#chris evans x black female reader
Text
Dangerous Woman
Summary: you’ve been a thorn in Lloyd’s side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.
Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if there’s any tags I missed please tell me lol
(A/N: there’s no way I’m alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)
———-—————-—-—————-———
It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.
The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.
You’d fancied yourself as a “good guy.” He took it more so to mean you were just boring. Couldn’t keep up in a world like his so you had to become a whatever the fuck you were trying to do to feel like you were doing something special.
But what were you really doing aside from annoying the fuck out of him? Not much. Well except…
It wasn’t often that a man like Lloyd found someone that could keep up with him in the slightest. He liked being one step ahead in any given situation. Was a man with a plan even if those plans didn’t account for any casualties. He didn’t give a shit if people died as long as he was still living the world was blessed with his presence and that was all anyone needed.
So when you started popping up like a gnat to the finest fruit, he knew he had to squash you somehow. Not like he was against playing dirty to get to where he needed to be. Just because you wanted to be a goody two shoes doesn’t mean he cared. If anything it only made him want to get you to cut this shit out sooner.
Such a shame though. In another life he could have marveled at your beauty. Found you cute enough that he’d even be willing to make an honest woman out of you if you didn’t annoy him so fucking much. Maybe that’s what made it worse. Crushing on the enemy? What the fuck was this? Middle school?
But first he needed to find out who the hell you were working for. So far the CIA had been ruled out. You didn’t appear to be a cop. Unaffiliated with that other shmuck and his team. That was the strange part.
Yet you managed to keep up somehow. Funny how that worked.
First it started out with you intercepting a “package” he was supposed to pick up. Then you somehow ended up getting your hands on a very expensive painting that he was pretty sure was meant to be hung up in his humble abode of a mansion in Croatia. And he was pretty sure you were responsible for that building blowing up when he had his eyes on a target.
The paranoia had started eating at him. Making him feel like he always had to watch over his back. Grown men hadn’t bothered him as much as you had. Each encounter seeming to be a bigger version of the one before and that’s why he was making it his mission to destroy you.
——————————————————
“I would have had her if you stupid fucks would stay the fuck out of my way!” He yelled as he stomped up their stairs. Not wanting everyone to know how things had really went down.
This was supposed to be easy as hell. Should have been an in and out if anything. Just take you out and boom he could finally move on from this game of cat and mouse. 
He had you! The two of you finally getting into it one on one when he found you alone on top of the building. Was just about to pin you down when the team came up. Making you do a quick disappearing act.
Before anyone could respond because it’s not like he gave any fucks about what excuses they came up with, he stomped up the stairs. One more move away from throwing a full blown tantrum. This shit should not be this fucking hard.
Lloyd huffed as he retreated to his bedroom. For once didn’t even want to say anything anymore. Probably because this was total and complete bullshit.
For once he wasn’t getting his way and he really didn’t fucking like it. It wasn’t like they didn’t know who the fuck you were. It was like you weren’t even trying to hide it. Of course he had the technology to crack your nothing ass passwords. It was the same for everything.
Sure there were things they had nothing on like your family and where you came from, but they knew your name. Your fucking phone number. What you looked like.
Almost like you wanted him to find all that shit. God it- it pissed him the fuck off. How he couldn’t stop staring at those photos of you. Like he was waiting for you to pop out from the shadows. Then he could finally show you just how fucking much you annoyed him.
His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. Feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach. He can’t remember the last time something had gotten him this worked up.
How he found even more ready to finally get rid of you was that each time he looked, he found himself going over every feature. From those eyes to that curl in your lips to the cleavage you were definitely not trying to hide.
It wasn’t like Lloyd couldn’t get any woman he wanted. Of course he could. For all the things they say about him all of them wanted to know what it was like to get a piece of him. They’d be willing to put up with it for a millisecond.
Hell he hadn’t even been able to hit up his usual roaster of broads as he’d been too pre-occupied by you. Fucking, ugh!
He doesn’t know what it was. Call it a crush as disgusting as that sounds, but he found himself fucking obsessed with the idea of getting his hands on you and at this point you’d toyed with him so much he wasn’t even sure how he meant it anymore.
Maybe it was that no woman had ever given him a real challenge before. He couldn’t marry some basic bitch that wouldn’t understand his line of work. He deserved better for himself.
No, no. He wanted the type of woman that was just as ruthless as him. One that didn’t shrink down in his presence and let him walk all over. Someone that understood his vision for the world.
The only problem was he didn’t know what the fuck you were trying to do. But god he couldn’t stop fucking staring at that cleavage.
He didn’t even think he wanted to kill you first when he finally caught up with you. No, no, no. He wanted you to really feel it. Something… something that’ll make you understand his frustration.
Torture might be fun. Obviously tying you up. Getting that rope real tight. Duct tape around your mouth so he couldn’t hear a fucking peep. If he was really feeling like a dick he would really fuck around with you. Maybe stuff something in your mouth so you couldn’t even whimper.
He’d get a gag just for you. Or not give a shit and really humiliate you. Maybe shove your panties in t-
Lloyd shook his head. Not even sure about what the fuck he was thinking. Clearing his throat as he stepped under the shower head. Hoping to wash it all away.
If anything he was tired of thinking about you. You didn’t deserve this much attention from him. Rolling his head back as he tried to force himself to relax.
He didn’t like being this tense. Would definitely need a massage soon. Hmmm could get one of those girls that would give him a happy ending to do it. Definitely a good idea. He could really use the release.
What would really release him, is catching up to you. Forcing you to be the one to do it. Tying you up, panties stuffed in your mouth, maybe topless with those clamps attached to your-
Fuck what the hell was going on with his head. What was actually wrong with him. He knew he couldn’t be this attracted to some cleavage to make him lose his fucking mind. He was Lloyd fucking Hensen. He didn’t lose his mind over some random bitch.
Right?
Maybe it came from his need to absolutely over power you. Take advantage of you for once. Show you that he was the one in power. God he’d fuck you until he split you in half. That’s what you deserved.
It was like he was an autopilot. Had went from trying to bathe to getting distracted by how hard he was. God he doesn’t think he’d ever been like this before. Just raw fucking need.
Lloyd grasped it in his hand. Tilting his head back as he starting to move up and down his shaft. Fuck. Yeah what it he turned the shock on. Really get down to business punishing you.
Unlike his usual session, the two of you could be alone. He wouldn’t want those fuckheads to see those parts of you. Not to see he was totally against fucking you in front of an audience. But this would need to be something he did specially to you.
He could see himself degrading you. Telling you what a little bitch you were for taking shit shit. Fuck you like he hated you.
Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking shit like this. And yet once he told himself to stop the feeling just grew.
That was when he heard a giggle that made him jump. Stopping what he was doing to grab the fluffy white towel to wrap around his waist.
Either you had him paranoid, or-
The banging on his door let him know he wasn’t totally full of shit.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s in the house!” He yelled. Still only in a towel and totally unprepared. Of course you’d catch him jerking off. Not that he even wanted to think about how it was you he was fantasizing about. “You stupid fucking morons! Are all of you that shitty at your goddamn jobs you couldn’t keep look out?”
He needed to get his gun and change considering you’d caught him with his cock out. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As he went back to his bedroom he was ready to rip his hair out. Couldn’t even jack off without you trying to fuck with him. He swears he heard that little giggle. Where the hell were you.
“Hello, Mr. Hansen,” the greeting came out as a purr making him turn around to face you.
There you were sitting on his bed. The little cat suit you were wearing was taunting him. It clung to you in a way that made him almost think it could have been painted on. He wanted to wipe it all off and that fucking smirk off your face.
“You know you’re really fucking annoying,” was all he could even say. That feeling coming back in his chest. God he really did want to fucking destroy you.
You shrugged, before standing up. Crossing your arms. “So I’ve heard,” you replied. “What can I say? I don’t stop until I can get what I want.”
“Really? Because it seems like what you want is to get on my fucking nerves.”
There goes that giggle again. The same one he’d heard in the bathroom. Had you been watching him? God, and you were a little fucking pervert. Just wait until he gets his fucking hands on you “And what if it is?”
“Look, whatever you’re trying to do I need you to either step the fuck out of my way-,”
“Or?” You cut him off.
“Or I put a bullet in your ass.” He took a step closer to you.
“Figures you wouldn’t fight me like a man about it,” you replied with a smirk.
“What? Is that what you want?” He laughed.
“Well, no,” you mused. “I just thought you’d be a bit more… diplomatic.”
“Do I look like a give a shit about diplomacy?” He growled.
“True,” you replied. “I mean neither do I so at least we’re on the same page.”
“The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is because I’m curious to know what the hell your deal is.”
“I dunno, Mr. Hansen, you tell me.” Once again you purred out his name, getting a little closer to him. “Maybe you have something that I want.”
“Well, whatever it is get it out of your mind.”
You pouted. “What’s the matter? Don’t think you can take me?”
He found himself wishing he could fuck your face. Maybe then he’d get you to shut the hell up. Pretty soon the gap between the two of you had closed. You cocky little shit.
That’s when he finally grabbed you. Turning you around so he could wrap his hand around your neck. Shoving you into the wall. His towel loosening around his waist. “I think you want me to do my worst to you. That’s why you’ve been doing all this shit.”
You struggled against him as he pushed your face into the wall. You’re not gonna do shit.”
His lips getting close to your ear. “I’ve been dying to destroy you. Do not fucking test me.”
The grip around your neck tightened as he found himself pushing his body against you. A thought flashing in his mind about how he’d just jacked off thinking about this very moment. Shit.
“Is that a gun under your towel or are you just happy to see me?” You teased.
“You’re not exactly in the right position to make jokes.”
“No? Then what am I in this position for?”
“You’re not the one asking questions, you little bitch.” He could have sworn he heard you let out a little gasp. “Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“How did you even make it passed my men?”
You let out that fucking giggle again. “Come on, Mr. Hansen. You and I both know they’re not the most competent. Besides this is between me and you.”
He finally loosened his grip so you could turn around. Though he had you still pinned. Wasn’t about to let his guard down.
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because you have something that I want,” you replied with a shrug.
“I’m getting real fucking sick of your cryptic bullshit,” he said, grabbing your neck again. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right now?”
“Because you need a girl like me,” you said, then bit your lip. Were you enjoying this? You sick fucking freak.
“I don’t need shit from you,” he said.
“I dunno, Lloyd. Definitely feels like you need something from me,” you said.
As much as he was trying to annoy the affect you were having on him it wasn’t exactly easy. Considering his dick clearly wanted to make its presence known.
“Shame you didn’t get to finish taking care of that in the shower,” you added. “You know I think we’d work well together, you and I.”
He rolled his eyes. Deciding to humor you. “And what makes you say that?”
“Let’s be real, all of your men are morons. Wouldn’t it be nice if one person under you wasn’t?”
Lloyd raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “And you’d be the person under me?” He laughed.
“I could be. In more ways than one.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” you said, reaching down to finally grasp his cock in your hand making him hiss. Licking your lips. “You didn’t get so worked up after our fight for no reason.”
Lloyd groaned as he let you work your hand up and down his length. It didn’t make any sense how good it felt. Damn he’d needed this bad.
Thoughts flashed in his mind again of him being the one to tie you up. Putting clamps on your nipples and turning on the electricity to watch you jolt. He wasn’t sure what kind of affect you were having on him but his dick clearly didn’t care considering it only grew harder as you worked it up and down.
A knock on the door, stopped you from taking things further. Making him look down and then up at you with a glare. Fuck. Not these idiots interrupting the two of you again.
“What?” He barked, trying to act like things were normal.
“We can’t seem to locate the target,” one of his guards told him, trying to look everyone else but him as he stood in front of him, not having bothered to cover up.
“Well, keep looking and don’t come back until you’ve got her. I shouldn’t have to do every fucking thing around here.”
As he slammed the door in his face he turned back to see you back on his bed. God he still wanted to wipe that smirk off your fucking face.
He found himself grabbing your face. Squeezing your cheeks in his hand and bringing your head up. “If you want this, let’s get one thing straight. I’m the one in charge. I sign off on every goddamn thing you do. Am I clear?”
“Crystal,” you said again.
That was when he leaned forward. Finally closing the gap between the two of you as he finally put his lips to yours. You putting your hands on his shoulders as he brought your leg up so he could grind his hardness into you.
Quickly pushing you away, by grabbing your neck again. “Hope you like it rough, Dollface, because I don’t plan on showing you any mercy.”
“You promise?” You pouted at him again.
God he should have known you were a little fucking slut. “Is that what you’ve been wanting? That’s why you’ve been pissing me off. Needed me to fuck the annoying out of you.”
“Uh huh,” you whimpered.
“Beg for it. You don’t get to just have my dick after all the trouble you’ve caused.”
Before you could even say anything, you got on your knees looking up at him. “It’s prettier than I thought it’d be.”
“Yeah?” He groaned.
“Mhm,” you hummed out. “Can I please put it in my mouth? Been wanting to suck it so bad. Can I? Please? Can I suck your dick, Sir.”
Lloyd knew that as soon as he said yes, his brain would shut off. Was he ready for that? To have his guard down around you.
“Hold on,” he said.
You groaned. “What?”
“Because just because you look like a good like cock sucker doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Another pout came on your lips. “Fine.”
“Ever sucked dick with a gun pointed at you?” He asked as he came back with his firearm in hand.
Fucking whore he could see you salivating. “No, but there’s a first for everything.”
Lloyd groaned when you finally put your mouth on him. Sucking him like you’d done it a million times before. Fuck you were good with your mouth. Had him thinking that damn maybe he did need a little freak like you around.
“Fuck,” he put his hand in your hair. “You’re a good little cocksucker.”
“Think so?” You asked him as you pulled off.
All he did was glare at you. “I don’t think I told you to fucking stop.”
With that he tightened his grip in your hair. Forcing himself back into your mouth. You wanted to do this? Then you would have to take him exactly like he wanted you to.
He pushed you back so your head was against the bed. Pinned in between the mattress and his hips. You wanted to act like a thirsty little bitch for him, then he’d treat you like one.
Lloyd Hensen could be a very cruel man and sex was no different. He wanted to dominate. Show no mercy. Maybe you were the perfect candidate to be treated like this. Not like he hadn’t already been thinking about it.
He moved his hips so he could fuck your throat. Laughing to himself as you gagged around him. Finally letting you off so you could breathe.
“Get up,” he demanded grabbing you by your hair again, so he could toss you on the bed. Still in that little suit and he needed to get you the hell out of it.
Hurrying to take off the thigh high boots because the quicker he could have access the quicker he could fuck you like he’d been wanting to. Something about a woman doing all this shit to impress him made him only want to fuck you more.
As soon as your skin came into view he got to nipping at your skin. You were so damn ready for him. Maybe it was because of all the fighting served as a kind of foreplay for him. Maybe you were onto something.
“Lloyd,” you gasped, putting your hands in his hair. Tugging at it as he started kissing your stomach. Pushing you down so he could move to your thighs.
Bringing your legs up so he could finish taking you out of your suit. His lips going to your tits as he climbed on top of you.
“Ugh!” You moaned.
Fuck you sounded so pathetic, but he kind of liked it. Wanted to bring it out in out more. Take you down a few notches. Make you really feel it.
Fuck what the hell were you doing to him. Was he really planning on keeping you around. After all of that? Right now he had the upper hand and instead of taking you down to his men, he was about to fuck the shit out of you. And you were a very willing sex toy.
Maybe a part of him was flattered even. All he knows is you did look sexy as fuck. Ready for him to use you however he pleased. But first…
You let out another pathetic noise as his tongue touched your clit. What can he say? He wanted to know what you tasted like.
And fuck did you taste good.
“Fuck me, please,” you sobbed out.
“Yeah? And why should I do that?” He asked, pulling away. Keeping his fingers inside of you so he could twist them inside of you. “I could get a million other bitches on my dick. What makes you so special?”
“Cuz I think you like the challenge,” you replied.
Lloyd rolled his eyes. Couldn’t argue with that one. That was the worst part. Instead he pushed you back down to climb back on top of you. Keeping your legs up so he could still finger fuck you.
“Fuck!” You gasped into his mouth as he started kissing you again.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Little slut. Did all this shit for my attention. So fucking desperate for me. You just wanna get fucked that bad.”
“Uh huh,” you breathed out as you tensed up. Could tell he was getting you on the edge and he wanted nothing more than to push you there.
“Fuckin’ cum for me,” he said. “Cum all over my fucking hand.”
The way your body jolted as you squirted out. Trying to find something to grab onto as he took you over the edge. Damn you were getting his sheets all messy. Nasty little slut.
“This what I do to you?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you cried as you finally clawed at his shoulders. “Oh god! Oh my god!”
“That’s a- that’s a good bitch keep cummin’ for me,” he hissed into your ear.
You let out another one of those embarrassing little whimpers. “I- ugh- god!”
While a part of him wanted to keep doing this another part wanted to feel this wet little pussy creaming on his cock. Watching as your grool covered his hand.
Lloyd smirked at it and then back at you. Chuckling to himself before smacking it onto your face in a sharp slap. Making you let out a little squeak before he smacked one of your breasts. Fuck be was having so much fun disrespecting you. It was exactly what you deserved after all the trouble you’d caused.
And god was he planning on fucking you like it. He’d get to the other punishments later. For now he was gonna let his dick tell you all you needed to know.
He dipped the head of his dick into your wetness first making you mewl. Fuck you were so ready for him. And he was ready to give it to you.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried when he finally slammed in. As if he was about to go easy on you. He’ll savor it later. Right now he needed to hate fuck you.
“Acting fucking crazy just so you can get my dick. Wonder what’ll happen when you’re fucking addicted to it for real,” he said into your ear.
“Lloyd!” You squeaked scratching his back. “Yes!”
He was so deep. Definitely trying to rearrange your guts. You scratched at his shoulders. Practically clawing at him.
He grabbed the back of your head, bringing it up as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your deep breathing fanning across his face as
“This what you wanted, huh?” He asked with a groan. Fuck you felt good all tight and snug around him. Only getting worse as you clenched around him. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked into your ear next.
“Yes, Daddy,” you cried.
“That’s it. That’s a good little bitch. You know who your fucking daddy is don’t you,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Cum all over daddy’s dick.” He hissed as you did as he told you. Screaming out with tears in your eyes.
Lloyd pulled out, but didn’t let you get comfortable in thinking he was going to let you take a break. Instead he just grabbed you again, snatching you close so he could pull you into his lap.
“Come here,” he said, grasping your hip as he positioned you on top. Not giving you anytime to recover from your orgasm as he worked you up and down his length. Slamming his hips up so he could meet every thrust.
You pushed his hands away, getting on your feet so you could take better control. Lloyd let out a moan as you started riding him just fucking right. Like you’d done this a million times before.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he got comfortable underneath you. He’d be lying if he said he’d felt a woman feel as good as you did. The way your pussy tightened around him. How wet you were. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t the only one about to get addicted.
He grabbed your ass as you leaned down to kiss him. Gripping your flesh as he moaned into your mouth. Fuck. He was not about to be able to hold on at all.
“Shit, I didn’t put a condom on. Lemme cum on your face,” he groaned as he tried to push you off. Instead you stayed firmly on top of him. If anything riding him a little harder. Slamming your pussy down his dick like you were trying to force it out of him.
You shook your head as these gasps came from your mouth. “No.”
“Get- fuck!” He groaned as it started to hit whether he liked it or not. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That’s it, Baby, fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” He groaned.
You put your hands on his chest, holding him down as he succumbed. “You’re mine!” You purred as he felt it hit cumming deep inside you. Not stopping until every last drop of him was milked from his cock and inside of you. Even sinking down a little deeper like you were trying to make sure you got it all. Breathing all heavy as you fell off of him finally.
Lloyd looked at you, unsure of what he was supposed to do next. If he’d been expecting for you to be the one obsessed, he had another thing coming apparently. But that’s why men shouldn’t stick their dick in crazy, he was bound to get hooked.
#fics by afbh#lloyd hansen smut#Chris Evans smut#lloyd hansen x reader#Lloyd Hansen x black!reader#Lloyd Hansen x female!reader#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x black women
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
The Wolf’s Den
Chris Evans x Black Reader
Summary: Chris throws a Halloween party and his costume leaves you wanting to wrap up the festivities early to have him all to yourself
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, mentions of alcohol, smut: chasing kink, mask kink, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, a splash of size kink and a throat creampie finish
Word Count: 2.6k
Note: Writing this was so fun and also very hard not to turn the idea I had into a whole werewolf!chris monsterfucker fic lmao but that’s also definitely something I have plans to write about! I hope this is a sexy read! Let me know what you think!
Anticipation filled your chest and made your heart flutter as you wound your way through the halls, hoping you’d somehow stumble and fall into Chris’ lap, your thoughts tonight very much occupied by him and his choice of Halloween costume.
It was exciting how well your costumes paired side by side.
His, a big and handsome werewolf.
Yours, a bewitching little woodland fairy.
There was just something special and especially sexy about the two of you standing next to each other in all the fun pictures your friends and guests had taken with you tonight.
Your favorite had been one where he’d thrown you across his shoulders as if he’d captured a prize and was proudly showing off the treasure, also seemingly ready to whisk you away to have you all to himself.
How you wished that could be the case…but the night was still early, the party still going.
It didn’t, however, mean you couldn’t let your eyes and thoughts wander to him as you talked with your friends. You caught a glimpse of him across the room, engaged in conversation, your gaze lingering when he took a long swig from the beer bottle in his hand.
The red flannel and white tank he had on hugged his torso a little too well while the slash marks and fake blood splattered across the fabric did nothing to help your increasingly dirty thoughts.
A pity he had taken off the werewolf mask and clawed gloves that completed the look but he still looked the part. Something about the way he was carrying himself tonight made him look bigger, broader, more intimidating. The exposed forearms and sharp claws did you in and he knew it.
Your gaze and distracted thoughts were pulled elsewhere as you focused back in on the moment and company around you, unaware of his eyes on you now that you were looking away, stealing a private moment to soak in your look for himself.
He was obsessed with the ornate wings of your costume, how the shimmer on them matched the light dusting of glitter illuminating your brown skin, the earthy color and ‘Tinkerbell’ style of your dress making his jeans tight.
If he didn’t know you any better he’d have thought you were ignoring him but he knew your distance was more out of restraint than avoidance, that you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if you got too close.
And it’s not like you were making it easy for him either, twirling around and swaying those beautiful hips of yours to the music playing throughout the house.
Chris had half a mind to discreetly sneak you away to your shared room and fuck you into the bed good and quick before people noticed you were gone for too long, but the idea of seeing how long his little fairy could stick it out was a far better option, making a deal with himself to reward you if you managed to keep up your patience till the party was over.
For now, the sultry and wanting glances would have to suffice.
——
A few hours later, finally the last of the guests had cleared out, the house now empty, your heartbeat kicking up at the low wolf whistle that came the second the front door was closed.
Taking your time, you slowly turned to face him, breath hitching in your throat at the way he was leaning against a nearby wall, a dark and hungry look in his eyes.
“I’m surprised you held out the entire night,” Chris chuckled and raked his eyes over your frame, a teasing pout forming on your face in response.
God, you were just so adorable and impossibly alluring, he was sure you didn’t truly know how much you affected him. Didn’t know how badly he wanted to ruin you at all hours of the day.
“Me either. Was I right in thinking I’d get a reward if I did?” you inched forward, closing some distance between you.
You were behaving yourself yes but didn’t pass up the opportunity to bat your lashes cutely, hoping to entice him just a bit more.
“You were. I’ll even give you a few seconds head start,” he smiled and revealed the wolf mask he’d been holding behind his back.
Tension, thick and sticky, your body restless as you decipher what he’s saying, as you watch him fit the mask over his head.
A surprised and thrilled little gasp left your lips at the realization. He was going to chase you.
It was something you’d mentioned you might have had a thing for weeks ago, in passing, when he caught you smiling at the book you were reading and asked what had made you so giddy.
The erotica had been much like what was beginning to unfold between you both now, a big bad wolf chasing down a beautiful maiden to have his way with, something you hadn’t realized would turn you on so much, something you hadn’t realized Chris would remember either.
He was indulging a fantasy of yours and if you weren’t turned on before you certainly were now.
Careful steps were made past him, your wings colliding with the doorway, jolting you a little, making you stumble as you distractedly glanced at him.
You couldn’t see his face anymore but knew he was smiling, “Oh you’re so cute. You have ten seconds, baby.”
The tone of his voice had dropped, a deeper rasp to it like there was when he was tired, the playful yet perfectly serious edge to his words finally getting your body to move.
Most of the lights in the house had been dimmed, setting the mood perfectly as you tiptoed through the rooms, hiding behind furniture or ducking down to the floor when you heard the sound of his footsteps come near.
Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at the way Chris called out to you,
“Come on out, my little fairy!”
“You know I’m going to find you, sweetheart. Don’t be scared…”
The kitchen was the last place you hadn’t been, making the decision to try and make it to the bedroom, everything going eerily silent as you padded your way to the kitchen island, trying to decide if you should hide behind it for a moment or keep moving when a pair of arms snatched at your waist.
“There she is.” Chris laughed as you yelped in shock, squirming and giggling as he lifted you up and over his shoulder, strong arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place.
Part of you had hoped you would be able to outsmart him here but the more less inhibited and incredibly needy part of you was glad to be caught, your desires taking full control now.
Your squirming ceased as he carried you to the bed, laying you down against the plush comforter, letting you watch as he slid the mask and gloves off, and then the flannel, leaving him only in the ripped tank top underneath.
It may have been biased but you had to admit your handiwork with the red food coloring earlier today to create the blood splatters across the white fabric was very convincing, your thighs clenching the longer you stared.
The peek of his tattoos, the toned definition of his shoulders and forearms, how goddamn broad he looked standing at his full height above you…you wanted to feel, touch, have all that pressed against you, pinning you to the bed, giving you no other option but take what he wanted to give you.
“Please, I want you so bad,” you whined at the lack of his hands on your body.
“Aww I bet you do. Bet you’re soaked for me by now, aren’t you? How do we ask for what we want?” his jaw clenched as he watched you spread out for him, knees rising and parting just slightly as you lay on your back.
“Please, daddy can you touch me? Want you to touch me…” you whine again, not resisting the effect his words have on you any longer, unabashedly calling him the title your heart raced at the sound of.
“There we go, of course I can, baby. Been wantin this all night too.”
Your form hugging dress had bunched up around your thighs, giving Chris the slightest peek of the matching lace underneath, darkened with an unmistakable wet spot just as he thought there would be.
He didn’t waste any time in teasing, there had been plenty of that already, his hands warm and firm as they caressed up your calves, and then your thighs, fingers giving you the slightest pinch before spreading them wide. Thick fingers caught the edge of the lace seam and tugged, moving the fabric to the side to display your aching and slick pussy.
“Oh you really needed this, huh,” he hummed proudly at your whimpers and the needy motion of your hips as he explored the slick mess before him, two fingers rubbing your clit in small circles and then moving down to tease at your entrance before repeating the motion.
Watching your body unravel and move with the pace his hand had set was mesmerizing, and the fact that you still had the fairy wings on made it even better.
“Mhm, f-feels so good, daddy.”
You had been watching what his hands were doing just as he was, the two of you practically in sync as your eyes connected, Chris cursing under his breath as he moved to kiss you, his fingers still rubbing.
The heated kiss turned even more ravenous when your hands lifted from the bed to grip his arms, moaning at how you could feel the muscles working to make you feel good, all of it coming to a peak when he parted from your lips only to move down, to replace his fingers with his mouth, because you were dripping across his fingers and he couldn’t be asked to resist a taste of you.
Not a chance.
——
It was effortless, the way his tongue moved against your core, the ease to which he lapped at your clit just right a sign of how often he did this, how much he enjoyed it too, how much or how little he’d learned to give you.
Your hands had tugged at his hair, scratched at his biceps and pulled at the sheets from how he’d buried his face in your pussy, bringing you closer and closer with ease, till you couldn’t deny the steep descent any longer.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined out, a tremble settling in your thighs as you concentrated on the feeling, keening at the encouraging hum and look Chris gave you, the eye contact and tightened grip on your thighs sending you over the edge with a strangled cry.
“That’s my girl! You look so fuckin pretty when you do that,” came the shower of praise as you rode out your high, the sensation prolonged by his fingers resuming their earlier endeavors, not giving you any choice but to feel as much pleasure as possible.
The little gasp of laughter and the hazy content smile you gave him had him throbbing even more, unable to get over how lucky he was to have you.
You watched as he got rid of the rest of his outfit, pleased with his look of approval that you kept yours on and with the way you’d moved to lay on your tummy, dress bunched up around your middle and your ass tilted high in the air, hips circling just slightly to entice him and those goddamn fairy wings making you look ethereal.
“Please, fill me up, oh-!” your wanton words quickly turned to the prettiest of groans as Chris slicked himself up and nudged his way inside you slow and careful, giving you time to adjust, knowing you’d need a moment to get used to the stretch because no matter how often you fucked, he was still big, still heavy and thick and you were already a sensitive little mess.
“Mm, I gotcha, baby. Promise I’ll fill you up all the way,” he growled out lowly against your ear, his hands find their home on your waist, one gripping your hip and the other fisting the fabric of your dress, aiming to use it as leverage to fuck you back onto him when you were ready.
You let yourself melt into his hands, knowing he’d take good care of you as you just relaxed and focused on feeling good, needy moans slipping from your throat and growing louder as your body yielded to his slow thrusts.
His hips grew less careful the more you could take, setting a steady pace, fucking you deep with every stroke, moving more on instinct now, knowing and following what felt good for you, his own groans mixing with yours at how snug you felt.
The sound of his hips meeting your ass and the wet gush of your pussy with every thrust had you reeling, your face turned to the side, tucked against the bed as you gazed at him, the visual and auditory stimulation making your brain fuzzy.
“Come on, little fairy, know you wanna cum again,” Chris smiled down at you, his grip on your dress forcing your body back in time with his strokes, your muscles burning and tense from the effort, from the building tension in your tummy. “Go ahead, do it, give it to daddy.”
You were so close it nearly had you in tears, his final words toppling you over that edge hard, pleasure flooding your senses, your fingers curling around the sheets, giving yourself something to hang onto as you creamed on his dick.
His name was gasped almost in chant as you fluttered and pulsed around him, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, the sight of you making him approach his own orgasm steadily, and you could tell, judging by the sweat covering his chest and the clench of his jaw.
“Want you to cum too, daddy. Wanna taste you too, want you to make me take it down my throat, please, please,” you begged, the heady waves of pleasure still rocking your body making you bold with your words.
The image alone almost had him there, his brain taking a second to fully process your words, the muscles in his thighs tensing at how turned on it made him, you always got so dirty for him and he couldn’t get enough.
A few more purposeful thrusts and he was there, cursing loudly as you scrambled up to sit on your knees, your eyes big and doe-like as you opened your mouth to wrap around his tip, your tongue stroking the underside of him as you inched your way down further.
“Such a good girl, there you go. Gonna fill up that cute little throat,” Chris grit out, completely done in by the sight of you so beautiful and fucked out on the bed, your wings now sat lopsided, the glitter on your cheeks mixing with the stray tear or two that had spilled from how deep you’d taken him.
His length pulsed against the walls of your throat as he came with a groan, your eyes rolling back as you swallowed him down, taking every last bit before you pulled off him with a satisfied smile.
It took both of you several minutes to slow your breathing down, collapsing on top of one another, bodies slick and warm but unwilling to part from each other despite it.
Chris ran his fingers soothingly across your thigh, peppering kisses to your forehead, more praise whispered low solely for your ears to hear.
Your eyes met once again, the hungry look of his still mirroring yours and if that was any indication, you knew for sure another round would be had in the shower later that night.
A very happy Halloween it had turned out to be!
——
A/N: I can’t be held responsible for the nasty things this man makes me write lol
Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!
some tags, no pressure! @hansensgirl @xxindiglow @ozarkthedog @comfortcap @maroonsunrise83 @afriendlyblackhottie @geniedetails @onsunnyside @honeystevie @buckyhoney @jannqt @babyyhoneyydarling @evanstache
#amalia writes#chris evans smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x woc#chris evans x woc!reader#chris evans x poc#chris evans x you#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans imagine#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans fic#chris evans fanfic
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
thotty thursday - soft!chris evans x reader
୨ 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙘.𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 ୧
pairing: soft!chris evans x fem!reader
summary: soft!chris is the best
warnings: nsfw, 18+, mdni, p in v sex, creampie, fluffy as heck (please do not read if you're uncomfortable)
word count: 612
author's note: welcome to my third fic for this week's thotty thursday, i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog, thank you!
Chris Evans was probably the softest man alive, yeah sure; he was built like a tree trunk with a body that looked like it had been sculpted by gods, blue eyes could make anyone melt and a smile to match, but that couldn’t change the fact that your fiancé was the most cuddly, huggable person.
He would always take the chance to plant kisses on your forehead before leaves for his morning jog, or your cheeks whenever he hugs you from behind, his arms pulling you towards his frame or when the both of you were cuddled under your blanket, watching Disney movies that the both of you love so much.
Especially the little mermaid, just because Chris loved singing along and you loved it when he does, proves that grown men can love Disney too.
Then, there were the times when Chris would ever so softly capture your lips in his, your eyes fluttering shut as his large hand gently cupped your face as he leans in closer, deepening the kiss, oh, it would always make your heart race whenever the both of you kiss, it was always tender and loving, and as cliché as it sounded, it felt like the world has faded away and it was just you and Chris.
Make out sessions were the best, you two would be cuddling, Chris loved being the small spoon though he probably would never let you say that, when Chris would kiss you, both your lips moving in sync.
Chris would wrap an arm around you, pulling you close to his warmth, holding you as he presses gentle open mouthed kisses on your neck, you would sometimes giggle because his beard tickles, and it would always make Chris chuckle and he would move his head just to see you squirm because honestly, he loves your laugh, when you laugh, he laughs and when you smile, he does the same.
“I thought you liked my beard,”
“I do hot stuff,”
“So, I’m hot now huh?”
“You were always hot.”
Then there were the times where Chris would press butterfly kisses down your shoulders, moaning as you straddle him, your eyes close as your fingers knotted through his hair.
“You’re perfect,” Chris would say against your skin, making you giggle lightly.
“No one’s perfect,”
“You are, you’re smart, kind, gorgeous,”. He would say between kisses, kisses that led right back up to your lips, capturing them in his as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, almost as if he was afraid that he would open his eyes to see you gone.
“You’re my everything, you know that?” Chris said against your lips, and you couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face.
“You’re exaggerating.” You would reply and Chris would mumble a no.
“I'm not, don’t know what I’d do without you baby,”
Chris making love to you was in a word, perfect. He would plant soft kisses on your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as he thrust into your heat.
His fingers laced with yours as he pressed you into the bed, his frame above you as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, pulling him closer to you.
“So close,” Chris groans, your walls tightening around him was all it takes for him to come undone, spilling his seed into you, the both of you breathless and panting, coming down from high.
Chris was ironically the perfect one, there was never a time where he would reject you or your extremely comfortable cuddles, he was gentle with you, caring and most importantly, he loved all of you with his entire heart.
note: this is the third thotty thursday fic, thank you so much for reading and please remember to reblog, thank you love!
⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙮
#raena's thotty thursday#chris evans#chris evans smut#chris evans fluff#chris evans x reader#chris evans x you#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x f!reader#chris evans x y/n#chris evans fanfiction#soft!chris evans#chris evans x smut#chris evans x fluff#chris evans fic#chris evans x fem!reader#chris evans drabble#chris evans one shot#christopher robert evans#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans x black reader#soft!chris evans x you#steve rogers#steve rogers smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x smut#steve rogers fluff#mcu
754 notes
·
View notes
Text
i just wanna see you shine (sneak peek) | c. evans fic
pairing: choreographer!chris evans x black!ballerina!reader
warnings: 18+ ONLY! angst, sexual tension, bratty behavior, workplace relations, eventual smut (more detailed warnings for the actual fic),
A/N: hello! it's been a long time since i wrote on here! i took a hiatus because of work and for my mental health. i also had severe writer's block, but i feel my creativity is returning. i had this fic idea for a while as a series, but i wanted to try a one shot to see the general feel if i should continue to flesh this out for a full fic. anyways, i'm excited to share this and the full part should be out within the next couple of days. enjoy <3 (also this is not the final draft)
Extra lessons. That’s what you’ll need.
That’s what he had announced to the entire company, embarrassing-scratch that-humiliating you after another strenuous rehearsal. He thought it would do you good to do private one-on-one lessons with him. Despite the anger flaring up inside of you, you kept your composure, gave him a painted smile and agreed to it before he continued to subject you to another excruciating run of a complicated combination he came up with.
A month prior, your company announced they were putting on a product of Giselle. You were excited, eager to prove to the directors that you were Giselle. You had been a soloist for years, and you were anxious to rise to principal ballerina. You worked your hardest, stayed late practicing your technique and coming in early. Your dedication did not go unnoticed, and when you auditioned, you were chosen. It was the best news of your life. Performing as Giselle was your dream, and it would finally come through.
And then came Chris Evans. He was hired as your company’s new choreographer, a good friend of the director. He was attractive and everyone was swooning over him, yourself included. But you kept things professional… well at least you tried to.
The tension between you and him was undeniable. Every time he touched your body, a jolt of electricity went through your body and into his. When your partner wasn’t performing to his expectations, he performed the romantic pas de deux with you. He touched you like you were the most delicate flower. You craved to feel him close to you, even something as minor as lifting your chin up after you finished a routine.
But aside from the physical tension you felt with him, you also butted heads. You had exchanged a few sassy, passive-aggressive quips to one another. It was enough to make the room go silent. As much as he made you swoon, he could drive you absolutely crazy. As demanding as he was, you were just as stubborn.
You were sure you had pissed him off a couple of times. If he changed a minor step that you felt shouldn’t have been, you insisted on performing it. You had done it so many times you were surprised he didn’t explode on you. But after the last time of defying his wishes, he recommended extra lessons.
And that threw you over the edge.
You were surprised you kept your composure that well. You needed to let out your anger and frustration. You needed a physical release, and you needed that fast. Eventually, you did when you found yourself being split open by his cock in the studio later that night.
#chris evans x reader#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans fanfiction#black!reader#chris evans x fem!reader#chris evans x woc!reader#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x black female reader
86 notes
·
View notes
Text
I really so badly need an Ari Levinson short story/series with the inspiration being the song Call out my Name by The Weekend!!!
#the weekend#abel tesfaye#ari levinson x woc reader#ari levinson x black!reader#ari levinson#ari levinson smut#ari levinson x woc#chris evans#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans x black women#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#chris evans x woc#red sea diving resort#call out my name
104 notes
·
View notes
Text
|| Party Girl ||
Summary: You secretly go to a party mid exam season and your friend forgets to exclude Ari, your responsible senior boyfriend, from their social media stories. To make things worse, said party is at his rival, Ransom Drysdale's house, who unbeknownst to you, ends up posting a picture of you two together.
Pairing: Daddy/Cg!Ari Levinson | Little!You.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Ari Levinson. This is a mature story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Smut with plot (c'mon it's me), spanking (ass and pussy), punishment, protective!Ari, possessive!Ari, Daddy kink, ddlg vibes, orgasm denial, rough p-in-v, cock warming, slight angst because we are being responsible for once, mean Ari, dacryphilia, humiliation, begging, doggy style, hair pulling, choking, slapping, dumbification, unprotected but reader is on birth control, creampie, degradation, maybe slight fear kink.
Note: First independent Ari fic go boommm~ Also omg I'd forgotten how good ddlg can be lmfao the warnings literally increased a shit ton from the teaser. Lots of love to everyone who was so nice to the teaser. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷
MASTERLIST
"Mmm, Dadduuuuu~" the remnants of the painkillers that you had hurriedly chugged down were still bitter on your tongue as you returned to your boyfriend in the living room. Sliding over the couch from behind, you crawled into Ari's lap and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. The stiffness of his form went unnoticed by you due to your much unfortunate hungover state. Him not turning the tv on to watch some sports should have been the second sign that your fate for the day had been sealed before you had even woken up. The first was him showing up to your apartment unannounced and cooking you breakfast. Not that you knew it yet, it was to prepare you for what was coming. You foolishly took it for granted and thought he had come over to study together as he sometimes did on Sunday mornings.
"Slept well, baby?" You purred into his soft hair to signal agreement as one of your hands reached to snake around his dark brown locks.
"Yes, Dada~" you gave the third sign yourself. It was habit for you to get super clingy whenever you were sick… or hungover. "Followed bedtime rules~" as you smiled and craned your neck to bat your lashes up at him after lying through your teeth with shameless confidence, you sighed to yourself.
God.
You really, really, really loved and appreciated your boyfriend but right now you wished more than anything that he rather have some other plans today.
Because it was 8 in the morning on a Sunday!
Since you had snuck out, you had to pretend that you had gone to sleep at your bedtime; which was 10pm. But the truth was that you had stumbled into this very apartment with your roommates at 4 in the morning drunk off your rocker! All you wanted right now was to crawl into your bed and sleep the whole day away.
"Oh, is that so?" You were too tired to notice the mock in his faux amusement.
"Of course, Daddy!" You tightened your other arm around his broad shoulders in as convincing a way as you could muster. "Good babies follow Daddy's rules, right?" Shame nipped at your cheeks so you kissed his cheek to hide the blush that was spreading across them.
You felt bad but if Ari found out, your butt would feel worse.
Besides, what he did not know could not hurt him.
… Right?
Ari nodded, leaning his heavy body to one side in order to fish his phone out of his pocket before he unlocked it, softly squishing and pulling your ass with his free hand. "Do you have a twin, baby?"
Your eyebrows furrowed and you snorted at the randomness. "What?" When he did not respond and kept swiping away on his phone you added, feeling just a little uneasy now. He only behaved like this when something was wrong. "Of course not, Daddy."
"Then this is just the craziest little thing, isn't it?" He turned to look at you and the intensity in his sky blue eyes made you gulp.
"What is, Daddy?" You had checked your app settings three times to make sure he was excluded so it couldn't be that.
… Right?!
"Come here" the pretentiousness in his enthusiasm was clear as he 'excitedly' pulled you closer. Ari was not like that. He was the chill, laid-back kind of guy and you were the frivolous, fussy and noisy one. "Look at what I saw on Dee's story last night!" As he showed you a screen recording of one of the many stories your friend had posted last night, your blood ran cold. "Doesn't this girl standing between her and Steve look just like you?" You gulped as he pointed at a carefree you having the time of your life doing silly TikTok dances with your friends as your titties bounced in the skimpy outfit that you wore to the party.
Oh, he did not appreciate you wearing those kinds of clothes in public settings.
Especially if he was absent at said settings.
"But of course, it's just a lookalike" Ari nodded sarcastically in a fake reassuring manner, every word laced in mock. "Because… wait, when was this? Oh, yes" he checked the time it had been posted. "This was way past my baby's bedtime who was in bed after studying for her upcoming exam the entire day!" Since it was a screen recording -you could always count on criminology major Ari for precaution-, the next story played and there you stood happily doing another dance with… fuck.
You were dead, done, dusted, deceased.
Or at least, your ass was.
Your urge to kick Dee increased with the passing second.
"And of course, the party was at Drysdale's house" the blood under your face was bubbling. "So there's no way that's my baby because she would never betray me like that, right?" Ransom was Ari's arch nemesis.
The major fellows continuously rivaled each other in grades and their respective sports. While your boyfriend was the football captain, Ransom was that of the basketball team and there was even a rumor that they had initially competed for the title your boyfriend now held all throughout their freshman year. Since Ransom refused to be subordinate to Ari, he had left shortly after losing to him and had joined the team he captained now.
But Ransom had always been so nice to you it didn't feel right being mean to him!
Or yes, perhaps he was a tad bit too nice.
You were naive and Ari was overprotective.
Another story rolled on. Dee had the camera in selfie mode as she pressed her cheeks against Steve's -her boyfriend-, who was nuzzling against her and laughing at you along with her. You were having a chug off with– you wanted to facepalm with all the strength you had.
Fucking hell, you did not even remember meeting Ransom let alone having a beer race with the guy! And now there was footage of the event you had blanked out in your unhappy Daddy's phone!
Why had he even hung out with your group for that long?!
"This girl is gonna get in soooo much trouble!" Steve tipsily pointed at you as you drunkenly cheered and waved in the camera upon being shown, grabbing another bottle from your boyfriend's rival but only sipping at it now. In your defense, you did not remember the Ransom bits because you couldn't care less for the guy and you were probably too drunk by the time he found your group.
"Shhhh, it's a secret, guys…" Dee pretended to whisper into the camera. "Ari doesn't know she's here, we excluded him from our stories!" The football captain was a renowned campus topper so it didn't need any more explanation than that.
How said captain managed to keep up with all of his obligations, was a popular mystery.
"And she's gonna be one sorry little girl when he finds out" Steve spoke like the loyal friend that he was to Ari, both his substitute captain and childhood best friend. His girlfriend laughed and switched to back-camera again to show you. "He's not gonna be happy, you know?" The blonde man was heard speaking to you as though you were a child and you were glaring at him exactly like one.
"I am a big girl!" You scowled as you shot back, cheeks puffed and arms crossed. "And if he's gonna be unhappy then that's just too bad!" Dee had told you that her boyfriend shared the same old fashioned thoughts as your Daddy regarding certain things. "Because I don't CARE! He's not here and I am!" You giggled into the camera as you stumbled closer, your nose colliding with the lens as your whole group laughed with you. Then, as though you hadn't damned yourself enough, you grabbed the camera and looked into it. "Sorry not sorry, Daddy! If you mind so much… come and stop me? Oh, what's that?!" You winced and cringed at the girl in the video -you- as she put her hand behind her ear to 'listen' better. "You can't?! Because you don't even know?! Oh–" the phone was snatched from you with a cackle and the story ended abruptly along with the music and laughter.
How the hell did you not remember any of that?!
Your face was hot in embarrassment.
And what the hell would you even do that for?!
"Huh" Ari snorted as he cocked his head to the side. "Did you hear that, baby? They were talking about me" you looked anywhere but at the smug man, praying for your ass and wellbeing. "But since there's only one me and I only have one baby…" You gulped as you gingerly detached yourself from him and tried to move away only to fail. Daddy had a near death grip on your butt.
His suspicions from yesterday had just been confirmed. Ari could read you like a book and he had noticed something was off about your behavior yesterday. To which you had denied by brushing his questions off and assuring him that everything was fine.
Only…
Your heart was hammering against its cage in panic. Clearing your throat after nervously chuckling a little, you tried to politely twist free from his rough hands. "Y- You're right, Daddy… that's n- not me" now why would you say that?! As Ari raised an amused eyebrow at your sheer audacity, you went to stand.
"Is that so, little girl?" And then you dared to nod, only digging your grave deeper.
"Yeaah… Oh! I think my phone's-" you tried to make a run for it but one heavy arm wrapped around your form to make you stay put.
"Oh, yes" much to your horror, Ari took your phone out from his other pocket now. "Your phone, how could I forget?" Unlocking the screen showing a picture of you two cuddled up on a camping trip, Ari tapped on your Snapchat app. "I am so proud of you for following all your rules and studying hard yesterday, baby" he said as he tapped through your many stories from last night before swiping to story settings to find him crossed out. "I really treasure the trust we have built in this relationship" that made you lower your head, his disappointed voice enough for your throat to tighten. Now he tapped on your Instagram and went to a pending tag request. "And the mutual respect is just off the charts" your eyes stung and bottom lip wobbled when he pressed at said request.
Ransom had tagged you in a selfie he had posted with you, the both of you posing with your drinks. The caption read 'Saturday night shenanigans' and there were comments from his friends about– of fucking course.
No wonder he had clung to your group like a leech after spotting you amongst them last night!
He had used you to one up Ari.
You opened your mouth to speak and raked your tired mind for excuses. But none came. When you slowly looked up at your pissed off boyfriend, you sniffled in defense and gulped down the huge bile that had formed in your throat. His anger was justified. What was he to make of all this?
You would have reacted in a much worse manner had you been in his place.
Hell, you actually had ghosted him for a whole week early on in your relationship once because some cheerleader was getting too handsy with him.
That was before Ari had taught you how to communicate.
Jeez, he knew everything, didn't he?
Why couldn't you just shut up and obey your Daddy without question because he clearly knew best?!
"I… s- so sorry, Daddy…" His face was stern; features hard and eyes a dull disappointed blue instead of the usual intelligent bright coral. You tried to say more but shame strangled you and your bottom lip wobbled again. "Sorry…" Turning around in his arms and placing yourself flat against his lap, you couldn't help but pout. You wanted to say more, you really did. But no words came.
Ransom's stupid post had closed all paths to easy redemption.
He was so dead!
You just knew Daddy was not going to let him get away this time.
"Are you?" The arm that faced your back laid down along its length, his elbow firmly digging between your shoulder blades to nail you in place. "Or are you only saying it because you got caught and are in trouble now?" A hiss left you when he squeezed your ass and caught an old bruise in his grip.
"N- No, Daddy!" You whined. "R- Really do m–" your words were sucked out of your throat in a gasp when Ari gave a particularly hard pull to one of your cheeks, causing your pucker to painfully stretch sideways in the process.
"I am sorry, what was that?" You pouted.
He got so mean during punishments!
Yet, you could feel your special parts bubble up to life. "R- Really do mean that I am s- sorry, Daddy!"
The older only hummed. "Good" before his calloused fingers disconnected with your ass cheek only to come down on it with a heavy smack a few moments after. "You should be." A loud grunt left you as one of your feet kicked up defensively.
"Oh!"
Ari hummed as he drew his hand back and then brought it down again, your cheeks jiggling in the process. "Yes, oh" the sarcasm was making your cheeks burn even hotter. But as his hand worked on your poor little butt that was sure to have started blushing even in its still clothed state -which were some panties that you wore under one of your boyfriend's huge shirts-, you realized that things were yet to get worse.
Much worse.
"Lying" five smacks followed that and you jumped with each one. "Sneaking out" each of your cheeks received a spank before your naturally wet panties -Ari was to fully blame here, his existence alone triggered you- were peeled off with a click of his tongue before six repetitive strikes were administered to your now blushing and much nude butt. "Staying up past curfew!"
"Sorry, Daddy!" You could do nothing but helplessly grip his leg and lay ass up at his mercy.
"Oh, already, little girl?" Ari's calloused palm was relentless as it continued to collide with your fleshy cushions after being pulled back up in air to produce as much force as possible. "But I have barely even started with you yet" you kicked your legs to help and fight the pain of his harsh slaps, your spoiled little butt jiggling feverishly with each hit.
"Oh, nooooo!" You couldn't help but sink your teeth down into the hard muscle of his lap when a particularly hard thump fell directly atop your pucker and made you feel as though it had shattered the rim.
Ari was a really strong guy after all.
"Oh, yes" your boyfriend taunted as he paused his hits to harshly squeeze one of your cheeks before pulling it away from the center and creating space between your legs. "You disobey Daddy, lie to him and break his rules to go to a party that–" your lips formed into an 'O' shape as you arched your back and nearly mewled in response when he cupped his free hand against the curve of your blushing ass, fingers tapping against your moist core. "Ransom fucking Drysdale is hosting," your tingling pussy was now beginning to warm up due to his incessant pats. "And then as if that's not enough, you party with him and fucking post about it–"
"Ouchie, Daddy!" You cried out when he pulled his hand out from between your ass cheeks only to resume the spanking. "Please!" You were sure that your whines and pleads were going to wake the girls up.
… Not that it would be the first time that they would overhear you getting absolutely railed or punished to fuck and back.
"Oh, and let's not forget hiding your silly little social media star adventures from your Daddy!" Your eyes were starting to tear up from how badly your poor ass was throbbing.
"Swear I am sorry, Daddy!" Ari clicked his tongue when you tried to get away, placing a firm hand on the small of your back to keep you trapped and meek. It continued like that for a couple minutes and it was only when you were afraid his next hit would draw blood did he stop.
Only…
"Dirty little girl" Ari grunted as he moved down and onto your soaking pussy now. "Making a mess all over the fuckin' place while she's being punished, tsk" your bottom lip wobbled as you blinked away stars that the heavy slap had caused. "Is your silly little brain too stupid to understand that this is not playtime, huh little girl?" The tenderness in his mocking words made you the wrong kind of warm and before you knew you it, tears were streaming down your face due to how exposed and sensitive you felt.
"... N- No, Daddy" you sniffled and he snorted. "N- Not playtime…" Your mouth quivered.
"Ah, great. The good old academy award performance!" Your features scrunched and you sobbed out loud at that, trembling when Ari slapped your core again. "How could we leave that out!"
"R- Really do mean it, D- Dada!" Your boyfriend tutted before connecting another strike to your vulnerable folds.
"Is that why you're leaking like a dumb little slut?" Your eyes clenched shut as you anticipated yet another spank but were surprised when one of his fingers pressed into your leaking slit instead. "Because you're so sorry?" Your body tensed and fingers tightened around his leg regardless of the suddenness, whilst his invaded and explored your narrow passage of flesh.
"Daddy…" Your head fell limp as you hissed, clenching around his finger as it slowly pumped in and out of you.
"Do you think you deserve to feel good after you humiliated your Daddy like that, little girl?" Your frantic breaths got heavier and more labored as his finger gained momentum. "Making all those asinine big girl speeches and daring your Daddy to participate in your kiddy little games like he has the time?" You could only shake your head as you sucked on your thumb since it had snuck its way into your mouth out of habit, willing your hips closer to your relief.
But Ari knew your greed too well.
And his thick digit was pulled out of you with a loud and devastating plop to which you reacted with a sharp turn of your head, gaping up at him with your teary eyes with shock painfully evident on your face.
The male shook his head with a sigh. "You really thought I was gonna let you off the hook just like that?"
"B- But…"
"But, what?" The edge of his words along with the intimidating raise of an eyebrow killed all your protests in your throat.
"N- Nothing, Da–" You hicupped. "D- Daddy."
"Hm, that's what I thought" Ari nodded sarcastically as he kept his eyes on you but continued to torture your pussy with the lightest of rubs and prods for a short frustrating while. "Get your backpack" you whimpered at his tone which was still as harsh as ever.
He was still very much upset.
"Y- Yes, Daddy" lifting your body off his and onto your feet, you couldn't help but lower your head in shame as you waddled away while biting your lip to hold back your sniffles.
Grabbing the carelessly discarded backpack from a corner of your room, you rubbed your stinging eyes as you walked back to your giant of a man, your shoulders trembling into a shake as you tried to breathe and were forced into a hiccup instead.
Ari didn't take it from you when you held it out to him, as not per usual. "Take out a practice notebook and a pencil" oh, fucking shit. Your eyes welled up with tears again when he refused to acknowledge your puppy dog eyes, instead crossing his huge arms over his broad chest and raising an eyebrow at you, "well?"
You opened your mouth to try and plead your case but his unimpressed expression made you close your mouth momentarily before finally uttering out a quiet, "Y- Yes, Daddy."
You were not graced with a good girl today. Instead, your boyfriend rested his back against the couch and watched you squirm under his dark, intense gaze while carrying out the order. As your hands shakily fiddled with the zippers of the bag, you contemplated whether to whine and pout your way into getting him to melt. But then a bitter flashback of the image Ransom had posted heated your cheeks and you couldn't help but lower your head in complete defeat.
When you had finally fished out the items he had asked for in the most awkward and downright pathetic manner -as you dropped multiple things a couple times before fulfilling the seemingly basic task-, you nervously shifted your weight onto one foot, silently holding the items out to him again.
Usually, he made the makeshift quiz paper himself.
But.
Ari was not in the mood to pamper you in any way. Well, that's what you got for vehemently lying to him all day yesterday when he was being so loving and sweet. He had even offered to come over and go to sleep together all cuddled up. To which you had made some half-assed lame excuse.
Your boyfriend's next orders were to open a new page and jot down a question which basically asked for a summary of all the academic tasks he had planned for you yesterday. You gulped to yourself as you pondered whether to confess or pretend to solve the contents that you didn't even bother to look over let alone study.
In your humble opinion, only geeks studied during the weekends.
But one look at Ari's face and you knew your only option was the latter. Because you could not take disappointing him yet again so soon.
Though deep down you knew it was inevitable after what you had done.
So, off you went pretending to write into the page while trying to hide it from him, desperately raking your mind for any information similar to the keywords. Except you forgot that you could never win against your boyfriend who was now reaching for your elbow. Your whine turned into a grunt when your throbbing butt cheeks were not only lowered to make you sit on his lap so he could look at what you were doing, but the material of his clothes grazed against your sensitive skin. And then his fat tip prodded against your swollen pussy.
You weren't allowed any time to adjust -not that you needed any, courtesy of his cruel punishment- before you were lowered all the way down on his angry red leaking cock. Despite your attempts to be as quiet as possible to keep his annoyance in check as much as could be managed at this point, you cried out at the intrusion.
Your boyfriend was way too big for you not to.
The skin of your impaler was hot and rigid, erect in long and thick cable-like patterns in certain places, the top grazing against your most sensitive part and causing the formation of neon stars in your vision while the even thicker base violated your intimate part like it was meant to be treated that way. Your heartbeat was in your ears.
"Well?" Ari's taunt was nearly breathless. "What are you waiting for?" Right. His beard tickled your arm as his cheek pressed against it to have a better look at your nonexistent work. "Go ahead."
You had gotten so carried away by the much needed penetration, that you had momentarily forgotten about the object of your doom that stared up at your hot face blankly from its position in your hands. Though as you went to begin your little game of pretend for just until you could ride his dick -or just rub against it- into relieving the ache between your legs, your boyfriend's heavy arms wrapped around your waist and restricted any and all movement, his warm chest pressing into your back.
Your mouth fell open when you felt Ari press your stomach inwards against his cock, its ridge pressing up into you with the full intent of now intruding you even deeper. His throaty chuckle spent vibrations up your pussy and spine alike from where he connected with you.
"You seriously didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you, little girl?" Your lips wobbled into a pout as you whined softly, feeling sweat break out on your skin as you struggled to write, then erase, scribble a meaningless half sentence and then rub it clean with the eraser once more.
When you didn't respond and instead took your frustration out on the poor paper that was yet to see something substantial, Ari threw his head back and gave a loud laugh. The action caused formation of another series of cruel reverberations that were still not the required friction but enough to edge you on and you cried out in exasperation, crossing a word out this time because your patience had had it with the eraser though the force you used to do so caused the nib to break.
"Huh, you did think it was gonna be that easy!" You resisted the urge to fling the notebook across the room, instead half turning to whimper at him in a pleading manner.
"P- Please, Daddy…" His blue eyes ignored your glassy ones and instead traveled to the notebook in your hand.
"Hm, let's see what we have here so far…" Unwrapping one arm to hold the bunch of binded papers that was dangling from your hands at this point, Ari hummed. "Nothing, how surprising" you didn't think it possible for him to sound any more disappointed than he had already done but here you were.
"Daddy, I am sorry!" Your frustrated whine was loud enough for him to finally look at you and that with a challenging twinkle in his eye. "I- I mean…" Biting your lip, you couldn't help but lower your head, unable to hold his gaze in these kinds of situations. Ari Levinson was an intimidating man, boyfriend or not. "I- I am sorry that I broke almost all the rules–"
"Almost?" You bit your tongue and tried to reach for his hand but were denied the pleasure.
"Sorry, sir…" Taking a deep breath to calm yourself and try to clear your clouded head, you continued. "I am sorry that I b- broke all my rules yesterday" his silence and lack of movement signaled that your offense required more rectification than this. "I am sorry for not being honest and l- lying about everything that I did wrong and– ah~" a sensual whine forced itself out of your throat when his cock suddenly twitched between your walls.
"Go on" maybe he was liking this. Perhaps this was the way.
It had to be.
You had fucked up enough for a month and redemption was a vital need.
"A- And…" Your heart rate picked up even more. "I am s- sorry for not listening to you about Ra-" your heart jumped when his body tensed and you had to recompose yourself before continuing. "... About R- Ransom. You were r- right and I should have trusted your word because Daddy always means well…" You could make out his growing smirk from your peripheral.
"Oh, is that so?" You whined.
"I am sorry, please! I get it! I will never question your word ever again, I promise!" Because that was what this was about, the extra cruelty anyways. "J- Just please…" Your opening was so sore.
It was crazy how good he was at holding himself back.
You were too impatient for edging.
"Please, what?"
"Please use me, Daddy…" You dared to peak up at him through your lashes. "N- Need you so bad…"
"But big girls don't need Daddies" you could scream out at this point.
"I am not big, Daddy! I promise!" Your voice finally broke and tears came flowing down in frustration, his arm still not allowing your hips any movement. "I… D- Daddy's dumb little baby… dunno anything…" Leaning closer to him, you were glad to finally be allowed his hand when you reached out for it yet again. "N- Need him t- to think for me… and take c- care of me…"
Ari sighed and stayed quiet for a few moments before speaking, hopefully contemplating whether you had suffered enough or not.
Preferably the former.
And then. "Because you can't do it on your own?" You shook your head eagerly. "Because you're such a silly little baby that your useless mind needs Daddy to make all the decisions?" Oh, yes.
"Y- Yes, Daddy. B- Baby is too stupid to know w- what's good for her" your pussy clenched around him at your own words, causing his eyes to darken.
Ari nodded in agreement. "That's right. Nothing without your old man, are you?" Oh, God. You clenched again at his words and hummed in agreement, unable to form any words this time around and ducking your head down to press your lips to his neck submissively. "You need me, don't you, little girl? To make even the simplest of decisions for you" the notebook and pencil were taken from you before being discarded on the couch. "Tell you when you need to eat, sleep, wake up, go potty, study…" He moved effortlessly with you still clamped on his cock, moving you both down against the coffee table, you on your hands and knees as he straddled you from behind. "Who to speak to, who to stay away from, where to go" your eyes fluttered close as you felt him move inside you, humming along his words. "What to do at what time…" With one firm hand on your hip, Ari gathered your hair into the free one. "When to breathe…" He whispered once he had pulled you closer by your hair, holding your throat with his free hand.
You gulped and clenched around him again, eyes rolling up momentarily. "P- Please, Daddy~" you squeaked out helplessly.
"What do you want, baby?" The male still refused to move. "Use your words for Daddy."
"N- Need you, Daddy" you tried to rock yourself against him but the attempt was in vain. "Please, Daddy. Need you so bad!"
"And how do you need me, baby?" You groaned when he curved your body with the grip he had on your hair even more, causing your body to jut outwards and his dick to change position.
"Every way, Daddy!" You were on the verge of breaking out into sobs again. "Please, Daddy! Please, use me!" You reached behind to tap and feel for his arm, your fingers curling around it when you found it. "Any way you want, Daddy! Please, please, use me! Need you so bad…" As you squeezed his wrist you realized that anything would do at this point.
You just needed him to fuck into you regardless of the position.
You would cum wet or dry all the same.
"Any way I want, huh?" His hand let go of your throat to reach for your tits as his chest draped over your sweaty back. You could only nod out with a whine, nether regions in extreme need of relief. "What about… dirty little baby slut getting fucked like the little cockwore that she is for her Daddy?" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he finally moved his hips, causing you to whimper out loud, arms trembling as the upper half of your body threatened to give out against the cold floor. "Being reminded of her little place?" You groaned aloud in agreement, moving your head back until it was pressing into the crook of his neck, back arching when he twisted one of your nipples.
"Yes, please~" you breathlessly whimpered, feeling your knees shake when a loud plop sound resonated against the wooden floorboards behind you as Ari's thrusts gained some speed, your hot slick hanging and thumping out of your weeping pussy and onto the ground.
"How she can't even– shut up" your head lolled to the side when your boyfriend tugged at your scalp with the grip he had on your hair to turn your face sideways. "Shut the fuck up. Not one word. You have had more than enough undeserved speaking privileges for a few weeks. Now Daddy will speak and you will only listen like the dumb little slut that you are" you pursed your lips tightly shut to hold yourself back from accidentally disobeying him. A harsh slap was addressed to your neglected boob. "Is that clear?" You jumped and gasped, the movement causing his tip to pound against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Nod if you understand" you cried out in response to how your nipple was pulled.
Fighting the urge to verbally respond, you hurriedly nodded and bit your lip in anticipation.
"Tsk, would you look at this stupid little baby…" Ari's voice was gravelly as he tutted at you, increasing the pace of his thrusts to his typical slut pounding rhythm now from the previous one which was more of a smooth, velvety intrusion that was sometimes for torture and sometimes to get you to adjust. "Can't even fuckin' breathe without my permission" his hand followed his words and enclosed around the shape of your neck again. "But tries to act all big and independent in front of her silly little friends, tsk" the sound of skin slapping against skin was getting louder by the second, your delayed orgasm quickly rebuilding itself through the pressure and haze Ari's denials had caused your insides.
"S- Sorry, Daddy!" Your knees were literally squeaking against the floorboards at this point and you just knew that you were gonna be very sore everywhere tomorrow.
"I told you to shut up" his rhythm changed to long and hard penalizing jabs as he pulled your collapsing body back up by your hair and sat up on his knees, now fucking up your tight cavern. "Stupid little baby slut" Ari's grip on your throat disappeared for a few seconds to land a slap on your wet cheeks. You hadn't even noticed that you had started crying from the intensity of it all. "Can't even carry out basic tasks" now your other cheek was made to share the same heat as your body bounced all the way to his ridge only to come gliding all the way down and onto his heavy ballsack with loud squelches. Though it was all happening so fast you could barely keep up or comprehend it.
"Stop with that mouth breathing" your nails dug into the skin of the arm he was using to suspend your head upwards, the other set pressing into the palm he wrapped around your throat now. "Disobedient little whores like you don't deserve that" and then he finally squeezed, restricting you of what little way of coping you had been clinging on to deal with this prostate shattering pounding. "Think you deserve to breathe after what you've done?" His words were nearly venomous.
Though this much cruel final loss of autonomy caused the hundreds of knots that had formed in your abdomen to finally explode and your loins boiled over. Your tense body fell limp against his and color drained out of your face, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clenched around his cock and milked it subconsciously.
Ari was breathless himself as he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Did I say you could cum?" He let go of your throat when you began to lose consciousness and forced you back to the present. "Tsk, only you would dare to cum when you weren't even allowed to speak" but then how were you supposed to ask? That was just it.
This was why you did not piss Ari Levinson off.
Now he moved your upper half onto the floor and laid your head against it so your cheek pressed against the cold wooden boards as you numbly blinked out the stars in your vision, feet cold and mind too fucked out to process anything. Your ears were ringing so you could barely make out any of his insults and heart was thumping with such heaviness in quick intervals that you could feel it against the skin of your chest. Although only faintly.
Ari widened your thighs and lifted them off the floor to position himself even better against you. So you were nothing but an actual fuck doll for him to use. But before he began the ultimate battering of your hot and wet walls that had relaxed by now, Ari moved one of his legs out and reached for your head with his foot to both lock you in place as well as to reach you the deepest he could.
A shiver escaped you when you felt his heavy foot place against the side of your head and push your cheek deeper into the ground. Then one of his hands gathered both your arms into it and bundled them on your lower back. Last was his free hand which smacked both your cheeks before he grabbed a handful of one your hips.
And then the pummelling began. Your body slid, slipped, collapsed, nearly gave out and faded into unconsciousness multiple times as Ari fucked you so hard that both the sound and smell of raw flesh colliding filled the entire room until nothing else remained.
It was all so much that your mind gave up trying to comprehend it. The only thing you could decipher now was Daddy; inside, outside, under and above. And though Ari had fucked you probably beyond dumbness at this point, you felt your body -that was working independent of your mind now- curve when your pussy clenched again and you got wetter, hitting another orgasm when your boyfriend's hot seed exploded into your cavern and overflowed the narrow space.
"Look at you, baby." Ari panted as he pounded his orgasm out into you, his animalistic thrusts causing little droplets of both your cum to fly everywhere. "You look so perfect in your slutty little habitat. So completely fucked out under Daddy's foot, barely conscious yet inviting all the same." It took him a few moments to slow down and finally stop.
Though when he finally did, he reached for his phone and turned his camera on to record pulling his monstrous girth out of your battered pussy, snorting at the sight of your pucker winking at him defensively as your pussy dripped of his seed, the abused hole gaping open submissively.
"Tsk, tsk. What a slutty little baby I have here" Ari tutted as he watched you through the camera, squeezing your bruised ass before landing a harsh slap on it and causing both the cheeks to jiggle as well as some of his cum to plop down onto the floor. "Making all this mess on the floor like a dumb little slut who has no control over her body…" Now he moved the lens towards you and zoomed in on your face, pushing your face into frame with his foot. "Do you have any control over your body, baby?" When you just blinked up at the camera, he snorted. "You may use your words now, come on."
"... N- No, Daddy…" You croaked out softly.
"Who does?"
"Y- You do, s- sir…" Ari's smile was finally one of pure satisfaction.
"That's fuckin' right" another smack was addressed to your ass. "And you better fuckin' remember that next time you want to be a sneaky little disobedient lying brat" you could only nod submissively as you stared into the camera, feeling him move away before he pulled you up by your hair and sat you on your knees to face the camera properly.
"I- I will, Daddy. Th- Thank you." You wanted to look down and not at the camera but you did not want to take any chances.
You were so close.
"Hm," Ari caressed your cheek with the back of his hand before softly moving your hair out of your face. "Maybe I should post this on the campus forum, huh? Since you like being a little social media star so much, huh baby?" Your boyfriend cupped the side of your face now and wiped away your drying tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Would you like that? Everyone seeing how good you can be for Daddy?"
There was only one answer to that question. "W- Whatever you think is best, Daddy" your voice was hoarse as you looked up at him from the camera now, moving your face sideways to kiss the hand that was caressing you.
"There's my girl" a condescending pat was given to your cheek before Ari cut the video off and stood to his feet to fix up himself before putting his phone away. "You're coming with me. I've had enough of this silly cat and mouse chase." The edge of his tone made you whimper.
"Yes, Daddy."
Ari hummed before bending down to hold his arms out for you. "Now come here" your bottom lip wobbled as you used whatever little strength you had left and flung yourself in his direction with grabby hands that he easily caught and lifted you like the baby you were with little to no effort.
"I am s- so sorry, Daddy" you wrapped your limbs around him and whimpered into his soft hair gratefully, resting your tired head on his broad shoulder. "Really am."
"I know, baby. You took your punishment well, I am proud of you." His ticklish kiss was tender against your sweaty temple as he slung your now packed bag over his other shoulder and made his way to your room to pack your other things. "Rest that pretty little head now, Daddy's got you." Before he pushed one of your pacis in your mouth: a shiny yellow one shaped like a duck, and tucked your favorite candy doll under the arm you held out for it with a barely audible whine.
The party girl was gone and only the little girl remained, enveloped in her Daddy's loving hold as she drifted off to sleep.
Tag List 🩷; @goodkittyspost @loklaufeysonssgodess @emerald-writes @milknhonies @teen-wolfsydia @identity2212 @i-heart-anne-b00nchoy @hazycottagedreams @lokislady82 (can't tag you lovelies :()
#ari levinson#ari levinson smut#ari levinson x y/n#ari levinson imagine#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female reader#ari levison x reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson x black!reader#chris evans#chris evans characters#chris evans character fanfiction#chris evans character x reader#chris evans smut#ari levinson one shot#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans imagines#chris evans x smut#chris evans x you#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x reader#chris evans x y/n#ari levinson angst#chris evans imagine
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Sugar Fix
Summary: Your poor attempt at a joke lands you in hot water with your man. Takes place directly after the events in Sweet Tooth and Sweet Tooth Deluxe.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Discussions of Poor Body Image, Arguing, Manhandling, Mentions of Punishment, Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Spanking, Oral Sex (fem rec), Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Written for @writer84. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
“God, that was good.” You lean back in your seat, lazily stretching your arms over your head. Your man smiles as he dutifully picks up your plate before briefly giving into temptation long enough to press a tender kiss against your lips.
“Mm.” Ari hums low in his throat as he repeats the action once more. “Glad you enjoyed it, baby. Still find it hard to believe that you’d never had chocolate chip pancakes before today.”
“Hey! You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You pout, reaching out to swat his perfectly sculpted ass, which was now unfortunately hiding beneath a pair of black sweatpants. At least he’d forgotten to put on a shirt.
Mostly because you were wearing it.
“And I’m not.” Your man chuckles while adding your dishes to the growing pile in your sink. “I’d never do something so foolish. Especially since we only just made up.” He tosses a wink at you over his shoulder.
Yeah, and that was mostly your fault.
“I am really sorry about that.” You murmur, feeling a twinge of regret over having subjected your man to several days of the silent treatment. “I should’ve talked to you about that whole business with Charline.”
“Water under the bridge, baby.”
Resting your chin on your hand, you watch as your bounty hunter busies himself with filling the sink with hot water and dish soap. Some days it still floored you that you were seeing a man who didn’t put up a fuss about cooking. Or cleaning for that matter.
“I just meant that I’m in no hurry to have you toss me out on my ass again just yet.” He continues while sudsing up one of the new sponges you’d left laying on the counter. “That’s all I was saying, little Bird.”
“Well that wouldn’t be very hospitable of me, now would it?” You’re quick to counter, allowing your gaze to drop to your bare knees. “Seeing as you were kind enough to break into my home and cook me breakfast.”
“I had a key.” He snorts dismissively.
“Yeah, one that you stole!” You fire back, doing your best to hide your grin. “From me!”
“What the hell does any of that matter if you were already gonna–” He cuts himself off with a shake of his head before deciding to change tactics. “Look sweetheart, if you wanna argue about semantics can you at least wait until we’re both naked?”
“I guess so.” Comes your breezy reply as you fiddle with the hem of Ari’s t-shirt. Granted the fit was much too big for you, but it didn’t change the fact that you loved how wearing it made you feel. There really was something to be said for being surrounded by the heady scent of your man.
“Thank you.” Ari grunts before returning his attention to the stack of dishes in need of a good scrub. “Did you have enough to eat? Can’t have you wastin’ away on me.”
“Sure did.” You beam at him, content to sit back and enjoy the view. No man should be allowed to look that flippin’ sexy while doing simple household chores.
“Good.”
“To be honest, I didn’t even realize I was that hungry until I took that first bite. I suppose that’s what I get for not really eating…” You trail off when Ari turns toward you, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours. “...much over the last couple days.”
Your pulse speeds up as you watch your Bounty Hunter brace his still-wet hands on the edge of the counter. Which is when you belatedly realize that you probably should’ve kept that tidbit of information to yourself.
“Little Bird?”
“Yes, sugar?” You can’t help but wince at the way he says your name. Even still, you decide to stand up, hoping to distract him from the direction his thoughts were taking. “Want some help drying those plates? Because I don’t mind–”
“When was the last time you ate something?” He cocks his head to the side, almost like he’s studying you while he waits for your answer. “And before you get cute on me, baby, I’m talkin’ about before today.”
You can feel yourself physically wilt as you weigh your options. While you tended to believe that honesty was the best policy, sometimes being too honest had the tendency to get you in trouble with your man.
“I had some toast the other–”
“A full meal.” Ari swiftly interrupts, clearly not in the mood to mince words.
“Well, if you really must know…” Crossing your arms over your chest, you prepare to stand your ground. “I haven’t found myself with much of an appetite lately.” You sniff, ignoring the way his nostrils flare. “Probably on account of our tiff.”
Okay, now that was absolutely true. Because whether this man realized it or not, he had a knack for always making sure you ate at least one proper meal before the day’s end. With him out of the picture, you hadn’t really had any desire to eat.
Instead of responding, Ari turns to stare out the window, quietly sucking on his teeth as he does. You knew without asking that he was working to rein in his temper before he spoke again, lest he say the wrong thing and start another fight.
“C’mon Beast, it’s really not a big deal.” You shrug, biting your thumb as will him to cast a glance your way. “Besides, I’m pretty sure these hips could stand to miss a meal or two.”
While it was certainly a poor attempt at levity, you felt that one of you had to do something to lighten the mood. You startle when Ari suddenly throws down the sponge into the sink, sending water splashing everywhere.
You watch him slowly dry his hands with a nearby towel before tossing it aside in favor of bridging the distance between you. Good sense and the need for self-preservation has you backing up; however, you scarcely make it two steps before you feel your butt collide with your kitchen table. But your bounty hunter doesn’t stop moving until he’s standing directly in front of you.
“What was that?” He asks without an ounce of friendliness in his tone. In fact, his question comes out sounding more like a dare than anything else. “I reckon I’m a little hard of hearing these days.”
Later, you would kick yourself for taking the bait.
“Ahem.” Clearing your throat, you can’t help but notice the clench of his jaw. “I said that these hips – my hips – could probably stand to miss a meal.” You repeat, giving him your best prim and proper tone.
Sometimes the facts weren’t up for discussion.
Moving with a speed that belies his size, Ari manages to wrap one brawny arm around your waist before using his considerable strength to pin you face down against the kitchen table. Shocked by this sudden mistreatment, you open your mouth fully prepared to protest, only to snap it shut the moment you feel a cool breeze ghost across your bare backside.
“Try again, sweetheart.” The lawman grunts before delivering a hearty smack to your ass, eliciting a rather undignified screech from you. “Oh? I’m afraid I still didn’t quite catch that.”
“There’s no need to act like a brute!” You cry as you struggle against his impossible hold. “It’s not right for you to–ahh fuck!” You damn near lose it when his heavy palm connects with your traitorous cunt, the sound of the wet slap echoing throughout the room.
In that very moment, that sweet bite of pain had never felt so good.
“Ah, sweetness.” Ari coos, a hint of mocking laughter curling around his tone. “Could’ve sworn I’d fucked some sense into you earlier this morning. Are you tellin’ me my work still isn’t done?”
You think back to something he’d said when he was busy fucking you senseless. He’d said, or snarled as it were, that you needed a Sir or a Daddy to help keep you in line. At the time you’d assumed that he’d simply got caught up in the heat of the moment. But now…
Apparently it takes you too long to answer because his next smack has you rising on your toes. You clench your thighs together, desperate to ignore your body’s response. Although it does little to stop your man from wedging a proprietary hand between them anyway.
“Now is not the time to go quiet on me, little Bird.”
He gently cups your most intimate flesh before expertly parting your messy folds with his thick fingers. A soft cry escapes when he lightly pinches your swollen clit, making your hips buck.
Sweet Christ! You honestly had no idea just how much you actually enjoyed being manhandled until you crossed paths with this guy.
“All I was trying to do was answer your question!” You grit out, doing your best to ignore the filthy wet squelch of his palm colliding against your core once more, causing a fresh wave of arousal to dampen your thighs.
“And I didn’t much care for your answer.” Ari hums, taking a moment to lazily pet your now glistening cunt.
And who’s fault was that? Just because the man thought he owned the rights to your body didn’t give him the authority to…to…punish you like this. But when you inform him of that, the only response you get comes in the form of an annoying chuckle.
“I was joking, damn you – ooh!” You whine, stomping your foot for good measure – both of which manages to earn you another spank.
“But that’s just it, baby.” He rumbles, taking a break from further abusing your poor, overworked flesh. “Last I checked, jokes were supposed to be funny.” You press your face against the cool surface of the table as two sinful fingers playfully tease your entrance. “And talking shit about these curves ain’t funny, right?”
“Y-yes! I mean right.” In need of a little relief, you attempt to entice your man by wiggling your ass. But instead of doing as you bid, those same fingers soon find their way back to your swollen bundle of nerves, pinching just hard enough to get and hold your attention.
“Glad you think so.” He murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips along the sensitive shell of your ear as his free hand moves to rub soothing circles along your lower back. “And since I’ve finally got you in the mood to listen, how about we talk about something else?”
Instead of responding, you merely nod – giving him leave to get whatever the hell he wanted off of his perfectly sculpted chest.
“The next time you get the bright idea to shut me out without givin’ me a chance to plead my case, you had better do a damned good job respecting this gorgeous body while I’m on ice.” The air of danger in Ari’s husky purr has goosebumps rippling along your heated flesh. “Because if you don’t, I swear to God the moment you let me back in, I’m gonna do a lot more than spank this pretty pussy. You get me?”
Still unable to form words, you decide to let your body do the talking. Groaning low in your throat, you arch your hips and wiggle your ass, purposely grinding your cunt against his now drenched palm.
“Ah, sweetheart.” He rasps in approval, gently nipping your earlobe with his sharp teeth. “You get me. Yeah, you do.”
As a reward for your submission, Ari takes pity on you by slowly spearing his fingers inside your sopping wet core. Now it’s his turn to groan when he feels your velvety walls flutter around him, eagerly sucking him back in when he tries to pull out.
“Fuck if my girl ain’t got a greedy fucking pussy.” Your bounty hunter muses, more to himself than to you. “Are you sore? Need me to let you rest some more?”
In all reality, what he really wanted to do was splay you out on the table and kiss your puffy pussy lips until you were a sobbing, trembling mess. But he’d also settle for burying himself balls deep inside of you too.
Regardless of which one he chose, they both all but guaranteed that you’d remember this particular lesson for days to come. Because no one was allowed to talk shit about his beautiful Bird – not even you.
“Want you to fill me up again.” You tell him, meaning every word even as his expert touch threatens to rob you of breath. “Help me work up an appetite. Please, Sir.” You tack on the last bit, hoping that might be enough to tip your man over the edge.
Your now frantic pulse sings to new heights when you’re treated to the sound of Ari’s sweatpants hitting the floor behind you. Apparently he felt that you’d been punished long enough – something for which you were grateful.
You can’t help but whine when he finally removes his fingers, leaving your empty walls clenching around nothing but air. Anticipation fills you while you wait, expecting to feel the bulbous head of his cock glide its way through your slippery folds.
However, you’re surprised when he drops to his knees instead. His large, slightly calloused hands grip the backs of your thighs, forcing your legs apart just enough to make his intentions clear.
“How ‘bout you feed me first, greedy girl?” He growls, possessively nuzzling his nose along the soft skin of your inner thigh. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need all my strength to help your stubborn ass work up a proper appetite.”
“Oo-okaay!” Your legs threaten to give out when Ari’s wide, flat tongue begins lapping at your damp flesh, making a show of savoring your sweet honey. He holds you in place while he feasts, his subtle use of strength letting you know that your only job was to keep still and submit to his sensual assault.
“Mm...” Ari rumbles, enjoying every desperate little whine and whimper that makes its way past your lips. "Best meal I've had in days." Forgoing his need to breathe, he fully buries his head between your thighs, content to eat you from the back as if he had all the time in the world.
Which he did, especially now that make-up sex was once again back on the menu.
END
Unofficial Tag List
@katymae12344
@identity2212
@hisredheadedgoddess28
@blackhawkfanatic
@jamneuromain
@queerqueenlynn
@pono-pura-vida
@daykrisr999
@jamneuromain
@ninacutebee16
#cevansbrat0007 sweet renegade series#chris evans imagines#ari levinson imagines#chris evans fanfiction#ari levinson fanfiction#chris evans x you#ari levinson x you#chris evans x black!reader#ari levinson x black!reader#chris evans x woc!reader#ari levinson x woc!reader#chris evans x black reader#ari levinson x black reader#chris evans smut#ari levinson smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans x female!reader#chris evans x girlfriend!reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female!reader#ari levinson x girlfriend!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#ari levinson x yn#chris evans x yn#ari levinson x y/n#chris evans x y/n#ari levinson girlfriend!reader#chris evans x fem!reader#ari levinson x fem!reader#cevansbrat0007 fics
493 notes
·
View notes
Text
Nice and Tight
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans
Word Count: 1.6K.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!
I no longer have a taglist. Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘
I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.
This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.
“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”
Henry looked down at you and winked.
“What do you think, Dove?”
Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.
“Don’t be rude.”
Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.
“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”
Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.
“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”
Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.
The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.
You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.
They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.
You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.
“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”
He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.
“So lovely with your face like this…”
Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.
“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”
Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.
“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”
You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.
You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.
Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.
“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”
“Yessssss!”
Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.
“Holyyyyyyy…”
Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed
your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.
You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.
When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.
“You are such a wonder, Dove.”
Remarkable.”
“Ohhhhhh!”
You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.
Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.
“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”
You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.
“You sure that’s what you want?”
His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.
“Y-y-yes. Please!”
“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.
“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”
Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.
“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”
“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”
You felt like a queen.
“So be it.”
Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.
Chris started going harder and Henry
matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.
Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.
Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.
It was like you were one.
“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”
Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.
Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.
“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”
You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.
“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”
You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.
“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”
Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.
You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.
“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”
Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.
“Yes, Daddy.”
You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.
“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”
You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.
“Heavens…Dove...!”
“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”
Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.
You could become addicted.
The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.
You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.
“Fuck. Look at that.”
Chris’s eyes were glued to you.
“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”
His sky blue eyes were full of awe.
You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.
“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”
This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.
Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.
You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.
“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”
You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.
You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.
Oh shit.
“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”
Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.
“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”
You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.
No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.
The question was, what were you going to do about it?
What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔
Let me know!
#DJ’s No No November#chris evans#ask dj#chris evans smut#chris evans imagine#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x reader#henry cavill x female reader#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill x you#henry cavill smut#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill#henry cavill rpf#Chris evans x reader x Henry cavill#Henry cavill x reader x Chris Evans#the fit and the feel series#chris evans rpf
5K notes
·
View notes
Note
a request where chris evans fucks his girlfriend ,reader inside his trailer
Imagine you’re his makeup artist too. Just picture the amount of sneaky bullshit the two of you would get up to inside of his trailer.
Shake the Trailer
Pairing: Chris Evans x makeup artist!Reader
Warnings: 18+, sex, grinding, humping, praise-kink, light degradation, creampie, spit kink
w/c: 963
๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑
"Stop staring at me like that," you mumble, eyes locked on painting Chris' black ink tattoos with creamy foundation.
"Like what?" He pouts. You don't even have to look up to know he's poking out his lip, that infamous puppy dog face of his fighting to reel you in.
You're on your tippy toes, stretching to reach the top of his tall stature and Chris was loving every second of it. You looked so adorable with your furrowed eyebrows, tongue peeking from between your lips as you blended the beige foundation into his skin perfectly.
"Let's take a break," he murmurs, eyes trailing down your figure.
"Tapes start rolling in forty, Chris. We don't have time for breaks."
"But, angel..." He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
"But, nothing. And can you stop moving? It's already hard enough to reach you as is."
He releases a heavy sigh of defeat, his hand retreating to his side reluctantly. "I can sit if you'd like."
You smile, "thank you."
You follow Chris to the loveseat in the back of his trailer, gathering your supplies and dropping them back onto the floor. He plops down on the couch, watching eagerly as you tower over him, oblivious to the way he was soaking up your presence.
Fuck. You were just so perfect. His sweet little makeup artist and girlfriend bundled into one. Could you blame him for being insatiable? The moment your hands grazed his skin he could feel his cock stir, fighting the urge to shove you against the wall and make the entire trailer shake.
Without warning, he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist as your legs fall to his sides. "Better?" He asks, his voice deep with yearning.
You shake your head in disbelief, fighting off the wide smile blooming on your face. "Just keep your hands to yourself, Evans."
Chris nods, the smirk on his face replaced by an expression of seriousness. "Of course. Wouldn't want my pretty baby to lose focus."
๑ ⋆˚₊⋆────ʚ˚ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑
"Angel, please," Chris grunts. His head is thrown back, lips parted as you grind into his lap.
"No touching, remember?" You tease mockingly.
His hands clenched into fists, your soft moans taunting him devilishly. "C'mon, sweet girl. Let me feel you, please, baby."
You whine as his hips thrust into you vigorously, his clothed length poking underneath your skirt.
"I can't ruin the makeup, sweetheart," you counter, running your hands through his locks and pulling him towards your lips playfully.
"Screw the fucking makeup. You can redo it, C'mon, baby. Wanna feel your pretty walls, fuck. Makin' me so hard. Gonna fuck you so deep."
His cock is leaking beneath you, his spend sticking to his boxers. Chris ruts into you harder, his blue eyes glaring at you with need.
"Let me fill you up, angel. Dump all my cum into that tight cunt. I know you love being all messy, sweetheart. Cum dripping down your legs while I fuck my seed right back into you.”
You hold onto the sides of the couch for balance, the cushions hardly supporting you. You began to envision his burly arms wrapping around you, his arms trapping you against his warm skin. He always liked how small you were against him, your body in his full control.
"We shouldn't even be doing this, we're working," you mumble, voice hazy as you felt his cock hit your folds.
"Stop acting as if you care," he murmurs. "Just let me have you, angel. Cum all over my cock until you're fucking shattered."
You watch his eyes roll backward, his hands slipping underneath his boxers to jerk off. He strokes his cock quickly, his eyes struggling to stay focused on your movements.
More spend drips down his shaft, the wet spot growing larger until you can feel it against your thighs. "Oh, sweet girl, M'gonna cum, fuck M'gonna cum."
You elevate yourself, giving him room to slip his boxers off completely. His cock pops free, his tip glaring red and dripping. Quickly you push your panties to the side, guiding his member into your entrance and sinking onto his cock with ease.
Chris helplessly thrusts into you, moaning loudly as you grab his hands and place them around your waist. You muffle his noises with a kiss, saliva dripping down your chin as he cries out your name.
Ropes of cum shoot inside of you, his movements never faltering. He fucks you through his orgasm, eyes rolled back and arms hugging you against him. He fucks you like a doll, using your cunt as his own personal fuckhole.
He always liked to hold you close, possessively gripping your waist, shoving your face into his chest.
"All. Fucking. Mine." He bounces you on his cock frantically, his seed seeping from your hole and messily covering his lap. Fuck, he was so thick, breaching your hole and stretching it wide without care.
With one hand he holds you tightly, the other he cups your face, fingers slipping between your lips for you to suck on as he fucks his seed back into your tight channel.
You groan as he spreads your mouth open wider, a string of saliva dangling from his tongue and landing on yours before he embraces you in another kiss.
Your body begins to convulse from the action, your moans growing louder as you grip onto his shoulders for leverage.
"I've got you, sweet girl," Chris murmurs, his hands caressing your head into his neck. "I've always got you."
Your legs twitch as you squirt against him, liquid coating his groin and seeping downwards. Chris basks in your breathy moans, staring in awe as your lips part.
“Feel so good, angel,” Chris moans weakly. And before he realizes, he’s breaking down with you. His second orgasm meshes with your own until you're left clawing at his back. He shouts from the pain, his grip on you tightening as he empties his balls into you.
He doesn't bother pulling out, instead, he thrusts himself deeper, resting you on his cock so he could kiss your sweet lips.
“Look.” His eyes trail down to his chest, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Perfectly intact.”
#chris evans x reader#chris evans x you#chris evans smut#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x girlfriend!reader#chris evans x woc!reader#chris evans fic#chris evans fics
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
Need You Tonight
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!girlfriend!reader
Summary: You’re trying to give your boyfriend his Christmas present. If only he didn’t have company.
Warnings: minors dni, smut, oral, missionary sex
A/N: ngl the endings a little rushed cuz I really wanted to put this out. Titled after Need You Tonight by American Would have been out sooner but work was a lot this season. Anyway. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is unedited 🫣 Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)
——————————————————
Your friends had been right. What the hell was wrong with you. Here you were seeing a great guy like Steve and sure the two of you had agreed to take things slow but your vibrator was not cutting it now.
Besides you had no idea what to get him and your friends had talked you into this red lingerie set. About what a great gift it’d be for him while you were out Christmas shopping. And then you ended up spilling it all that it hadn’t happened yet.
And they looked at you like you were crazy.
You get it, but with Steve things didn’t need to be about sex. He wanted to take it as slow as you needed.
He’d been the perfect gentleman. Never asking you for too much. Willing to wait until the right time to take things to next levels. Honestly it was kind of nice to take all that pressure off, but you had needs. And you knew he could fulfill them.
So why keep beating around the bush.
Honestly this was something you’d always wanted to do. Steve was the kind of guy that deserved this energy. Was definitely the kind of guy you could see yourself settling down with. The kinda man that you could take him to mom and even she’d swoon. The kinda man you saved the big piece of chicken for.
And your pussy was tired of you pretending like you didn’t want him to touch you.
Maybe you shouldn’t have given into it. On one hand scared that you’d embarrassed yourself. Then on the other you were so horny that all you could think was fuck it. You’d gone slow enough by now.
Besides there was snow on the ground and all you wanted was for him to hold you as soon as the snow touched the ground. Then you kept thinking about him going from being his sweet self to something else entirely and now you couldn’t get it out of your head.
So now you were swallowing as you worked up the nerve to knock on his door. Dressed in way too little for the kind of weather that was outside telling yourself that you could so do this even if it meant freezing your nipples off. You could so seduce Captain America. No big deal.
You looked around making sure no one else could see you. Butterflies doing tricks in your stomach as you waited for him. Not like you didn’t know he was home.
“Y/N?” He asked. Surprised to see you when he opened the door. Especially to be standing in front of him wearing a trench coat. Stilettos on your feet. Makeup and hair done to perfection.
Obviously his first instinct was to think that maybe he forgot about something. Not helping it as he looked you up from head to toe. A girl like you standing on his doorstep at a time like this. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten his schedule mixed up.
“Hey,” you replied, with a smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but-,”
Steve relaxed a little when he realized it wasn’t that he’d missed anything. So he cut you off to say, “No, no. You’re always welcome here. You know that,” he said. Still not able to tear his eyes away from how fucking stunning you looked.
No he had to have missed something.
But honestly you were feeling kind of weird because yeah Steve was a really attractive man. Always well-groomed and polite, but also you could smell his cologne which was intoxicating.
If he wasn’t expecting you why did he look so good.
No. Steve wasn’t like that. By now he’d asked you to be his girlfriend and everything. You were official. He wouldn’t just do that. Right? Not when you’d been gushing to all your friends about him. Not when he’d been the first guy you’d ever gotten comfortable with. Shit this was not a good idea.
Well that was until he pulled you into a hug. Leaning down to press a quick kiss onto your lips. Like he was trying to be careful to not get your lipstick on him.
“You look really fucking pretty,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “I didn’t miss a date or anything, right?” He asked.
“No,” you replied looking up at him with your chin on his chest his arms snuggly around you. “I just wanted to see you,” you said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”
Steve furrowed his brow before kissing your forehead. “I mean… it’s not the best time,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”
Once again looking to make sure none of his neighbors could see you.
“Baby, it’s ok. I’m always happy to see you.”
He was just acting so normal even if anxiety was taking it’s course. It was now or never either way. “I just… I was thinking about some stuff and I…” you were trying to sound all husky and sexy and holy fuck you were hoping you were selling it, “wanted to give you your Christmas present early.”
Getting ready to undo the tie around your waist. Now or never. Now or never. Now or never.
“Wait, Babe, I-,” he started, stopping as the coat fell open. Exposing the lingerie you were wearing underneath. Steve not able to stop his jaw from dropping as he got a good look at you. Breasts confined to a red bra with a matching thong. Garter belt around your thighs.
He’d never seen that much of you. So to be seeing it like this… goddamn. Almost made him forget what he was going to say, which was a shame as he heard Tony says, “Well, damn, Cap, I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of party.”
——————————————————-
Tony was way too giddy for someone whose eyes almost got plucked out by a super solider a minute ago. Telling him to fuck off before stepping outside so he could close to door behind him.
Especially when you turned to cover yourself. A gasp leaving your lips from the shock. Putting your hand to your mouth as the embarrassment seeped in.
At first Steve just wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you from behind. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he cooed into your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t know, Sweetheart.”
As if that made it any better.
“Look at me,” he told you after a few moments even though you really didn’t want to. Not with your eyes probably looking all hazy now. “I’m serious it’s okay. Tony knows I’ll fuck him up if he says anything.”
“But he saw… everything,” you groaned, crinkling your nose. Not feeling any less mortified.
Steve chuckled. “At least you look good?”
“Really?” You asked, biting your lip. Finally turning around in his arms.
“Oh, you look really good. Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me.” He put his hand under your chin so you have to look up at him. “What brought this on?” He asked.
“I’m just… tired of waiting,” you said.
Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve been feeling the same way.”
“Really?” You asked.
“Of course,” he replied. “All I’ve been thinking about lately, but I didn’t wanna push you.”
“It’s okay,” you replied. “You could’ve I wouldn’t have been mad.”
“Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got time to make up for it.” He sighed, a content smile spreading onto his lips. “You wanna join us?”
Honestly you weren’t sure if you could face Tony. Fucking Iron Man of all people had just seen you half naked trying to surprise his teammate.
“Don’t worry about Tony,” he tried to assure you once again. “Besides, you’ll finally be able to meet everyone. Well almost everyone.”
Not that this is the way you’d imagined it. And while you’d rather crawl into a hole and die than face them, you really did wanna be close to Steve right now.
“Well… okay,” you replied.
Steve kissed the side of your head, grabbing your hand.
The apartment had been decorated by the two of you. Steve happy to let you decide what went there. At your place you were sharing with your roommates and couldn’t just take it all over, but he didn’t give a shit. He was happy to have you do whatever you desired.
Tony had even commented on it when he walked in. Surprise to see his friend’s home so festive.
As soon as you got in, there was Tony with a smirk on his face. Ready to toss out some smart remark. Steve cutting his eyes at him like he was dating him to open his mouth.
“Guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend. Y/N, this is everyone.”
“Oh my gosh! Finally! We’ve been asking when he was gonna bring around the girl that’s been stealing him away from us,” Natasha shot up so she could pull you into a hug.
“I can see why,” Tony remarked with a snort.
If looks could kill he’d definitely be six feet under with the way Steve looked at him. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he mouthed.
Tony’s jaw dropped because it wasn’t often he could push Cap this hard. On one hand not wanting to make this any worse, but who was he kidding. He was Tony Stark of course he wanted to make it worse.
He’d just never seen Rogers so possessive. Not that he could really blame him. Tony would have been ready to fight someone too if he had a girl like you showing up like that ready to keep him warm in the middle of winter.
Could see the whole good girl thing going on despite what he had seen previously. Of course the golden boy would be into that. Sweet on the outside but only an inside he was allowed to have.
Besides Natasha was absolutely gushing over you. Had been trying to set him up for how long? And then he finally gets with someone and she’s had to wait to meet you. Of course she was going to gush.
“Hi, Sam. Bucky,” you greeted them as the two got up to say hello.
Natasha gasped. “Wait! You guys got to meet her before me? Steve!”
“They were with me when we met!” He protested.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We so need more girls around. Wanda, Pepper, and I can only take so much,” she said.
“We’re not that bad,” Sam protested. “Just Tony,” he added, who’d started ignoring them to pay attention to the fight again. “And, Bucky can be a handful.”
“At least I’m not going around harassing people with my metal bird,” Bucky retorted.
“Redwing is family! The sooner everyone understands that the better off we’ll all be.”
“See what I have to put up with,” Natasha said.
——————————————————
It was pretty fun hanging out with them. Watching Steve get all hyped up with them. Something was kind of sexy about watching him like this.
But still you just wanted to spend time with him. Alone. And this trench coat was not ideal for this kind of setting.
“You okay, Baby?” He asked into your ear after awhile seeing the way you kept trying to make sure your tie was fully closed.
“Yeah,” you answered looking up at him with a smile. While comfortable still a little nervous since you were just sitting here in a trench coat with barely anything underneath.
“Are you cold?” He asked into your ear.
“A little,” you replied.
“Sorry,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek. “Too bad I can’t be warming you up right now.”
You found yourself biting your lip at that. Look up at him through your lashes before he swiped his lips across yours really quick. “Hey, hey, hey, other people are around,” Tony said, snapping his fingers. “Put your hands where we can see ‘em.”
You raised your hands up, but Steve just rolled his eyes before standing up. “Be right back,” he replied, grabbing your hand.
“Hurry back, it’s almost the main event,” Natasha said.
Okay good. It was almost over. Then you could get to the part you’d come over for.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam remarked.
Steve was blushing as he grabbed you be your hips so he could lead you away. Down the hall towards his bedroom. “Sorry about them,” he said when they were out of earshot.
“No it’s sweet,” you replied. Steve put his hand on the small of your back. Trying to keep himself from going further down to your ass.
It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t messed around. You’d gotten close to having sex but it was like… he doesn’t know. Something always stopped them. Like they were waiting to savor it. No wonder you’d gotten so sick of it and just came over here like this.
His poor girl had wanted to surprise him. Had wanted him to take care of you fully. Instead you got a room full of his friends ragging on him when he could have been kissing you all over.
Now you were sitting on his bed as he dug through the drawer to find a sweatshirt for you to wear.
“Here, Baby,” he replied, handing it to you.
You stood up to tug at the tie around your waist. Letting it fall from your body. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked up and down your body.
Would he be a bad host if he told everyone to get the fuck out.
Before you could fully shrug off your coat, Steve grabbed you by your waist. Wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace. Your lingerie covered breasts pressing into his chest. “Fuck. I almost want you to keep it on,” he said. “Maybe we can have a do over.”
“Mhm,” you replied. “I’ll just make sure to warn you next time.”
“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said.
“I just didn’t know what to get you and then my friends freaked when I told them we’ve never had sex.” You laughed.
“Ohhh so you’re my present?” He asked with a smirk. “Damn. Maybe I should just open you up.”
Steve was ready to kiss you again, except as soon as his lips touched yours there was a knock on the door. “Fights on!” Bucky said through the door. Steve able to hear Sam snickering through the door.
“We’ll be right out,” he replied with a sigh. Fucking cockblocks.
You giggled and it only made him want to say fuck it even more. Throw you on the bed and devour you. “Come on,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really want me to keep it on?” You asked him.
“I want you to be comfortable,” he said. “Besides. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Then his eyes went down to your boobs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“We better get back out there,” you said.
Ugh he couldn’t wait for everyone to be gone.
——————————————————-
“No! What the fuck!” Tony groaned, throwing his head back as his guy went down. “You’re fucking kidding me!”
Sam on the other hand was positively giddy. Happy as hell to take home a bet against the billionaire.
“We’re going to see you at Christmas dinner, right?” Natasha said as they all said their goodbyes.
You looked up at Steve who smiled down at you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He’d already been asking you if you wanted to join them. Had wanted to spend your first Christmas as a couple together of course, but you’d been on the fence having been nervous to meet everybody.
“Yeah I think it’ll be fun,” you answered.
Steve didn’t want to make it obvious that he was trying to hurry them out. Because as soon as the door closed he was right there. Picking you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Not even saying a word as he kissed you. Large hands coming to grip at your ass.
Your lips worked against his. Hands clawing at those broad shoulders. Moaning into his mouth. Only pulling away so he could pull his shirt off.
There was this hunger that the two of you never got to have before that was definitely there now. Finding yourself unable to stop now that you’d started. Wanted him to touch you all over. Can’t believe you’d waited this long in the first place.
Something about you taking the initiative. He’d been trying to take it slow. Protect your honor and shit. Wait until you were ready.
Had been picturing rose petals and shit. Maybe he’d take you somewhere nice. Wine and dine you first. You probably would have gotten all dressed up.
That’s okay. They could do that another time. Right now he just didn’t wanna stop putting his lips all over you. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he kissed along your thighs.
Was down on his knees ready to worship you. Something about you being the one to initiate it was making him want to.
“Please,” you whimpered.
“Can’t believe you dressed all up for me,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful. Can’t wait to finally make love to you, Baby. Can I taste you?”
“Yes,” you cried.
Fuck he was in heaven with his face between your thighs. Couldn’t get enough. Especially as his tongue touched your clit. Was addicted to all the sounds you were making as his tongue worked it.
For all the time he thought about doing this to you, doing it was so much better. The fucking noises you were making. The way you tried to grind your tight little hole against his face only for him to pin you down by your hips to stop you.
“It’s too much,” you ended up whining.
Steve laughed into you. Seeing your desperation. The way your eyes had started to glaze over. The way your bottom lip poked out. Fuck you looked so fucking pretty.
“Come on. I know you can take me. It’s okay,” he said, pulling away for a second. He put his lips on your stomach this time. Fingers gripping your hips still. Your chest heaving up and down.
“Too much,” you repeated as your chest heaved up and down.
Steve just chuckled before leaning up so he could peck your lips. “Come on, Baby. You can take it. How are you gonna take my dick if you can’t even take my mouth.”
Fuck. He was right. You’d felt him through his pants before. It’s why you were aching to just let it happen. Wanted to feel his thick cock inside of you so bad. But fuck the way he’d been touching you, you were a mess.
“You got this, Babe,” he whispered into the side of your mouth. “Come on I know you didn’t come all the way over here for me to not fuck you. You know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy? Think I’m gonna let you go without giving it to you?”
Who even was this man. One minute he was being sweet and holding your hand in front of his friends. Next he was talking all dirty into you. Fuck. He was definitely trying to be the death of you.
And you didn’t wanna let him down. Had shown up half naked and sat politely while him and his friends finished up. Had been trying real hard to be good. It was all you wanted after all. For him to have his way with you and fuck-
Steve had started kissing on the nape of your neck knocking you out of your thoughts. It made you let out a loud gasp as he also gripped your thigh.
“Drive me crazy,” he said into your ear pulling you on top so you were straddling him.
“Fuck, Daddy I need you,” you moaned.
“Yeah, Baby?” He whispered, hands moving to your ass so he could grind you against his length.
Fuck he was just so big. And your pussy was leaking. Leaving a wet spot against his crotch. You wanted him so bad. Why was he still wearing clothes.
Finally you tugged at his belt. Hands franticly grabbing at him as if you were trying to paw them off. “It’s okay, Baby. I got it. Got you too fucked out already. Can’t even get it right.”
You let out a moan at the way he was talking to you. Pussy feeling like you could not wait any longer. You needed him so bad. It wasn’t even fair.
“Please.” Fuck it sounded so whiney the way that came from you, but you couldn’t help it.
Steve put his lips back on your as he pulled himself from his pants. Dick now on display. Ready for you to sink down onto.
You put your hand on him. Wrist moving up and down as you moaned because fuck he was big. How were you supposed to take it. Even in your hand it felt perfect. Fuck you needed him so bad.
Steve twisted you around so you could lay back. Pushing you into the cushions as he climbed on top of you. Arms going on either side of your head as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.
This was the problem. Every time the two of you tried to fuck you’d end up getting so caught up in kissing that you didn’t even do the rest.
Then he’d pull away to say something really sweet and you’d end up getting distracted. You’d end up talking and giggling. Then you’d end up cuddling. Getting really nice and cozy but for Christmas you wanted all of him and you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.
“Please, Steve I-,” you pulled away to say only to need to catch your breath. “Just need you.”
One side of Steve’s mouths curled up as he realized just how bad off you were. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your dick. I need your dick. Please I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”
It all came out as a plea. Way more than what you meant for it to be. “You sure? Couldn’t even handle my tongue a minute go. Think I’m gonna have to stretch your little pussy out.”
“Do whatever you want I just- I don’t even care anymore,” you sobbed.
Steve chuckled and for some reason that made your pussy twitch. “Such a mess for me,” he said, into your ear again.
Then he was off you and you were making grabby hands trying to get him to hurry up and come back. Except now you could see his dick up close as he started taking his pants all the way off. Sitting up as your mouth salivated because fuck it was just as pretty as you’d thought it would be.
“Fuck, Steve.” You just couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it again. Needing to feel him. Fuck you needed to…
Steve groaned as you licked a strip up and down his dick. Coming to the head so you could swirl your tongue around the tip. “Fuck, Y/N, Baby.”
Putting his hand on your head as you took him into your mouth. Letting out a grunt from how fucking good it felt to have his dick inch into your mouth.
Here Steve had been thinking that you were this sweet girl. Someone he would have been able to take home to mom if she’d been alive, but here you were getting on your knees so you could suck him off properly. Trying to see how far you could get in your throat before gagging around him.
“Shit,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- goddamn.”
Can’t believe you hadn’t tasted him sooner. Especially as your mouth was stuffed full. Feeling him through his pants a few times had nothing on taking him down your throat. Trying to be a good girl who just wanted to be good for her super boyfriend.
“That’s it,” he hissed, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips but fuck he was so ready to start fucking your mouth. Barely stopping himself because as bad as he wanted you to keep doing he couldn’t wait anymore.
Steve snatched you up grabbing you so he could throw you over his shoulder making you squeal. “Steve!”
His hands pawed at your ass as he walked with you down the hall to his bedroom. Could barely fucking wait but he at least wanted to get you in his bed first.
Didn’t even give you a second to get situated on the mattress as he climbed on top of you. Not that you cared as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hands going to his shoulders so you could claw at them. Nails digging into his skin.
Lips meeting your once again as he spread you open. Hand going to your pussy after so he could rub his thumb on your clit. “Holy fuck,” you pulled away to mewl.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed into your ear. “This what you wanted for Christmas, huh?”
As the same time he lined himself up with your entrance. Ready to just say fuck it. Had been waiting too long anyway and didn’t feel like waiting any longer. Steve needed you.
Your mouth split open as he inched in. Going slow so he didn’t hurt you. Wanting to give you a time to adjust. He knew he could be a little much.
You laid back with a gasp when he was halfway through. “Fuck. I’m so-,” you stopped to throw your head back, “I’m so full. It’s- fuck. It’s- it’s too- Stevie,” you whimpered. “Please. Make me- I can… I can take it I promise, please.”
Steve kissed you again as he went to the hilt. Balls slapping against your ass. You were just so tight it was making his head spin. Couldn’t believe how good you felt. Had definitely been worth the wait.
“Harder,” you pulled away to cry out.
“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please?” Fuck you didn’t intend to sound like you were begging but you couldn’t help it.
Who the hell was he to deny you. Fuck you clearly wanted him bad. Of course he wanted to give it to you.
Besides the noise you made when he did as you asked made him want to give you whatever you wanted.
“Just like that!” You cried as he fucked into you.
“Yeah?” He asked. “Like this?” Then he did whatever move that was that was making you react like that.
“Yes,” you sobbed out. Scratching his back. It was like he was getting all these spots no one else had ever been able to reach. Probably why you could feel yourself so close.
It only worsened when he put his mouth on your tits. The sensations making you want him to never stop. Something about watching his sweet face suckling your nipples like he was trying to mark them was what did it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tightened. Orgasm making you scream.
“Steve- fu- fuck. Oh my god. That’s it. It’s yours. You can- please. My pussy it’s yours!”
“I know, Baby. I know.” His face mocking concern as if he wasn’t the one making you feel like this. “It’s been mine. That’s why you needed me to fuck if as soon as possible, huh?”
“Yes!”
“Showed up like a little slut in your lingerie. If only I got to rip it off of you as soon as you got in. Bet you would have liked that.”
“Yes!”
It was all you could say. Not even sure how you could still even speak with the orgasm he’d given you.
“Gonna let me play with you all fucking night, huh? Might fuck you until Christmas morning. Make you spend Christmas Eve on my dick.”
“Okay,” you cried. “I’ll- oh my-,” you put your hands against his shoulders like you were trying to brace yourself. Eyes rolling back once again. Fuck there was just this spot that he kept hitting and making you cum all over him.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”
——————————————————
You’d sincerely lost track of time since last night. All you knew was that even when the morning fell he was behind you. Holding onto your hips as he fucked you from behind.
Steve was serious about fucking you into Christmas Day. Had only pulled away for bathroom breaks and food.
At some point it was like your brain had shut off and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. All you could think about was Steve and how you wanted to make him cum inside you.
And he did. Multiple times. That super solider stamina keeping him going even when you thought you’d definitely had enough. But what was enough with him around.
If anything he was the one that had been turned into an addict. Of course he wasn’t going to pull out. You were his.
Sure it may not have started out the way you wanted it to, but hell at least it had ended up being exactly what you’d needed.
Finally he’d let you go to sleep seeing just how worn out he’d gotten you even if he could have kept going. Wanted to give you a little time because he was still working up the nerve to give you your present.
“Steve?” You softly said making his head snap towards you.
He’d been keeping you naked but right now you were bundled up in his robe. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs himself. Freshly wrapped gift sitting neatly on the coffee table.
“Baby, what are you doing up?” He asked.
“I woke up and you weren’t there,” you said with a pout. Coming to settle onto his lap. “I was cold. Need you to warm me up.”
He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and then behind your ear. “Ah, I’m sorry, Babe. Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”
“Ohhh whose that for?” You asked looking at the present.
Steve leaned forward to grab it. “Yours. Wanna open it?”
“Ohhh you’re saying I don’t have to wait until morning?”
“Nah,” he said. “I already got my gift. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you yours.”
You smiled up at Steve before kissing underneath his jaw. Fuck he was so cozy.
Your heart thumped as you’d ripped off the wrapping paper and took the top off the box to see a tiny key. Eyes meeting his again. “Steve, wait what… what is this…”
“A key,” he said with a chuckle. “Look I know we haven’t been together that long, but… I don’t know. Especially after tonight I want you around all the time. When I wake up. When I go to bed. I love you and I want you to move in with me.”
“Really?” Your eyes were all watery.
“Yeah, Baby,” he replied. “What do you say?”
“Of course I’ll move in with you, Steve.” You threw your arms around him. “I love you, too.”
That was all Steve needed to hear. The two of you starting to kiss again. Robe quickly coming off. His boxers ending up on the floor. The two of you had to christen this place. And he wasn’t going to stop until he fucked you in every room.
#fics by afbh#Chris Evans smut#steve rogers smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans x black women#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x female reader#steve rogers x reader#Steve Rogers x female reader#steve rogers x black!reader#steve rogers x black female reader
849 notes
·
View notes
Note
Anon who asked if you take requests here, i wanted to ask you if you could write a third part to lumberjack!ari because he doesnt want to leave my mind 😩 i read both fics yesterday and ive been thinking about him non-stop. If you want and can could you write a third part where he got his little wife pregnant, her period is late but doesnt wanna get him excited for nothing so she goes by herself in town to buy a pregnancy test. He finds out and goes home mad, ready to punish her but once he gets there and sees the positive pregnancy test all his anger goes away and all he does is kiss her and praise her for being such a good wife who will soon give him a baby
༻𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬༺
WC:3.1k+ GIF by evansensations
{soft!dark!lumberjack!Ari x pregnant!reader}
{Warnings!! Soft!dark!Ari!! Ari being possessive!! Mentions of sex!! Mentions of abortion but like just the word!! Being pregnant!! Morning sickness!!}
Like real people do {part 1}
Eyes always seeking {part 2}
Ari was much softer after that night in the hot tub. From his glaces at you to how he held you. It was as if he was trying to apologize for how rough he could be through his gentle affection. And you were loving every second of it. It was such a change from his usual character. You were used to sharp glares and steeled looks and now when he looked at you, you saw adoration swirl in his blue eyes and a smile on his face. His hands that once held you so firm, now cradled your waist as he burried his face in the crook of your neck to drink your scent in and leave gentle kisses.
You had no idea why he had changed but you couldn't bring yourself to complain as you adored bathing in his love. Everyday after work you would make dinner and he would eat every bite with a peaceful smile on his face. Followed by him asking for dessert which always resulted in you on the kitchen table with your skirt of dress pulled up and Ari feasting on your pussy until you coated his beard with your essence. He devoured you everytime and would ask for a kiss in return. Loving Ari got easier by the day, and he couldn't help but let himself drown in your love.
Ari had changed after that night due to the overwhelming love he had for you. You accepted his gift and thanked him endlessly making his ego sky rocket. He knew that it was a gateway for an attempt to escape yet you never even tried, the thought had never crossed your mind. The fact that you had never even thought about running away from Ari made him soft. You wanted him just as much as he needed you. Being so gentle with you was so simple and easy that he fell into it. He loved holding you so closely and ghosting his lips across your neck. It was as if the final jigsaw piece finally slipped into place and Ari felt complete.
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
It had been a month since that night and Ari had made love to you nearly every night whispering sweet nothings to you while he wrapped his arms around you and showered you in his love. Every moment was perfect in the Levinson household now that things had changed and Ari had opened his heart to you fully.
You remember when you were laid across his chest listening to his heart beat, your head rising with his breathing. Your hand was interlaced with his after a night of love making. You stared up at him, mapping out his beauty so that you could forever remember his glory and write about it in a poem one day. He glanced down at you before holding your gaze. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you giggled making his heart beat faster causing you to blush.
"What are you looking at, little love?" He said it so softly yet his chest still rumbled almost like a purr. You kiss his chin and he hummed producing the purring noise again. "You. You're so pretty Ari. Thank you for giving me your heart." His ears turned red and he smiled so gently. He brought your joined hands up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles and brought them back to lay on the bed. "Pretty? I've never been called pretty, but I'm glad you find me so appealing little wifey," a beat passed and his arms tightened around your waist. "Thank you for giving me your heart first little wifey. It's my most treasured item."
You blushed and giggled, everything he said was like poetry and it made butterflies errupt in your stomach. "I promise to protect your heart forever my handsome husband." Ari grunted, his eyebrows knitting together causing him to frown. Your heart sped up and you couldn't help but fear you had said something wrong when he suddenly kissed your forehead. You looked up at him and spoke it a hushed voice almost as if telling you a secret. "You shouldn't protect my heart, my love. That's my job. I'll defend every bone in your body, I'll protect your heart and soul, and I'll always keep you safe." And just like that you fell further in love with him.
You cherished that memory so dearly, yet the next morning wasn't as romantic. You awoke feeling so ill and ran to the toilet, you were as quiet as possible as you left the bed yet Ari immediately felt you leave and his heart raced. He heard the sound of you heaving in the toilet and quicky approached. He stared, worry swirling in his iris's as he saw you with your head in the toilet bowl. He walked over slowly and caressed your back, before gathering your hair out of your face.
When you were done, you groaned and felt Ari's hands leave you before you registered him returning with a glass of water and some medicine, you smiled up at him and thanked him.
That should have been your first sign but you assumed it was the new takeout that Ari had brought you last night, and he assumed so too. When you threw up the next morning Ari remained asleep. And it kept continuing, you'd get up and be sick while Ari slept peacefully. You hated it so much, throwing up nearly every morning was causing your mood to change to fast that Ari didn't know what to do. He assumed that it was your period yet didn't mention it as he was scared of offending you or upsetting you.
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
You had woken up to empty you stomach again, early in the morning. You flushed it away and brushed your teeth, trying to think of what could be wrong with you. You spat out the remnants and rinsed your mouth with water before heading back to bed. You cuddled up to the sleeping bed, needing his heat after running out of it and into the cold. You decided to keep your ill episodes secret, you didn't want Ari to change how he was with you. Logically you knew he would take care of you and make sure you were okay, but the otherside feared he saw you as a sick wife he didn't want.
You sighed and stroked a lock of his hair out of his face before heading to sleep too. You were awoken an hour later by Ari's soft lips pressing on your forehead and a whisper of 'I love you.' before he headed off to work. You hummed and cuddled closer to Ari's side, breathing his scent in. You relaxed and fell back to sleep, dreaming of Ari and him building a treehouse.
You slowly awoke again, much later in the morning and yawned. You reflected on your dream and smiled, Ari as a dad would be so perfect. One day you'd have your own but for now you were happy hogging all of his attention. You knitted your brows together. Thinking of pregnancy sent your mind racing until it lingered on the big question: When was the last time you had your period? You gulped. It must be late.
Yet the more you thought about it the more things made sense. Your increases sex drive which Ari was thriving off. The sickness you were enduring every morning. Even how your eating habits had changed. Your heart raced. You needed to settle your mind, with a determined huff you dragged yourself out of bed and remade your bed. You decided you needed to go to town and get a pregnancy test.
You put panties and sighed remembering how they felt. You hadn't worn any in such a long time because Ari often claimed he wanted easy access to his wife. You chose to wear a simple dress and glanced outside. It was sunny, so you'd skip the jacket. You smiled, you hadn't been to town in such a long time. You decided to do a bit of glam, and decided to do a cute look so that you didn't look overdone, but you definitely looked pretty. You grabbed your bag and stuffed your phone and purse in, before heading down the stairs.
You slid your shoes, you hadn't worn them in a while either. Ari hadn't let you leave the house, but why would you want to leave, everything was so beautiful here. And Ari had made so much of the furniture that you often marvelled at it. You grabbed the pair of keys that dangled on the side and headed out and locked the door. You decided to call an Uber to get into town. You smiled, maybe you'd go and see friends. You shut that thought down quickly remembering how Ari had told you what they were really like. You were so grateful for a man like him, he took such good care of you.
You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your Uber pull up. You checked that the door was locked and headed into town.
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
Ari wiped the sweat from his brows after delivering another blow to the tree he was currently chopping down. He felt his phone buzz and he groaned before he pulled it out. He saw a text from his friend Richard, his heart started racing. Richard had agreed to help keep an eye on you, especially if you decided to wander.Suddenly all the heat he was feeling from the sun and his work disappeared, as he felt ice settle into his blood. There on his phone was a crisp picture of you in town.
His jaw tightened and his eyes fired up with rage. How could he be so stupid as to let his guard down. Ofcourse you'd wander, you're so curious about the world. He'd chain you down when he got you home. That was for certain, he'd teach you a lesson on trying to leave him. He dislodged his axe from the tree and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage before he stormed off to his truck and yanked the door open. He got it and slammed the door shut before speeding off home.
He'd wait for you at home, so you could do your walk of shame and give your shitty excuse as to why you'd even dare leave the sanctuary he had created for you. He parked his truck before unlocking the door. He practically kicked it open and closed. He stomped to the living room and sat brooding allowing dark cloud to linger over him and rain dark thoughts into his mind. He crossed his arms across his chest and he let out an angered huff. He'd wait for you.
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
You were browsing the aisles with a shy look on your face. You kept your eyes down until you reached the feminine health section. You looked around and strolled past the pads and tampons, you swallowed. What if it was just a late period and you were over reacting? You sighed it was better to be absolutely certain rather than letting your mind torment you. You looked at the variety of tests. There were so many options. Your eyes glanced until you saw the named brands and you decided to grab 2 to be absolutely sure.
You headed to the self checkout with the clutched in your fist and scanned them both before pulling out your cash. You never remember having cash in your purse, maybe Ari put it in there. Your heart fluttered at his selflessness. He was such a good husband. Although you haven't had a proper ceremony yet, he did manage to get you both married with the forms. You cried tears of joy that day, you were officially Mrs. Levinson. But you couldn't help but ache for a beautiful church ceremony, and Ari had promised that soon he would grant your wish.
You put the tests in your bag as well as the receipt before heading out and ordering and Uber back home again. Your heart was speeding up at the possibilities and soon your hands began to shake both out of fear and excitement. Your Uber pulled up shortly and you began your journey back after a short trip into town. No one had really noticed you or cared.
And that was all thanks to Ari and his subtle threats at town meetings. How he had staked his claim on you in front of all the folks. How he had waved your certificate of marriage in all their faces and then told them if they wanted to keep their houses warm and their buildings etc. Then they'd obey his rules when it came to you. Ofcourse you were oblivious to him manipulating the whole town, and believed his every word when he claimed that they didn't care about you except him.
✧──────────────────────────────────✧
You got out of the Uber and immediately noted Ari's truck parked outside. You were trembling, did he know? You had no other option but to bite the bullet. You sucked a breath in and slowly headed towards the door and opened it. You slid your shoes off and hung the spare key up. You turned around and jumped at the enraged look in Ari's eyes. Your eyes immediately filled with tears and before he could even utter anything mean out you babbled out, "I'm sorry! I don't know! But if I am we- we can have an abortion or something!"
Ari stopped functioning. His eyes went blank and his mouth went agape. He stared at you and your timid stance. Your eyes filled with tears and your bottom lip wobbling. You stared at him begging, pleading for any sign from him. Yet he was too busy in a loop of thoughts.
'Abortion.' That's all that echoed in his head. They are linked with pregnancies. And that would mean that you're pregnant. But that's impossible because you had your period. However Ari had been presumptions about it and when he thought you were, you had sex and there was no blood. Over and over his thoughts looped. His mind flashing with possibilities when he heard you voice sad and soft breaking him out of the inner discussion in his brain.
"I-I don't know if I am. I don't wanna get our hopes up." Ari immediately bundled you in his arms keeping you close. You weren't leaving him. You were potentially having his child. He felt his heart grow ten sizes, he pulled away and looked down, a stern look still planted on his face. "Why were you in town?" You gulped and reached into the bag pulling out the two pregnancy tests. Ari's eyes widened. His heart started racing suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he could potentially have gotten you pregnant. He might be a dad.
He gulped and looked down at you, "Have you taken them yet?" His voice was a whisper and you glared up at him. He was just too happy over what might be happening to realise how silly his question is. "They're still in the box. So no I haven't." You snapped at him. Ari felt more puzzle pieces connect. Your change of mood, the strange food you started eating. He stared down at you. "What are you waiting for? Take them."
You both ran upstairs, you went into the bathroom and Ari stood outside pacing, stroking his beard feeling every second drag on way longer than it should have. You came out and looked at him. "It takes about 2 minutes. I've left them on the side." Ari drew his eyebrows together before he headed towards you and gathered you in his arms. "Listen baby, all the sign point towards yes. But don't worry too much about my reaction okay. I'm happy if you're pregnant or not. All that matters is that you are okay and healthy." You stared up at him and nuzzled into his chest.
You felt safe, you felt loved. You both stood there embracing the moment not knowing what to do or how to act. You just simply stayed in each others arms where you knew it was safe and loving. Where nothing bad could attack, and nothing cruel could hurt you. In that moment you were just Mr and Mrs Levinson. And that's all that mattered.
When you pulled away, it had been way over 2 minutes. Ari looked down at you. You half smiled before heading into the bathroom and letting out a sigh. You looked down at both tests and tears gathered in your eyes. Ari felt his heart race at your watery eyes. You turned to him with a massive grin on your face holding both the tests. "I'm pregnant!" Ari had never moved so fast. He scooped you up in his arms.
He felt tears gather in his eyes. You were pregnant with his child. He was going to be a dad. He finally had a family. "You're pregnant baby!" You giggled wiping your tears and wrapping your arms around his shoulders hugging him tightly. He pulled back and placed his forehead against yours. "We're going to have a baby!" He whispered it so excitedly that you giggled. He put you down gently and you stared up at him seeing nothing but love reflecting in his eyes.
"We're gonna have a baby! You're gonna be a daddy!" Ari immediately began to smother you in kisses, making sure to kiss away all those tears. His anger from earlier melted in seconds, he was glad you went out. He pressed a kiss to your lips. Pulling away and swiping hair behind your ears, "You make so me so fuckin' proud mama. You're gonna have my kid! You're so fuckin' amazing!" You both smiled and laughed.
Ari looked down at you, his eyes returning to concern, "You haven't had morning sickness though?" You looked down shyly before gently saying, "I have. Every morning about an hour before you start work it happens. And I can't wake you because you look so peaceful when you sleep." You pouted. Ari immediately tilted your chin upwards, he stared down at you sternly, "Listen here wifey, I don't care how peaceful I look. You wake me up, you let me help you. It's my job baby. I need to take care of you. Got it?" You nodded and kissed him.
He smiled and his features softened up, upon feeling your lips against his. He was so happy in this moment, he couldn't stop kissing you and holding you. He admired every part of you. Feeling nothing but love fill his bones and his blood. You both stared at each other, drowning in adoration when Ari spoke again, his voice was a murmur and all you could hear was a rumble due to your head on his chest. "You're so perfect wifey, you're giving me a child! God I'm gonna keep you pregnant forever baby, that's a promise."
#chris evans#ari levinson x reader#ari levison x reader#chris evans x reader#dark ari levinson x reader#ari levinson#dark ari levinson#ari levinson x woc#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x innocent!reader#ari levinson smut#ari levinson x y/n#ari levinson angst#ari levinson dark#ari levinson x black!reader#ari levinson x plus size reader#ari levinson x f!reader#ari levinson au#ari levinson fluff
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Don't Take Your Eyes Off It
Title: Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Warnings: Daddy kink, pet name (Sweets), praise kink (slightly), ass worship, butt plug, anal fingering, first time *romantic* anal, creampie
A/N: Based on this poll, Steve Rogers won. Submission for @the-slumberparty’s Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge (Eros-sexual passion). Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.
Dividers by: @saradika
Support/Reblog banner by me
Cover Art by me
Spotify Playlist
My Masterlist
His fingers glide across the skin of your shoulder blade as sunlight cascades over your beautiful brown skin while you sleep on your stomach. He marvels at how you seem to glow in the rays of the morning sun. Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss on your lips, trying his best to wake you gently.
You grumble, the weight of his kiss just enough to pull you from a deep slumber.
“What was that, Sweets?” Steve’s sultry baritone invades your consciousness and you open your eyes.
“I said, ‘five more minutes’,” you plead, pouting up at Steve and hoping he would give you a break after seeing your tired eyes.
No such luck.
“Nice try, Sweets. You know what today is, right?” he asks, peppering kisses to the top of your bonnet-covered hair.
“It’s...Wednesday?” you guess, trying your best to get back to REM sleep.
“Yes, technically, it is Wednesday. It’s also…” he trails off, waiting for the pieces to click into place in your mind.
You lift your head, locking eyes with Steve. For three whole seconds, you just look at him with a confused expression on your face until it hits you. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” you chuckle, and playfully swat at him.
“Now, she’s cooking with gas. I thought it was gonna take you all day to figure it out,” he jokes, laughing as you roll your eyes at him.
You turn around in bed and swing your legs over the edge. Reaching up to untie your hair, your braids cascade down your back. Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Steve watching you while one of his hands runs through his golden tresses.
“Caught ya looking, Daddy,” you tease before standing and walking around the bed to his side. He reaches out to touch you, but you pull back at the last second. “Unh-uh! Not until tonight. I got something special planned for you.”
“Something special, huh? Well, I can’t wait. But I guess I will have to, won’t I?” he guesses, standing up from the bed to tower over you. He lifts his hands in surrender after you point a manicured finger at him. “Hands to myself, I promise. For now,” he flirts, walking around you to go into the bathroom to shower.
While Steve is in the shower, you mentally run down your checklist of things for tonight. Your new pink glass buttplug, check! New red lace lingerie, check! You had everything planned down to the last detail and you were very excited to see Steve’s reaction. Now, all that was left was to get everything ready while Steve was away for the day.
Steve comes back to your darkened apartment that night, surprised to see a trail of red rose petals and vanilla-scented tea lights leading him to the bedroom. He stoops down to grab the card that was left near the door.
‘Daddy,
Come and unwrap your present.
-Sweets’
Making his way along the petaled path, he reaches your slightly ajar bedroom door. Pushing it open, he is greeted by you kneeling in the center of the bed. A red rose hairclip holds the right side of your braids back, and the red lace bodysuit you wear hugs all of your curves perfectly.
You take in the way Steve looks at you like you hung the moon. His ocean eyes darken as he takes in your scent, your favorite perfume lingering in the air.
“Hi, Daddy. Happy Valentine’s Day,” you hum, making your way to where Steve stands at the foot of the bed. “Why don’t you join me? You can put these big, strong hands to use,” you slide your arms around his neck and instinctually, his hands go to your waist.
Leaning down to claim your lips, he doesn’t hold back teasing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. Once you let him in, he takes control of the kiss. Swallowing down your whimpers and moans, he cups the back of your head and nibbles your bottom lip.
Breaking the kiss, he laughs lowly when you try and follow his lips. “I think I was promised a gift, Sweets. Now, what might that be?” he muses, his fingertips moving along the red lace until he comes upon a pebbled nipple.
You take his hand and guide it to where the gusset of your bodysuit would be, now drenched with your slick. You nod and he explores your soft folds through the crotchless lace. He knows how to play you like a damn fiddle. Gathering your moisture and applying just the right amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves.
Within moments, he has your legs weak while he gives your clit some much-needed attention. His other hand goes to your chin so that you look up at him as he brings you over the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open as the chains of orgasm are broken, your throbbing pussy creaming his hand.
“Such a good girl for me. God, you’re perfect, Sweets,” he praises, still unaware of what you have in store for him as he takes off his tie and goes to unbutton his shirt.
“Daddy, I have a surprise for you. I’ve been working all day long on it,” you chime in, biting your lip as you cup Steve’s erection through his slacks.
“You go ahead and show me that surprise, now,” he encourages, watching intently as you turn around and present yourself to him with your ass in the air. His hand goes to your hip, slowly moving toward your ample backside. Groping your ass, he finds something he had hinted at only weeks ago. “Oh, fuck. Look at this adorable little plug. Have you been wearing this all day, Sweets?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been stretched around it all day long. I wanted you to have something no one has had before. It’s all yours,” you say, wiggling your hips to show off your toy.
“You are such a good girl for wearing it all day,” he murmurs, taking the lube that was delicately placed on the bed earlier by you. Dripping the liquid between your cheeks, he spreads it generously around your plump globes. He lays a few slaps to each cheek and moves some of the lube between your cheeks to tease the toy in and out of you slightly.
“Daddy, please,” you beg, growing ever so impatient now that Steve is teasing you.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Sweets. Let’s just get this pretty plug out of here,” he purrs, pulling out the toy and watching as your hole tightens up a bit. He uses one finger to explore you, graduating to two and three fingers when you take him in so well. Soon, the wet squelch of lube as he fingers you is the loudest sound in the room, even over your moans.
With three fingers inside you, Steve uses the other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his red, weeping dick, he squeezes the base and coats it in the excess lube that has accumulated. Lining up to your opening, he pushes in slowly until you engulf his tip. The hard part is over as he slides into the hilt.
He waits until you start to wriggle under his hands to begin a languid pace, slow as molasses in January. Your hand snakes down to your forgotten pussy, shiny and slick with a mixture of your arousal and lubricant. Your fingers stimulate your clit as Steve takes you apart from the inside.
You’ve never felt so fully taken before, the stretch of his massive member adding to the sacred friction. As soon as your fingers take you over the edge, you notice how intense this orgasm is. You moan into the bedsheets as your cunt shudders and your asshole clamps down around Steve.
“Fuuuuuck, good girl. That felt so fucking good, Sweets. Don’t think I can last much longer with you coming so hard on my dick like that,” he ponders aloud, quickening his pace to chase his release.
As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches around to finger your pussy while his palm rubs your sweet spot. When he can sense you getting closer and closer to the edge, he pulls his fingers from inside you and plays with your clit.
“Be my good girl and cum with me, Sweets. Fuck, I can feel it right now. You ready for it baby?” he persuades, fucking into you while you moan non-stop.
“Yes, please. I’m ready for your cum, Daddy,” you cry out, your climax pulling you over the edge, tumbling straight into Steve’s release. You can feel every spurt of spunk painting your delicate inner walls while he throbs inside you.
Coming down, he lets his deflating length slip out and directs you to lie down before climbing on the bed next to you. Wrapping you up in his arms, he kisses your forehead and isn’t surprised when he soon hears the soft snores escaping you.
He’s more than content to wait to give you his gift. He smiles, remembering the velvet box in his suit jacket pocket in the other room. He can wait a bit longer to hear you say yes.
A/N: Alright, well, I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in over 12 years. I hope this was good. I would love to hear what y’all think. The title is taken from ‘Rocket’ by Beyoncé.
**Tag List**
@ronearoundblindly
Let me know if you wanna be added (or removed) 😁
#ellethespaceunicorn fanfic#steve rogers#steve rogers x black!reader#x black reader#x black fem reader#x black plus size reader#steve rogers x reader#captain america#steve rogers smut#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x black reader#chris evans#chris evans characters#steve rogers fanfic#steve rogers x you#steve rogers fic#captain america x reader#steve rogers x female reader#captain america fanfiction
219 notes
·
View notes
Text
Anyone know that author of that Ari Levinson fix where he’s like the up and coming heir or his family business alongside another C Evans character I think Andy or Steve and the brother is in New York where the company is while Ari is in some small town at his cottage and he’s like the brood of the area and the read is a baker and makes the trek to his cottage and is naive and anywho he wants to marry her or does propose to her and they go to a farmers market and I think Peter Parker is flirting with her and he gets possessive and he’s thinking of how to tell her about how he’s loaded and how they’re gonna have to more to New York soon
#ari levinson x woc#ari levinson x black!reader#ari levinson smut#ari levinson#ari levinson x black reader#ari levinson x woc!reader#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x black women#chris evans x woc#chris evans x poc!reader#chris evans x black female reader#chris evans x black reader
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
🍶Pottery Date w/ Steve 🍶
Now Available as vinyl stickers on my Etsy ($2.30-$4, multiple sizes):
Sticker 1
Sticker 2
#chris evans#chris evans imagine#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x reader#steve rogers fanfiction#Steve Rogers#steve rogers smut#steve rodgers x reader#steve rogers x black!reader#Black Girl Magic#Melanin Art#Beautiful Black Women#Melanin Queen#Afro Art#Black Excellence#Digital Illustration#Vintage Inspired#Dark Skin Beauty#Black Artists#Soft Colors#Cute Melanin#Artistic Soul#Fifties Style#Black Creatives#Portrait Art#Bold and Beautiful#Women of Color Art#Diverse Artists#Retro Vibes
288 notes
·
View notes
Text
| Party Girl Teaser |
Summary: You secretly go to a party mid exam season and your friend forgets to exclude Ari, your responsible senior boyfriend, from their social media stories. To make things worse, said party is at his rival, Ransom Drysdale's house, who unbeknownst to you, ends up posting a picture of you two together.
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Ari Levinson. This will be a mature story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Spanking, groping, punishment, protective!Ari, possessive!Ari Daddy kink, ddlg vibes, fingers, orgasm denial, p-in-v, cock warming, slight angst because we are being responsible for once.
Status: Complete.
Note: Tap on the status to access. 🩷
#ari levinson#ari levinson smut#ari levinson imagine#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x you#ari levinson x female reader#ari levison x reader#ari levinson x y/n#ari levinson x black!reader#ari levinson fanfiction#ari levinson fic#ari levinson angst#chris evans#chris evans characters#chris evans character fanfiction#chris evans character x reader#chris evans imagine
258 notes
·
View notes
Text
Off the Market
Summary: Ari learns that you're not the sharing type. Which is fine by him, because neither is he.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Jealous/Possessive Reader, Oral Sex (mentioned), Discussions of Public Sex, Mentions of Disordered Eating, Polite Fat Shaming, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Be sure to check out the follow-up fic, A Man Starved. Not beta'd. Not beta'd. All mistakes my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
“So?” You ask before taking another sip of your milkshake. The thick and creamy treat goes down easy, which makes the amount of time it took to get to you well worth it. “What’s the verdict?”
“Not bad.” Your companion mumbles as he eagerly gulps down his own shake. “Not bad at all. But just so we’re clear, drinkin’ one of these isn’t gonna get you out of our deal.” He stirs the drink with his straw before plucking out the cherry and popping it in his mouth. “Remember you swore on it.” He holds up his pinky finger as a reminder.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.” You tell him as a smile flits its way across your lips. Without thinking, you go to feed him your own cherry. You find yourself giggling at the way he playfully nips at your fingers, his tongue lapping at the traces of whipped cream.
There went your big Beast of a man proudly living up to his nickname, as per usual. Thank goodness you were the only couple dining outside today.
“Hey. How come yours tastes better?” Ari pouts suddenly, sending you into another fit of giggles.
“We got the exact same thing, honey.” You roll your eyes at him before returning your attention to the menu in your hand.
“Bird?” His growl comes out soft and silky. And it immediately has you on high alert. Because you recognized that tone.
It meant you were in trouble.
“Um, yes?” You try ducking your head behind the oversized, laminated piece of paper. Maybe if he couldn’t see you anymore, he’d just let it ride.
“Did you just do what I think you just did?”
“Well, I suppose that depends on what you think I just did.” You sneak another sip of your chocolate shake, doing your best to forget about all the extra unnecessary calories you’re putting into your body right then. After all, you and your man had a deal. And you aimed to see it through.
“I think you just rolled your eyes at me.” Ari rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward on his arms in an attempt to get your attention. “Now, just because I gave you a pass back the boutique–”
You blow out an annoyed breath. “That wasn’t my fault! You kept making me model the most ridiculous pieces for you, even when I knew they wouldn’t fit.” You peek out from behind your menu long enough to scan the area for Stella, your waitress. Of course she’s nowhere to be found.
Which, oddly enough, was fine by you. There was just something about the woman that seemed to ruffle your feathers a bit. Although you couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason why.
“Except they did fit.” Your bounty hunter surprises you by yanking the menu from your grasp. He then tosses both yours and his onto a nearby empty table. “And maybe if you would’ve allowed me into the fitting room with you earlier, we could’ve scored you another bathing suit. I still think we should go back for that sweet little black and white number. That ass was made for it.”
“It was too small. Just like the other ones.” You counter, feeling your cheeks heat at the intimate praise. The burn only intensifies when you recall the way he’d simply let himself into the fitting room after you’d vetoed your third bathing suit. It had been his pick, which meant he felt that he was well within his rights to, as he put it, “see for himself”.
One Hour Earlier
“Baby.” He said, chuckling softly. “If a woman expects a man to wait outside and do it patiently, then perhaps she ought to give him a little show.” When you balked he’d simply shrugged and picked up an ice blue monokini before handing it over to you, silently demanding that you try it on. With him right there in the flippin’ fitting room.
And he hadn’t felt the least bit compelled to help preserve your modesty by looking away as you’d changed. Instead, he’d had the gall to take a seat in a chair that was tucked away in a corner.
“This is completely inappropriate!” You hissed, clutching the forgotten suit to your chest. “Wh–what if someone comes by?”
“Then I expect you’ll have to be quiet then, won’t you?” He held a finger to his lips, playfully shushing you. “That way it stays our little secret. Now, how about you model the pink one for me?”
“I’ll model whatever you want once we get back to your place.” You tried, your entire body had been practically vibrating with embarrassment.
“Nah. I’m afraid that ain’t gonna work for me.” Ari had leaned back in his chair then, leisurely crossing his long legs over his ankles. “See, this Beast of yours is itchin’ for some instant gratification.” He’d locked his fingers together before resting them on his firm stomach. “And I ain’t leavin’ until I get it.”
“Guess we’ll be in here for a long time then, huh?” You’d responded rather snippily. “Because I’m not about to–”
“You know, sweetheart, now that I’m thinking about it, I just realized you haven’t fed me yet today.”
“I thought we were gonna grab a bite after..?” The knowing look that passed between you two had been enough to make you feel weak in the knees. “Umm...”
“You know how I get when you make me go too long without a taste.” His piercing blue eyes had dropped to your (thankfully) still panty clad pussy. “I’m gonna need a fix, baby. And soon.” You’d watched him cup his impressive cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Otherwise I might start gettin’ antsy.” The silky purr of his voice alone had been enough to have your thighs clenching.
“Don’t – ooh! Behave yourself, damn you!” You’d done your best to ignore the way your core had spasmed with need. “There will be no funny business in this fitting room. You are not getting us kicked out of this store, Beast!”
“But I’m hungry now. Starving actually.” He’d pressed, a wolfish grin spreading across his features. “And all I can think about is sinking to my knees and burying my face in that gorgeous pussy. Right here. Right now.”
You'd watched as he rose from his seat, his big body crowding your smaller one. “Wanna taste all that sweet, wild honey of yours when you cum on my tongue like a good girl.” You’d also squealed none-too-quietly when he pinned you against the wall.
And although the man had seen fit to warn you of his plan, you still hadn’t been prepared for his boldness. Even less so when he dropped to his knees in front of you, his nimble fingers tugging at the edges of your panties.
“Ari…” You'd breathed, rising on your toes to graze your lips along his bearded jaw. “We can’t. Not here. Patience, sugar.”
“Like I told you, I’m about out.” He’d responded on the heels of a groan. “But I might be able to find some more. Maybe. But only if…”
“If what?”
“If you stay the night once we get back to Bell’s Creek. I wanna spend the rest of the evening getting all tangled up in you. Especially after I managed to work up such a sweet tooth.” Ari had brushed mouth over your covered mound, loving the way your nipples pebbled at his words - his touch.
“I accept your terms.” You’d told him with a soft giggle as heat suffused your cheeks. “Now let me go so I can model these last few for you. It’s about time we get a move-on to our next stop -- no more kisses. Oh God, Ari! Be patient!”
“I’m not trying on another thing after I stuff my face, honey.” You mumble as you take another sip of your drink. “We’ll just have to come back another time. Plus, you’ve already spent more than enough on me.”
“You’re worth it.”
“You should’ve at least let me pay for half.” You start to protest, feeling uncomfortable with being doted on in such a way.
“Already said no. And you ain’t payin’ for lunch either, so you’d best not get that pretty mouth all twisted up to ask.”
“How about we–” You find your conversation interrupted by the arrival of your waitress, Stella.
“Hey, ya’ll!” She chirps as she comes around the corner, her blonde ponytail bouncing behind her as she finally makes her way to your table. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. How are those shakes treating you, hm? Pretty good?”
“They’re great.” You and Ari respond at the same time.
“I just knew you’d love ‘em!” She responds rather animatedly, her freshly manicured fingers lightly brushing over Ari’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to notice. But you do. Because it’s not the first time it’s happened. “Looks like you’re doin’ alright over there, handsome. Can I get you another one?”
“No, thank you.” Your Bounty Hunter hums, his gaze locked on the menu as he works to make a final decision. “But I do think we’re ready to order.”
“Yep.” You readily agree, even as your eye twitches. “We sure are.”
Stella makes an innocent show of turning away from you, her gaze focused on Ari. “I bet a big, strapping fella like you would be interested in one of our steaks. Our beef is grass-fed and sourced locally. Which means it’s always fresh, never frozen.”
“Actually, I think we’re both gonna have–” You attempt to interject, only to be shut down without so much as a glance in your direction.
“Did you happen to see our line of Skinny Gal Salads, buttercup? They come with all the flavor, but only half the calories. They’re listed on page two if you wanna take a gander while I walk your lovely friend here through tonight’s specials featuring our signature porterhouse.”
Your waitress’ audacity hits you so hard you almost feel a headache coming on as an unexpected fury burns in your belly. A belly that could probably stand to benefit from one of those so-called Skinny Gal salads, but then again that would go against the deal you’d made last night.
Which involved you and your man enjoying a couple of worry-free milkshakes and bacon cheeseburgers. You’d promised that you would try to relax and not get so caught up in all of that internal calorie counting like you usually did.
So, like it or not, a deal was a deal and you aimed to see it through. Regardless of what your waitress had to say about it. And if the woman was smart, she’d take her hand off your man’s arm before something happened to it.
“Now handsome, did I hear you say you were visiting from Bell’s Creek?” Your waitress cocks her hip against the table while she ignores you in favor of cozying up to your Beast. “Because it just so happens that I have a friend there that I like to visit from time to time. Do you happen to know–”
“Actually, I’ve heard amazing things about your barnyard cheeseburgers. So I think we’re gonna have two of those with bacon. Extra bacon. Please.” You tack on the last word, which is spoken through gritted teeth.
Finally, Stella turns to you and offers a patronizing smile. “Can I interest you in a side salad with that, buttercup? It comes with a spritz of our homemade red wine vinaigrette.”
Ari sits back in silence, apparently content to watch whatever the fuck was transpiring between you and this bottle blonde heifer with a notepad. Which was fine. You were a big girl who knew how to take-up for herself when the situation called for it.
“I want fries, sugarplum. But who knows, my friend might want one of those skinny ass salads to go with his meal. Does that sound good to you, baby?” While your eyes never leave hers, you manage to catch a glimpse of a smile from your companion.
“I, uh, would also like fries.” He coughs. You can tell he’s trying not to laugh, which only serves to piss you off even more. “But thank you.”
“That’ll be all, honey.” You politely growl, snatching Ari’s menu from him before your waitress could use it as an excuse to touch him again. “We’ll let you know if you need anything else.”
“But you haven’t heard the specials.” Stella turns back to Ari, a soft pout gracing her plump lips. “It just might change your mind. You might find yourself wanting something…better.”
Oh, no the fuck she did not. Your man was fine with his choice. You. The burger. All of it. Be gone, bitch!
“We’re good.” You snap, seething inwardly. “You couldn’t possibly have anything more special than what he’s already got goin’ on in front of him, right here. Right now.”
Your waitress stares you down, but you refuse to be the one to blink first. If your eyes gave up and fell out, you had faith Ari would collect them for you before safely guiding you home. Your man was a gentleman like that.
“I guess I’ll go ahead and get these orders in. Two burgers, heavy bacon, coming right up.” The smile she gives you now is much more brittle and it doesn’t meet her eyes. But you also can’t bring yourself to give a fuck.
This woman needed to remember to stay in her lane before you ran her off the road.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome.”
And then she’s gone. You find your glaring at her retreating form. You’re actually in the middle of fantasizing about what would happen if you took a pair of scissors to her annoying ass ponytail when you hear your name being called.
“What?” You snarl as Ari comes back into focus. And what the hell was he grinning about? Didn’t he realize that that pretty face of his was in slapping distance?
“You’re really something, baby.” He murmurs, his gorgeous blue eyes dancing with mischief. “You know that?”
“Meaning?” At the moment, you were in no mood for anyone else’s bullshit.
Ari leans forward in his chair as one of his big hands comes to rest atop yours. “I just meant…I’ve never seen you jealous before. It just surprised me a little is all.” He finishes with a shrug. “I didn’t expect for you to…to…”
“Didn’t expect for me to do what, Beast?” Your tone softens as you watch his head dip, his bearded cheeks tinged with red. He perks up when you give his hand an affectionate squeeze, flipping your positions slightly so you can lace your fingers through his.
“Claim me.”
Those two simple words are enough to send you reeling. Is that really what you had just done?
“It’s no secret that I like you, Bird. A lot.” His voice drops an octave as he works to explain himself. “Every time I see you, it’s like there’s something in me deep down inside me that screams mine. I guess I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way about me. Until now.”
Was he being serious? Of course he was! This man had never struck you as the type to joke about any of this.
“I like you too, Ari. But what I didn’t like was watching our waitress flirt with you like I wasn’t even here. I almost fucked her up with my spoon for touching what’s mine.” Ari’s perfect teeth sink into his plush bottom lip, his nostril’s flaring as his mind works to process your admission.
“Say that again.” The command rumbles out from somewhere deep in his chest, compelling you to obey. “Louder”
“You’re mine, Ari Levinson. For today. Tomorrow. For however long this magical thing between us lasts – you belong to me.” You breathe, butterflies filling your belly. “You’re officially off the market, you got that?”
“I hear you, Bird. Loud and fucking clear.” The grin on his face soon proves to be infectious. “And you have no idea just how happy I am to hear you say that.” Ari opens his arms to you then, beckoning you forward.
The next thing you know, you’re up and moving before you’ve even registered what’s happening. All you knew was that your man needed you. Which meant you needed to go to him. Now.
“I always want you, Ari. Even when I shouldn’t.” You tell him as you gracefully slide into his lap, looping your arms around his neck as you do.
“I know the feeling.” Ari murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours. “Which is why I want to do something special once we get back to Bell’s Creek. Before I have to leave again.” The startled look on your face has your Bounty Hunter rushing to finish his thoughts before you can verbalize your confusion.
“What do you–?”
“I’m only gonna be gone a few days, baby. Three, maybe four, tops.” One of his large, slightly calloused palms presses against the back of your neck, drawing you in closer to him so that he can take your lips again.
“Oh.” Comes your lame reply.
“I’m coming back to you, Bird.” Ari rests his forehead against yours as you try to calm your racing heart. “You have my word. But I still wanna do something special for you – for us – before I go. Will you let me do that without a fight?”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Feeling content, Ari leans in to capture your mouth with his own once again. After behaving himself all day, it was time for his reward.
“Wait.” You place your hand on his chest, halting his advances. “You’re still mine wherever you go. I don’t care if it’s fucking Siberia.” You grab a fistful of his shirt, hauling him forward. “You’ll still be mine there too. You with me?”
“Fuck yeah I am.” Ari growls, using both of hands to cradle your face as he slants his lips over yours once again. The kiss is as passionate as it is raw. Your tongues dance together, both fighting for dominance. But this time your Beast lets you win.
Desire burns in your belly as you savor the sensual victory. You bury your fingers in his hair, tugging at the chestnut strands. Meanwhile, one of Ari’s hands goes to grip your hip, making you moan when he gently molds and kneads your curves.
Jesus Christ! You suddenly felt as if you were wearing too many clothes.
His lips skim along the column of your throat as you pant. You were always so fucking needy for him all the time. It made it almost impossible for you to resist him during moments like these.
You’re so lost in each other that you don’t even bother to look up when you hear footsteps approaching. “Will these be separate checks or…oh.” You hear your waitress stammer as she tries to collect herself. “I’ll, um - I'll just bring the one.”
Ari briefly pulls away, eliciting a soft whine from you. “Thanks. And while you're at it, we’ll be taking our food to-go.”
“Bye, Stella.” You giggle as you give a little wave before playfully nipping at his jaw, not even bothering to glance over at the other woman’s face. You knew it was petty, but staking your claim on this man in front of your so-called rival felt so damn good. Especially after a day like today.
Frankly, the only way it could get any better was if you could make yourself utter those three magic words – the same ones you’d been practicing in the mirror last night. But right now they simply wouldn't come. They kept getting stuck in your throat.
Oh well. Guess you’d just have to try again tomorrow.
END
Unofficial Tag List
@katymae12344
@daykrisr99
@identity2212
@hisredheadedgoddess28
@blackhawkfanatic
@jamneuromain
@daykrisr99
@queerqueenlynn
@pono-pura-vida
#cevansbrat0007 Sweet Renegade Series#chris evans imagines#ari levinson imagines#chris evans fanfiction#ari levinson fanfiction#chris evans x you#ari levinson x you#chris evans x black!reader#ari levinson x black!reader#chris evans x woc!reader#ari levinson x woc!reader#chris evans x black reader#ari levinson x black reader#chris evans smut#ari levinson smut#chris evans x reader#chris evans x female!reader#chris evans x girlfriend!reader#ari levinson x reader#ari levinson x female!reader#ari levinson x girlfriend!reader#chris evans x poc!reader#ari levinson x yn#chris evans x yn#ari levinson x y/n#chris evans x y/n#ari levinson girlfriend!reader#chris evans x fem!reader#ari levinson x fem!reader#ari levinson x poc!reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
reinecosplay
Reine Cosplay
chimyoonhope
아포방포💜
lunaticuniverse
across the universe
lxrdnubian
LXRDNUBIAN🇸🇸
doomsprites
howdy