Chris Evans Imagines

Sexy Black Boots (Smut!)

Warning: SMUT! From start to finish. Literally. Grab the holy water.

• Daddy kink Don't give me shit about this. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

• Also, the lingerie outfit, I got from the Adam & Eve website. I didn't want to post a picture of it at the risk of breaking any of Wattpad's terms and conditions. However, I did include the name of the piece. So, feel free to google the outfit on your own.

Author's Note: If you're read 'Christmas Tree Picking', you'll remember I mentioned a pair of sexy black boots that drove Chris crazy whenever Y/N wore them. Well, the time has come. I've decided to write a SMUT chapter about those boots. Enjoy.

Lastly, random question: WHY DID CHRIS EVANS DELETE ALL HIS SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNTS?! 😩💔😭

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Chris groaned. His dick immediately hardened against his jeans, begging to be set free as he saw Y/N in the sexiest lingerie outfit he's ever seen.

He had just gotten home from a day filled with ASP meetings. Although he loved being a part of ASP and helping everyone be informed of the important issues happening in today's government issues, the meetings were long and exhausting. He was ready to come home and relax, maybe even enjoy a nice warm bubble bath. He was not expecting to see the love of his life sitting on the edge of their bed with those damn black sexy boots.

Chris licked his lips as his eyes slowly moved down to her exposed boobs. It was an open cup outfit. Her nipples were already hard and ready for his mouth. Y/N smirked as she stood up. His eyes slowly trailed along the rest of the outfit, appreciating every single inch of it.

Straps studded with eye-catching metal ran around her body. Over her shoulders, underneath her boobs, at her waist, all the straps meet to connect at the center of her stomach. A flouncy skirt hovers effortlessly over her curves.

And then, there were the damn sexy black boots that drove him absolutely wild. They were black high heel boots that reached above her knee. He loved the way they looked on her. The way they clung to her legs like a second body suit. Anytime she wore them, the inner beast inside him - that he didn't even know he had until the first time she wore them - always came out. But he blamed the boots for making him an animal behind their closed bedroom.

As if she read his mind, she slowly turned around. Knowing damn well her man was an ass man, she bent down and shook her ass. Chris groaned again when he noticed a barely there thong peeking underneath the skirt. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in between her legs, his hands roughly gripping her exposed thighs with her thigh high boots on.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He needed her. He needed to touch her. Kiss every inch of her beautiful skin. Love and worship her body before railing her.

"Do you like what you see, baby? It's called an Iris caged mini dress," she purred.

Chris walked up behind her. His hand gently rubbed her right butt cheek before he lifted his hand back and smacked her ass. She groaned. He quickly - but gently- pulled her by the hair, bringing her body to his. Y/N immediately pressed her ass against his hard erection.

His hands started at her waist and slowly moved up, tracing along her curves. She began to grind her ass against him, feeling the outline of his hard dick in between her butt cheeks. Y/N gasped as Chris flicked her nipples. His lips trailed against her neck, trailing to her ear.

With his teeth, he tugged on her earlobe. "I fucking love what I see baby," his voice was lust filled. Chris' hands cupped her breast and started massaging them. He loved the way they felt so full and soft, and fit perfectly in his hands. "I don't know what I did to deserve this."