Chris and Co. Oneshots

Sexiest Man Alive - Chris Evans x Reader*

Warnings: Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! Publicish sex! MINORS DNI! Language!

 This was torture... absolute torture.

You hadn't seen Chris in weeks, well at least not in person. The two of you FaceTime each other every evening before bed, sometimes talking until one of you fell asleep, sometimes doing something that would keep you awake for hours.

But now, the first time you've seen him in person in weeks is watching him do his People's Sexiest Man Alive photoshoot.

It was already a hot day in Atlanta but the temperature had nothing to do with how hot and bothered you were. You felt your pulse rising with every peek of Tattoo or soft warm chuckle he gave. Knowing exactly what it felt like to run your fingers over the ink, feeling his chest rumble whenever he laughed because he was secretly ticklish.

You stood there, leg crossed, thighs pressed together, biting your thumbnail as you watched hoping your arousal wasn't too obvious. To everyone else, you probably looked completely normal, but you knew Chris could see through it all. Making the situation even more impossible with every look sent you, every wink that said that he knew, and was goddamn pleased with himself.

You were starting to regret convincing him to finally accept the title. He'd been offered it for years now but turned it down every year, always far too modest for his own good. But now even that modesty was trying to kill you because with every modest smile he did your heart skipped a beat.

When lunch was called you practically ran to Chris' dressing room. Grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge, holding the cool bottle against your feverish skin in an attempt to cool down. You took some deep breaths as you leaned against the side, quickly unscrewing the cap of the bottle when you heard the door opening.

You'd only just finished taking a sip when Chris slipped inside the room. Quickly closing the door behind him as his eyes travelled up your body.

"You okay?" He asks with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah" you cough, clearing your throat before trying to speak again "just very hot out there with this heat, I don't know how you're coping" you lie gesturing to the jacket he wore.

"Guess I'm kinda used to it, filming a Christmas movie in this heat," Chris says shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of his chair "but I don't think we're talking about the same heat"

You swallowed as you watched him approach, crossing his arms over his chest, making one long vein pop in his arm. Something he knew you couldn't resist.

Once he was standing in front of you, one hand moved to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing over the exposed skin from where he pushed your cami up. The other hand cupped your jaw, thumb brushing over and outlining your lips as he looked down at you with a lazy smile.

"I've missed you" he mutters.

"I've missed you too" you whisper, biting your lip as you look up and see his pupils blown to the point you could barely see the blue of his irises.

"I know" he murmurs his voice low "I didn't miss the way you kept your legs crossed the entire shoot, biting your lip so you didn't make a noise"

Your chest heaves as you try and think of something to explain it away, but you couldn't, not under his gaze. One that always rendered you speechless.

"Must be pretty uncomfortable for you" he continues, his hand on your hip slipping underneath your cami, sliding up until he cupped your breast, thumb running over the lace of your bra "we should probably fix that"

You let out a shuddering breath "Chris we can't- there's people outside" you manage to say.

"The door's locked and I told no one to disturb us during lunch so we could catch up," Chris says dipping his head to press slow sensual kisses to your jawline and neck "they're all in the catering tent outside, it's just you... and me..."