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68. Chris Evans | Jealous *

By : youlightmeupfinn | Tumblr 

request: Hi, girl! First of all, I'm big fan of your work! You're rock! Can I request a Chris Evans and reader when she is an actress and have to do a hot scene with another actor (HCavill or whatever you want) and when the movie/series came out she watched with Chris and he gets jealous af! Tkssss

a/n: i hope you enjoy! i used Henry Cavill cause that man does things to me uGH he's so freaking hot. fun fact; i used to write fanfics about like in 2015? 2016? maybe i should start again 😏

warnings: mentions of smut

summary: Chris attends your movie premiere with you and sees yours and Henry Cavill's newest film. But it ultimately ends in jealously.

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"Thank you so much for attending the premiere with me," You smiled over at your boyfriend as the two of you stepped out of the car, preparing to make your way down the red carpet. Chris laughed, snaking his arm around your waist as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"You attended every premiere with me Avengers-wise, it's only right if I do the same for you." He smiled, interlacing his fingers through yours. You giggled quietly as the two of you made your way down the waiting line. Tonight was the premiere of your and Henry Cavill's blockbuster romance.

You two shared the greatest chemistry on and off the screen, even going as far to spark dating rumors even though you were with Chris Evans himself.

But this was Hollywood. You knew what you were getting into.

As you progressed down the line and answered any questions, photographs were taken of you and Chris, fans absolutely going wild. One reporter even asked if you two would appear in a film together soon, to which Chris cheekily kissed you on your cheek and said, "Directors, you heard them!"

Once you all made it inside, you and Henry met up, exchanging a hug. "You look stunning," Henry smiled at you. He shook Chris' hand, the two men exchanging a welcoming smile.

"Chris, you are going to love this I think. Y/N put everything into this part." Henry laughed, causing you to blush.

Chris smiled, his arm still tangled around your waist.

"I certainly cannot wait." He laughed. After you two took your seats, the screen slowly turned and the movie was playing.

You hadn't told Chris much about this film except that it was a literal romantic comedy. However, it did entail a rather heavy scene that you weren't sure he was going to enjoy.

Your boyfriend hardly found himself getting jealous of you, because he knew where your heart was. It was attached to him and you wouldn't dream of cheating. You were hopelessly in love with Chris to the point you were grabbing his phone and saying "engagement rings, weddings, wedding dresses" into his phone hoping that the ads would generate.

With your hand linked through his, the entire theatre was filled with laughter, at some parts there were tears, but the extremely heated scene you and Henry shared was towards the end. You glanced at Chris momentarily, your fingers squeezing his, watching the scene shift.

You and Henry were nestled inside a bedroom on some oasis-type scenery, which Chris gathered was the honeymoon for the two lovebirds on screen. His smile was wide until he saw Henry snake his fingers underneath your shirt and tug you closer. Henry glanced at you, his eyes averting to Chris, not helping but to chuckle.

Soon, it was all tongues, lips, and teeth. The clothes were removed and you were a moaning mess in Henry's arms, the view of his hips rocking against yours causing your boyfriend to tense hard beside you. His face pulled into a hard line, the blue glaciers he held for eyes stone-cold. He scratched his beard awkwardly and it seemed as if his knuckles were turning awfully white the longer he was glued to the chair.

The scene shifted to where you and Henry were recovering, both sex-drunken as you laid beside each other, arms tangled around one another. Chris was not amused.

Which meant, during the afterparty, he was practically silent. He had his arm wrapped around you snugly, not letting you out of his sights, but he wasn't talking. Chris would speak if someone approached him, but other than that, he just wanted to leave.

"Chris, you've been glaring the entire time. What is going on?" You pushed him, but Chris just looked down at you, his jaw clenched.

Finally, as the night came to an end, the two of you were in the car headed back to the hotel and that's when you broke the tension.

"Baby, what's wrong? I know something's bothering you." Although you clearly knew.

Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing,"

You gripped his leg, squeezing his knee. "Lie," You smirked.

Chris' eyes glanced over at you. He shrugged his shoulders once more, not bothering to say a word.

"It was that ending scene, wasn't it?" You prodded.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. "Christopher Robert," You smiled. As soon as you two were back in the confines of your hotel room, you slipped your heels off and grabbed his hand, leading him to you.

Reaching out, you rested your hand on his cheek. "You have no need to be jealous, darling." You said as you reached forward and pressed your lips against his neck. Immediately, his response was a breathy groan, his hand flying out to rest on the small of your back. "I only have eyes for you." You whispered into his ear, your mouth pressing against his ear as you run your fingers through his hair.

You pulled back and smirked.

"Let me show you." You sang, already pushing the suit jacket off of his body, your hands immediately moving to the buttons of his address shirt. Chris allowed your hands to roam across him, his groans of satisfaction evident.

Before long, you found yourself rolling in the sheets with him, his moans uprising as you sat on top, giving him every ounce of you. His hands were holding onto your breasts, soon making their way towards your hips, admiring the curve you held as he handled your ass. You smirked, the two of you a moaning mess as Chris reached up and pulled you down against his chest, his eyes widening as an orgasm washed over him.

He twitched inside of you as you found yourself wrapping tightly around his length, your hips bouncing to provide yourself the utmost relief. Your head buried into the crook of his neck, his cologne lathering you as it rubbed off of his skin.

With sweaty foreheads pressing against the others, it was those quick and fervent kisses that screamed "I love you" to one another, that Chris Evans had absolutely no fear that you would leave.

"You're the only man for me, Chris." You said to him, as he exited from your sweet space and landed next to you. Tangling you up into his arms, you were warm and fuzzy on the inside, his arms pulling you closer.

"You sure?" Chris laughed against your ear, kissing your shoulder.

"I promise." You responded, wiggling yourself closer.