One-shot Collection: Chris Evans

Ass. (Chris/Reader) - Requested.

It was so loud you could barely hear yourself think. The place was bustling with people you didn't recognize, and famous faces that you'd never spoken to before; all part of the fun of dating Captain America.

Chris had almost begged you to come to the after party of his latest film showing; knowing he'd probably be just as nervous as you would be, you obliged. Now here you where; determined you could make it to the bar on your own, you'd insisted on getting Chris a drink whilst he chatted away to a couple of his co-stars. You weren't very clued up on 'industry talk' so you probably wouldn't have been able to have input much into the conversation anyway; braving the bar was much safer than nervously attempting a conversation with a gorgeous high profile actress that Chris would know better than you.

As you made your way across the room, the barman instantly sensed your nerves and flashed you a welcoming smile. You felt more at ease and grinned back "Hi."

"Hi, what can I get ya?" 

You told him what you wanted and awaited patiently for your drinks. From across the room, Chris was half focused on listening to the conversation of his co-stars, whilst half focused on watching you intently. He saw a man he didn't recognize stand beside you, leaning playfully against the edge of the bar on his side so he was facing you. 

You glanced at the man out of the corner of your eye, before turning your attention back to the bartender. Chris watched as the gaze of the man travelled down the length of your body, stopping at your bum. Chris' jaw tensed, he quickly excused himself from the conversation to stride over to you.

Chris stood on the opposite side of you, to glare at the man threateningly as he wrapped an arm around you waste, asking softly "You ok, babe?" as his right hand gently travelled to caress the curve of your ass.

You nodded and raised an eyebrow, as he continued to lightly knead your behind; The man on the other side of you disappearing at the sight of your 6"1' boyfriend.

Your drinks soon arrived and you passed Chris his bottle. You began to move as if to walk away,  but Chris kept you locked firmly in his grip, only holding you by your ass cheek.

"Hon, what are you doing?" You asked, slightly embarrassed that he was groping you in the middle of a busy club.

"Im showing all the other jerk's who decide they want to stare at your ass, that it belongs to me..." He said plainly

"Oh, it belongs to you does it?"

Chris nodded, pulling you closer - still only holding your rear. He was showcasing his play full 'take me to bed' eyes, and you couldn't resist.

You smirked "Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes."

"Way ahead of you baby..." He grinned taking your hand and pulling you across the room.