#marvel cinematic universe x original character

[saint-ajax]

lowkey

“I WISH TO SEE YOUR LOVELY SMILE.” Wanda had heard from the wonderful mind of her clandestine significant other who sat across her. She knew Wanda could read her mind or hear her thoughts, which is why she whispered little cheers for her. While the Secretary of State discussed the accords that half of the Avengers seemed to disagree with.

   She knows what Wanda's going through right now, and she wants nothing but to be there for her. Wanda forced a little smile for her to assure her she was fine. Before she looked away to read a book Ross had handed them. 

   She was solely focused on Wanda. She was watching how her expressions changed as she read the book before handing it to Natasha. She didn’t care about the material everyone was frowning on and passed it to Steve when he asked for it.

  “Everything okay? ” She asked Wanda in her mind. When Wanda looked at her, she met Wanda's gaze with worry. She subtly shook her head, indicating that she didn’t know.

   In a world where saving people could paint you as the hero and the enemy at the same time, where chaos and battles are the muse of the system, they could only find peace and order in each other’s company.

   Perhaps no one in the room truly knows what’s between the two of them. Perhaps it’s forbidden, or it may not be. But the holy truth is that they do not care for it. 

   To feel, to hold, to cry, and to laugh beside one another is all they care about. For as long as the world can only bring anything but unkind nature to them, they will always lean on and seek each other.

   The meeting was left with an indefinite answer, which Secretary Ross and the United Nations wished for them to create a smart and cooperative decision.

   Everyone was gathered in the living room. They were scattered around to discuss the proposal of leaders from different nations. Yet she was only worried that Wanda was blaming herself for an inevitable incident. 

   She sat in between Vision and Wanda. The atmosphere was getting heated the more the group dove into the conflict they were challenged to solve. Meanwhile, Wanda listened to what the veterans had to say, while her girlfriend was busy watching and playing with her slender hands. Entwining their fingers and placing them in between their thighs to hide them from everyone's view.

   Wanda was used to her gestures like this one, and so she wasn't fazed as she absorbed the points everyone had to point out. Finally, she was all caught up.

   “You're saying they'll come for me.” 

   “I wouldn't let them. I will protect you.” Wanda gazed at her as she squeezed her hand three times and gave her a reassuring smile.

   “We all will protect you.” Vision had commented on the side as they continued to exchange thoughts.

   She rubbed Wanda's hands with her thumb as they continued the discussion until Steve left. “I have to go.”

   Everyone followed after Steve to attend their respective errands. 

   The look Tony gave Wanda before asking Vision to talk in private did not escape her sight. They spent the whole afternoon in Wanda's room as she remained suspicious of it. Eventually, she had to chase Natasha to borrow a car for the late-night drive she planned. 

   “Nat?”

   “Yeah?”

   “Where are you going? ”

   “Attend a conference. Why? ”

   “Can I borrow a car? ”

   “Sure.” Natasha tossed her keys before leaving. 

   “Thanks.” She ran back upstairs to see Vision cooking and Wanda tasting it.

   “Spirit lifted.”

   She stood by the hall as she watched the two exchange laughter. Something inside her spiked and poked her, and it felt close to pain. And anger. She shook her head to get those thoughts out of her head before having the courage to steal their attention.

   “Hey, Wands, ready? ” 

   “Oh, yes. I'm sorry.” Wanda immediately went to her. Something about watching Vision frown upon Wanda coming to her instead of him was satisfying.

   “Apologies, but may I know where you're going? ” 

   None of your business. “Don't worry, Vis; I just want to show her something. We'll be quick.” She didn't even bother to hear what he had to say and carried Wanda away with her, hand in hand.

   Wanda didn't protest, and she let her drag her away. “I heard that,” she remarked.

   “Surprising.” She scoffed as she played with the keys.

   Wanda frowned at her attitude. “What's wrong, darling? ”She was supposed to ignore it, but Wanda made them stop walking and made her face her.

   “Talk to me properly. You're not letting me into your head. I can't understand.”

   “Nothing's wrong.” She avoided her gaze as she denied the truth.

   “I'm not asking again.” Wanda took her hand back harshly and crossed her arms. 

   “Fine. It's.. it's Vision..   and you.”

   “What's wrong with Vision and me? ”

   “Nothing! See? Nothing wrong. Let's go.”

   “Are you jealous? ”Wanda squinted at her when she finally put the puzzle pieces together.

   She puffed air as an act of dismissing her accusation. “No. I'm not.” Me? Jealous of a synthezoid? No way.

  “Darling, you are jealous . ” Wanda smiled to hide her laughter at her charming girl.

   She rolled her eyes. “Yeah? What if I am? ”

   “I like it. Even though you have nothing to be jealous of.”

   “I was trying all day to lift your mood, but with him, one paprika, and you're all giggling like a little girl,” she frowned. Now that she thought about it, it actually hurt.

   “Oh, baby, you have no idea how calm you've made me the entire day.” Wanda had cupped her face for her to directly look into her emerald eyes. “I have been on edge all day, and you've kept me sane.” And there it was; her lovely smile had finally shown up, and it was beautifully contagious.

   Wanda looking so pretty and smiling while staring into her eyes made her knees weak and her cheeks pink. “You have to stare at me like that? ”

   “Like what? ”

   “Like you want to kiss me.” Wanda let out a wholehearted laugh. It was a scene to behold. She watched the redhead with shiny eyes, appreciating her beauty when she smiled.

   “Oh, you know very well how to read my mind,” Wanda uttered before pulling her into a kiss that sent butterflies into her stomach.

   She received the kiss well and responded with the strong passion they both possess. Their lips were crashing in sync as their heads angled in a pattern while their hands roamed.

   “Oh, there you are—” They both stopped and looked at the owner of the voice, which interrupted them. It was Vision. “Oh...” He tilted his head as he studied what was happening. He blinked it away and proceeded to state his business. “I'm glad to catch both of you. I'm afraid you're not allowed to leave the building.”

   “Let me guess, Tony's orders? ”She said, making Wanda frown in confusion as she looked at her.

   “Correct,” Vision responded. 

   “That's not happening.” Another familiar voice came from the other side, and when they looked, they saw Clint. “Come on, kids, pack your bags. I'm here to pick you up.”

   “I'm afraid I can't let them go.” Vision begged to differ. 

   “Oh my god! What are you doing here? ”Wanda said in surprise.

   “Disappointing my kids.”

   “In whose orders, Clint? ”

   She questioned.

   “Captain. Cap needs our help. Come on.” She looked into Wanda's eyes to consult their plan. Wanda looked hesitant.

   “What's wrong? ”

   “I’ve caused enough problems.” She and Clint frowned at Wanda.

   “You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you want to mope, can go to high school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass. We gotta go.”

   “Come on, Wanda. It'll be okay.” The girl holding Wanda's hand and giving her assuring eyes and comfort was what helped to convince her.

   Wanda nods and lets her drag her along as they follow Clint. “Stop! Clint.. You should not be here.” Vision interrupts and Clint rolls his eyes.

   “Really? I retire for, what, like five minutes, and it all goes to shit.“

   “Please consider the consequences of your actions.” He started to elevate as he turned his guard on.

   “Okay.. they're considered.   Okay, we gotta go.” They immediately turned their backs on Vision while he was held back by a force field. It was sparkling and crackling between the two arrows. None of them had the time to notice when Clint had shot them.

   Just as they reach the exit, Vision catches up to them. As they were caught off guard, he punched Clint, but he quickly recovered. “I knew I should've stretched.” Clint groaned.

   He extended a baton in an attempt to hit Vision, but it was useless as the blows went through him. He resorts to punches and comes back to the baton until it breaks. Clint doesn't give up and tries to kick Vision, but as expected, his kicks pass through him. They ended up with Vision having Clint in a headlock. Completely naive about the existence of the two ladies.

   “Clint, you cannot overpower me.”

   He was still able to speak, but it was crooked. “I know I can't, but they can.”

   Vision's eyes found Wanda's glowing ruby orbs. “Vision.. That's enough; let him go.” As the energy from Wanda's hands falters Vision, Clint manages to slip from his grip.

   A yellow, sparkling circle opened beneath Vision caused by her. The body of water in the area of HQ was seen on the other side of the portal.

   “If you do this… they will never stop being afraid of you.”

   “The thing is... She cannot control their fear,” the sorcerer answers Vision.

   “Only my own.” Wanda buries Vision through the water and passes the ground, and her sorcerer closes the portal just in time for the water to not splash at them.

   She finds Wanda's eyes; their glow is starting to fade as she calms down. She walks over to her and holds her hand. “I'm proud of you,” she whispers as she touches her chin to make Wanda look at her.

   She managed to make Wanda smile lightly and entwine their fingers together. “Thank you.”

   “...Alright, what the hell is this? ”She and Wanda forgot about Clint and looked at him before chuckling lightly. “What has Nat been teaching you two? ”

   “Looking over my shoulder should be a second nature. And I’m starting to think she's right.” Wanda chuckled at her own remark of being caught in the moment and kept forgetting there were people with them.

   “So, you two? together? ”Clint asked to confirm.

   Both of the ladies chuckled as they held hands and followed Clint to the van.

   “Lowkey.”

[marvelvillian23]

PLEASE!! I need fics rec for all of these! Especially the Convict. Please be multi Chapter fics.

It even can be Steve in these situations instead of Bucky I don’t mind.

*Photos From Pinterest

I’m currently reading Blood Moon Rising on AO3 by Sarahyellow.

It’s a A/B/O prison story where Bucky’s the convict and pre serum Steve is the prison counselor…I think. A riot breaks out and Bucky takes Steve hostage. 5/8 Chapters are up so far.

[marvelsgirl616]

logan howlett / wolverine lockscreens

[darknight3904]

This Love Masterlist

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Started: November 3, 2023

Finished:

ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ, ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴋɪ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ʟᴏᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴛʀɪ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜᴏʀ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴏʀ: ʀᴀɢɴᴀʀᴏᴋ, ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ɪɴꜰɪɴɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀʀ, ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴇɴᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴋɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ/ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ 18+ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱʜɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ

ʜᴏʀɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ

ʙɪʟɢᴇꜱɴɪᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ

ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪᴇꜱ

ᴍɪᴅɢᴀʀᴅ'ꜱ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱ

ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇꜱ

ᴊᴏᴛᴜɴʜᴇɪᴍ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ

ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ

ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ꜱᴀɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

ɪɴᴠᴀꜱɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴄʏ

[itsstrange]

Teenage Years

Fandom: Marvel

Relationship: High School Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Something short that I’ve posted on my IG account a few weeks 2 Months ago, enjoy some BBY Stark while I finish the rest of my drafts! 🫶

Summary: Popular Rich Boy Tony Stark. Aka, Your Boyfriend, Aka The One Boy Who Can Make You Bend a Few Laws.

Words: 943

Warnings: (No) Pure Fluff, High School Years, Senior Tony Stark, Senior Reader, Romance, Romantic Tony Stark, Cute, Kisses, Rebel Years, Happy Cute Ending,

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ENJOY!

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It was April 15, 1987. A warm, bright, sunny Friday afternoon. Feeling the way the heat began making its way towards New York as its winter began melting away, bringing beautiful colors all around, sunflowers and chirping birds will soon be coming out of its hiding.

A wide smile spreads on your lips at the thought of summer, but also due to the boy who leaned against his Baltic blue 1987 Porsche. Both his hands were in his Jean pockets, as he had one ankle crosses over the other. A smirk shaping his face as he watches you run down the steps of the school with an excited skip.

“You know my father already doesn’t like you,” You start to say as you reach him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you continue, “And making me ditch class won’t help the situation,”

It wasn’t a lie, your father indeed did not like him, claimed he wasn’t fit for you, just another arrogant Stark who only thinks about himself and will one day break your heart, or worse leave you pregnant. But you didn’t believe one word because your father simply didn’t know Tony, he didn’t know his story, his struggle at home, his distant relationship with his father. He didn’t know the real Tony Stark, and he never will.

“Well you like me right?” Tony asks, eyebrow raised as his light brown eyes look into your own,

You smile at him, soft chuckle slipping past your lips, “Yes. Yes I do,”

“Then that’s that’s all I need,” He comments with a smirk before closing the gap between you two, feeling the way his lips softly latch onto your own, carefully and gently kissing you,

You melt against him, sighing against the kiss as you let your fingers slip into his hair, massaging his scalp as you slightly deepen the kiss. The moment doesn’t last long since he breaks it first, smiling at you he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing to slip in the far before closing it behind you and quickly making his way towards the drivers side where he drives out of school grounds. Burning rubber on the way out.

Music played loudly on the speakers as he drove down the streets, fresh wind blowing against your hair and skin, making a large smile spread on your face as you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of the weather since you missed the heat. While one hand was interlocked with Tony’s, your other extends out to your right, past the passengers door as you move your hand up and down in the air. At one point while driving down the road, Tony happened to turn around to glance at you and boy was it a goddamn sight. Your eyes shut, faint smile on your lips, head slightly bobbing to the music as the wind blew against your hair, sending your beautiful (H/C) strands to fly in all kinds of directions. You were an absolute work of art and he couldn’t have been happier to have you in his life.

Smiling at you once more he brings your interlocked hands towards his lips where he places a peck at the back of your hand before continuing in driving down the road.

In less than 30 or so minutes, you arrive at your destination. Parking in an empty lot, straight ahead was the beach where some people walked or relaxed in the sand where others swam in the water. It was barely three in the afternoon but people were already sunbathing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Which you rather be doing than being in a classroom watching movies or taking notes of the film. Since you basically only had two months left of school, most of your teachers spent their class period relaxing and letting the senior students enjoy their time with friends before graduation, knowing it’ll be the last time anyone will be in touch due to everyone parting ways.

The future did scare you—you won’t lie. Scared what will happen in the upcoming years, scared what will happen to you both. Would it last long? Would you two part ways? Maybe and that’s the truth. It hurts, but that’s how life is. You get hurt and you learn from it to get better. But as of now, you’re going to not think of the future and just enjoy right now. Enjoy him.

You two sat on top of the convertible, having ate a hot dog and soda to wash it down and now you both sat there. Talking to one another about anything and everything, neither caring if you both were skipping school. You two remained there, next to each other. Enjoying one another, because you both were making it memorable for as long as possible.

“Should probably take you home,” Tony whispers, large smile on his face as he stares into your (E/C) eyes,

“Yeah, you should,” You respond, sharing the same smile as him,

You both remain staring at each other for another good minute, knowing neither one was ready to say goodbye, not just yet.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” He asks as your hands cup his face,

“Thought you’d never ask,” You tell him with a wide smile before gently latching your lips with his,

The question that hovered in the air was, will you end up being grounded until you graduate for skipping school and for getting home late? Most likely. But not once will you ever regret this day, because these are moments that are worth making and worth remembering. They don’t call them ‘Teenage Years’ for a reason.

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-Hope Y’all Enjoyed This Short One!! Been a Minute That I Wrote About Stark!

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[kristabelles]

The Empath (A Spider-Man/Loki/Kraven x Reader/OC fanfiction ft. Alex Turner and John Krasinski)

As you're watching a small device shatter into a fiery explosion before your eyes, something awakens in you, creating a shield of bright light that blinds you the instant the fire bellows too close to your face. The result of which sends you hurling through the grass of Central Park with the air knocked out of you. Before you can comprehend what just happened, a hand jerks you up by the collar of your jacket. "Be still or I'll feed you to Deimos," A guttural Russian accent growled into your ear.

In this universe-mashing tale, you will face the likes of Kraven and an unknown woman from space with Spider-Man's help. You'll try to keep it together as you deal with your suddenly unusual boyfriend Alex Turner and your protective friend Peter Parker. All the while, Peter is becoming more and more suspicious of your boyfriend, causing tensions to build between everyone. You will have to face uncomfortable realities of who you are, who everyone else is, what their intentions are, and where your beliefs lie...

Now available on Archive of Our Own.

[teejaywyatt1]

✨Chapter 3 of Crimson Covenant will drop on Saturday, February 8th at 8:00PM CST.✨

[allthenobodyppl]

Title: Arousal Poisoning

Fandom: Loki TV Series

Rating: Explicit Smut

Relationship: Loki/Reader or Loki/Original Female Character

Other Characters: Mobius, B-15

This takes place in season 1, episode 2 of the Loki series; before Pompeii. Mobius took Loki and a team of hunters to a Nexus event on some inhospitable planet that had only one infrastructure – a prison that was supposed to house the galaxy’s most dangerous criminals. Every single criminal and prison guard had been executed and the prison ransacked. Mobius and Loki were supposed to investigate before the branched timeline collapsed, but a trap poisoned Loki and a (female) Hunter, causing them to fall into their baser instincts…

Or, in other words, a sex pollen, drug-induced, rough sex fanfic that can either be a self-insert, or an original female character, depending on your own interpretation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54362926

[mangavita]

🎤Bye bye bye🎶

Killian as Deadpool and Laohu as Wolverine ❤️ 💛

[maru-likes-cats]

Can anyone JUST PLEASE PAIR THE MARVEL CHARACTERS, especially TONY STARK! With a powerful OC?! I mean come on!!!

Oc: uwu I’m just an ordinary human being who has no power or talent!Maybe I’m a bit kind but so are many other people!!!

And the characters be like

YOU ARE THE ONE! I will protect you,love you and give you all my money!

Please OMG, they have so much trauma and so many hardships CAN’T they have ONE person that has the POWER to help them?

Oh and maybe be the dominant one for a change?let a girl dream 😭

[mrsdesade]

yesterday night I was reading the X-Men Hellfire Gala and I immediately I had to draw a proper outfit for Mira ❤️‍🔥

[bilightningwhumper]

Remade the poll, again, again, lol. Realized at the end of my work shift I'd forgotten to mention important things only I as the author knows and should be weighed in with the voting.

Bucky believes Becca is dead, whether or not he remembers her existence or not (he doesn't know the twins or Jamie exist at all); debating a change to have him witness her "death" instead of just taking HYDRA's word for it before brainwashing

Any reunions/first meetings that happen will be months after everyone is brought back from the Blip/Snap

So with that info (and more under the poll if any need reminding), here's the poll again, with more options! **As a reminder, this is just to gather info, not necessarily what will happen. It at least gives me an idea of what might go well and/or what I could do for other fics/stories in future.**

Relevant links from the masterlist (and copied pasted bits under links):

Timeline of Past Events (current, subject to change)

OC list (subject to change)

Becca Barnes- Birthday: August 15th, 1997 (26 at start of story); Omega (late bloomer); daughter of Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers; autistic with OCD tendencies; love interest is her fiance who is also an OC; mutated to have wings

From Timeline:

1997-

Bucky escapes after a mission, realizing he’s in the late stages of pregnancy and wants to protect his child from HYDRA

Becca is born August 15th, 1997

2004-

Bucky captured again by HYDRA with Becca

Brainwashed to forget her after being told she’d died

Mariya Ivanov is put in charge of Becca’s upbringing, as she’s already in charge of monitoring Jamie’s health in cryofreeze

[marvelvillian23]

Any Dark Cop Bucky Fics ?

*Photo from Pinterest

[beecakescafe]

LOOKING FOR MARVEL DOUBLES ROLEPLAY

Hi! I'm looking for someone whose into the MCU universe. Specifically during Infinity Saga who wants to craft and world build along the mcu universe.

- i can do both oc x cc, or oc x oc.

- please be literate level. I do around 2-4 paragraphs.

- preferably doubles as this is fair for both parties.

- can do mxf or fxf pairings. (Still learning about mxm) - characters I'm expert writing are: Tony Stark, Dr. Strange & Bucky Barnes.

[jackiequick]

A Visit From An Old Friend — [ Marvel Fanfic]

Summary: What happens when an old friend comes to visit to recruit something bigger than himself? In other words, a small family reunion between friends, with a couple of ants crawling around.

Platonic Pairing: Hank Pym & Jason Underwood

Characters featured/mentioned: The Young Avengers, Janet Van Dyne, Liz Stark, Howard Stark, Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne and etc.

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Ant-Man (2015)

Fic type: Short Blurb

Small warning: Some fluff and angst

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The daylights were in full swing, the radio was high and bright as he drove down the road to a old house he used to call home. At the steps of the house stood a man he hasn't seen in the late 80s but never forgotten.

Above the steps stood the man with dark rich blonde curls spiked in a nicely manner, a blue colored shirt and black James Dean jeans wearing a pair of shades himself. He sipping on a cup of coffee with a half smile to boot.

He parked the car in the east side of the parkway as he existed the vehicle, flipping the keys in hand and removed his sunglasses with a smile.

As he took towards the step he heard the man said, "Hank."

"JJ." He replied, as he was handed a cup of warm coffee.

"What was the reason for this visit?"

"You got my email didn't you?"

"Yup."

"You missed seeing Hope."

"It was an 8 hour drive! You know how hard it was to get out of that house without Felton and Rei breathing down my neck?"

"This is why I stopped babysitting."

The blonde just playfully glared following the older one into his old home. Jason hasn't been in this house of his in more than a century, having took time to take care of his older one in Malibu. Yet, he never had the heart to throw away the keys, so instead he gave them to Hank. And by god, was he glad he did.

His old home was kept nice and cleaned, some mess here and there. A few dust particles in certain smaller areas but other than that it was fine. Keeping its cozy yet vintage style. Hank sat down on the grey couch that used to be a dark brown, sipping his second morning coffee taking in the moment of peace. Jason sat in the armchair beside him closing his eyes.

Neither man had to say a word to know that they missed the peace and quiet this house brought. No screaming children, calls from SHIELD, nor nagging neighbors trying to get you to babysit their dumb dog for the weekend. Just a moment of total silence from the world around them.

Yes, truth be told, after 1989 Hank was never seen again towards SHIELD's main offices due to his stupid fallout with Howard and the others. But he often kept in touch with people like him or Peggy, whenever possible. Mainly because Hope wanted to see her aunts and uncles, and after Janet's passing Hank couldn't deprive his daughter from not having any closer family or friends around.

Jason tended to be his go-to person whenever he needed a quick babysitter for Hope, whenever the blonde was in town and he happily said yes. He first thought Hank would want nothing to do with him after what Howard pulled on the man, but after a small debate on that very day both men realized they couldn't hold grudges against each other.

They already had too many grudges over their heads to even count, why add another? It would only lead to a bigger headache anyways.

So over the years, Hank and Jason would put aside a small time to check in on one another. Make sure the other man wasn't dead yet. It was a running joke on who would die first out of the two. But at this rate, knowing the people in their lives, they won't let them get bury in the ground so easily.

Yet.

He peaked an eye open as he rested his head and asked, "JJ? You got what I sent you?"

The others eyes were still closed as he hummed, "Yeah. I sent the small package and if I'm correct, it will be brought though word of mouth soon enough."

"Good. I hope this guys is worth it. If he's smart enough, he will do as I planned."

"Why Scott Lang anyway? I gave you a list of people you can choose from and you chose him..."

"Scott Lang broke into Vistacorp Headquarters to pay back the money VistaCorp had been stealing from their users, before he brought into prison. Heard of it?"

"Yeah, he pulled strong a stunt risking to pay back all that money they took. According to the file, he has a master degree in electrical engineering, which gave him the skills to hack into their grid."

Hank smirked, "That's why I need him. He has a special set of skills as a hacker and thief. I want to test him, see if he's able to play the game right."

"If he can break into the lock and steal the suit, then he was a right fit." Jason added with a grin, "..he also has a daughter Hank. You know better than anyone the length you would go to see your kid. Chances are, he ends up in jail again."

"He won't."

"Hank."

"I have a plan. Trust me on this one."

"And I'll be here to say 'I told you so' when it goes sideways."

The two crack a chuckle knowing it was bound to happen whether they liked it or not. But if the plan does end up going sideways, they always had other ways of doing things. Even if it meant going undercover to bait Scott Lang into the older man's plan. Both spent the rest of the day catching up, watching some tv and grabbing a bite to eat.

None of the Young Avengers knew that Jason was gone for a short couple of days. Well, some of them noticed as he has been receiving calls from a few thought the day. Mainly ones from Rei, Liane, Rochelle, Ji-Hoon, Lydia and even Wanda. Hank commented how he was still amazed he hasn't lost his head yet.

"Who said I haven't?" Jason joked with a small chuckle.

"Who's watching them?" He asked in returning smiling.

"Elizabeth, Nat and Bruce. I hope."

"Oh dear god. Now, I gotta know, who's the hardest to watch over?"

"Depends on the day. Rei is the easiest at most, Rochelle is rather shy and hangs out with her friends..but Liane.."

"Felton's what? Oh. You can't lie to me, and not say Rei Stark doesn't turn your gears one bit."

"Rei does make me question my life choices, but I love him to death. Felton, she is a handful and a total bitch at times. It's why I always hand her off to Hill to taken care of. I need my silence."

That caused Hank to snort and laugh. He knew the man was too polite to say anything to harsh per say, not knowing who's around to hear him but if possible he will let a rip.

"Now that's the Jason I know, call it how it is!" He shouted as he tossed a chip into his mouth, "Half of them ain't even your kids."

The blonde smirked nodding, knowing the grey man's words to be truth. There are good couple of them aren't his legally or even raised them from childhood, but a part of him does care. Even if he wants to shut up half the time.

Hell, even the ants joined in on the fun. They are 247 of them after all, the ants were bound to make their appearance in carrying items around and or, helping them with alerting any incoming news on the heist they were waiting to happen.

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Later on, that very night they went to the basement as they turned on the lights to reveal a high tech level of security cameras, microphones and chairs laying around. It was linked up to whatever humanity possible can find, in this case, the ants.

They watched Scott break into his house, as Hank seemed impressed by his work giving Jason a couple of approved nods, as they kept rolling the tape. The handy work, the levels of patience and precision Scott Lang had was amazing. His quick thinking and ways he moved around the area at quick speed was something he could only imagine to do when he was back in the 40s. Hank used to think and move that fast in the late 80s. More or less.

Without a better matter of minutes he took the suit and ran. They spend the better part of the next day, watching Scott and see what he would do.

That he was expandable. And that he was. Jason chocked out a laugh at how freaked out he was as Hank talked into the coms. Sadly of course, the moment he returned the suit, he was caught red handed by the cops.

It was Hope's doing. She didn't know much about the man or the fact that he had a track record he was trying to maintain. Which led Hank to toss a pair of suits over to Jason, telling him it's time to lawyer up, as the man rolled his eyes at his friend.

Once they were in the prison, Scott Lang was brought into a room confused more the most part, not understanding who they were. He didn't know about the fact that he had a lawyer watching after him. They told him second chances don't always come easily, especially for men like him, next time he gets one, he should take a closer look onto what it is. And he's smart enough, he will listen to them.

Thankfully he did, as Hank ordered the ants to get Scott escape the jail cell and be brought home that night. However the man got dizzy and past out, resulting him to be knocked out cold in one the guest bedrooms of the house.

Hank's house, since he had more tech and landscape to work around than Jason did. As they waited for him to wake up, the blonde went out grab some more supplies and food. He was hungry.

When he returned home with the items needed, entering quietly through the front door he heard it. Hope was here. He should've known she would've made an appearance at some point.

"Please tell me you didn't call JJ." She said looking at her father with her arms crossed.

"I didn't call JJ." Her father responded with a sigh, trying to enjoy his tea.

"He is busy right now."

"I didn't call him."

She pointed to the brown leather jacket that was on the chair beside her. The one she gave the blonde years ago for a birthday present when she was in high school. Her father said he was borrowing it from the man's closet when he went to check on his home.

"You liar. Like always. Just say that you did." Hope remarked.

Hank groaned, "I emailed him."

"You tipped him. Dragging his ass here, for what? I can handle the mission myself!"

"No, you can't! He needed one-"

"You never listen to me!"

"Hope!"

She looked over her shoulder at face the voice who called out her name like an old memory. Only to find her uncle standing there with a stern look on his face, his usual cheeky grin was exchanged for a pair of lined smile and frustrated eyes that glared into her soul. He made her feel like a child again, getting in trouble for yelling at her father or running away from school grounds to play with her friends.

She looked down, feeling less than, muttering a soft 'sorry' in his direction as he simply nodded. He shook his head and sighed at his niece. He hated seeing them fight, he knew they had their reasons but she walked away a long time ago, just to prove a point to her father that she was worth it. And she already was.

"I didn't know..I uh, would've liked a heads up that you were coming..." She admitted for being silent for a moment.

He placed the bag of groceries on the table as he gave her a small half smile, "I know..but I knew you would've said otherwise and convince me to stay home."

"You don't have to be here. I can handle this."

"I know. But I'm here now, it's not like I'm going to waste a long drive just to be stuck at home listening to ABBA on the radio."

"Still. You should've-"

"Hope. Just don't. What's done is done. I came at my own risk and I won't be staying long, just to make sure a few things are in check."

"..I uh, I missed you."

"I did too."

She pulled her arms out to be taking in by his embrace. The warmth of his hugs always felt like a nice blanket as he wrapped her arms around him and kissed her forehead. She rested her head against his shoulder having another moment of silence to relax, sending a small glare to her father. She chuckled hearing her uncle brought her favorite ice cream from Basin Robins to help ease the tension, causing a tiny grunt from Hank. Her uncle smirked and told her to get Scott as she pulled away with a small smile.

When Hope walked out, he turned around to see his old friend sending daggers swords him. Jason just shrugged, "What?"

"You can't win her over with ice cream and hugs." He remarked.

"Yes I can. That's my job as the uncle. Make you look bad, so you want to work harder for her affection."

"That's not how it's supposed to work."

"That's exactly how it's supposed to work."

Soon enough, Scott and Hope joined them in the dinning room, as they talked trying to explain the situation to the confused brunette. Hope and Hank bricked as they did, as Jason tried to defuse the issue at hand introducing the trio. Scott listened along, trying to piece together everything they said, hearing how they were impressed with his work as well. He was offered some sugar, watching the ants push it around.

"H-how do you make them do that?" Scott asked pointing to the said ants, watching one climb onto Jason's finger with ease.

"Ants can lift objects 50 times their size. They can build farms. Corporate with each other." Hank explained.

"Right. But how do you make them do that?"

"I used electromagnetic waves to stimulate their factor's nerves center using a device. I speak to the Ants. I can go anywhere, see everything and hear everything."

"And still know absolutely nothing. I'm late for a meeting." Hope injects with a clear tone, pressing a kiss to her uncles cheek and a nod to her father.

"Be safe!" Jason calls out with a half smile, sipping his tea.

"Always am!"

With that she walks out. Scott raised an hand asking who the hell they are, what the hell is going on and if he could back to jail. Jason rolled his eyes telling both men to follow him.

They walked and talked heading down to the basement to reveal a small headquarters as Scott looked around in awe. Hank explained the suit and his role in this as Jason finished setting up a few things adding in a jab or two as he went along.

"Pym tech? SHIELD?" Scott said muttering under his breathe as he followed their voices.

"Darren Cross had heard rumors around the Pym Particles. Something that both companies tried to keep under lock and key, with only a few knowing it existed." Jason explained.

"And he became obsessed with recreating my formula." Hank continued to explain holding a vial of Pym particles, "But I wouldn't help. So he partially voted me out of my own company. Hope was chairmen of the board, so that helped. But she came back to me when she saw how close he was with his process. But without a suit, the brain isn't protected."

"Causing a fiery sensational effect that can make the brain unstable. And Cross hasn't realized that part yet. So with our luck, he'll die."

"Be nice, JJ. Cross isn't the most stable guy to begin with."

Scott listen then asked, "So what do you want from me?"

Both men exchange a look as Hank walked over to Scott Lang and told him he believed in second chances for everyone. A redemption. Saying that if he does that, he can start a new path and get some insight wiped off his records. Scott looked pleased declaring that he will go along with the plan of theirs. Within a couple of hours, they all got to work.

Scott began to start training how to use the suit, understanding the plan and communicating with the idea on how to get into the building. He got learn about the concept of the ants and their behavior in the process of the world. Hope and Jason offered to teach Scott some fighting techniques to help him later on. Hope smirked getting a good swing at Scott punching him hard enough he fell backwards, as Jason snorted at their dynamic play between the tackles to the ground.

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It got to a certain point where Scott was given the opportunity to learn how to control the ants. Hank acted as director for him, telling him to focus having faith that he can do it. Scott tried but it didn’t work. Hope groan annoyed telling him how he needed to commit to communicating with them, he has to mean it. The father daughter duo, once again began to argue over the subject. Jason reminded them on how the focus should be on helping Scott with the trails.

“Really? That’s where our focus should be?” Hope said, taking the device used for the ants and held it close to her ear controlling to do more than just add sugar to the tea. She caused to room to darken as the ants blocked out the lights, Hank caught her before she can act by further. Her voice broke as she muttered a few words at her father and sighed before exiting the room.

Hank knew he couldn’t do it without her. Since day one she has requested to be put in the suit, do the trails and get the mission accomplished herself, but her father refused every request she made. Jason knew the reason why. Scott noticed the problem being a father himself and went out to talk to her, hoping to knock some sense into Hope and have her see behind the act.

The two were alone in the house, standing in awkward silence as the moment of Hope’s departure replayed in their heads. Hank walked around the first floor, fumbling with a small piece of dice he found in the living room as Jason watched from the window the car sitting in the driveway with the two figures talking inside.

He broke the silence with a scoff, biting in the inside of his cheek as he said, “You have to tell her.”

“No.” He muttered in response, knowing exactly what he meant by those words.

“If you want her on your side, you have to break the ice here. She knows Janet didn’t die cause of some accident involving a plane. I know it’s painful for you, Hank, but she deserves to know.”

“Like you told Stark about his parents death.”

That silence Jason quicker than expected. He remembered how Howard and Maria died, when he was at his lowest moments during the holiday season. He told Tony what he knew and what he only could’ve revealed of that painful memory, going as far as to show him the photographs he dug up a few days later from news reports. Hank might’ve had a falling out with Howard but he was at the damn funeral for a short period of time before returning home.

Hank knew he hit a nerve and continued, “You couldn’t even wrap your head around fact that you lost them. Worse, telling a child their mother died and they never had the chance to say goodbye. I lost Janet that day because of my misfortunes during the mission.”

“I know, I heard the story. I can only imagine how you felt when it happened, when she shrunk down to that size..” Jason added trying to find his voice again.

“Please, don’t remind me, Jason, she went sub-atomic...”

“And you tried to get her back by studying for weeks on an answer to get her back”

“I made a mistake letting her come with me..I was stupid enough to let that happen..you know how hard it is for me just to relive that experience again…Hope might hate me when she finds out..”

“I know, she might but she will forgive you…Hank..you and I have made a lot mistakes in the past 3 decades. We made decisions that we aren’t proud of..thinking we are protecting them from harm..”

“That’s the whole point! That’s our job, to keep them safe and not be heartbroken by the truth. You only gave Stark the benefit of the doubt about his parents death and how it affected the outcome, you said he hated the world for it..I can’t tell her..we have secrets for a reason..”

“Yeah well, Tony could care less about his father…How about you only tell her what you can? When the time comes where she asks for more, you go into more detail about what happened. You are driving her away now…I know you hate the looks she gives you. You said it yourself..”

There was an unspoken number of casualties among those accidents that occurred during the death of their loved ones. Only so much information, they kept closed to their chest to prevent others suffering in those moments. The amount of consequences to their loved ones being gone felt like a huge blow to the head and stuffed around in secret.

Hank knew that, especially with the fact that his very friend lost more than he can chew.

He felt sorry for bringing it up, but it just didn’t occur to him the words would impact that hard. Hell, the memories of his wife were still so fresh in his brain like it was yesterday.

Hank ran a couple of fingers cross his hair muttering, “Sorry for bringing that up. It’s just…”

“I know..I know. But you do need to let her know what happened that day.” Jason responded taking a breath to regain himself.

That was when Hope and Scott returned from the car, about to say something but was cut off by Hank’s statement. He had a hand against the fireplace beforehand turning around to face the two of them, to face his daughter with the truthful remarks she desires to know. He slowly but surely explained what he could to his daughter onto what happened to her mother as her voice broke mumbling a few questions.

He did in best to answer them. It hurt to talk about it, as it felt like he was reliving the same day all over again. She wanted to know more but her thoughts didn’t seem to allow her to think straight as she teared up even more. Hank just told her in the end he lost her mother, he didn’t mean to lose his daughter too.

Scott ruined the moment with a quippy response that caused Jason to roll his eyes, telling him to go make some tea. Afterwards the four of them got back to work on training Scott and working with the plans they had in motion.

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At some point, Jason went upstairs to get something to eat and suddenly got another set of calls. He sighed deeply knowing they must've been from Liane or Rei, he ignored knowing it was probably something they could've handle themselves. They had to learn how to get along and figure out solutions to things without an actual adult fixing it entirely for them.

With a deep sigh he answered, “Hello?”

“Jason! Aha we might got an issue at the compound—dude shut up!” Said the voice that clearly belonged to Liane.

“Okay, who burnt the toaster again? Wait why are you at The Compound anyway? Your supposed to be at The Tower..”

“The adults went out on a small scale meeting, so we were left alone. Long story short, we had an incident at The Tower and decided to visit The Compound for breakfast instead—Ughhh Rei be quiet! Rick calm it’s gonna be fine—I was saying, we came here and Sam made us breakfast…and then..”

“Then what? Liane spit it out or put Rei on the phone.”

“Then we saw an issue and Sam told us to stay inside.”

Just as Liane and Rei’s voices were heard, along with the other members in the background, Jason was called downstairs by Hank to check on something. And let’s just say, he wanted to punch the older man for his actions. From the panels on the screen, shots of Scott fighting The Falcon to get inside Avengers Compound. Hope half smiled, annoyed and confused by Scott’s actions.

It was honestly hilarious yet stressful.

He put the phone call on mute as he whispered, “Hank, what the hell?! You said that the item you were looking for was at an old building, not Avengers Compound!”

“I didn’t know that it was remodeled after all this time! You could’ve said something.” Hank remarked looking up at the blonde from his seat.

“You weren’t speaking of the specifics either! Oh god..Scott better get out of there.”

“He’ll be fine. Besides he’s fighting an Avenger, this can be taken as part of his training for the next assignment. What are you worried about?”

“Half of the other avengers are inside the building now and they’re a little terrified.”

Hope said an eyebrow confused onto what her uncle meant until she heard the voices over the phone and almost immediately laughed at the sound.

She couldn’t make out the voices very well but one caught her ears as she asked, “Is that Felton? Since when is she freaked out over something like this, isn’t she an Avenger?”

Jason just shrugged at this point and responded, “It’s a great mystery to all of this. And yes that was her. I can already picture Rei’s annoyed expressions. Whatever we do, we just have to get Scott out there and fast.”

“Or they might call the other heroes for assistance. Damn it.”

“Days like this, I wish my retirement plan was completely different.”

“You can always come stay with me instead. Wait, I’m still in the Will right?”

He winked at her meaning a clear ‘yes you are, honey.’ As they both returned their focus back onto the screen watching Hank navigate Scott across the field to fight Falcon, suddenly they lost visual contact with him as the ants couldn’t see what was happening inside. It went silent as the only sound came from the cell phone in Jason’s hand.

He raised the phone up his ear to respond, “Whatever happens stay instead. I’ll be there in a couple of hours to check up on—”

“About time you picked up the damn phone!” Yelled the voice that belonged to his first godson.

“Rei?! What happened to Liane?”

“I took it off her hands, she went to help calm Rick and the others down or whatever. I really don’t care. Do I have permission to take her down Felton and shut off the systems?”

“Permission granted—wait, hold off on shutting down the systems for a few minutes and then reboot The Compound.”

“Does that mean I’m in charge of everything?”

“Does it mean the house won’t be fire when I come over to check on you guys?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then you’re in charge. And please get a hold of an adult!”

The phone called ended with Rei’s voice being heard over the speaker as you can imagine the others not sounding too pleased about the news. Jason just smirked already picturing their faces as he watched the panels of Scott escaping and Falcon on the floor. Him and Hank fist bump at the process of the mission turning out decently well.

He knew Hank was gonna have a talk with Scott on his actions and how he handled it, but Jason knew based on the files that Scott must’ve gotten the item needed for the job.

And he was right.

Hope was very impressed with what he did as her father sighed in relief at the assignment being completed. Scott Lang had skills and knowledge to be used on a battlefield one day, possibly even a hero. The four of them talked about upcoming events that were set in motion as Jason texted his nephew for updates on the situation from earlier as it seemed like things have calmed down over there.

He will need to drive over there to check up on them later.

As of now, all he knew is that the four of them were headed into a very dangerous environment within the incoming hours. Especially after Darren Cross’s appearance at the household, assuming he was just speaking with Hank Pym, as the others were silently standing in the kitchen.

The next couple of hours were gonna be a wild ride.

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

+++

9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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