship.”

“We have been. You don’t think we’ve been extremely accepting of the two of you? You practically drool over breakfast every morning while you two remain nearly naked cooking our food.”

“Which is gross, and unsanitary.” Malia fills in

Scott says “And your late night quickies, we can hear those. It’s like I need to cut my ears off.”

Chris shakes his head saying “God.. she’s right, you’ve put this massive strain on my relationship. It’s like you’re trying to make us fail!”

Scott gasps with Malia, they both say in a surprised tone “We would never!”

Chris says “if you ruin my relationship with her I will never forgive either of you. You already have me sleeping in different beds, arguing with her, and not talking now. So thank you… for ruining something that took years to get.”

Chris storms upstairs in a big hurry and annoyance

He knocks on our master bedroom door, knowing it’s a long shot to get a response from me

I’m already sitting in a hot bath ignoring the three annoyances in my life at the moment

He sighs saying “Can we just talk please? Honey?”

He doesn’t receive an answer and he finds his way to Scott’s guest bedroom. He falls onto the bed, punching the pillows and muttering to himself

“Fucking bullshit..”

He repeatedly punches the pillows as he says “And this bed sucks.”

That was about it for the night, other than me sprawling across our king mattress all on my own

But I couldn’t sleep. Half way through the night I got this ridiculous urge

And I followed through with it

I left my room, and went down the stairs to find Chris

Only to find Scott asleep on the couch, and a massive mess of food in the kitchen

And a sink full of dishes, which ultimately almost sets me off again

But I close my eyes and focus on my plans.

I walk back up the stairs and push open Scott’s door

Chris grumbles saying “Fuck off Scott. This is my house, take the couch.”

I step further into the room, climbing the bed saying “Chris.”

He looks to me quickly, the anger dissolving quickly

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“I was mad about the situation. Not you.”

My hands press to his face as I sit on his chest “Let’s leave.”

“What?” He asks confused in a sleepy tone

“Let’s run away, together, come on.”

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up, and I slide down to his legs. He holds tightly to me saying “I’m sorry, what?”

“Run away with me. Let’s leave and go get married. Buy a house somewhere spontaneously and just be off on our own, married, and happy.”

His eyes widen as he says “But our families…”

I nod saying “Yes, our families, they can wonder where we left to for a few days. Come on, be spontaneous with me. Don’t you want to marry me?”

“I do… I do, y/n… I just, I thought you wanted the big happy wedding with your dad walking you down the aisle and all the family being together.”

“We can do that later. I want to get married now, May 30th is a great day for an anniversary.”

He smiles and says “Fine, I’m in. Let’s get married.”

He dives in to kiss me and I loop my arms around the back of his neck

We’re getting married