The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Orgasm High*: Chris Evans

You walked into your boyfriend's house. A long, deep sigh leaves your lips as you shrug off your coat. Placing your coat on the coat rack; you smiled to yourself when you saw Dodger walking toward you. His tail wagged as you bent down and pet his soft fur.

You looked up, seeing Chris turned the corner and looked at you. He gave you his hand, helping you raise up and then pulling you into his chest. His hands rubbing up and down your back as he embraced you.

"How was work, love?" He asked. His chest rumbling as he talked.

"So, fucking stressful. I stopped myself from leaving early twice. My boss was being a complete ass to me."

Chris placed a chaste kiss on your head and hummed.

"Oh, baby. There's nothing a little mary-jane can't fix." He suggested. The corner of his lips curled as you leaned back from his hug and looked up at him.

"What are we still doing standing here? Let's go smoke." You spoke.

Chris laughed at you as you walked past him. He turned on his heel and followed close behind you.

The two of you made your way to the living room. Chris sat on the couch. He slapped your ass before you sat next to him, making you jump a bit. You playfully slapped his arm before sitting down. Throwing your legs over his.

He had already had a joint rolled and prepared for you. You watched him as he held it to his lips, then lit it. Chris took a long, slow puff of the substance. Smoke falling from his lips as they parted. The smoke curled up and entered his nostrils as he inhaled. Chris moved his hand to your leg as he leaned against the back of the couch, passing you the joint as he closed his eyes.

You took the joint from him and did the same as him. Taking a long, slow draw off the substance and letting the most fill your lungs. The high taking over your body with just a couple of hits. The two of you did this until there was nothing left.

Chris rubbed your legs, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. He leaned over, kissing you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Great." You said, a small giggle leaving your mouth. "But I think you could make me feel better."

"You know I can." He said, kissing your neck as his hands rubbed up your leg, squeezing your thigh when you let out a small moan.

"Stand up." He demanded.

You smiled at him and stood up. Chris grabbed your hips and moved you, so you were standing in front of him. His hands rubbed up and down your sides. His cold fingertips lightly rubbing your skin underneath your work shirt.

"Chris." You whispered.

"Take this off." He said, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

You bit your lip, undoing the buttons of your shirt as Chris watched you.

Chris pulled up closer by your hips once your shirt was off. He kissed your exposed skin as he looked up at you. To him, you were a work of art. He loved seeing you so vulnerable. That is when you were the most beautiful to him.

His hands moved to your pants. He undid the button and slid the zipper down. His dark blue eyes still staring into yours as he yanks them down, you lace underwear going down with them.

You giggled at him as a wide smile took over his face.

"Scoot back." He said.

You cocked your eyebrows, giving him a confused look but doing as he said. Taking a couple steps back, you watched as he slid down from his seat and sat on the floor, his back pressing against the couch. You cocked your head to the side and smiled at him.

"Sit on my face, Y/n." He said with a wide smile.

You walked closer to him. Chris laid his head back against the cushion he once sat on, waiting for you to straddle him. You positioned yourself above him, your legs on either side of his head. You hovered over him. Chris smiled up at your throbbing cunt.

"Fuck this pussy is so pretty." He groaned.

He slapped your ass before grabbing your hips and pushing you down. You pussy connecting with his lips. You threw your head back. Your eyes closed tightly as he worked his mouth.

"Holy shit, Chris." You whined.

Chris hummed in response, causing you to jolt your hips up. He slapped your ass again, harder than before. His grip on your hips becomes tighter.

"Mmm, Chris." You moaned. Your eyes pinched together,

Chris' tongue swiped up and down your pussy. Pleasure coursing through your body. You rocked your hips against him causing a smile to grow on his face. Your clit rubbed his nose and then back to his tongue. Your moans getting louder as the feeling of euphoria takes over your body.

You were getting so close, and Chris knew this. He moved his right hand from your hips and pushed a finger into your soaking cunt. His movements are slow but so effective.

"Oh fuck. Just like that, baby." You yelled as his finger thrust into you faster.

He knew all the things that drove you crazy; all the right spots and how to get you off. He knew just how to make you cum. Hard.

Chris added another finger as his tongue worked your clit faster. You threw your head back as your legs began to shake.

Fuck. You were so goddamn close. You could feel your orgasm coming and Chris knew from how loud you were becoming. Your movement became slower and rough as you let your release take over, cumming all over his face. Chris let you ride out your high before he pulled you down on his lap.

He gave you a rough kiss. His hands on either side of your face.

"Let's take this to my room, baby."