Chris and Co. Oneshots

Piano Playing Tattooed Man - Chris Evans x Reader

Best Friend's Brother Oneshot

A/N: This has been 100% inspired by the tiny peek we got at Chris' new tattoo.

This takes place in the Best Friend's Brother universe between part 25 and the epilogue but this literally has no plot what so ever so you don't have to have read the series to understand it and it can be read as a standalone

Warnings: This is literally just SMUT! 18+ ONLY, there's also some fluff too!

It was a hot august day, one of those days when everything and everyone stops. It's quiet and peaceful as people find spots outside to read a book or listen to music, lounge by the pool. Which is what you and Chris had decided to spend the day doing. Lounging by the pool, reading your books, occasionally taking a dip in the pool to cool off.

Chris was walking through the house towards the kitchen to grab himself and you a fresh cold drink. As he walked through the living room his eyes landed on his piano in the corner. To this day he could still vividly remember watching you sing on New Years Eve, it was that moment he realised just how much he still loved you.

His body acted almost involuntary as he walked over and sat down at the piano. His long fingers gently pressed against the keys, he had no particular song in mind so he just played. Letting the notes lead onto each other, creating a whole new melody that he'd probably never remember or play again.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been sat there but a smile grew on his face when he felt your hand rest on his shoulder, thumb running over his bare skin. He smiled over at you as you moved to sit beside him on the bench.

You looked like a goddess. Your skin beautifully sun kissed. The bikini you wore complimenting your body perfectly, accentuating all of your assets. Your hair pushed back off your face by your sunglasses resting on your forehead.

He continues to play the piano as you rest your head on his shoulder, pressing the occasional kiss to his skin. He loved the feeling of you besides him so much that he paused wrapping his arm around you, pulling you onto his lap so you were sat sideways across his lap.

You smile being this close to him, kissing his cheek before settling into him. Chris kisses the side of your head before resting his hands on the keys and picking back up the song he had been playing.

As he continued to play you wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers running over the nape of his neck and up into his hair. Your left hand then rests on his chest, Chris smiles when he feels the cold sensation of your engagement ring against his skin. The memory of when he proposed just a couple months ago fresh in his mind.

Your finger then started to trace over his tattoos. Paying particular attention to the newest addition to the collection. The two flowers that were on his right shoulder, your birth flower and his tied together with string. He could remember the look on your face when he told you that he'd left enough space to add the birth flowers of your future children.

Chris was struggling to focus on playing the piano with you on his lap. Especially when you shifted. He couldn't resist shifting you so you were now facing him, straddling his hips. You smile wrapping your arms around his shoulders pressing a kiss to his cheek.

All concentration was lost as you continue to press kisses along his jawline. Soon enough the music stopped as his hands moved to your back pulling your chest against his.

Your hands move to cup his cheeks, your thumbs brushing over his beard. He kisses you deeply, tongue running over your lower lip before delving inside. Your hips gently roll towards his making him groan.

Without a second thought he hooked his hands under your thighs and stood up from the piano. He thought of carrying you up to the bedroom but he needed you now. So instead he walked the short distance to the couch gently setting you down.

His hands roam over your body as he lies you down, moving over you caging you in between his arms. Your back arches as he presses kisses along your jawline down your neck and to your collar bone.

His hands find the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling them loose before completely discarding the fabric. His hand runs up your thigh, your breath hitching when his thumb brushed over the top of your mound.

He smirks against your neck when he runs his long fingers up and down your slit, collecting your slick bringing it up to your clit. You let out a breathy moan as he rubs circles over the sensitive nub, your hips bucking up into his hand.

He answers your wordless plea he presses the tip of his finger against your entrance before pushing inside. A moan escaping your lips, your hand gripping his shoulder as he thrusts his finger inside you. When he can tell you're close he adds another finger making you gasp.

As you hit your high he pushes down his swim trunks with his free hand. He then lines himself up groaning as he pushes inside you, feeling your walls pulsating around him as you came down from your high.

You moan as he starts thrusting into you, your leg moving to hook around his hip. He kisses you deeply cupping your cheek bringing your lips closer to his. As he picks up the pace he feels you grow close to your end, your nails digging into his skin.

He founds his release soon after yours, pressing his forehead against yours. You smile up at him, chest heaving as you caught your breath. You run your fingers through his hair, brushing it back into place before cupping his cheek. Chris smile down at you turning his head so he could kiss your palm. He then leans down to press a languid kiss to your lips.

"I could really use that drink now" you smirk once he pulled away.

Chris laughs nodding his head as he presses another quick kiss to your lips before getting up to get you your drink.