#regalevansworthfic

[regalevansworth]

The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

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It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

[regalevansworth]

Loving you

(Songfic — ‘Back to December’ by Taylor Swift)

Pairing : Chris Evans x Male Reader

Summery : Christmas is said to be the festival of joy and happiness. But for you, it brings the unbearable burn of old wounds. The ones you are so desperate to heal, to make all right. But will he ever give you the chance? After all you did to him? The pain, the heartbreak you caused him? Do you really deserve it? Unbeknownst to you, the person still aches for your love. He still stands where you left him, waiting for you to come back.

Warnings/tags : No warnings. Pure angst & fluff

A/N : First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for giving my Lloyd Hansen fic so much love. It truly means a lot. And secondly, this is a small (late) Christmas gift for my Tumblr fam.I actually have a Chris Hemsworth fic already in the work, which hopefully will be released soon. In the meantime, enjoy this angsty fluffy treat that came in my mind outta nowhere. Back to December is one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs and converting it into a fic was interesting. Hope you love it. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

There is a party at the community park today. The party of Christmas Eve. People are going to gather around and make merry as the season of Christmas settles around. Being one of the biggest community in Boston, the people held no reservation against making it ostentatious. You also heard that a special guest is to come with their family but the identity of the person is rather undisclosed. A surprise sort of.

As a part of this community you are also going to attend the party. And having a good reputation for being a 'singer-in-the-making', also at the insistence of nearly everyone at the community, you complied to perform at least one song on the function.

You sigh as you shrug on your jacket. Your parents and siblings are already there waiting for you. Pocketing your woolen beanie, you head towards the door of your modern house and step outside.

As soon as you close the door behind you, the cold December air hit you, making your eyes water and chills erupting all over your body despite your warm getup. A blanket of thick snow covering all over the surface.

December, you think wishfully as you start to make your way to the community park. So many sweet memories but one can find the sourness of some particular memories if they take their time to sort through them. But one thing you know for a fact, yours can be found very easily. Because they're fresh yet old. Laced with so much pain, heartbreak and an unforgettable end.

You shake your head, determined not to think about them. You need a calm mind to roll the lyrics around your lips. You don't need past memories to sour your mood lest you want to disappoint the audience.

Past, you scoffed inwardly. One year isn't past. Not when the time has barely passed for you. Yes, you still think about that December. It's as if you haven't moved past it yet. Your guilt and regret constantly pulls you towards that endless abyss.

Because you know that, it was your fault. He was the victim. He gave all his love, his precious heart. But you crushed all of it with your bare hands. Still, you could've apologized, but you didn't. You can't blame it entirely on less of opportunities. Because there was plenty. But being the coward you were, you didn't even make a move. And it kills you every single day, awaken and asleep.

He has probably moved on. But you couldn't. You can't. You're still looking forward to a chance. And if it never shows up, you are going to live an incomplete life. Is it worth living?

Finally reaching your destination, you let your gaze roam over the entire scene. Christmas lights all over the area. On the trees, benches, stalls, everywhere. Children running and playing around, gleeful in their own joy. Adults laughing, boisterous. Clapping each other on back, drinking.

There is a stage on the corner where musical instruments are kept. That's where you'll be singing. You can see an elderly couple sitting on a far bench. The man unwrapping his muffler from his neck and wrapping it around his wife's. You smile softly at the display inspite of yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the joy ground. Closing all of your mindless thought at the back of your mind. Masking your expressing with a picture of complete enthusiasm. Why showing them what they'll never understand? You are content in suffering on your own, that's what you deserve.

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December, Chris thinks as he drives his family car to where they're invited to a Christmas party today. December used to be his favourite time of the year. But now it only brings the pain and confusion he felt last December when the person he loved and cherished the most left him.

Yes, that is the word. LEFT him. But never bothered to tell him why. The answer to that why, he craves it just as much as the survivors of a desert craves water. Sometimes the crave suffocates him. Then he remembers the beautiful time they had passed. The blossoming love brimming both of their hearts.

Chris could feel himself lost in those beautiful eyes whenever he looked down in them. Could feel himself bewitched by that beautiful smile. So delicate, so lovely. He could feel himself floating by that beautiful twinkling laughter that never failed to put a fond smile on his face

He thought he could never hear his name so beautiful coming out of someone untill he heard the breathless ‘Chris’s falling from those sinful lips. Every kiss, every intimate moment they shared was precious to him. Because it felt so right.

Then what happened? When did it all go wrong? Did he do something that could jeopardize their relationship? Was his love not enough? Was he not enough? He could swear he felt the same amount of love pouring from that person. Then why the goodbye?

He wants the answers. But more than anything, he wants that person back in his life. Back in his arms. To give their love a second chance. But how? He doesn't know. All he ever knows is that their love was everything to him. He could never love anyone like that. Their love was it for him.

Reaching where they're invited, Chris parked the car along with the other ones on the parking spot and got out. They used to live here once. Therefore so many of their close friends are from this community and insisted them to be their guest on this party. Tucking his hands inside his pockets, he makes his way inside the park along with family, Scott, Lisa and two of his nephews.

People immediately spot them and greet them. Some of them already started to take pictures with him. As the night progresses, he found himself genuinely enjoy talking with old friends and just being himself.

After awhile, there is a slight commotion from the mic on the stage and one of the hosts clears his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. “Merry Christmas and a very good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is so nice to have all of here today. Our celebration of Christmas Eve this year couldn't have been more perfect. I'd like to thank Mr. Chris Evans and his family for accepting our invitation and joining with us. Now, we also have someone here to make our evening even more brighter. A lot of you have guessed already, I know. They have the sweetest voice to enlighten all our mood. So please welcome on stage, (Y/N) (L/N)!!”

Chris's heart stops beating in his chest in time of a loud cheers erupting all over the audience. He completely froze. (Y/N)? His (Y/N)? Beside him, he can feel his mom and Scott stiffen. He doesn't know what to do. Laugh? Cry? He just stands there, eyes glued on the stage.

Then a figure starts to slowly approach from the backstage. Dressed in white t-shirt, dark jacket, dark jeans and boots. As the spotlight steadily falls on the figure, their beautiful face comes to view.

Chris felt as if his breath has been knocked out of his lungs. He can't move, feels like he's shaken to his very core. His (Y/N), the love of his life standing there on stage with a mic in his hand. Beautiful as ever.

One year, but your beauty still doesn't fail to leave him breathless. Lips parted in a small smile, delicate hands clutching the mic, wavy hair flailing about from the gentle breeze, you looked etherial to him. Your wide eyes searching the crowd. Those eyes, he thinks. He just wants to jump on the stage and take you in his arm, never let you go.

But he can't. It's like a wall has been built between you two. One word is echoing in his mind, 'why'. Why did you do what you did all those months ago? But at the same time he's scared to ask, scared to know even. He can't be vulnerable again, not before you. He has to be strong.

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You saw him right the moment you step into the stage. How could you not. You loved this person too much to not spot him, even in this crowd of so many people. Okay, maybe that's too much. Any one could spot him anywhere, even from a mile afar. Because he is The Chris Evans. But for you, he was only Chris. Your Chris.

Your heart hasn't calm down since you've seen him. You feel as if it's going to burst out of your chest any time now. You're only able to maintain your composure because they're so many people watching you right now. Even if your eyes are slightly widened.

But, God does he look handsome. He always does. That muscular figure clad in black button-up, slacks, suit jacket and shoes. He has overgrown his beard, through which once you loved to run your fingers. The delicious coarseness you felt everytime it brushed against one of your body parts. Your neck, chin, inner thighs......you blush immediately at your train of thoughts.

But what you loved most about him, was his eyes. So blue, it pierces right through your soul. Eyes that are now averting yours. Shame and guilt bubbled up inside you at his action. He has his guards up. Why shouldn't he? After all you did to him.

He deserves someone better. Someone that'll love him, trust him just as much as he does. Not some coward. Maybe he has already found that person, maybe they're happy. He doesn't love you anymore, you think disgustedly. But you do owe him an apology. But you are not so eloquent with your words. Still there is something to help you today.

You look down on the mic in your hand and make your mind. Stealing one last glance at him, you nod at the host and the instrument players and make you way towards the front of the stage. Closing your eyes, you begin.....

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I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life, tell me how's your family I haven't seen them in a while

You open your eyes and look over in time to see Chris's mom giving you a small smile and Scott waving at you. You smile back and let your gaze flit over to where Chris is standing, eyes glued to you. You feel your cheeks heaten up.

Meanwhile Chris is transfixed by your voice. He can't believe how sweet you sound. You used to sing to him at night and he always encouraged you. He believed you could be a great singer one day, he just couldn't get you out of your shyness. And here you are today. Displaying your talent and making his heart feel full.

You've been good, busier than ever We small talk, work and the weather Your guard is up and I know why

You drop your gaze to the ground. Somehow ashamed to look at anyone. Chris looks away as the reality of the song slowly dawns on him.

Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Yes, Chris can remember that night. He came home from a 2 days shoot to see the bouquet of your favorite roses that he sent to you with a 'Merry early Christmas, love' card laying on the tea-table haphazardly. Almost rotten. Just beside the bouquet was a letter, you letter, saying this wasn't working for you anymore and you're leaving. He cried so much that night that he had a constant migraine the next day.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You and Chris make eye contact for the first time and Chris can see the plea and intent in them. Your beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears making his eyes water as well.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

Chris was the best thing that had ever happened to you. No one ever loved you and cherished you like he did. His love was so selfless and you miss it. Miss all of it.

Chris can see the longing in your eyes. He misses you just as much you miss him. But he's too afraid to say it out loud.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time

Yes you want to. God do you want to just go back in time and change all of it. If it means to have him back, you'd do anything.

Chris also wants nothing else than go back in time and keep you from leaving.

As the instruments plays in the background, you two stare at each other and just wonder what went wrong. You know what went wrong. But you don't know at the same time. It frustrates you so much you can't even explain.

These days I haven't been sleeping staying up playing back myself leaving When your birthday passed and I didn't call

On every birthday of Chris during your time together, you were the first one to call him and wish him Happy Birthday when he was away. Even after your breakup, you desperately wanted to call him just as always. But you couldn't find it yourself to get to dial his number. Couldn't find a reason.

Chris remembers his birthday this year. The first thing he did after waking up was checking his phone. It was as if on instinct. Like he was waiting for your call or message. But he couldn't find any. Among so many well wishers, there wasn't you. And it crushed his heart even more. You could at least give him a text. But you didn't.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side And realized I loved you in the fall

“You know we could be lounging in our pool right now?” You huffed and glared at Chris from the passenger seat. Chris, with his one hand on the steering wheel and the other petting dodger's head, gave you a broad grin, “But baby, this is much more fun” he countered. You rolled you eyes and made a face, “What? Fishing in this summer heat? I swear Chris, if I get a sunburn on anywhere on my body, I'm not letting you touch me for the entire week.” You crossed you arms over your chest and stared ahead. Chris only laughed and pulled you in a kiss. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

The memory brings a soft smile in your face as you sing the lyrics. From few feet away, Chris also smiled at the same memory. Both of you felt the love and it went even more deeper when you walked hand in hand on the evenings of fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

Fear. It was fear that made you do all the things you did to him. You feared your love wouldn't stay the same. You feared it'd inevitably end in heartbreak. You feared Chris was too good to be true. But at the same time, you knew you were being unreasonable. The fear of losing him was so great that you started backing up from the relationship. Leaving him entirely clueless as to why you felt like that.

Chris notes the slight quiver in your voice. And suddenly, something clicks inside him. With a frown on his face, he remembers how you to started detach yourself from him in the prior months to your breakup. You started to withdraw yourself more and more. And whenever he looked into your eyes, he saw something imperceptible. What was it? Was it fear? Fear of what? He never bothered to ask you and now he feels the regret come crashing down on him.

Coming back to present, he looks over at you. But you are looking at anywhere but him. Like you're ashamed. Like you revealed something really personal.

So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You wish he'd know how sorry you are. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, beg for forgiveness. You can't stay alive knowing you brought a pain so vicious. Reminder of it will eat you every day.

it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You just want to go back and change all the things that went wrong. Change your mind about leaving him. But you can't change the past, even if you wanted so desperately. Life isn't some science-fiction. You nearly laughed at the irony of your song and reality.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right

You sing the lyrics with a slight head tilt and sad smile on your face all the while looking at him. Your eyes are misty but you don't seem to care.

Chris can see the open longing in your eyes. And he realizes for the first time that you still love him. You still love him to miss him like that. He can't breath and just stares at you, studies you.

And how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry

Chris has always been a constant source of comfort to you. Whenever you felt sad or felt like crying, he'd wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tightly. He would shush you gently and kiss your forehead. He was someone that you could easily confide in and take refuge in his strength. So warm and so right.

Maybe this is wishful thinking probably mindless dreaming But if we loved again I swear I'd love you right

Chris feels dizzy. Because it's not your wishful thinking nor some mindless dreaming. He wants that too. So desperately. And he doesn't have to look in your eyes to see that you mean it.

But then, just as quickly, your expression changes. Morphs into something more difficult to understand. He watches you blink several times and look down before continuing.....

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't so if the chain is on your door, I understand

You don't want to lift your expectations too high. Why should he open the doors to his heart once more for you? You don't deserve it.

Chris watches the hard acceptance on your features. He wants rush to you and show you that he is still yours. He hasn't moved on. But he stays glued to the ground. Why everything has to be so hard for both of you?

But this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You feel so exhausted at once. More than you felt for a long time. You just want this to end, want your sufferings to end. You can't keep fighting anymore.

All the time

With the song concluding it's final note, Chris watches as a silent tear slide down your cheek, making his heart shatter into million pieces. He hates your tears. Especially when he can do nothing about it.

You slowly open your eyes and let your gaze roam over the silent crowd. A flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks as the reality dawns on you. But it doesn't matter anymore. You have done what you wanted to do. Now you just want to get out of here. Away from here.

Scrambling, you excuse yourself from the audience and rush out of the scene, wiping your tears, not looking at anyone. You're angry at yourself for showing this much vulnerability in front of everyone, especially him. He must be thinking what a fool you are. Must be laughing at you right now.

Chris watches with dread as you leave hastily. No, this is his chance, to make everything right between you. Your fate brought you together this day. Exactly one year after that nightmare. Destiny has given you both a chance and he can't lose it, even if his life is dependend on it.

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he sees his mom and Scott nodding at him. Go, they want to say. Go get him.

Wasting no more time, Chris runs after you. Determined to not to let you go this time.

Walking has never felt like a chore before. Your legs feel like they'll give out at any time. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Sniffing, you reach out to pull out your phone. It's your dad. Probably calling to check in on you, seeing how you left. But you don't want to talk to any one right now. You want to be alone. Shutting off your phone, you put it inside your pocket and resume walking.

Suddenly you feel a strong grip around your wrist, tugging you back. You yelp and bump against what must've been a brick wall. But it's someone's chest. Someone you're so strongly familiar with, someone you're connected to the heart.

“Running away from me again?” that deep baritone voice, making you look up into the owners piercing blue eyes.

“Chris” you whisper, making his heart set ablaze. He clutches your hands close to his chest. You two are standing so close that you can feel his body heat wafting off of him. It's taking all of your willpower not to snuggle close. Chase that warmth.

Chris can't stop looking into your eyes. It still feels so surreal to have you close to him again. You feel perfect tucked against him. Like you two are two puzzles fitting around all edges. And he knows then and there, that he'll have you again. Make you his again.

But then you gently push him away, making unwanted distance between you. Looking away, you ask him, “What're you doing here?” “I'm here to get back what's mine” he replies, looking at you intently.

You shake your head, not understanding, “Why?” you ask. Your eyes going watery again and you hate yourself for it. Hate yourself for even seeing the beacon of hope.

Chris gently takes you by the shoulder and looks deeply into your eyes, “Because I love you” he whispers. And you can see the truth behind his words. There is no hesitation behind it. No cruel joke. But still you're confused. Why would he love you after....

“But I hurt you” you said, not looking at him. Waiting to be laughed in the face. But it never comes. Instead, you feel his callaused, rough palm on your cheek, turning your face towards him. “Yes, you did.” he said making you feel worse than you ever felt now that you heard it from him.

Then he took your hand in his and gently put it over his chest where his heart is steadily beating. “But the hurt wasn't greater than what I felt in here. And do you know what that is?” he asks. You can only stare dumbly at him, too shoked to say anything.

“Your love”, he declares. And he says it so reverently that you feel your legs slowly giving out. Is it truly happening? Or is it some cruel game of fate? You are completely dumbstruck. You feel like you're going to break into tears any time. You are beyond ecstatic.

Finally, not being able to hold back anymore, you reach up and crash your lips onto his. Chris returns the kiss just as eagerly. He snakes his strong arms around your waist and pulls you even more closer. You get on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck to fully submit into the kiss.

The kiss is feverish. Laced with the pain of a year of longing. You both kiss like it's the end of time and you're never going to get the chance again. Chris licks your bottom lip, asking for access. You comply happily and let him deepen the kiss.

So what if the pain is still fresh? What if things are yet to gain semblance? You both simply don't care as long as you have each other. You'll work on your faults and make your relationship better. You'll grow to love and trust each other once again. This is a promise of giving your everything to the other person. Destiny has brought you together in this moment to simply give each the love you preserved in your hearts.

As you break the kiss and stare deeply into his eyes, you know that you'll give your everything to make this work. You'll love him as long as he'll allow you to and looking at him you know that he's not leaving you anytime soon.

With a sigh you bury yourself in his warm embrace as the snow starts to fall around you like a blessing from the sky itself.

“I love you, Chris”

“I love you too, baby”

[regalevansworth]

Little Fawn

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x Male reader

Summery : When your own father's exploits lead upto you being kidnapped by a tyrannical sociopath, there is no way you are getting out of the man's den in one piece or worse. But when the said man has a look of undeniable lust and claiming desire upon the first glimpse of your innocent being, would you be able to deny those inappropriate urges? Or you'll be the man's little fawn for the rest of your live?

Warnings : Passionate SMUT 18+, hint of non-con, oral sex, unprotected anal sex, age difference, size difference(you're cute n tiny)-sort of a kink too, daddy kink, dirty talking, biting, choking, rough manhandling, belly bulging, pet names(pretty boy, baby), possessive Lloyd(duh!) — remind me if I miss any.

Words count : 5.3k+

A/N : Here it is! My first ever fic that I have the courage to finally post. Actually, I had some other plans for my first fic, this idea came outta nowhere thanks to 'The Gray Man' and delicious Lloyd Hansen. Idk if it's too much cliche or rustic(self-deprecation talking, not me) but I've enjoyed writing it. I profusely apologise for my mistakes and story longevity (cz I love things slow). My special thanks to @chrisevansxmalereader for your endless support and love and all other authors up there who's writings inspired me so much! I genuinely hope you enjoy my writings as well. Likes and comments are highly appreciated. Love you all and- here goes nothing ;)

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You must be dreaming. There is no way of deeming this sudden horrible turn of events otherwise. Because, one moment you are arranging all the notes for your upcoming biology test and the next, you are slumped down on a huge sofa with an unendurable throbbing in your head.

After what felt like an hour of blinking slowly and trying to adjust to the surrounding lights, you come to your senses. Your first instinct is to scream— at the top of your lungs– for help because you know damn well that you've been abducted, mercilessly. But you hold back knowing that it'll only bring more catastrophe if it hasn't already.

You cautiously take in your surroundings and make yourself acquainted with pristine and somewhat historical looking structure. A room surrounded by walls that are dark-ish white, reagal furnitures and huge doors and windows with white see-through curtains.

Said doors burst open with a sudden clattering of footsteps- resulting you to jolt in surprise. "-agency should know that the fucker's son- well, hello pretty boy!" came a deep but somewhat amused voice, forcing you to look in the eyes of the source. You meet with the bluest of eyes that are now laced with something questionable.... dangerous....something like insurmountable hunger. And also something sinister like a predator eyeing it's prey. It is surely enough to make you squirm in discomfort.

Then you took in the sight of the handsome specimen with an equally handsome face, manly jaw, huge biceps, wide shoulders, thick neck and a splendid silhoutte going down to a tapered waist- all the things accentuated by the tight black turtleneck t-shirt he is wearing. Thick thighs and long legs draped with a pair of off-white chinos. But what caught your gaze the most is the weired looking moustache underneath his nose which makes him look rather funny except for his substantial presence being quite threatening.

The man- Lloyd Hansen, a former CIA mercenary, psychopathic killer, tyrant, ruthless barbarian an so on.....can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight before him. You- with your dilated (e/c) eyes, soft (h/c) curls, pretty (s/c) smooth skin, plush soft lips and thin but elegant limbs totally left him out of breath. The light purple oversized hoodie you're wearing exposed the smooth expanse of your shoulders and neck that he'd absolutely love to cover with hickeys and bite marks.Oh, the things you make him want to do to you

Instructing his men to leave, Lloyd slowly stalks towards your frame—now curled up into a ball by hugging your knees to your chest. Never in his life has he ever been derailed from his mission this quickly. But just a single glimpse of you looking up at him so innocently, has him forgotten all about the task and what he has been hired for in the first place. It's like a lyric-less song resonating from your core and luring him in. And he knew there and then, he wants to— scratch that— need to have you. Inhibitions long thrown out of the window.

Watching him advance upon, you try to scoot backward but instantly meet with the headrest of the couch. He carefully leans in to your visage level. You make a futile attempt look away only for him to grab your chin and make you look him in the eyes. To say that you're scared would be an understatement when you are utterly terrified because every bit of the man's expression is screaming danger and that you're in trouble.

“My my, what a pretty little thing you are! Didn't know that the bastard had a full bloomed dahlia in his garden!” the man commented with a perilous grin. “What are you talking about?” you whimper out. You know that your father isn't some sort of noble-man working for humanity, if the abundance of his wealth is anything to go by and that he definitely has some secrets. But what in the hell is this?

Then the man let out a dark chuckle, “Aww, you don't know anything about your daddy's petty business, do you littlle fawn? That you're here because of him?”

“I don't understand. Who are you? Where am I?” You frightfully demand, raking your head around the room.

Without another word, the man ducks down and licks a long stripe across your shoulder and neck with a soft but firm kiss behind your ear, his moustache tickling the path. You let out a sound somewhere between gasping and whining before gripping the man's shoulder with both of your hands. “Mmm...your skin tastes just as sweet as it looks, baby. Fuck!” He slids a thumb right under your bottom lip and continues, “Unfortunately, a sweet thing like you should also be ruined, don't you think?”

The dark edge to his voice accompanied with his hot breath against your neck make you shudder in timid anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me” you feel tears prickling your eyes. If the man has something bad planned for you, you only hope that it doesn't include actual manslaughter. “Oh, baby! You're such an innocent little lamb, aren't you?” The man drawls. “Don't worry, we're gonna have so much fun together” he states with the same smirk.

Your confusion only augments when he pulls you up to your feet and picks you up without a warning and starts to stride towards the nearby king sized bed. You gasp in surprise and try to wriggle out of his grasp. The next thing you know, the man lies you down gently on the bed. He starts to run his palms up and down the sides of your torso, making your thighs quiver in it's wake. His dark and hungry gaze burning through your skin, crawling like a raging fever.

All of a sudden, a pair of soft chapstick tinted lips crashes onto yours and all of the air from your lungs have been abruptly kicked out. He's devouring you like a drowning man for air and all you can do is clung to those ridiculously huge biceps for leverage. The kiss is frantic, urgent with need, smacking loudly in the otherwise silent room. You make a sound at the back of your throat which makes the bigger man groan and deepen the kiss. You're having a hard time keeping up as the man kisses and nips your bottom lip, it's all harsh teeth and tongue. Having no experience on the act of kissing makes your moves sloppy but it does little for the man to back out.

A fresh tear slids down the corner of your eye. You're still trying to make out the situation and trying to figure out what is happening. What is he doing? Is he going to have his way with you? Without your consent? Defile the innocence you've been carrying all through your life? Are you going to forcefully loose your virginity to a man who is all but gentle? Or is this some kind of cruel nightmare?

Before you know it, a thick tongue is prying you lips apart and seeking access to your mouth. Your disapproval sound goes totally ignored as the tongue roams the inside of your mouth, tastes every nook and crevice making you moan and whimper shamelessly. Your responses only intensifies the man's hunger, drawing an aggressive growl from him. By the time you both are panting, taking in rugged breath as he breaks the kiss.

“Wai-wait-wait, please! Don't do this to me, I'm begging you. I-I-I... don't wanna get hurt” You outright beg and try to shove him off of you by his shoulders but he grips your wrists just as tightly. When you look him in the eye, you see the same daring darkness returning, blue orbs eclipsed by the blown wide pupils, then returns that toothy smirk.“It's okay, sweetheart. I can see it's your first time. Let me take care of you. Let me make both of us feel good” He suavely persuades.

The juxtaposition of his words and expression is making you uncomfortable, totally perplexed and beyond frustrated. But before you have the time to protest, he is attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your shoulder and collarbone. Bright purple bruises are forming on your skin by his harsh suction and lastly in a manner of soothing he licks over the marks.

By the time he is finished with your neck, you are a writhing, moaning and whimpering mess. As much as you loathe to admit it, but all these intimate actions, physical contacts have somewhat left you craving for more. You are absolutely mortified by your eagerness but the man is attending to you, giving you the attention you longed for so long after being shielded and preserved, grounded for the sake of your own safety. So, you don't essentially put up a fight when he starts to undress you even if you're still a bit unsure.

When the last part of you clothing has accompanied the rest of your attire on the floor, you are completely naked before the man. Cheeks flushed pink, you try to cover yourself up as much as possible with your palms but he takes your wrists and swats them away. Lloyd- is totally awestruck by your beauty, sprawled under his heavy gaze, spit slicked lips-bitten red, neck and collarbone marked prettily, you are like an angle to this god forsaken world. Delicate like the wisps of autumn.

“You truly are a work of art baby, so beautiful!” he rasps as he ducks down to peck you on the lips. He slowly trails his kisses down your body. Your neck, shoulders, chest and special attention to your nipples. He sucks on them as if determined to draw anything that must be kept underneath. You can't help but moan at the sensation making the bigger man groan against your soft skin. Oh! Not to mention that you're painfully hard by this point, cock leaking and twitching against the curve of your belly- all thanks to his little ministrations. Even if your sub-conscious mind is still alarted, your body is responding, appreciating and seeking more. Your nipples are all puffy and red and glistening with saliva after he finishes.

Then he stands upto his knees. Eyes still glued to your heaving figure, he pulls his shirt over his head before going to unbutton his pants. Your mouth goes totally dry at the sight of his hard-muscled form. Comically broad chest and impeccable pecs with some light dusting of dark blond hair, cheseled abs going down to the v-shape of his groin, a trail of hair following the skin and disappering under the band of his black boxer briefs. Arms looking extra huge now that they're accompanying the whole package. He notices that you're staring and smirks to himself making you blush to the root. Then he tugs at the waistband of his briefs and-

“Oh!” There sprangs free the biggest cock you've ever seen. Although, the only cock you've ever seen is obviously yours but still, you can guess the comparison. Standing there proudly, the cock is thick from base to the tip, long and veiny, mushroom shaped head flushed an angry shade of red making you gulp involuntarily. The thing is unblemished and has a slight upward curv. Balls looking heavy and full, hanging between his parted thighs. And suddenly you're very(very) nervous. Thighs closing instinctively.

Sensing your nervousness, Lloyd gently nudges your thighs apart and gets between them. He noses at your jaw and purrs, “You're gonna get this cock, baby. No matter you accept it or not. I'm going to have you the way I like. But first, you have to work for it”

With that, he stands up again but this time moves out of the bed and stands at the edge before beckoning you closer. Your perplexed state remains as you crawl towards him on your hands and knees who is now lazily stroking his cock all the while eyeing you hungrily. He then places the tip of his cock at your lips and traces the soft petals, smearing the precum all over them. You stare at him through your fluttering lashes the entire time and as if you're expecting further command. His dick jumps at the sight.

“Open up” he orders and you obey like a good boy. Then ever so slowly, he pushes his gargantuan cock past your lips and you experimentally give the tip a lick. Grimacing at the bitter taste of his precum you move your tongue at the under side of his dick, moving up again swirling around the tip and hear him groan in pleasure over you immediately. Then you take him in hand and embolden by his groans and moans, lick his cock from the base to the tip before kissing the head and closing your lips around it. “Fuck” he curses and shoves his whole length down your throat.

Before you have the time to adjust he starts to thrust his cock over and over in your mouth. You desperately grab at his strong thighs fot support. “Fuck, baby just like that. You look even more beautiful like this. Mouth stuffed full of my cock. Taking everything I give you” he groans overhead. “Are you gonna drink all of my cum too, little kitten? Gulp down all the thick milk I give you? Hmm? Like the good kitten you are?” You can do nothing but to whimper in response. All of this filthy talking is making you more aroused than it should.

“Yeah, I know you will. You're practically gaggin' for it, aren't you? My sweet, greedy boy” the last two words are punctuated by deep thrusts that have you choking on his length. Drool and spit dripping down your chin which is also making his cock glisten, looking even more intimidating and enraged. Looking up through your lashes, you take in the sight of his heaving chest, quick deep breaths are leaving his nostrils like some sort of lifeline. Pecs and abs are already sweaty and shining from the laboured thrusts.

Gripping the sides of your head, he starts to thrust in more urgently.soon you become light-headed from the lack of oxygen and can do nothing but to relax your throat that is now achy from the intrusion, hollowing your cheeks to make it easier. Tears stinging your eyes, gagging and gargling sounds leaving you mouth as you choke on his cock.

“Breath....nghh...thr-through your nose, baby. You're doing s-so good” He instructs or more like grunts with all his might and with one last particular shove, he pushes his cock all the way down your throat and keeps your head firmly in place where your nose is planted against the thick bush of his pubic hair, taking in his clean musky scent. You gag and choke the entire time and paw at his strong thighs. With a shuddering groan, he pulls away, a few strands of saliva connecting his cock to your lips, and smacks his hardness against your cheeks, drenching them with your own spit. You try not to feel too humiliated by the action.

“Fuck, that was amazing baby! Now, it's time for your reward” he breaths out and pushes you on your back on the bed. Taking both of your legs in his hand, he lifts them up and presses them on your chest, nearly bending you in half. “All flexible and bendy for me, huh? I like it” he chuckles, a little breathless from having you fully exposed before him. Your pink little hole winking at him, fluttering from the sudden contact of cold air. Groaning at the sight, he fully dives in starts to lick and lap at your sensitive furl of muscles, the most private and sacred place of a human being.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action. Mouth falling agape with a silent scream from the knowlege of how filthy and dirty this whole thing is. But when a thick tongue pokes it way in your entrance, you lose all the battle of resistance and let out a loud moan clutching the sheets either sides of your head. You hear the man groan, sending vibrations through your body making you arch in complete pleasure. Cock leaking a generous amount of precum and ready to burst at any moment. Just a few tugs would be enough to pull you colser to the edge.

That's why when you start to reach out, a strong hand shooes it away.“Nuh-uh, no touching yourself. Let your pretty little cock weep a bit more!” you hear the man chiding from underneath you. Then he again dives in, this time with much more vigour. He licks, slurps and sucks at your hole, prodding it with his tongue. Occasionally kissing at your inner thighs and entrance. The coarseness of his moustache making everything a lot more sensitive. Your entire body heats up when obscene slurping noise reaches your ears. Your own hands shoot down to grab the head between your legs, not knowing if you want to push away or keep it into place as choked out moans leave your bitten-red lips.

“Pl-please, I can't take it anymore, please!” You sound so wrecked already and you feel Lloyd smirking against your hole. Your entire world seems to stop spinning as he finishes making a meal of your entrance and comes back up with a kiss on it. “Yes, you can take it. You can take everything I give you. You'll be so good for me, won't you?” His every coaxing sentence is punctuated with a kiss, hands gripping either side of your head as you shook it back and forth.

“Yes you will. You will be a good boy—” The man continues. You still shake your head violantly, eyes squinted close and mumbling coherent words. “—Daddy's baby boy” at that, your eyes snap open. Cock twitching and drooling uncrontrollably on your stomach. Those last three words making you go into a full body shudder.

Lloyd grins at your obvious daddy issues. If only had he known this earlier. “Yeah? You wanna be a good boy for daddy? Let him take care of you? Give you what you want?” You nod eagerly even before you can think about it. “Come on baby, say it” He orders as he grabs a bottle of clear liquid, seemingly lube, from the bedside table drawer simultaniously lubing up his fingers and pressing one aginst your hole. “Yes, daddy!”, you gasp out as soon as the finger breaches your tight ring of muscle. Lloyd starts sliding his pointing finger in and out of you, relishing every soft little sound you make.

It's like a sweet torture for you every time he inserts his finger. Uncomfortable yet pleasurable. But when he pushes in another finger you nearly scream from the immense discomfort. “It's okay, relax. Relax for me baby” the man cooes gently but it does nothing to alleviate the burn. Your tight virgin hole is arrogant to keep the fingers away. But the man is also like a mulish horse, plunging in his fingers despite the resistance.

It's when those fingers touches a certain bundle of nerve inside you, your back arches and cock explodes instantaniously, the filthiest sounds exiting your mouth which you're too oblivious to care about. Like in a matter of seconds your primal pain gets replaced by a world shattering pleasure tremor. Body spasming from the aftershock. Lloyd's booming laughter pulls you back from your daze to actual reality, blinking twice you look at him and frown in confusion

“You just came from my fingers alone? Oh, the things you do to me, baby boy”, Lloyd rumbles and as if to make a point he tugs at his cock, making it jump up and down. He's hard like never before. And just right after, he adds a third finger, further stretching you open. When the copper taste of fresh blood hits your tongue, you come to realize that you've been biting harshly on your bottom lip to suppress your screams. Lloyd, who has been observing both your hole stretched wide around his fingers and facial expression, leans down and sucks on your blood coated bottom lip, a smug smile on his own lips.

Suddenly, the moving fingers inside your body come to a halt and leave immediately. You glance down in time to see Lloyd leathering up his massive cock with lube, eying your gaping hole. Eyes wide with realization of what's coming next, you let out a pitiful whimper. But Lloyd is already upon you, kissing your neck and slowly guiding himself in your entrance. “Shh- beautiful. Relax, open yourself up for daddy. There is no going back now. Let daddy have you” he gently coaxes against your neck.

When the fat bulbous head of his cock makes it's way inside, you are shaking bodily. A deep gutteral sound leaves Lloyd's lips which prompts you to shake even more. The stretch is painful, burning every inch of the skin around. Your head is buzzing like several crickets are jumping around your skull, throat dry from the way you're screaming. But Lloyd isn't stopping and sliding every inch of his monstrous cock inside your perineum. It feels like an eternity untill he sheathes himself to the hilt, cock buried till every single inch.

Lloyd is in heaven. Nothing he felt in his life is as exquisite as the tight grip of your virgin hole around his cock. Even all the chicks he has fucked before can't compare to the feeling he is relishing right now. Their eager pussies which gave their way for his rutting feels absolutely numb. He is having a hard time to restrain himself from start pounding into that tight heat.

Some minutes have passed since your screams turned into ragged breathes. Slowly, the cock inside resting inside you makes room for itself. Your inner walls widening to accomodate his garth. “I'm gonna move now, baby. Try to relax for daddy, hm?” Lloyd said as he pressed his palms either side of your head. Without waiting for your response, he starts to moves. At first he rolls his hips languidly to make more room. Then he starts to pull out untill the crown of his cock is the only thing inside and shoves back in. Your body attempts to jerk back by the power of his thrust but your hands fly up to surround his neck immediately to avoid it. Wrecked sounds seem the only thing your vocal cord can emit.

With wild abandon, Lloyd finally starts to fuck into your body. From slowly inserting inside to slamming back and forth furiously. Your breathy raw sounds are like music to his ears which only rekindling his vigor. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like having your daddy's fat cock inside you?” he asks you as he sets a steady rhythm. The only response he gets is another lengthy moan. “Yeah I know you like it. Your greedy little boypussy is hungry for it. Hungry for everything Daddy's going to give it. Do you know what it wants, baby boy?”

You surprise yourself by shaking your head, although you can't blame yourself when you are being fucked within an inch of your life. “Your pussy wants to be owned. It' hungry for daddy's cum, it wants to be stuffed so full of daddy's thick cum untill it can't take anymore” he says those words like he's stating some facts. It's extremely filthy yet does't fail to make your body heat up even more. The movement of his hips gets even faster. Then he grips the headrest of the bed with both hands, practically hovering above you and starts to pound relentlessly. The whole —fucking massive— bed is literally shaking by the force of his thrusts, leaving you dumbstruck by the sheer power the man holds and you can't help but arch up from the bed and whine louder.

When his hands return to your hips, your eyes roams over his face. Thick veins popping up from everywhere, his forehead, neck. Nose flaring like a beast, eyes rolled back in pleasure. His biceps and forearms are also bulging with protruding veins. And then suddenly, he slows down his thrusts. You don't get the time to contemplate before he flips you over onto your stomach, pulls your ass up into the air and one hand pressing onto your shoulder to keep your chest firmly pressed into the sheets. Now you're fully exposed to him, ready to be taken from behind— this realization should be for your utter shame not arousing.

“Fuck! That's a beauty” Lloyd groans as he slaps his cock several times on your cheeks and spits on your hole before shoving back inside in one go. But this time, due to change of angles, his cock brushes that exact sweet spot inside you. Your eyes immediately roll back from the sheer pleasure rippled through your body. Your clench the sheets so tightly you can see your knuckles turning white under your chin, along with a moan that evaporated all your vocal abilities.

Lloyd, encouraged by your euphoric moans starts to hit that spot repeatedly, mentally patting himself on the back to find your prostate without much effort. It's surely drawing out all kinds of sounds that are evident of your ecstasy. “Yes, just like that, baby. Daddy wants to hear more” he encourages. If it wasn't for the jack off earlier in the shower this morning, Lloyd knows that he would've come by now. His cock is being stimulated in the most delicious way possible. Along with the most exotic picture you're making right in front of his eyes.

The onslaught of sensations is making you dizzy. The bigger man hasn't relented his merciless pounding, which is ensuring his cock to hit your g-spot in precision. The drag of his heavy cock along your velvety walls making you both see stars. Lewd sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other occupy the room. Slowing down his movements abruptly, Lloyd snakes his arm around your chest and draws you up towards him. Back flushed with his chest, he once again starts to move his hips. In and out, in and out, in and out, it's like his body moving on it's own accord that somehow prompts you to push back in return. Meeting his thrusts halfway, it's near contagious. He's panting on your neck, breath hot and wet against your tender skin where he sucked upon not long ago.

Lloyd's one hand grips your hip, another one snaked around your neck, choking your lungs system momentarily. His biceps bulging under your chin obscenely. Skin gleaming with sheen of perseparation. You grip his forearm with both of your palm from one particular thrust he delivers and realize suddenly that the pressure in your lower stomach is palpable! Your belly swells and flattens in time of his thrusts. Eyes wide, you slowly move your another hand down to your stomach and feel the swell. A choked moan ripped through your mouth as you press on his huge cock over your stomach. “Daddy!” you whine loudly. Cock leaking precum and pooling on the sheets.

As if on cue, Lloyd also moves his hand to yiur lower belly and feels the exact pressure. “F-fuck” he curses under his breath and stops his thrust to shove his cock as deep as possible and the press on his palm grows more wider. Halting, he flips you over onto your back and drives his cock in immediately. And sure enough, there's a gentle swell on your flat belly that only his cock able to make. The sight is so captivating and arousing that his cock throbs violently inside you. A sheer possessiveness seizes his mind and soul as red flashes before his eyes. He lowers himself down to your level all the while bucking his hips and growls on your ear, “You know what that means, baby? Hmm? It means you're mine! No one can ever have you like this. You now belong to daddy”

Then he grips his jaw and makes you face him, “Tell me who you belong to” he snarls through gritted teeth. You gulp involuntarily but say nothing. The man looks like a devil, at least a personification of the devil himself. Corrupting everything, your innocence, body and soul. The cock moving inside you taking your sanity from your core. But, these all are objective. For once in your life, you feel owned, wanted and equally important. So when he asks again, “Answer me! Who. You. Belong. To?” the emphasized thrusts only make you to moan out, “You, daddy”

“Good boy” He praises, making you preen in instinct. Then he goes fast, faster, harder. Muscles tensing and relaxing as he pounds deeper. He again starts to kiss and nip your throat. Marking you up entirely. Claiming as his own territory. So that everyone can know that you belong to the infamous—one and only— LLOYD HANSEN. He occassionally taps on the bulge on your lower belly created by his cock, making you arch up from pleasue. He latches his mouth on your nipples and sucks and bites untill they're puffy and raw.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the edge. As he mercilessly rims on your prostate and bucks animalistically. White hot pleasure surge through your nerve system and vision goes blackened as your cock erupts. Scrambling to get hold of something, you grip his biceps and moan as loud as possible. This orgasm is more intense where your body contorts and jerks by the sheer force of it. “Yes, that's it. Let it out baby. Fuck! you're so beautiful. Cum for me” Lloyd groans above you which indicates that he isn't far away either. Mind delirious with aftershock, you just lie there and take it.

And sure after, his thrusts go sloppy. Hips bucking in spasmodic fashion as his big—cum filled— balls draw up. “I'm gonna cum,baby. Shit! You want my cum? Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”. Not wanting him to pull out just yet, you nod hurriedly. Satisfied with your reply, Lloyd starts his aimless thrusts. Shoving in balls deep one last time, he starts cumming.

Long, thick spurts of warm cum fill you up from the inside. Soaking up your inner walls. There is so much of it that they're forcing to gush out around Lloyd's cock which is still buried deep. He's all the while biting down on your shoulder to muffle his moans. It's like eternity untill he stops coming. When he's done, he pulls out and watches as the creamy white spunk leaking from your gaping hole.

Lloyd slumps down on the sheet beside you and stare at your wrecked form. Absolutely cum drunk, fucked out, frenzied mess that you are. Without any warning, he pulls you closer to his chest and strokes your cheeks with his thumb. It's an odd gesture of gentleness coming from a man like Lloyd. How can he not be when the most beautiful, pretty and precious boy is beside him. Now that the initial lust has faded (well, mostly for him) he just knows one thing, “You're mine”

Not knowing what to say, you just stare at him and wonder, is life going to be really bad if you decide to be his? The weired sense of possessiveness and protectiveness radiating off of him do nothing to alleviate your confusion. As sleep slowly creeps on your exhausted eyes, your subconscious mind delivers, “I'm yours”

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