Chris Evans Imagines

Chris Evans Is An A$$ Man

Warning: Smut

Author's Note: Nor exactly my best smut, but I hope y'all like it anyways.

Also, if anyone is interested, I am selling "Chris Evans Is An Ass Man" vinyl decals on my Etsy Shop at Amy Lillian Designs 😉

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Chris closed the laptop after finishing his Zoom call for the next ASP video that would be posted tomorrow. He looked around the living room and kitchen and noticed Y/N wasn't around. He got up from the chair and walked to his master bedroom. She wasn't there either. He checked his phone and didn't see a text message she would have sent him if she had left the house. But, she didn't.

"Where is she, bubba?" Dodger lifted his head from his doggy bed. He looked at him wirh tires eyes. He put his head back down and groaned before falling back asleep. Chris chuckled.

Maybe she's working out, Chris thought to himself as he made his way downstairs to his basement. When Chris bought his home in Boston, he converted the basement into a home gym. Although it was mostly for him, Y/N also loved the gym. She didn't have to worry about creeps checking her out and approaching her at the gym during her workouts. Plus, it was more convenient as she could go any time. It came in handy on nights she couldn't sleep and she wore herself out with a workout.

Chris stood in front of the door and heard a soft muffled sound, his brilliant idea of having the gym basement soundproof. He opened the door and peeked inside. Y/N had the TV on and was working out to one of EMK's HITT Videos on YouTube.

His eyes immediately landed on Y/N's butt. She was wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants. They definitely helped highlight her amazing round butt. Chris's eyes followed her butt as she did squat pulses. He couldn't tell if she was wearing underwear or not, but he didn't care. He was ready to rip those yoga pants open.

Chris felt his dick harden as Y/N bent down and slowly came back up, flipping her loose hair in the process. She did it a couple of more times. Chris was already in pain as his hard dick was restrained from his jeans, begging to be set loose.

Just then, the workout finished. Y/N got down on the floor, ready to do her stretches. She laid down on the mat before slowly getting into a downward dog pose.

Chris couldn't take it anymore. He opened the door wide enough to let himself in and closed it behind him so Dodger wouldn't come in. Startled by the noise, Y/N let out a small 'Yelp!' sound as she lost her balance and fell down the mat. She rolled over to see Chris.

He walked over to her. He carefully lifted his leg and stood above her, her in between his legs. She looked up and noticed his blue eyes were dark, filled with lust. He licked his lips, hungry for something only she could provide for him. She immediately felt her clit twitch.

Her legs were sprawled out and he sat down between the open space of her legs. She pushed herself up and sat up in front of him. Chris wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to his lap. She immediately gasped as she felt his hard dick pressed against her core.

His hands slowly glided down her butt cheeks. He took his time caressing her beautiful round butt. Enjoying every curve. She moaned, enjoying the feeling of his large rough hands slipping inside of her yoga pants. She gasped as he squeezed her butt hard.

"No underwear?" He growled as he felt the smoothness of her skin against his palms.

"No," she answered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She grounded herself before she slowly started rolling her hips. Chris hissed at the sudden move. She leaned forward. She tugged on his earlobe between her teeth before she whispered, "because I know how crazy it drives you when I don't wear any."