The Stranger - Part 17
A/N: Part 17 of The Stranger!
This story is also posted on Wattpad, but the chapters have been condensed into fewer parts to make it easier on Tumblr.
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Pairing: Chris Evans x OC (No physical descriptions/female character)
Summary: Amelia goes back to work and tries to find a semblance of a normal life after the past month. But a surprise visitor quickly flips her life back on its head, and a misunderstanding almost ruins everything.
Word count: 8600 (LMAO sorry)
Warnings for this part: Jealous!Chris. Misunderstandings and confusion as well as awkward tension. Sweet and soft. Daddy!Chris, Brattamer!Chris.
Smut Warnings: Oral (f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, size kink, degradation, praise, dirty talk, Dom!Daddy!Brattamer!Chris. One little slap on the thigh as a reprimand. Possessive hunk of a man as he rails her into the mattress.
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AMELIA
Pierre and Taylor said a tearful goodbye at the airport, and I also had tears in my eyes when I hugged him goodbye.
I know we'll still be talking almost every day, just like we did for the first month he was here, but it was still sad.
He technically only has about 4 months left of filming now, which is a nice thought, but I know I'll still miss him. Even if I didn't technically end up spending as much time with him as I thought I would, on this trip.
The flight back home felt solemn.
Pierre was quiet for the first twenty minutes, still upset that he had to leave Taylor behind, which I understand. He now has to go home to their shared apartment, alone, and he doesn't know if he will be able to see him again before filming ends.
It made me think a lot about my own situation.
I know that Chris kept telling me that we would see each other, that he would come visit and I could too. And that's all fine during filming, but once he's done, he goes back to his own place. And we'll still be away from each other.
At least when Taylor is done filming he'll go home to Pierre.
Chris and I's future will consist of long distance, of phone calls and face time, and visits. And then what?
I don't know what to expect but I also know that it's highly unlikely that we will be able to sustain a relationship like that. Eventually something would have to change.
And it would either result in moving in together, somewhere, somehow.. Or a breakup.
I really hope it's not the latter. Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt.
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It's been a few days since I arrived back home.
Chris checked in on me as soon as my flight landed, apparently he was watching it on the flight-app to make sure I arrived safely.
And for the past few days we've spoken every day, doing video calls this time instead of just phone calls.
Video calls feels a lot nicer, a lot more intimate. I get to look at his pretty face while he tells me about his day and I get to watch as his face lights up when he tells me a funny story about something that happened at work.
And I've been back at work myself.
I settled into my new position - the one that came with me finishing law school and passing the bar exam.
I'm still in a fairly low position but at least I've graduated from being an intern. I got an amazing opportunity to work with the District Attorneys Office and I took it as soon as it became available.
A job like that will look wonderful on my resume and it gets me in the door of the District Attorneys office, which is where I see myself in the future.
I worked in the same office as an intern which means I know most of the people working alongside me, which is quite nice. At least I don't completely feel like the odd man out.
Most of the people I work with have years of experience within the field, but there are a few around my age, as well as younger interns that work below me, who I am technically in charge of.
As soon as I got back from my vacation a case was put on my desk and I was quickly instructed to work with a few interns and law clerks on it.
Which is what I've been doing for the past three days, spending countless hours at the office to try and find as much solid evidence for the case as possible.
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I'm sitting in the break room on Thursday morning, sipping a cup of coffee as I look over some files for the case. I'm completely engulfed in the legal briefings when a voice brings me out of it.
"Good morning," Ashley chirps as she walks into the break room, sitting down at the round table next to me, "How are you?"
I glance up from the file when I hear her voice, giving the young brunette girl a polite smile. Ashley is one of the new interns, and she's only in her second year of law school, but she got the job because her dad knows the district attorney.
I don't hold her that against her, though - network is quite powerful in this field and it's certainly not unheard of that people get opportunities because of who they know. And besides, she's pretty good at it, considering that she's fairly young and inexperienced. She works hard and she's done well on the tasks I've handed to her so far, so I don't mind that she didn't work as hard to earn her spot here as the others did.
"Good morning," I respond, taking a sip of my coffee before I continue, "I'm doing well, how are you?"
"Good," she beams, pouring a cup of coffee for herself from the pot on the table, "I had a great day yesterday!"
I chuckle at her giddy expression, quirking a brow at her as I speak, "Oh yeah? I'm glad to hear that. What made your day so great?"
"I found a big lead for one of the cases I'm helping on!" She quips, grinning excitedly, "And I showed it to the ADA and he was very impressed!"
"That's wonderful!" I say with a wide smile, "Good job Ash, I'm proud of you."
She blushes slightly, her grin still as wide when she thanks me. Then she glances at the file in front of me before she says, "I've only known you for three days but I feel like you're always working. Do you ever take a break?"
I chuckle and nod, "Yes, I do. In fact I just got back from a month long vacation, so that's why I'm putting a little extra effort into my work these days."
"Oh.." She says, clearly slightly embarrassed, "I didn't realize that. Sorry, that was dumb," she mumbles as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"Don't worry," I say with a smile, closing my file, "It wasn't dumb, it's all good. And you're right, I should take a break once in a while. Right now seems fitting. We can get to know each other a little bit while we wait for the morning meeting to start."
She grins at me again, "I would love that! I really want to become a prosecutor one day, so any nuggets of wisdom you could give me would be greatly appreciated!"
I smile at her, "Of course, I will be giving you feedback and tips as we go. And so far you're doing great, so don't worry. But I actually meant on a more personal note," I say with a chuckle, "Like, what are your hobbies and interests?"
"Oh," she says, blushing a little, "Right. Of course. Well, with school and this job, there's not really much time to have hobbies."
I nod, "I get that, it was the same for me during school."
"Yeah," she says, "Whenever I don't have work or school, I usually end up being so exhausted that I just read or watch movies."
"What movies do you like?" I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Oh, I'm a big fan of Harry Potter! Uh, and Marvel! Love those movies!"
I nod, swallowing my sip before replying, "Oh yeah, I like those too, actually."
"You do?! What do you like best?"
"Marvel," I say with a small smile, trying to keep my cheeks from heating up.
"Oh god, I love those movies so much! Bucky Barnes is so dreamy," she says with a soft sigh as she tilts her head, smiling goofily.
It makes me chuckle, "Yeah, he is. I love Bucky. Steve, too."
"Oh yes, Steve! Chris Evans is so fucking hot, oh my god," she says excitedly and this time I have to try hard to keep my cheeks from turning bright pink.
"Uh, yeah, he is," I say with a nod, taking another sip of coffee to cover up my reaction, "Very hot.."
"I don't know if you're in the fandom," she then says, turning her body towards me more as she speaks excitedly, "But there's been so much drama going on! Rumor has it that he has a secret girlfriend, there's been pictures and videos all over the internet but no one knows who it is!"
I choke slightly on my sip of coffee, making me sputter and cough.
"Oh no, are you okay?!" She asks when I keep coughing.
I put down the cup, clearing my throat before saying, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, sorry about that. It just went down the wrong pipe. But that sounds like a lot of drama, yes."
"Yeah, totally! Fans have been going crazy," she says, glancing at her watch, "Oh shit, I should go grab my files before the morning meeting in a few minutes. I'll see you at the meeting?"
I nod, "Yeah, see you soon."
"It was nice talking to you!" Ashley says before she saunters off, back to the office space while I stay sitting at the table, trying to compose myself.
I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket, typing out a message.
Amelia You would not believe the conversation I just had
After a few seconds, a response pops in.
Christopher Tell me everything
"I'm so happy you had time to come see me," I say as I let William into my apartment. I go to the kitchen to get our cups of coffee while he walks inside, quickly finding his way into my living room.
It's Friday afternoon and the sun is hanging low in the sky, about to set. I've been working non-stop the past week which means I haven't really had much time to see anyone until now.
But I'm so happy I finally got to see him, it's been too long since I did. And we have a lot to catch up on.
"Yeah, me too. I missed you! You need to tell me everything, how was Atlanta?" William asks as he takes a seat on my couch, his back leaning against the armrest.
I bring in the two cups of coffee I just made, placing one in front of him before sitting down, turning myself to face him as I take a sip of my coffee.
"It was good," I reply as I put my cup down on the table, "I got to see Taylor work and stuff. It was really cool."
"And how was the set?" William asks, picking up his cup and quickly taking a sip before he continues, "I imagine it was fucking awesome. Was it? Fucking awesome?"
I chuckle and nod, "Yes, Will, it was fucking awesome. Better than anything you could possibly imagine."
Will never used to watch any of the Marvel movies until I forced him to, and ever since then, he's been just as obsessed with them as I have. When I first told him I was going to visit Taylor at the set, he turned practically green with envy.
"Oh fuck you," he groans, "I am so jealous, you have no idea. Did you get to meet any of the actors?"
I nod again, taking a sip to buy myself extra time before replying, "Mmhmm, I got to meet some of them. They were really nice."
"Who did you meet?" He asks excitedly, picking up his cup and taking a few quick sips.
"Uhmm, well.." I drag it out a little as my eyes dart down to my chest, spotting the chain of Chris' necklace peeking out as the pendant is hidden under my t-shirt, "I-uh, I got to meet Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett, Elizabeth.. Oh, and Sebastian Stan as well, but I didn't really recognize him at first."
Will furrows his brows, "How did you not recognize him? Bucky is like your favorite character after Steve."
"I know," I say with a chuckle, "But he had a huge beard. Wasn't my fault."
Will chuckles and nods, "Okay, I get it. That might confuse me too.. What about the Chris's? Did you meet any of them?"
I clear my throat before I nod, "Yeah, uh, I met two of them. Hemsworth and, uhm, Evans."
Will slaps my thigh as he exclaims, "Ames! That's fucking crazy! You must have been over the moon! How was that?"
I shrug as I pick up my cup again, taking a sip to cover my reddening cheeks before I say, "It was fun. They were really nice."
Will gives me a look before nodding, "Okay, well, that's cool, then. I'm glad you had fun at least. And that they lived up to our expectations."
"Oh they did," I quickly say, "They definitely did.."
"So what now?" He asks, "Back at work?"
"Yep," I say with a nod, "Been back a week now. I have to be honest, it's not as fun as being a tourist and visiting a Marvel set."
He chuckles, "No, I can imagine. Work's not as fun at all."
I laugh and shake my head, "No, real life is very boring and disappointing."
I take a sip of my coffee and just as Will asks me a question about what cases I will be working on now, my doorbell rings.
I excuse myself and get up from the couch before shuffling to my door.
I'm not expecting anyone, I made sure to keep tonight free in my calendar so I could spend it with Will, so I honestly don't know who it could be.
"Are you expecting anyone?" Will asks from the living room and right as I grab the handle to open the door, I yell back, "No, no one other than you."
Once I turn my attention back to my open doorway, my breath hitches.
"Hi," Chris says with a bright smile, holding a travel bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.
My eyes widen in surprise and I immediately feel my heartbeat pick up. I scan his face for any sign or clue that perhaps I'm just being crazy, that it's just someone who looks a lot like him.
Is he real?
What is he doing here?
But when I see the warm smile on his face and I feel my cheeks heating up slightly, I know there's no way anyone else could make me feel like this. It's definitely him.
"Hi.." I breathe out, a smile creeping onto my lips as my eyes slowly take him in, "What are you-?"
"I missed you," he interrupts, his smile a little shy as he shifts where he stands, "Wanted to see you."
My face splits into a grin, "Really? Couldn't even last a week, huh, Evans?"
He coyly shakes his head, "Uhm, no. Is that bad?"
"No, absolutely not," I say, smiling widely, "I'm just surprised, that's all."
"Well, I-"
His words are interrupted when Will yells from the living room, "Ames, who is it?"
I'm about to reply when I watch the expression on Chris' face change. His smile slowly fades as his brows furrow, his jaw tensing slightly as he looks at me.
My eyes widen a little when I suddenly realize how bad this looks. I'm about to explain when Chris speaks again.
"You're not alone?"
"No, actually, I'm-"
"Ames!" Will yells, "What the fuck is taking so long?!"
Chris' expression changes again, turning stern and slightly angry now as his eyes move from me to the hallway behind me, leading to the living room.
"Who is he?" Chris asks once his eyes are back on me, his jaw now completely tense.
I immediately shake my head in an effort to diffuse the situation, "Chris, don't worry, it's just-"
"Ames!"
Will's voice suddenly interrupts me as he walks out of the living room and down the hallway towards us. I glance over my shoulder to look at him and I can see the goofy look on his face when he says, "If it's someone trying to sell you something, tell them you're a lawyer and to hit the fucking road."
He walks a few steps closer before he looks up, his eyes suddenly widening. He stops dead in his tracks as he looks at the man currently standing in front of me, his broad frame practically filling out my entire doorway.
"Holy shit," Will breathes out as his eyes stay locked on Chris' face, "Holy fucking shit, that's-that's Captain fucking America."
I turn my eyes back to Chris, whose brows are now furrowed into a complete frown as he looks at Will.
"You're-" Will stutters, his finger raising into a point, "You're Captain Americ-I mean, you're Chris Evans!"
"Yes," Chris replies before he raises a brow at him, "I am. And who might you be?"
"I-I'm-"
"This is Will," I quickly say, gesturing towards the man standing behind me, currently blubbering like a fool, "My brother."
Chris blinks a few times before his features soften completely. His eyes move from Will to me as he whispers out a quiet, "Oh.."
I nod, smiling awkwardly at Chris, "Yep.... And, uh, Will," I turn towards my brother who is still staring at Chris, wide-eyed and shocked, "This is Chris. I believe you already know who he is."
"Y-yeah," Will says, taking a few steps closer before he puts his hand out for Chris to shake, "It's great to meet you Mr. Ameri-uh, Evans."
Chris' eyes shift to me when Will brings his hand out for him to shake, before he looks down at his two very occupied hands.
"Oh, let me help you," I say, reaching a hand out for his bag, but he quickly interjects, deciding to hand me the bouquet of flowers instead.
"My bag is kinda heavy and those were for you anyway, so.." he mumbles before he lets me take the flowers and sticks his hand out for Will to shake.
Will shakes it a bit too eagerly as he says, "I'm a really big fan, Mr. Evans."
"Thanks," Chris replies, offering Will a polite smile, "Nice to meet you. I'm Chris."
"I know," Will says, still shaking his hand, "Captain America."
Chris chuckles as Will reluctantly lets go of his hand, nodding shortly as he smiles, "Yeah, that too."
Chris' eyes shift to me shortly before looking back at Will and then back to me, his hand gesturing towards my apartment as he mumbles, "So, uhm, can I...?"
"Oh, right!" I quickly say, taking a step back and allowing him entrance, "Of course. Come in."
I take a few steps back and Chris walks inside my apartment before I close the door behind him. He sets his bag down on the floor before turning back to me, and Will, who's still staring at him, completely star-struck.
I clear my throat to try and relieve the awkward tension before I say, "Well, this is my apartment."
Chris chuckles and nods, looking around shortly before his eyes are back on me, "Yeah, I figured."
I give him a teasing smile as I say, "It's not as nice as a hotel room, but it does the trick."
He laughs as he shakes his head, "Oh please, this is way better than a hotel room."
"Liar," I joke, grinning at him as our eyes lock.
My entire body is screaming for me to step closer, wrap my arms around him, plant my lips on his, anything really.
But the very awkward presence of my brother right next to me keeps me from doing that.
I glance over at Will, but he's still just staring at him wide-eyed and stunned, so I decide to turn my attention back to Chris.
"We were just having coffee, you want some?"
Chris nods, "Sure, that would be great."
"Okay, well, make yourself at home. Coffee will be ready in a minute."
I smile at Chris who reciprocates it before I make my way into the kitchen to make his cup of coffee.
After about fifteen seconds of painfully awkward silence, I realize I've made a mistake. I yell out, "Will, stop acting like an idiot and show Chris where the living room is, please," as I quickly grab a cup and pour coffee into it.
I can hear my brother mumble something inaudibly before I hear some movement and once I make my way back into the living room, they're both sitting on the couch but on opposite ends.
Will is sitting stiffly in his seat, practically staring at Chris, while Chris is looking down at his folded hands.
I put the coffee cup down in front of him with a smile as I say, "It might not be as good as Craft's, but it's what you get, so no complaining."
Chris chuckles, shaking his head, "Wouldn't dream of it."
I sit down in a chair and pull it up in front of the couch before I clear my throat, turning myself towards my brother.
"So, Will, there's something I didn't really have the chance to tell you yet-"
"You think?" He quickly interrupts. He looks at me before glancing back at Chris and then turning to me again, whispering loudly, "What the fuck is Chris Evans doing here?"
"Well," I say as I glance towards Chris for a moment, "He uhm.. Well.. He-"
"I'm her boyfriend," Chris interjects, turning himself towards Will on the couch, "We've been dating for a few months."
Will blinks in surprise as he looks at Chris, then at me, and I nod slowly.
"Boyfriend?" He asks, now looking only at me, "You have a boyfriend?"
"I do," I reply with a small smile.
"And.. your boyfriend... Is... Captain America?"
"No," I quickly say, putting a hand up to stop him, "My boyfriend is Christopher Evans. I am not dating a fictional character."
"Right," he says, nodding quickly, "Right, right..."
Then he turns towards Chris, "But you are... Captain America... Right?"
Chris nods, "Yes, I am, technically."
"And you.. Did the movies.. And you wear that costume and carry that shield and stuff.. And you're famous..."
"Yes," Chris replies again, his brows furrowing slightly when he glances at me before looking back at Will.
"And you're dating... Ames?"
Chris chuckles as he nods again, "Yes, I am dating Ames. Amelia. Whatever you prefer to call her."
"I usually call her either sis or Ames."
"Okay," Chris says, "I certainly won't be calling her sis. But I am dating your sister, yes."
I chuckle at his reply as I try to decipher this entire exchange happening before me.
Will scratches his head as he tilts it, eyeing Chris a little before he says, "Why are you dating her?"
"I like her," Chris replies, "She's smart, and funny, and kind, and sweet. And she's really pretty, too."
Will smiles with every word coming out of Chris' mouth and chuckles at the last one, "Okay, that's good. So you guys are like.. Dating-dating?"
He looks at me and I nod as I say, "Yes, Will. We are dating-dating."
He quickly looks back at Chris, "Do you love her?"
And before I can even reprimand my brother for the question, Chris just casually replies, "Yes, more than anything."
I blush a little at Chris' blunt confession, smiling softly at him before turning back to my brother.
"So," I say as I look at him, "Now that that's been cleared up... You got any more questions?"
Will looks back at me, his expression still a little dumbfounded as he says, "I.. I mean, yeah, obviously. A ton of questions, like, how? When?"
I take a sip of my coffee before answering, "The how is kind of complicated. The when is about a month before I went to Atlanta."
He furrows his brows, looking between Chris and I, "So, before you actually went there? How the fuck did that happen?"
Chris glances at me, an apologetic look on his face before he says, "Well, I uhm.. I messaged her on instagram. But she didn't really know it was me, so technically we've known each other for a few months but she didn't actually know that we knew each other until last month."
Will frowns, ".. What?" He looks at me, "I don't understand."
"It's complicated," I say, smiling at Chris before looking back at him, "The point is that we're dating now."
Will nods, "Right, yeah, I guess that's the most important point... And who else knows about this?"
"Barely anyone," I quickly reply, "Taylor, Pierre and now.. You."
"Were you planning on telling me?"
"I mean, yes, of course," I say, glancing quickly at Chris before looking back at him, "But like I said, it's a little complicated. I didn't really know how to go about it. And we've been keeping it under wraps so far."
"Why?" Will says with a frown before looking at Chris, "Do you want to keep her secret?"
"No!" Chris quickly says, his eyes widening slightly, "No, not at all. It's not like that, it's just-"
"It's his fans," i interrupt, making Will look back at me, "His fans are intense. Very intense. So we wanted to wait, because once it's out there, it could change a lot for us. Not just for him, but for me, too."
"Oh.." Will says, slumping back into the couch a little, "That doesn't sound good.."
"It's a challenge," I reply, "We're trying to navigate this whole situation the best we can. And we were also just trying to figure out what was really happening between us, while I was in Atlanta."
There's silence for a moment and I glance over at Chris, reciprocating the small smile he sends me. He takes sip of his coffee, waiting for Will to properly process the information.
Then Will frowns, "Wait, so if I wasn't supposed to know yet, why are you here right now?"
Chris puts his cup back on the table as he mumbles, "I, uhm.. I came to surprise her. I missed her.."
He trails off as he looks back at me and I smile softly before I get up and walk over to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, smiling down at him as I stand next to him, and he reaches his hand up to take mine. Then I turn to my brother.
"Listen, Will, I'm going to need you to not tell anyone, okay? Especially mom and dad. I want to do it myself, and I want them to meet Chris, but I need it to be under the right circumstances. And if it gets out the media will pick it up and it'll be a whole mess. I want to do this right."
"Okay," Will says, nodding slowly, "Yeah, of course. I'll keep your secret."
"Thank you," I say, smiling at him before I look at Chris, "And thank you for coming to visit. I've missed you."
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Will stays for dinner, because that was always the plan, and I didn't feel like I could throw him out of my apartment just because Chris showed up unexpectedly.
Cooking and eating was fine, Will got more relaxed the longer he was around Chris.
But unfortunately my brother's presence meant that despite Chris having been here for the past almost 3 hours, I still hadn't kissed him.
It's not like I didn't want to - my entire body was screaming for me to get closer - but my brother kept hovering around us and I just felt sort of.. weird.
We're finishing up dinner when Will turns to me and says, "I guess this means you won't be coming tomorrow, then?"
I glance quickly at Chris, who furrows his brows at me, before looking back at my brother, "No, I guess not. I'm sorry Will, tell her I'll make it up to her soon."
"What's tomorrow?" Chris asks, making both Will and I look at him.
"It's my niece's birthday," I say as I take a sip of my water, "She's turning four."
"Yeah," Will says with a small smile, "Her actual birthday was two weeks ago but we moved the party to this weekend because she didn't want to have it without her Auntie Ames."
I sigh inwardly as soon as he says it.
God damn you Will.
I don't even have to look at Chris to know how he's going to react.
"What?" Chris responds, frowning at Will before turning to me, "You're not going to go?"
I shrug slightly as I look at him, "I mean, no. Not now that you're here. I can't let you stay home alone all day when you came all this way to see me. And besides, I want to spend time with you."
I take another sip of water as I try to play it off, not wanting him to feel guilty that I now need to miss the party.
"Why can't I come?"
I practically choke on my water as my eyes widen, looking at him in shock.
I quickly swallow it down before hesitantly asking, "You... You want to come?"
He shrugs as he casually says, "Sure, I'd love to. I've told you before that I want to meet your family, a birthday would be the perfect time."
I quickly look over at Will, whose expression is equally as surprised as my own when he looks between Chris and I.
"I mean.. You could, if you want to. We have space," Will says, rather hesitantly, glancing at me.
Chris turns to me as well, and they're both just looking at me while they wait for my response. I give a short nod as I look at Chris, "Okay, yeah. We can go, as long as you're really sure about meeting my family.."
"Great!" Chris quickly says, grinning at me, "And don't worry, I can't wait to meet everyone."
I groan as I put my head in my hands, "Oh god, mom is going to be a total fucking nightmare!"
I hear Will chuckle as I keep my face hidden and it makes me want to smack him over the head.
But when he says his next words, I actually almost do it.
"I don't think mom is the one you should be worried about. Dad is going to rip this guy a new one."
"I'll see you tomorrow, sis," Will says with a smile as he hugs me goodbye, glancing over my shoulder to wave at Chris, "Both of you."
I smile and nod before closing the door behind him as he leaves.
When I walk back into the kitchen, the first thing I spot is Chris cleaning off the dishes before placing them in the dish washer.
I cross my arms over my chest as I lean on the door frame, smirking at him, "No one should look that good while doing the dishes."
Chris chuckles as he glances at me over his shoulder before he turns his attention back to the plates in the sink, "Just figured I'd help out since you made the food."
I nod and hum, walking over to him before I wrap my arms around his waist and press myself up against his back, "Thank you, that's sweet of you."
"You're welcome," he replies as I lean my cheek on the back of his shoulder.
Once he finishes with the dishes, he turns around in my arms, and I quickly slide my hands up his back as I smile up at him, "Hi."
"Hey," he says with a warm smile, his hand moving up to cup my cheek, "Missed you."
"Missed you more," I whisper before I lean up on my tiptoes to plant a chaste kiss on his lips.
I'm about to pull back when his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to him as his hand slides back from my cheek to curl in my hair.
He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against mine slowly but firmly as a small groan bubbles up in his chest.
His hand travels down to the side of my neck, curling around it to hold me steady as his tongue swipes over my bottom lip.
I part my lips for him and he doesn't skip a beat, his tongue instantly finding mine, making me moan into his mouth.
He groans again at the sound, his hand wandering down my neck to my collarbone, and then I hear him grunt appreciatively when his fingers work their way over my clavicle.
He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against mine as he looks down. His fingers find the gold chain around my neck and he pulls it out from under my shirt as he whispers, "You're wearing it."
I smile softly as I look at his face, but his eyes are locked on the gold pendant as I speak, "Of course I am."
His fingers gently caress the chain, working their way down to the round pendant before his eyes meet mine again, "It looks good on you. Better than it does on me."
I snort, "That's a lie. Everything looks better on you."
He chuckles, shaking his head before he places a gentle kiss on my nose, my cheek, and then my lips, mumbling against them, "You just have no idea of the power you hold, do you?"
My hands slide around his waist and up his chest to his shoulders, and then through his hair as I whisper, "No. Why don't you tell me?"
His lips lift into a smirk as his eyes stay locked on mine, "I'm on my knees for you."
I quirk a brow, matching the smirk on his face as I teasingly say, "Really? I can't tell."
He smiles mischievously before he pulls back, and then he holds eye contact as he slowly bends down until he's on his knees in front of me.
My hands stay in his hair, pushing it out of his face as I run my fingers through it while he looks up at me.
"How about now?"
I giggle and nod, "Yeah, okay, I see it now."
"Good," he hums, his hands trailing down the sides of my body slowly.
His touch sets me on fire, ignites a feeling that I've missed this past week.
His fingers trail over my waist, my hips and then down my legs, his eyes following where they go.
Then I feel his warm palms traveling back up over the sides of my legs, to my thighs, working their way under the skirt I'm wearing.
My breath hitches when I feel his fingers hook in the waistband of my panties, and he hums as he slowly pulls them down my legs, murmuring, "I've missed you so much.."
I can feel my heart beating in my chest as I watch his face, and when he looks back up at me his eyes are a different color than before.
They're darker now, his pupils blown so wide that there's only a small ring of blue surrounding them.
I keep running my fingers through his hair as I whisper, "Missed you more."
"Not possible," he whispers, his fingers sliding my panties down my legs until they drop on the floor. Then his hands trail back up my legs as he says, "Need a taste, pretty girl. Will you let daddy taste you?"
I whimper at his words, his hands sliding my skirt up my thighs but pausing when he reaches my hips. He waits for my answer, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he looks up at me.
"Yes," I breathe out, nodding, "Please daddy."
"Good girl," he hums, pushing the skirt up over my hips and ass.
He groans when I'm exposed to him, his hand sliding down over the back of my thigh before he swiftly lifts it up, placing it over his shoulder.
"Wet already," he whispers, lifting a hand up to swipe a finger through my folds, "Guess you really did miss your daddy."
I can feel the excitement pulsing through me when I watch him guide his finger, wet with my arousal, up to his lips.
He moans when he wraps his lips around it, tasting me, and when his hands slide up my thighs again to grab my ass, he whispers, "Hold on tight, baby. Daddy can't be gentle today."
And then he pulls me forward, burying his face in my glistening heat.
I moan loudly when Chris dives in like a man starved.
His tongue works over my folds, lapping at my juices, and his beard is scratching my inner thighs with every move he makes.
I fist my hands in his hair, holding on for dear life as he eats me out, and his hand wraps over my thigh to hold me steady against him when I almost loose balance at the intrusion.
He licks his way upwards, his tongue flicking my clit a few times and making me squeal, before he moves down to my weeping hole. When his tongue swirls around my pussy before dipping inside it, I moan out loudly, bucking my hips into his face.
He grunts, his hand clamping down firmer as his other hand moves to my hip, his fingers digging into my skin.
"Oh god!" I moan when he starts thrusting his tongue into me, his hand on my hip guiding me to grind against his face.
I do as instructed, grinding my hips in tune with his motions and I whine when I feel his nose nudging against my clit.
He moans against my pussy, the sound loud and sinful, and then he licks a long stripe up until he reaches my clit.
His tongue flicks and toys with it as he groans, his beard scratching me deliciously, making me see stars quickly.
Then he pulls me closer to him, absolutely devouring me when his lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking and flicking, and my heel digs into his back as I cry out.
As soon as he starts entering a finger inside me, I come undone.
A wanton moan leaves my lips, loud and uncontrollable, and my legs tremble as he continues his ministrations while the orgasm rips through me.
My fingers are tugging on his hair, my pussy grinding over his face as I ride it out, my mind completely blissed out and overwhelmed as my juices covers his face.
He moans loudly, lapping up everything I give him greedily, and he doesn't stop his movements until I start whimpering from the overstimulation.
He gives my clit a few more licks before he slowly pulls away, kissing my inner thigh gently while I tremble in his hold.
Then he hums again, licking his lips and dragging his hand over his beard as he helps me place my foot back on the ground.
When he notices me standing on wobbly legs, he quickly stands up to keep me steady.
"Don't worry baby," he whispers as he places both hands on my ass, "I've got you."
Then he pulls me up and I go with the motions, my body feeling spent and pliant in his arms when I wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me into the bedroom, my head resting on his shoulder as my mind drifts into that familiar space of fuzzy and hazy.
He gently places me down on the bed and I hum contentedly as I close my eyes. I reach my hands out for him, whining when I don't feel him close.
"One sec, bug," he says in response, "Just gotta get out of these clothes."
I can hear him rustling around, the unmistakeable sound of his belt clinking and zipper going down. I start lazily pulling and pushing at my clothes to get them off, my hazy mind making the task seem almost impossible, but eventually, I get it done.
When I feel the bed dipping around me, I blink a few times, a beautiful sight before me as I open my eyes.
Chris is hovering above me, a warm smile adoring his face as he looks at me, and I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, my fingers brushing over his beard.
"Hi," I whisper giggle, my mind still hazy from the orgasm as it hurdles into that familiar, fuzzy space.
"Hi baby," he replies with a soft chuckle, his hands trailing over my naked skin as he leans back on his haunches, "You feel good?"
"Mmhmm," I say with a giddy smile as I nod, "Feel real good."
He chuckles again, his large warm palms sliding up my thighs and gently spreading them as he places himself between them, "That's good, honey."
His hands trail up and down my thighs comfortingly and I can feel his cock poking at my inner thigh but he doesn't move, he just stays between my legs as he looks down at me.
"Daddy always makes me feel good," I say with a smile as I look up at him, "Want more, please."
"More of what?" He asks with a teasing smirk, his fingers lightly grazing my labia as they trail over my skin, touching me teasingly.
I whine and pout, "You, daddy. Want more of you."
"Oh come on now, you can do better than that," Chris says as his hand trails up my stomach, "Use your words baby."
I whine again, squirming slightly as I push my bottom lip out even further.
That only makes his expression turn hard, his voice stern as he says, "Stop acting like a brat and use your words honey, it's not that hard."
I whine again, reaching my hands out for him but he pulls back slightly as he tuts, "Daddy was gone for less than a week and you've already turned into a complete brat, huh?"
I frown up at him, ensuring I stay quiet but keeping the pout on my face.
He chuckles and shakes his head, muttering under his breath, "If you keep testing me like this I'm not going to be nice, pretty girl."
His hands wrap around the back of my thighs before he pushes them up, practically folding me in half. I feel hazy and tingly all over, watching his movements while I melt into the mattress at the action.
He breaks eye contact, glancing down at my soaked core, now completely exposed to him because of my spread thighs being pushed back.
"Fuck," he groans lowly, his eyes locked on my glistening sex before he looks back up at me, "Hold your thighs back for me baby, need to feel this pretty pussy. Missed it too much to wait any longer."
I immediately comply, my hands grabbing onto my thighs to keep me exposed to him.
His hand moves down, grabbing the thick base of his cock before he starts rubbing the length of it between my folds, soaking it in my arousal.
"God damn," he grunts, watching the head of his cock slide up to nudge my clit before moving back down between my folds again, "Such a pretty little cunt, and it's all fucking mine. You feel how wet you are, baby? It's like you need my cock, huh?"
He looks back up at my face and I can practically feel tears brimming my eyes as I nod, the need to feel him is overwhelming. I squirm a little, bucking my hips up against him, and when the tip of his cock pushes against my clit again, I can't hold back the whiny sound that bubbles up my throat.
The sharp sound of his palm landing harshly with a smack on my thigh resonates in the room.
"Stop whining you little brat, daddy's here now and he's not afraid to punish you for misbehaving. If you want me to take care of you, you gotta be good. You know that," he says sternly as he looks at me pointedly and his patronizing tone along with the delicious sting on my skin makes me clench around nothing.
I decide I can no longer take this torture.
I try to clear my mind as best I can, managing to whimper quietly as I look up at him with pleading eyes, "Daddy, please. Need to feel you, I need your cock. Missed you so much. Please."
His expression changes at my words, his stern look now turning into a softer, more loving one as he coos, "There she is, that's my good girl. You know all you have to do to get what you want is be good for me."
I gasp when I suddenly feel the bulbous head of his cock at my entrance, pushing inside me at an agonizingly slow pace.
I feel the burn of the stretch immediately, making me hitch my breath. It's painful but also delicious, reminding my body that despite only having been away from each other for less than a week, I've missed him so fucking much.
He groans loudly as he moves inside me, his teeth gritted when he hisses, "Shit, so tight baby, it's like I barely fit. God, look at that," he moans, watching his cock sink into me, "Look how I'm stretching you out, fuck that's beautiful. You're just so good for me, taking all of me like my own little toy, made for my cock."
I moan out a yes, feeling how I stretch around him and it's exquisite and addictive. He bends down, pressing my thighs further apart as he leans his heavy weight on top of me, his lips taking mine in a messy kiss.
I squeak into his mouth when I feel him bottom out, his large, throbbing cock sheathed inside me, and as soon as his weight holds back my thighs, I let go of them to wrap my arms over his shoulders.
I pull him closer, deepening the kiss, and he groans into my mouth when he slowly starts pulling his hips back before sliding back home again.
The feeling sends a spark through my body, and I moan in tune with his slow thrusts as he starts pumping into me.
"God I've missed you," he moans when he pulls away from the kiss, burying his face in my neck, "Missed you so fucking much I could barely stand it."
"Missed you too," I whimper, gasping a little for air when I feel his cock hit my cervix, "So, so much."
He grunts against my neck, his teeth biting into my sensitive skin as he starts sucking on it. His hips pick up pace and I moan loudly when he starts fucking me faster.
I can feel him so deep inside me at this angle, hitting my cervix with every smooth stroke of his cock, making me keen as I'm trapped under him, completely at his mercy.
His arms are caging me in, his heavy body pushing me into the mattress, his teeth and lips sucking on my neck as he starts rutting into me, growling like an animal.
And it fuels the fire burning inside me.
"Mine," he growls into my ear, his cock spearing into me when he pushes inside deeper, his thrusts harder, "Mine, mine, mine."
I can feel him everywhere. Smothering me from the inside out, enveloping my entire being.
He's so deep inside me, every push and pull of his cock is making my body tremble, like a blue flame licking up my spine.
My moans and whimpers get louder, more high pitched, and I feel myself slipping away as the orgasm slowly builds.
His words doesn't help, either. They only bring me closer, yet further away at the same time, like I'm floating away on a fuzzy cloud but he's still wrapped around me, keeping me safe.
"Fuck, feel how deep I am baby? Feel my cock deep inside you?" he coos, his beard tickling my neck and cheek, his hot breath against my ear.
I nod and whine, my nails digging into his back at the feeling.
"Yeah?" He groans, but his words quickly turn into a growl when he says, "Tell me. Tell me how deep I am inside this perfect little cunt."
He punctuates his words with a few hard thrust, making me gasp for air as I ramble out, "S-so deep, daddy, ohgod, so big, so deep inside me."
"That's right," he moans deeply, his face nuzzling into the crook of my neck as he inhales deeply, his beard scratching my skin. "That's right, that's your daddy so deep inside, ruining this sweet little pussy. Gonna ruin it for anyone else, hm? No one else could ever fit this well inside you."
I sob when he stops to grind into me, his cock hitting me deep and damn near knocking the breath from my longs.
Then he suddenly starts rutting into me again, his thrust hard and fast, and I can hear his deep moans in my ear, making me feel euphoric.
"Love you," he whispers in my ear, and it makes my stomach flutter along with my pussy, my skin buzzing from the feeling inside.
I want to respond but only manage to whimper out a pathetic luh you, but its enough.
He kisses his way up my neck, over my jaw and then to my lips, whispering against them, "Need you to come for me baby, daddy missed how beautiful you look when you come for him."
I feel breathless as I open my eyes to look at him, but his are soft and gentle, not at all in tune with his now brutal thrusts.
I can feel it building, like an ember thats slowly catching fire, and I'm so close to-
"Be my good little slut and come for me right now. Soak my fucking cock, come for me. Now."
The order triggers it. I wail brokenly when my orgasm bubbles up, ripping through me in such an overwhelming way, its almost painful. I tremble under him, his weight holding me down, his heavy moans and grunts in my ear.
"Fuck!" He shouts when my juices squirt out around his cock, "Fuck, yes! That's it, such a good girl, such a good fucking girl, god."
His face moves back to my neck, his cock now going even deeper than before, his hips meeting mine with every hard thrust, and I can hear his moans get higher as his hips stutters.
I'm still coming around him, my pussy clenching around his cock uncontrollably, and when another orgasm powers through me, he whimpers in my ear.
"Ah!" He cries out, and the next thing I feel is his teeth biting into my neck, a muffled growl as he releases himself into me, his warmth filling me up.
He slows his hips but doesn't still them, continuing to fuck me in slow, languid strokes as he pants in my ear.
"Yeah, take it," he whispers, sloppily pumping into me. "Oh god baby, fuck, I can't stop," he grunts, "Gonna fill you up with my cum, yeah?"
I can't respond. My mind is overwhelmed, making me unable to do anything but babble incoherently as the pleasure keeps me fuzzy and compliant.
He chuckles breathlessly as he grinds his hips into mine, "You can't answer? Aw baby, you're so cute when you go dumb for my cock. You just lie there and take it while daddy puts his cum as deep inside you as he can, gotta make sure I claim what's mine."
And then he leans down, kissing me deeply as he keeps his cock buried inside me.
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