The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Losing Sleep*: Chris Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Y/n
Warning: pure smut
A/N: this is a very old story.. in case this story gets taken down again follow my tumblr: @nora-malfoypotter.
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It was a late night. Y/n had been up all night reading a script for a potential movie she was debating on signing onto. Her head was throbbing as her and her best friend Chris were throwing lines at each other.

The night only seemed to get longer as time went on. Y/n had never been at Chris' house this late and already felt as if she had overstayed her welcome.

"Chris, I'm really not feeling this. It's late. My head hurts, and I'm sure you'd like to be in bed by now.

"You're doing great. I can stay up with you as long as you need." Chris walked closer to Y/n and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n wasn't surprised by his action. They'd done movies together and became great friends. He'd done things like this a lot. However, the words that come out of his mouth next is what grabbed Y/n's attention.

"You know, I've always thought you were a very beautiful woman," He says, playing with a strand of her hair, "You have beautiful eyes. I could get lost in them."

Chris' hand moved from her hair to her cheek. Y/n's face started to grow hot and red.

"Such beautiful, soft, brown skin. I bet you taste as sweet as you look."

Y/n's eyes widen. She couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"Chris, what's going on?" Y/n's voice was shaky, her stomach filled with butterflies. She'd always seen her and Chris' relationship as nothing but platonic so the sudden nervousness and blush was new. She didn't know if she should like this newfound attention or to be concerned.

"Y/n, come on. You know I've always wanted you." Chris says, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"No, Not really." Y/n steps back from him with her eyebrows furrowed. She wasn't mad, definitely not mad. Just... confused.

"I've tried to tell you before. I've tried to make moves. I'd always try to get you to stay at my house after parties. Invited you to read scripts with me that I wasn't even considering just to be around you." Y/n's heart started racing. Every time she took a step back, Chris took a step forward, trying to close the space she would create between them.

"I-" Y/n stopped her sentence. She needed to process. She'd be lying if she said she didn't think of Chris in ways she shouldn't have. He was a very good looking man and very respectful. He'd always treated her so nicely and was there when no one else was.

"What would this mean for us? If I told you I felt the same." A bit of confidence started to build in her when she saw Chris' little smirk. She did feel the same. She did want Chris. She just didn't expect him to feel this way about her at all. 

"It could mean whatever you want it to mean, Sweetheart." Chris' Boston accent was very present. Y/n had never heard it that thick before and to say she liked it would be an understatement.. She was blushing and Chris could tell.

Y/n walked closer to Chris and placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked down at her hand and back at her with a closed smile on his face. His blue eyes staring down at her brown ones.

"Chris, I feel the same." Y/n said, voice barely above a whisper. Chris took that as his permission to crash his lips into hers.

Their sweet kiss turned into a heated one. Y/n's hands found their way to Chris' hair and tugged on it gently. Y/n felt Chris' smile forming. Chris' hands explored down her body until they eventually landed on her ass and he gave it a firm squeeze. Y/n breath hitch in response. His hands move down her ass and onto the back of her thighs, gently lifting her up. Chris broke the kiss only to look over her face and smile.