#SORRY FOR THIS DIABOLICAL LIL STRIP-

[n41r]

Okay, I'm done for the day- Sorry for this last contribution I made today-

Please help them-

[blackmissfrizzle]

Knives Out, Thighs Out

A/N:  hi love!! so obsessed with your blog but i wanted to give a little suggestion for that beautiful dress you posted about wanting to use in a fic if thats okay :)) maybe a chris x reader at some red carpet event and she wheres that dress and its drives him a lil crazy ;) orrrrr bucky x reader and they attend one of tony’s parties in that dress haha. anyway, ily 💞

A/N: @gloryevans​ Thanks for the suggestion! I hope you enjoy!

A/N: Also here’s the dress inspiration for this fic.

Damn, you were out of shape. You thought you could outrun Chris, since he didn’t have to keep up with the extreme workouts for Captain America, but you were wrong. The only advantage that you had was, Chris going easy on you and not actually trying to catch you.

“Awww, babe you’re really not gonna let me see,” Chris asked, clearly amused at how hard you were breathing.

Catching your breath, you stood up straight. “Firstly, fuck off, Evans. And secondly, hell no you can’t see it!”

Chris rounded around the couch and pulled you into his embrace. While his hands were massaging your ass, his lips were teasing your skin as he left feather light kisses on your neck. “Pretty please,” he asked between kisses, dropping his voice an octave lower, knowing what that does to you.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from him and swatted at his hands. “Nuh uh. You can’t seduce me into showing you my dress.”

Tomorrow would be the first time you and Chris would be out in public as a couple. You knew you had to be on you’re a-game, because his fans and the media could be vicious. So, you bought the most beautiful dress, but you didn’t want Chris to see until the premiere.

“It’s not fair. You already know what I’m wearing,” Chris whined.

Shrugging your shoulders, you gave Chris a kiss on the cheek and left the room. He would just have to keep wondering, even if it killed him.

—

Chris left a little earlier than you, due to the fact that you needed the extra rest and time to get ready, but you promised him you meet him before he got on the carpet.

When your limo pulled up, you spotted Chris and instantly lost your breath. He filled out his white suit well and all you wanted to do was strip him out of it.

“Ms. Y/L/N, are you ready,” the driver asked, prompting you out of your nasty daydream. Without saying a word, you shook your head yes and the driver came around to open the door for you.

The first thing Chris saw was your thigh and he thought about how he would love to be in between them. But when he finally got to see you in your entirety, he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the night without getting in between your legs at least once.

The gown you wore accented your curves and complimented your skin perfectly, giving you a summertime goddess vibe. You accidently stumbled upon the coral and lavender beauty and fell in love instantly, but you were disappointed that the dress didn’t come in your size. Out of desperation, you contacted the designer and they gladly altered the dress to your size.

Once Chris snapped out of it, he walked to the car to help you out of the car. Even with your heels on, you were shorter than Chris and had to look up at him. “Hey daddy,” you whispered into his before kissing him.

In return Chris growled in your ear and gripped your hip tighter to the point you knew you going to have a bruise. Between pictures for the media, you whispered to Chris, “Behave. There’s cameras everywhere.”

Finally remembering where he was, Chris turned his attention from you to the cameras and smiled. When Chris decided that the press had enough pictures, he walked you two off the carpet.

“Time and opportunity,” Chris whispered in your ear, guiding you to the theater.

“Excuse me,” you asked, staring up at him as his darkened blue gaze while peering down at you.

Gripping you even tighter than before, Chris said, “Time and opportunity are the only things keeping me from bending you over, bouncing on my dick, and screaming my name.”

Checking your surroundings, you noticed you and Chris had a modicum of privacy, so you guided Chris’ hands to your unclothed core. “Lucky for you I’m not wearing any panties.”

Chris’ nostrils flared and he took the fingers that were dripping from your wetness and put them in his mouth. The moan he let out was sinful and you were ready to risk it all. Thankfully, his agent came and got him for the panel before the movie began, because the look he shared with you, told you he was about to abandon all his responsibilities and give you those kids he’s been talking about.

Letting his agent pull him away, he mouthed, ‘time and opportunity’ to you.

--

The movie was a hilarious good time and Chris was phenomenal in his role. It was weird to see him play a jackass, but he did wonderful, nonetheless. Now you were mingling with others at the after party, while Chris was being pulled into different conversations. You didn’t mind being alone, you enjoyed seeing Chris getting all the recognition.

Anyway, you didn’t stay alone for too long. Lakeith kept you entertained, knowing you weren’t familiar with all the industry people, and he also wanted to talk shit about the crazy ass white people at the party.

As Chris maneuvered around the party, he noticed that you were spending too much time with Lakeith. Normally, Chris wasn’t a jealous or possessive man, but for another man to be getting your attention in that dress for an extended amount of time wasn’t gonna fly with him. He excused himself from the conversation he was having with some producers about a future project and walked to the bar, where you were at and at that moment, he decided it was time and opportunity.

“Chris, my man, how’s it going?” Lakeith greeted him, clapping his hand and pulling him into a one arm hug.

“Good, just a little tired of this unnecessary mingling. You know how it is. Anyway, I gotta steal my date away from you. My publicist wants pictures of the happy couple.”

Lakeith gave Chris a sympathetic smile, knowing how annoying publicists could be. You gave Lakeith your goodbye as Chris pulled you along, you barely keeping up. Chris gently shoved you into the restroom, not saying a word while he checked all the stalls.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Just as you finished your question, Chris finished checking the last stall. He strode towards you, unbuckling his pants. “Time and opportunity,” he said before he kissed you.

Once he ended that soul-snatching kiss, Chris ordered you to turn around and put your hands on the wall. “You think you could just entice me with this dress and flirt with another man and there’ll be no consequences?”

Turning your head, you looked at Chris with big, innocent doe-eyes. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what Chris meant and enjoyed every minute baiting him. When Lakeith started talking to you, you got the diabolic idea to be a little bit too touchy-feely with him whenever you had Chris within your line of sight.

“You really gonna play stupid, huh?” Chris gritted through his teeth as he tugged on your hair. “That’s why I’m gonna fuck you in this restroom like the dirty little slut that you are.”

You didn’t know it was possible, but Chris’ words made you even wetter causing you to poke your ass out even more. Chris bunch up your dress just enough to grant him access to his favorite place in the world.

Without warning he slammed into you, making you cum already. With just a few pumps, you tried pushing Chris away, but he slapped your hand away, “Don’t deny me my pussy.”

Knowing you two didn’t have long, Chris planned his last few strokes to get him over the edge. The roar he let out when he came, overtook your senses that you didn’t notice the tiny, velvet black box that fell from his pocket.

Chris leaned his forehead against the back of your head while the both of you were catching your breath. Thanks to your head leaning down, your eyes caught sight of the black box. You kneeled down to pick it up, “What’s this,” you questioned more to yourself than to Chris.

When Chris finally saw what was in your hand, he tried to knock it out your hand, but you were out of reach when you opened it. The box revealed your dream engagement ring and you started putting the pieces together.

Your boyfriend was looking flustered as you waited for him to ask the question you’ve been dying to hear.

“No! No way, Y/N!” Chris yelled when he saw the expectant look on your face.

“Aww, babe why not? We’re both dressed to the nine’s and the ring’s already out. The only thing missing is you on one knee.”

Chris was completely mortified at your suggestion, but at the same time at least he knew what your answer would be. “I’m not proposing to you in a got damned men’s restroom, while my cum is running down your thigh.”

You looked down and in fact, Chris’s cum was making it way down your leg. Before you could reach for a napkin, Chris was already bending down and cleaning up his mess. After, he finished he snatched the box from your hand, put it in his pocket, and have you a quick kiss.

He poked his head out the restroom door and gave you the clear to come out. Holding his hand out as a signal for you to grab it, you obeyed and walked hand in hand with your man.

“Promise you’ll ask soon,” you asked, right before you two entered the party.

“Promise.” Chris claimed, knowing that by tomorrow morning you would be rocking a new piece of jewelry.

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