Chris Evans Imagines

Professor Evans - Part 2 (Smut)

Author's Note: Y'all asked for a part two and you got it. Enjoy another smut imagine.

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"Shit, shit, shit," Y/N repeated as she rushed towards the building. The doors immediately opened a couple of feet before she reached them. She made a beeline to the elevator and pushed the button. Over and over again as she mumbled to herself, "come on, come on, come on."

After leaving the Sex God's house this morning, she managed to speed to her apartment without getting pulled over. She took the quickest shower of her life. There was no way she was going to show up on her first day as a TA smelling like sex. No amount of body spray or perfume could hide the smell of seven earth shattering orgasms. Not to mention, her thighs were sticky with their mixed cum.

As she went up the elevator, she chugged the last of her energy drink. Those kinds of drinks aren't really her thing. She preferred coffee. But, once again, she didn't have time to stop at Starbucks and instead stole one of her roommate's energy drinks.

The elevator doors opened and she threw away the energy drink can in the trash can as she walked towards the office of Professor Evans. She turned a corner before rushing down the hallway. The stairway door at the end of the hallway opened. She stopped at her tracks as her amazing Sex God walked towards her.

He looked up from his phone and back down. He quickly looked back up, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him because it couldn't possibly be the amazing girl from the bar last night.

"Holy shit," he mumbled to himself. His lips formed a devilish smirk and walked quickly towards her.

"Fuck me," she said to herself, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled. "I already did and I'll gladly do it again, darling."

"What-" She started to ask a question when another familiar voice interrupted her.

"Hey, sexy pants," Y/N's ex had just walked out of the office in front of her. "Where have you been, muffin top? I've been trying to call you."

"David, not now. I'm actually late to meet Professor Evans," she explained hoping he'll go away and leave her with The Sex God.

"You mean this guy?" David pointed at the man who just said he would gladly fuck her again.

Her jaw dropped. How could this happen? What were the chances this beautiful sex god was her new boss? She mentally cursed herself, wondering how fate could be this cruel.

"Hi, yes, I'm Professor Evans. I apologize for running late this morning. You must be my new TA," he extended his hand to shake hers.

She looked down at his hand. Her vagina began to throb as she remembered what that big and rough hand and fingers had done to her body.

She cleared her throat. She hoped her cheeks weren't pink. She took his hand in hers. "Yes, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"Shall we go inside and start your orientation?" He asked with her hand still in his. She looked up at his eyes and she knew by his lust filled eyes, there wasn't going to be any orientation the second she walked into his office.

"Mind if I talk to her for a minute?" David asked Professor Evans.

"David, no, I have to go to work," she protested.

"I have been trying to talk to you. Please. Give me one minute," he begged.

Chris had a feeling this was the cheating ex-boyfriend Y/N had mentioned this morning before she rode his cock raw. He wanted to save her but the other part of him also wanted to hear what he had to say.