Chris Evans Imagines

Professor Evans (Smut)

Author's Note: I've really been enjoying Chris Evans on his Red One press tour. The long hair and his adorable glasses. It definitely inspired me to write this imagine. I hope y'all like it.

Warning: SEX!

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Y/N carefully rolled over to her side. She grabbed the bed sheet, trying her best to wrap it around her naked body without waking up the naked man next to her. Just when she thought she could sneak off, an arm slung over her waist. She let out a small gasp as he pulled her naked body against his. His lips ghosted against the shell of her ear. "Where do you think you're going, darling?"

She bit her bottom lip as goosebumps covered her body. "Umm, sorry, I have to go. I have a meeting at 9."

He tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. "We still have plenty of time, darling. I'm not done with you yet."

He grabbed her hip firmly, bringing her beautiful and perfect ass against his hips. She whimpered as his hard and thick cock rested between her butt cheeks. She closed her eyes and snippets of the hot, passionate, and rough sex from last night brought a warm feeling over every inch of her body and down to her throbbing clit She remembered every touch, kiss, bite..

He groaned when she began to move in circles against him. "Such a good girl," he praised.

She reached behind her and grabbed his cock. Her hand moved up and down his shaft. "Tell me what you want," she asked.

In an instant, he turned her over to face him. Then, rolled them both to where he was laying on his back and she was straddling his hips. "I want you to ride me and let me see those beautiful girls bounce in front of me."

She began to grind her clit along his dick, lubricating him with her wetness. He groaned. "Oh, baby girl, you're already so wet for me."

"I don't know what you did to me," she sighed blissfully, "but after last night, just reminiscing what you did to me..." his tip brushed against her clit, "fuck," she moaned. "No one has ever made me wet so quickly."

His hands gripped her hips and stopped her movements. She whimpered at the lost friction.

"Can I ask you to do something?" He said seriously as he sat up. His eyes immediately locked with hers. "You can say no-"

She smiled at him. "I'll use my safe word if I need to."

"It's not something that requires a safe word," He shook his head. "No, this is a consent situation. I won't do it without your consent. So, please keep in mind, you can say no if you want to."

"Oh, okay," she bit her bottom lip, nervously.

"You said no one has ever made you wet so quickly. Well, darling, no one has ever felt so good and perfect for me. And I know this sounds so cliche or maybe even douche-y, but I don't know how else to say it... it was like we were made for each other."

She gasped as his tip grazed the entrance of her wet, heated core. "I want to feel how perfect you take me all the way deep inside you."

"You mean.. no condom?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"I haven't had sex since my divorce," Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

He was previously married?! She thought to herself.

"I went last month for my yearly physical. I'm good. What about you?" He asked.

She looked at him for a moment. Last night, when she met him at the bar, she told herself it would be a one night stand. An easy hook up. She would sneak out in the morning and never look back. She wasn't expecting it to feel this good. So perfect. So right.