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142. RDJ & Chris Evans | Wrap Party *

By : i-dont-do-rpfs | Tumblr

Robert Downey, Jr. x female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: language, drinking, oral sex, threesome, smut, smut, and more smut.

Summary: You, RDJ, and Evans have a party of your own after the Avengers wrap party.

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Robert's parties were always the best, the best music, the best alcohol, the best company. But with this party, well, he'd gone all out. It was, after all, perhaps the last time you would all be together in one place ever again. The entire cast of the Avengers was there, the original members, as well as those who'd come on board over the years. If they'd ever shown their face in an Avengers movie, they were in attendance. Robert's mansion was packed, filled to the brim with more people than you could count.

The alcohol was flowing freely and everybody was drunk or as close to drunk as they could get. As the party began to wind down and people began to leave, you ended up hanging out in Robert's living room with a bunch of people - Evans, Robert, Pratt, Jeremy, and Elizabeth, several dozen more in close proximity, though not invading your space. You were stretched out on Robert's insanely large couch - more like two or three beds shoved together than a couch - shoes kicked off, the heels you'd been wearing for hours making your feet ache, Evans' jacket was thrown over your shoulders to stave off the chill coming through the open French doors. Pratt and Elizabeth were off to one side, heads together, whispering furiously, and Jeremy was tapping out a beat on the back of the couch. You weren't drunk, just a little bit buzzed, feeling good, happy, comfortable. A warm and fuzzy feeling.

"Here." Robert stuck a drink in front of your face, wiggling it enough to make the ice cubes hit the sides of the glass tumbler. It was the third or fourth drink he'd brought you in the last hour.

"If I didn't know better, Downey, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me," you giggled.

Robert feigned shock, not well, considering the caliber of actor he was, and shoved the drink into your hand, then he disappeared into the crowd of people.

Evans dropped onto the couch beside you, his arm around you, his breath warm against your skin when he pressed his mouth to your ear.

"He's trying to get you drunk," he whispered.

"I know," you grinned. You turned to look at him, your lips a breath away from his. "Question is, Evans, why aren't you?"

Chris chuckled, low in the back of his throat. His hand was heavy on your waist, sliding up your side and around your back as he pulled you tight against him. "Maybe I'm letting him do all the work for me," he growled.

"Evans!"

He groaned as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and followed the voice calling his name. You sipped from your drink, watching as the crowd thinned, waving goodbye as people left. It wasn't long before you were alone. You stretched your arms over your head, threw your feet up on the couch, and let your eyes close.

"You drunk yet, Y/L/N?" Robert asked.

You opened one eye to see him standing just a couple of feet away. "Maybe," you shrugged. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Evans coming toward you, a lopsided grin on his face. You didn't miss the wink he dropped Robert's direction.

Robert sat by your feet, pulled them into your lap, picked up your left foot and began rubbing it gently, his thumb pressing into the center of it, the feeling delightfully erotic. Unable to bite it back, you moaned quietly. A few seconds later a pair of strong hands landed on your shoulders, pushing you forward so he could slip behind you, then he pulled you back to rest against his broad chest, one arm around you, his hand resting on your stomach, the other absentmindedly rubbing your arm. Chris's beard brushed against the side of your neck, his lips finding and seeking your pulse point, nibbling softly while his fingers twisted in the hem of your shirt, dragging it up a few inches, exposing your stomach. A second later, another hand slid up your leg from your foot, gently caressing you. Robert.