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One Per Customer

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.

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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.

There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.

Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.

“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”

You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….

You tried to focus, but it was hard.

Chris was hard.

So deliciously hard.

Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.

You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.

“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”

Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.

The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”

You chuckled and shook your head at him.

“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”

He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.

“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”

“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”

He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.

“Chris… please, please, please…”

You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.

“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”

Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”

“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”

Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.

“What did you say?”

“It’s yours. Only yours!”

You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.

“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”

Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.

He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.

“Chris! Please!”

You were soaking his fingers.

Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.

“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.

You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.

“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”

You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.

“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”

“Fuck!”

You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.

“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”

You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.

The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.

“Fucking mine.”

The possessiveness.

“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”

You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.

“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”

You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.

“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.

You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.

You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.

“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”

You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.

“Well he didn’t.”

Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.

You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.

To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.

“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”

“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”

You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”

Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.

He loved…

“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Girlfriend?”

You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.

“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Well, no one told me. ”

You huffed as if you were mad.

Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.

“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.

“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Chris grinned.

“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.

“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”

“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”

He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.

“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”

You laughed and shook your head at him.

“I can’t with you Christopher…”

He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.

“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”

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