i am physically and emotionally crying he revealed his real name and identity to the summoner he trusts them THAT much AND HE VOWS…TO FIGHT FOR THEM…….AND WITH A WIDE SMILE WHILE HES AT IT IM SO…………………..
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together as a couple. At the Oscars after party, Chris surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend. - Worst summary ever written, sorry! Words Count: 2.9k Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+ Warnings: Smutty gifs, dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!] Author’sNote: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*. Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.
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The Oscars, the greatest, most
prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors,
producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic
industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the
ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’
sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy
This year’s ceremony - which weren’t
such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers
yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and
the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the
after party with Chris and some of his friends.
Even if you weren’t working in this
environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working
behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties
represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very
interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling
you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew
Standing next to the bar with him in
your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you
carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his
beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully
each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite
sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him
crazy the whole time.
As you shared a conversation with
him through the unbearably erotic and debauched jazz music playing in the
background, the sexual tension and frustration between you could be seen as
thick smoke from miles around. His body language told how much he only wanted
to take you, pinning you down and make you forget your name until you would
quiver and scream your bliss beneath him.
“Honey, are you even listening
to me?” You chuckled; laying a hand on Chris’ arm and his eyes followed
every detail of your skin, the way your white teeth brightened even more with
your red lipstick as a smile graced your lips. “You know, it’s rude to
stare at people… even when you love them.”
“Sorry, what did you say? I was
too busy mentally undressing you,” your boyfriend winked slowly, a hand
finding his pocket and you gulped, as you secured a lock of your hair behind
your ear and he smirked, swallowing some more of his pale ale alcohol liquid.
“You might want to see what
happens to be under this gown. Trust me.” Voice deep and sensual, you
played along his seductive game and held the flute of champagne inches away
from your lips. Chris arched an eyebrow, his palm reaching for the small of
your back and his lips fanned to your ear, making you swoon already.
“Maybe I’ll find out sooner
than you think,” he murmured a promise so huskily, offering his special
smug smile he only used behind closed doors and your decision was made as his
lips grazed behind your earlobe discreetly.