One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

39th (CHRIS EVANS)

>Reader is a fuck buddy to actor Chris Evans

WARNINGS: sex, pillowtalk (tho that's not a warning?), mentions of infertility (idk if that triggers u but yea)

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Crescent marks painted on his back as beads of sweat ran down his skin, the sounds of wet slapping, skin to skin, filled the room which seemed to have intensified in temperature for the last hour.

"Oh, god...I'm...I'm close," you whined out, the pressure forming a knot deep down your belly. You heard Chris grunted, his eyes screwed shut on top of you as he kept rutting against you, his pace crazy fast. "Chris, Chris, Chris. Oh my..."

"That's it, baby. Come on, you're doing so good," he said, ending with a loud guttural groan, "taking me so well, aren't you?"

Chris slid both his arms underneath your shoulders, craddling the sides of your head carefully as he pushed his weight down to you. The soft swells of your chest molded onto his hard and lean ones, your nipples grazing his skin and sending another ripple of pleasure to your core. Chris let out a moan when he fucked into you harder, and faster, desperate to chase his orgasm. You have had yours twice already that night, and your thrice was coming close, your legs quivering up high.

You felt Chris' hot tongue on your neck, licking on the skin, giving it an occasional suck, leaving red marks behind. His lips travelled up to the spot under your ear, making you moan and him smirking against your skin.

"Come on, (y/n). Gimme one last...one more, babe. Let go," a series of short moan went past his lips, and god forbid, did it sound so animalistic and sexy as hell, "I'm right here...come on."

Your eyes rolled back to your head, your arms snaking around his neck with your fingers raking on his long locks, tugging and pulling when you could no longer take the immense pleasure of everything Chris has made you feel. Him on top of you, his weight trapping you between his body and the soft mattress, his warmth, and the feel of his hard and slick member pushing in and out of your core for almost an hour now.

Chris lifted his hips in the air, thrusting in a new angle into your pussy in a sudden jolt, making you moan. He captured your mouth in a wet and sloppy kiss, his tongue caressing the top of your mouth, with you just letting go and submitting to him. He repeated the way he thrusted into you, calculated yet hard, the headboard of your bed slapping against the wall.

You let out a long moan, your eyes flying shut. "I'm cum...cumming, Chris. Oh my god..."

A scream went past your lips, and Chris swallowed it with his mouth enclosing yours in a kiss. He cupped your head with both his large hands, your legs shaking as the knot in your core finally let go, feeling the pressure burst as you squirmed beneath him. His weight kept you in place, as his hips stilled between your legs, pushing his full length inside you. He spilled his seed deep, white ribbons of his cum coating your walls, and he moaned out, grasping for air.

Chris continued to jerk his hips slowly, riding out both of your highs. Both of you sighed in pleasure and relief. Your hands combing his sweat-covered hair as he laid on top of you, arms still craddling you to keep you close.

Both your orgasms have finally subsided, his member soft inside your walls. Chris lifted himself from you, a smug smirk on his face as he leaned his head back down to place a wet kiss on your lips. You slapped his shoulders, laughing, and he obliged to move away from you, sliding off and moved to lay down beside you with another contented sigh.

"Best sex ever." He blurted out, eyes half-closed.

You laughed. "Touché. Well, it's been a rough day for both of us. We always know what we need."