#chris evans birthday

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: All Grown Up Now {One Shot} ***

Older Brother’s BFF & Old Frat Brother Chris Evans x Reader AU

Warning: 18 + Content, Lots of Cursing, NSFW, PLENTY PLENTY OF WORDS, SMUTTT, Slow Burn

Words: 14.3K

Summary: Nope!

Note: Y’all know what pic this was inspired by. The girlies who get it, get it. Shout out to @caramara3​ for shamelessly egging me on with this. XOXOX. Worked out well to be a b-day fic. Happy 41st to our collective man! LOL

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-Friday-

  “What do you mean you have plans?”

 You sat in your brother’s living room scrolling through Netflix on his seventy-inch TV. A TV that you’d given so much flack over him getting but it was now one of the best things in this apartment. You scrolled through your list selections under your very own profile under his account. It didn’t matter if you had your own account in your own apartment that was one floor up on the opposite side of the building. You passed some C-list action movie then a made for tv movie you’d saved months ago waiting for the perfect time to watch it.

 “It means what it sounds like. I—have—plans,” your bother enunciated as he passed behind you crossing to the other side of his apartment from where his office was to where his bedroom was.

 “What sort of plans? You didn’t even invite me.”

 You purposely added a little more whine to your voice. You wanted to lay it on thick.

 “Not tonight, Binky.”

 You kissed your teeth at the annoying nickname, your mind immediately running to the one who’d first given you the moniker. Heat spread across your chest then traveled down your sternum to your belly. It made you wiggle in your spot on the couch. You’d always hated the name. It wasn’t a name given out of affection; it was one given to tease. When you’d been given the name now maybe ten years ago you were just in your twenties and hadn’t grown into the adult you were today.

 Cringing at the memory of yourself from twenty you closed your eyes and huffed out a breath.

 “That fucking name,” you whispered.

 “What, still haven’t gotten over the name?”

 Your brother’s voice came from right beside your head, making you jump. You glared at him, grabbed a pillow, and swung. He ducked, dodging that and the second and third swing.

 “So much anger,” he teased.

 “I don’t think it’s fair for you to drop me for some last-minute plans.”

 He snorted, “They’re not last minute. I told you last week that this weekend was not going to be a hang out weekend. I told you it was my monthly guy's weekend.”

 You vaguely remembered this conversation, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Again, you kissed your teeth.

 “Should you be having a guy’s weekend with a whole girlfriend? Yvette is cool with this?”

 “Oh please, V don’t own me. I’m my own man. I can do what I please, go when I want, see who I want. I wear the pants.”

 As he continued, the true wearer of the pants waltzed inside the apartment using her spare key and quietly closed the door leaning on it to allow his rant to continue. Smiling, you hopped onto your knees in the couch wanting a good view of what came next.

 “Ah, so ah you run tings, tings nuh run you,” you egged on.

 “Damn right! Mi a bad man!”

 He gave his best Shottas voice, and it took every single ounce of control to not bust out laughing.

 “V know what it is.”

 Your brother walked out of his bedroom and the scent of bergamot, musk and patchouli spilled out into the wide open common area.

 “What was that?”

 Your brother jumped back lifting his hands in a defensive stance, “Baby!”

 Yvette crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side waiting for him to answer.

 “Me? I wasn’t saying nothing.”

 Unable to hold it in any longer, you busted out laughing.

 “Speak your heart, don’t bite your tongue.”

 He narrowed his eyes at you then shook his head. “You couldn’ta told me she was here? You know I’m your bother right. blood, me.”

 You rolled your eyes. “Remember that when you wanna throw slurs around,” you said rolling your eyes in exaggerated fashion and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

 “You mad petty. Just cause I called you binky?”

 He approached Yvette and you watched them embrace then kiss. They’ve been together for six years now and they still didn’t live together but it didn’t seem to matter because they looked more in love today than they’d ever been.

 “Why you gotta tease her with that damn name? You know she hates it.”

 He chuckled, “It’s just a name. It means nothing.”

 You didn’t believe that one bit. The person who’d given it to you could have been labeled as your nemesis. It wasn’t anything hostile—or too hostile. He just annoyed you at every single opportunity. Either it was a snide remark here or a sly comment there and they all were about your age, your height, the aura you gave off or the fact that you were the youngest. It was annoying. Then when you made jokes about how old he was, he went harder with the teasing until you were roasting each other then you were pouting and glaring at him. it always happened that way.

 “You know he gave her that nickname to tease her about acting, looking and being a baby,” Yvette stated, addressing the elephant in the room.

 “I mean, she is the baby. Out of all of us she is the last born and not to mention dead last. Ion’t know why mama and daddy thought it was a good idea to have another kid twelve years after me. Twelve years.”

 You rolled your eyes then took up a pillow and lunged it at his head. When it made contact he snapped his head back to mimic whiplash.

 “That was cold. I coulda pulled a muscle. So violent. Baby my neck hurt now.”

 You watched Yvette baby him. They were adorable but damn was it annoying sometimes.

 “Anyway, I’m dropping this off since I won’t see you till next weekend. Remember you not some fresh and green single man. Don’t act up!”

 Your brother lifted his hands in surrender.

 “I never act up. I’ll be on my best worst behavior.”

 You snorted and Yvette slapped the back of his head playfully.

 “When are you meeting up with the rest of them?”

 He looked at his watch, “C should be here any minute.”

 Your spine instantly straightened.

 “Wait what. Here?”

 “Yeah. He’s staying for the weekend.”

 Your eyes widened. He’d conveniently left that piece of information out. You began moving getting ready to get your ass outta there. You didn’t want to run into him. You were not in the mood to go four rounds.

 “Running away huh. He said you’d run.”

 You paused then glared at your brother who didn’t look stressed, in fact, he looked entertained. “You’d think he’s your brother with this sibling rivalry you got goin on.”

 “Blasphemy!”

 “Why do you hate him so much?”

 It’s not that you hated him. You hated his type. The type that came off cocky and charismatic with just a few words and the stance of their legs. The type that knew they weren’t hideous and knew they could talk anything with ears and a basic understanding of the English language into bed, the type who seemed to captivate everyone around them with nothing more than a smile. You’d seen his type everywhere; you knew them well and you weren’t impressed.

 It didn’t have anything to do with his mesmerizing eyes that were deeper than twenty thousand leagues under the sea, or that he was so tall that he easily towered over you making you feel smaller than you were, or that well past thirty his body was anything but a dad bod, or that his smile could melt all the ice in the artic significantly speeding up global warming. Hell it didn’t even matter that on several occasions through the years you’d gotten examples of not only his strength, but his charm, and seen glimpses of that non-dad bod that made your mouth dryer than Egypt. None of that contributed to the reasons why he annoyed you. Right?

 “He’s annoying,” you simply stated shrugging your shoulders.

 Your bother and Yvette looked at each other with quizzical looks. Clearly they didn’t know what you meant. Your brother shrugged making a move to walk away but Yvette’s eyes lingered on you like she knew something you oblivious brother didn’t that only women would know. she didn’t say anything though.

 Suddenly the bell rang, and you froze in spot.

 “That’s him now,” your bother informed. Yvette was the one to open the door and in walked all six feet of him.

“Bro!”

 Your bother echoed him and the two approached one another getting into their frat secret handshake which was a whole-body mini dance sequence full of moves that looked like they belonged in a Morehouse step group. You knew your brother had moves but seeing him do the moves and pulling them off made your belly flutter. The fuck, you thought. When the two men hit the woah you actually had to sit down. the fuck, you thought again.

 “Yvette, how are you?”

 He hugged her keeping the smile on his face.

 “How are you Chris?”

 “Good, good. You look as beautiful as ever.”

 “Back off C, we may share most things but we ain’t sharing my woman,” your brother spoke up. Chris snorted.

 “Don’t worry. Caring is sharing but I don’t want you to share her, you two belong together. Now other things--,” he trailed off making your bother chuckle.

 His eyes landed on you and his half smirk and smile fell. You watched as his eyes looked you up and down once, then twice. Before those cornflower steel-tinged eyes made a third trip he shook his head slightly then glanced at your brother.

 “Is this--.”

 Your brother nodded. You straightened your back feeling the scrutiny of his eyes. They felt like weights. It felt like he was inspecting you, measuring you up to the last version of you he saw which was over four years ago.

 “Nah, you’re fuckin’ with me.”

 “Nope.”

 “This is b—binky?”

 You rolled your eyed hard then sighed. Here we go, you thought.

 “No way. Wow.”

 He took two steps closer, but you didn’t budge from your seat though some part of you wanted to stand tall knowing your heels would afford you plenty of height on him. Bolting upright your stomach sank. While you were taller, you still didn’t reach his head. which meant he still towered over you. Asshole, you thought.

 “Wow, binky. I’m—wow.”

 “I have a name and Binky isn’t it.”

 Chris smirked then smiled that winning smile of his. You wanted to snort.

 “I know your name; it’s just Binky has always suited you better.”

 You planted your hand on your hip sticking it out knowing your stance accentuated your curves.

 “Even now?”

 Chris smirked and he looked like he wanted to scan you over again, but he didn’t. Instead he backed off.

 “It’s good to see you Binky. Four years is a long time.”

 You ignored the way your stomach flipped from the deepness of his voice or how you wanted to suck your bottom lip from the intense smells coming off of him. You even ignored the way his oddly patterned tan, black, cream and orange shirt hugged his massively toned biceps or the trimness of his waist and desperately ignored the way his black slacks fit him. Damn, the man always knew how to fill out an outfit.

 “Not long enough,” you muttered.

 The smirk on Chris’ face said he’d heard you loud and clear.

 “Or too long. Miss four years miss a lot,” Chris said from his new spot next to your brother, arms crossed over his chest with on hand up, rubbing just underneath his bottom lip and his eyes flicking up and down your frame.

 It was then you noticed the slight bit of grey in his beard. An evil smirk spread across your lips.

 “Four years was enough time for you to grey I see old man.”

 Chris smirked as your bother laughed loudly.

 “Alas, not everyone can be blessed with young blood with not one grey hair on any part of their body.”

 You shifted to your other leg resting your hand on the other hip. Feeling the win for this round, you smirked but caught his eyes once again skimming you, slower this time.

 “You know what they say, with age comes knowledge and with youth—inexperience. Is that how it goes Binky? The corner still your favorite place to be?”

 You scowled and glared at him.

 “At least I’m not desperately hanging on to my frat days,” you muttered sitting back down with your back to him.

 Again the win felt like yours. Then you felt the heat beside your head.

 “No need to, I’m at my prime and the best shape of my life---I could teach frat boy me some things.”

 He said it just below a whisper, but his voice held plenty of taunt in it, plenty of—something else. Glancing to the side at him your eyes met bit neither of you spoke again.

 “All right, everyone to their corners,” your brother said pulling Chris back.

 You stood and tried to shake off his words, and the way his eyes pierced into yours.

 “Well I’m going home. Enjoy your boy’s weekend,” you said walking to the door.

 Yvette kissed your bother once more and followed you.

 “I’m sure I’ll see you again before the weekend is up binky. I’ll be here for four long days.”

 You slammed the door behind you and clenched your jaw.

 “It should be a crime for him to still have his good looks,” Yvette said before she pushed the button for the elevator. You didn’t respond. You were not about to agree with her no matter how much you did in fact, agree.

 “He likes when he gets to you. I think he lives for your sparring.”

 “He needs to live for his Centrum Silver vitamins.”

 Yvette snorted and laughed loudly getting on the elevator that opened going down. Before the doors closed she leaned closer.

 “More than ten years and still you two drive one another crazy. Ya’ know, there is a way to get rid of the tension between you that only requires a flat surface and doesn’t involve speaking.”

 It took a few moments for you to get it, but your jaw dropped when you did. Yvette smiled as the elevator doors closed and another opened ready to take you upstairs to your apartment. Did she just suggest you hate fuck your brother’s best friend?

 ~~~~~~~~~

 Five hours later, her words were still on the brain even though you’d done several things since leaving your brother’s apartment. You’d managed to get through your end of the week cleaning, get ahead on a few love, romance and fashion articles for the web magazine you worked at, accomplish an hour or two of shopping at your favorite mall, grabbed take out from your most loved restaurant and even ate it while you and your friends facetimed and group watched a few episodes of your friend watch show all the while drinking down several bottles of wine and trash talking everything and everyone you knew.

 There were no way Yvette’s words should still be in your head but there they were wafting around and even floating in the air of your apartment.

 Ya’ know, there is a way to get rid of the tension between you that only requires a flat surface and doesn’t involve speaking.”

 As you finished yet another glass of wine, your mind wandered to some of those surfaces. Your eyes dropped to the coffee table in front of you, the rectangular dining table in the dining area, the kitchen countertop that was just in view thanks to your open floor plan, the window seat in front of your large bay windows hell even the floor caught your eye and the ottoman resting on it. Shit you thought, grabbing the wine bottle, and bringing it to your head forgoing the glass altogether.

 “Eh-em, excuse me Ms. Ma’am, what was that sound that came from you and what the hell are you doing to that bottle?”

 Your attention went back to your iPad and Nicole’s question. Then you realized your tongue was swirled around the spout of the bottle and your hands gripped around the thick middle.

 “It’s not a dick, Y/N.”

 They all laughed in an uproar. You rolled your eyes then took a mouthful of wine and put the bottle beside you.

 “Where was your mind just now?”

 You stayed quiet.

 “Was it on a certain tall, white, and handsome best friend who is now in town and showing out all over social?”

 Your fingers itched to grab your phone to see what Mona was talking about. Was he showing out? Resisting the urge, you grabbed the bottle instead and took another swig.

 “Are you talking about her nemesis, Chris? Y/N I heard he got finer than fine,” Delaney piped up.

 “Got? The man had always been fine. If anything he got finer. What is he thirty-five?”

 You snorted. “Try forty.”

 The peanut gallery tuned in all talking over one another debating if he truly was forty and why he didn’t look it and wondering if he performed like it. With each debate your curiosity piqued. To be truthful, your curiosity had truly piqued four years ago when you’d seen him shirtless in swim trunks and rocking a chest full of tattoos. You knew he liked tats and that he’d even added a few over the years but that is what you thought he had—a few. A few it was not, the man was tatted up like he was part of the Irish mob, rocking an enviable six pack, swole biceps and an ass to bounce two nickels off of to make ten cents, and sporting his Boston accent all over the place.

 Your intense reaction to him was one of the reasons you avoided him the four years. If he came to visit you made yourself scarce, never appearing around him. In the four years he’d probably seen you a handful of times all over facetime and from the neck up. remembering his frame from earlier you realized now that he’d bulked up even more. You took another gulp of wine then grabbed your phone. You were a strong woman but why be strong when you could give in. You found his social media and looked at each of the eight pictures he’d posted since you’d left the apartment. There were two shots of him and your brother, one of them in a party bus with their other friends, men you’d seen plenty of times, most from your brother’s college days. The six that followed show the decent into debauchery the night had taken.

 They were surrounded by drinks, bottles, women and food. The last picture he posted was of him seated and a bottle girl in his lap holding a rather large bottle of Dom as it sprayed into the air. His hands were wrapped around her stomach, and they looked happier than two turtle doves. Chummy, you thought giving your eyes a quick roll.

 “See em’? He is thotin’ tonight,” Toni added.

 A mixture of saltiness and annoyance filled you. The man had been a thot since the first day you met him with you were barely eighteen. A memory of accidentally interrupting him with not one but two barely dressed big breasted girls that eerily looked alike. They hadn’t noticed you when you walked in and continued the three way kiss they were taking part in while their hands entangled with one another’s feeling over their bodies.

 The carnal sounds of their kissing and moans filled the room and you should have looked away immediately but there was a ten second lag where his eyes met yours while he continued to kiss the possible twins. The look in his eyes was such an intense one that it made a deep part of your belly bubble and tingle like a freshly uncorked bottle of champagne shooting an effervescent waterfall of sugar and loose inhibitions out over a crowd of rowdy partyers. Before the feeling intensified, you bolted from the room. Thirty minutes later, your brother officially introduced you to each other and the look that you’d noticed in his eyes thirty minutes ago was hidden better but still glimmers could be seen. It was mischief.

 Every time you saw each other you saw that look—every single time.

 “Y/N!”

 Snapping out of the memory you returned your attention to your group facetime.

 “Girl you know that man is fine!”

 They all laughed together as you brought your wine bottle to your head and that is where it remained until it was empty.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Saturday-

 The honks from outside could be heard clearly and were steadily getting louder with each passing minute. You tossed to you side and groaned. Another loud blare of a car horn echoed around you, and you flopped to your back. A loud disgruntled groan left you as you slapped a pillow over your head. Even that wasn’t enough to grown out the four honks that came after.

 “What the fuck!”

 You kicked off the blankets in huff of aggression then flung your eye mask to the side of the room and stomped to your large industrial steel factory style windows and lifted the latch that allowed you to open it. Sticking your head out, you let it rip.

 “People are trying to sleep!”

 You were ten stories up and probably looked like a nut job, but you didn’t care. This was just disrespect at this point. Slamming the window shut you hurried to your bathroom eyes still mostly closed. After a quick squat on the toilet, you stood in front of the half body vanity mirror looking at your blurry reflection. Groaning, you rolled your neck then began washing your hands. With your toothbrush in hand, you lazily brushed wishing you were still in your bed wrapped in the cozy blankets and back in the dream you were rudely woken from.

You drifted back to the last scene of that dream. You were sitting comfortably in your living room lounging around and in walked brother’s asshole best friend also known as Chris. He wore the tightest white shirt and medium wash jeans that hugged his waist so right. In his hands he carried a trey of treats—strawberries, small diced melon and wedged apples and pineapple. When he approached he took his place behind you then began feeding you the fruit teasing your lips with their juices. 

When he tipped your chin up and brought his lips to yours, a small moan escaped you. He kissed you with expertise, and a passion that stole your breath but when he brought those lips to your neck you melted. Chris’ hand cupped your right breast then trailed lower and lower until they disappeared inside your barely there lounge shorts. You gasped and arched off of the couch, his name a whisper of a cloud on your lips.

 Slowly your face came into focus in the mirror and horror filled you.

 “What the fuck!”

 You leaped back as if his reflection shone back at you.

 “What the fuck? What the fuck!?”

 You spit the toothpaste out then rinsed your mouth as if you were trying to rid it of more than toothpaste—maybe his kiss. As you thought of it again you gagged.

 “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

 You pressed your face close to the mirror and peered into your eyes.

 “Get a fucking grip. You hate him. He’s disgusting.”

 Those facts were not enough because you still saw his lips.

 “He’s your brother’s best friend and he’s a whore!”

 Still your head was not letting it sink in. It was still stuck on his lips, the imagined feel of them, the taste of his mouth that looked like it could taste of sugar and spice and every single thing nice. Your head was lost—a goner. Groaning you grabbed your breast the one he’d cupped in your dream. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip and your reflection caught your eye—it was that reflection that had you tearing your hand away from your body.

 “Get a grip! The dick might be good, but you don’t want no parts of it!”

 Nodding, you wiped your face and mouth then walked back out on a mission for the strongest cup of coffee you’d ever made in your life. It was not you regretted those three bottles of wine. It wasn’t like you didn’t know what to expect, you knew that particular brand of wine crept up on you then knocked you down hard. Rubbing your forehead, you finished the distance of your long hallway then turned into the open concept living room, dining room and kitchen. It was then the scent of the coffee hit you like a pillow to the face.

 From where you stood you saw no one and wondered why you smelled coffee. You took a few steps toward the kitchen but stopped when the empty bottles and take out caught your eye on the coffee table in the living room.

 “Fuck.”

 Changing course, you walked into the living room, bent, and gathered the four empty bottles of wine and the now empty food container. When you turned, you stopped in your tracks. There in the kitchen at the long concrete top island stood Chris with wide eyes, a dropped jaw, and an equally as frozen stance as you. Oh my god, you thought. He wore a crisp white t-shirt and the same medium wash denim jeans as you’d dreamed less than ten minutes ago.

 “Oh my god,” you whispered.

 Neither of you moved a muscle, you just stood there taking one another in. The way the shirt fit him accentuated his ripe and in his prime figure. He wasn’t full of shit last night when he’d said it. He looked it. your eyes trailed to his trim waist and the sliver of flesh peeking through thanks to his raised and outstretched arms.  A tattoo looked back at you and from where it was you knew it was a new one—one you hadn’t clocked the last time you’d seen him shirtless.

 You were so lost in your examination of him that you didn’t realize until now your eyes weren’t the only ones roaming. His were slowly raking across your figure. that was when you thought to look over yourself. You didn’t make it too far before your eyes stopped at your breasts that were pretty visible through the cropped sheer pink lace tank that not only was low cut in the front to show off the swell of your breasts but see through enough for the shape of them and color of your nipples to be impossible to hide. It all came back then. The bottoms you were weren’t bottoms at all. it was a matching lace thong.

 You snapped your head up and knew he’d seen it all.

 “Oh fuck!”

 Your loud voice did nothing to break his gaze. Still his eyes were glued to you, even when you dropped the things in your hands to cover yourself the best you could.

 “Chris!”

 Stirring, he dropped the things in his hands to the counter then slapped his hands to his eyes.

 “Fuck!”

 “What the fuck!”

 You were panicking now and the only thing you thought to do was run. So that was what you did. You ran from the living room right back to your bedroom, mortification filling you. You buried yourself in your bed under the covers and screamed into your pillows as you tried to come to terms with what just happened. Everything played in slow motion in your head and every single detail only made you feel more embarrassment. He’d seen you practically naked. He’d seen your body.

 After a few short minutes you leapt up and crossed to your floor length mirror and looked at yourself. Yep, there was no way he hadn’t seen anything. Your apartment was well lit and bright, and you were even standing before the windows that gave you the best natural light for your selfies. You thought back to how his eyes roamed your skin and you groaned. He’d taken in every detail. Spinning around, you looked at your bare ass then clasped your hands over your mouth and screamed.

 “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”

 Thanks to you being bent over to get the bottles, he’d seen your ass too. You stood there still and now in shock. Your brother’s best friend who you’d been dreaming about appeared in the same outfit from your dream and seen you practically naked.

 “Oh god.”

 You paced your room trying to figure out what to do. How were you going to go back out there? How were you going to face him from this day on? You pulled out your robe then tied it tightly against your body. It was then you thought on an important note—what was he thinking about your body. You hated it but you wondered how you stacked up to the tens of women he must have slept with in his lifetime. You groaned then slapped your head.

 “What does it matter, Y/N? it doesn’t. It’s not like you’re ugly. You’re happy with your body. All your exes loved your body, you love your body. It’s a hot body. You’re hot!”

 You nodded then shook your head. You sounded like an idiot.

 “What the fuck is he doing here? How the fuck--.”

 Your anger took over and you stormed out of your room ready to kick his ass. When you stepped into the living room again he bolted off your counter. You noticed his face was red.

 “What the fuck Chris!”

 He raised his hands and backed up as you got closer.

 “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

 “You’re sorry? What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck did you get in here?”

 He held up a key that you knew was your brothers. Your jaw dropped.

 “Fuck no! Where did you get that?”

 “Your brother. He gave it to me. He said you guys have breakfast every Saturday morning and said it was cool,” he rushed out.

 Narrowing your eyes, your anger reached new heights.

 “So you just what decided a little breaking and entering into a woman’s apartment without her knowledge was a good way to start your Saturday?”

 “I didn’t break and enter. I have a key.”

 You rounded the corner of the island and you saw he knew the error he’d made. Raising his hands again he backed away.

 “Y/N,” he cautioned. “Wait---wait---I called. I left a message, I even texted.”

 You paused and sighed in frustration. You’d long blocked his ass.

 “Fuck!”

 “Check your phone you’ll see. I didn’t mean to—over step and see--,” he stuttered. You spun around glaring at him.

 “See what? What’d you see?”

 The struggle his eyes were going through to remain topside was evident. It would have been funny in any other situation but not right now.

 “What’d you see?”

 “Nothing! I saw nothing.”

 After a few moments, you backed off and left wide space between you trying to ignore how your skin tingled being close. The silence stretched and introduced awkwardness into atmosphere. You groaned and caught whiff of coffee again then moved to pour yourself a large mug. As you fixed your drink you took in the spread of breakfast foods across the island. There were corn muffins, bagels, scrambled eggs with cheese, croissants, sausages, bacon, smoked salmon shavings, an assortment of jams and jellies and a few other items. When your eyes landed on the fruit selection you took in the pineapple, apples, melon and strawberries and you groaned.

 “Oh fuck!”

 You turned your back to it and took a big gulp of the coffee ignoring the burn on your taste buds.

 “I know corn muffins and the turkey variety of bacon is your favorite,” he said in a timid voice.

 Good you thought, he wasn’t so self-assured right now.

 “I even got the fruits you like. Pineapple and strawberries are your favorites right?”

 You didn’t answer and chose to ignore the fact he knew your favorites. He was not going to charm himself out of this blunder.

 “Come on Binky. How do you think I feel seeing my practical sister--.”

 You spun around so quick the liquid in your mug sloshed over the rim dripping onto your fingers. You ignore it.

 “Excuse me? Your sister? I’m not your sister. We have no relation.”

 Chris’ eyes locked with yours. “You’re right. I guess since it’s been so long—I see you—saw you kinda--.”

 “Like a sister? Is that how you see me?”

 Chris’ eyes dropped to your chest and seconds later he darted them to the side then sat on the stool on the other side of the island. Whatever he was going to say was gone.

 “I’m sorry.”

 The door then opened and in walked your asinine brother who would give someone your apartment key without thinking anything of it. He trusted this fool that wholly. He probably didn’t think any harm could come of it.

 “Hello, hello, hello! I brought the cheese Danishes and the thing.”

 As he got to the island he stopped and glanced between the two of you. “Uh—is something wrong?”

 You clenched your jaw and took a big gulp of your coffee trying hard not to fling it at him.

 “Did you wake her up, C? She only gets cranky when she’s woken up.”

 If only he knew, you thought to yourself taking the stool nearest you and dragging it the furthest from Chris.

 “Here, maybe this will make up for this,” your bother said sliding a pastel pink wrapped gift your way that was topped with a white confetti dotted ribbon.

 “What’s that?”

 “A gift. Chris got it for you.”

 You paused and glanced at him. He averted his eyes.

 “Open it.”

 “I don’t want it,” you said before you thought about it.

 “Come on, Y/N. This rivalry you have has to end. He thought about you on his way here and brought you a gift. Accept it. It’s definitely not like you to turn a gift down.”

 You glared at him then rolled your eyes. He made you sound like a gold digger.

 “Tell her Chris.”

 “It’s okay man, if she doesn’t want it I don’t want to force her. I’ll just return it.”

 He spoke without looking at you. Was he now ashamed of what just happened? As he reached for it, you got the urge to grab onto it like it was your precious and you were Gollum, so you did touching his hand in the process. Chris’s eyes met yours for a moment and it wasn’t shame you saw there. It was something sweltering, something complex, something--. Before you could place it, Chris yanked his hands back as if your flesh were hot coals and averted his eyes again. What was that?

 “Open it,” your brother said through a mouthful of food.

 Slowly you untied the ribbon then rested it beside you then got started on the wrapping paper. You took your time taking Chris in as you did it. He looked nervous, maybe even anxious like he was worried you wouldn’t like it. Your curiosity piqued even more. After a few minutes, you had the gift box in front of you ready to open. When you did, your breath hitched. Flexing your fingers, you hesitated.

 “What is it?”

 Before you, was a lamp like fixture that was all gold and intricately designed. Your bottom lip quivered so you snapped it between your teeth. You took in the lamp and smiled as you saw the replicas of star constellations you knew well. It was the night sky. You lifted it out of the box noting the heaviness. It was possibly real gold.

 “What is that?”

 “The constellations in the night sky,” you softly said.

 From your peripheral you saw the side of Chris’ mouth quirk up just a touch. It was then you noticed the gold dome could be removed, so you lifted it and another intricately designed gold design appeared. This one was different from the first. Again you lifted it and revealed another, then another. In total there were four and you understood instantly.

 “Why so many?”

 “Because the constellations in the sky are slightly—,” Chris began

 “Different depending on the season and when you look,” you finished.

 Your eyes met and the anger and annoyance you felt for him minutes ago faded. This was a thoughtful gift. You loved the stars and constellations. You didn’t know he knew that about you.

 “Is this real gold?”

 Chris cleared his throat then nodded. This was an extremely thoughtful gift you thought. Pulling yourself together you cleared your throat, straightened your back then began packing the lamp away.

 “Thank you.”

 “You like it?”

 Meeting his eyes you held it gaze.

 “I love it.”

 Something flashed in his eyes and that something made your stomach flutter. Both of you looked away from one another at the same time. Your brother clapped his hands once and smiled.

 “Finally. A truce. It only took over a decade.”

 Now you wondered something else. Why would he get you this? It was thoughtful, personal, some would even say intimate. Why would he bother?

 After breakfast you showered and dressed then joined them for a shopping trip that they insisted on. Every store you went into, they followed. Normally your brother would moan and groan about shopping with you but with Chris as his company he had plenty of entertainment. Chris didn’t even look bothered by your store hopping antics. He quietly walked around not groaning once about the items you piled into their hands.

 When you tried on outfits and modeled them your brother was the one with most of the critique while Chris remained silent. Though his mouth was shut, his eyes took in every detail of the outfits you chose. Every so often you noticed his eyes on you from across the store, noticed how his eyes weren’t as scrutinous as they had been before. Now there was something else there, something that felt dangerous to suss out.

 Nearly two grand and five hours later, the three of you sat in a restaurant for lunch. While your brother and Chris talked about some baseball game, you scrolled through your phone ignoring them. Bringing the straw in your glass to your lips your chewed it. The burn of eyes bore into you making you glance up to find Chris’ eyes on you—or your mouth. The darkness of his gaze heated your skin more than the sun shining through the window beside you. Dropping his eyes, you looked back to your phone unsure when he began affecting you like this.

 “Y/N?”

 You turned to find Elijah standing there with a wide smile.

 “Elijah.”

 “Hey there beautiful.”

 You stood and gasped as he pulled you into his arms for a tight embrace. The scraping of a chair against the floor echoed in the restaurant and you peeped back to see Chris standing with a confrontational look on his face.

 “It’s cool. What’s good Elijah?”

 Elijah and your brother dabbed each other up while you studied Chris and his odd reaction.

 “Elijah is our Binky’s boyfriend.”

 “Ex, you interjected unsure why you felt the need to clarify.

 Elijah chuckled nervously making you feel a little bad about it.  “Yeah, ex,” he reiterated.

 “This is Chris. She’s like a sister to him.”

 There goes that connection again. Like a sister. Hearing it now you wanted to cringe.

 “Oh cool, cool. Elijah man, nice to meet you.”

 He held his hand out and waited for Chris to shake it. It was a slow process but eventually he took Elijah’s hand and shook it.

 “A beautiful woman can’t have too many brothers looking out for her.”

 An audible gag escaped you and their eyes fell to you. “Sorry. Ignore me.”

 “Am I seeing you tonight, peaches?”

 Automatically you felt embarrassed at the nickname he’d given you after the first time he’d tasted you.

 “Wow, Lijah,” you warned gently slapping his toned gut.

 “What’s tonight, Binky?”

 It was Chris who asked standing taller. You looked between him and Elijah wondering why the testosterone levels hade jumped.

 “Freaknic party,” Elijah informed. “Peaches always makes an appearance.”

 “Aight, cool, then we all should come. Right?”

 Chris looked to your brother who looked confused but nodded. He didn’t look at you though.

 “That’s cool right Elijah?”

 It’s all good. The more the merrier. Anyway peaches, hit me up.”

 His smile was wide and so damn sexy. He made it easy to forget what you’d broken up.

 “We’ll see.”

 He laughed then dipped down and kissed your jaw.

 “Aight, stay up man.”

 With that Elijah was gone and you all were sitting again.

 “Why does he call you peaches?”

 Your eyes met Chris’.

 “Cause none of you ever wanna use my name. You so damn nosey!”

 You went back to your phone, but you still felt his glare and it was hotter than the sun—much hotter.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 You didn’t think anything of lunch as you began to get ready for your night. You went through the bags of clothes and shoes you’d bought earlier and tried to find the best one. When you were elbows deep in clothes you noticed a bag from a store you hadn’t gone into. As you dug into it, you pulled out a shoe box and marveled at the impressively blinged out pair of heels.

 “Wow.”

 A card at the bottom of the box caught your eye and when your read the words you knew who they were from.

 Saw these and thought they’d look nice. Pink is a good color on you, binky.

 -C

 You scoffed. The man wanted this heel right between his eyes or better yet right between his legs. Mischief sparked in you. You’d show him. You pulled a slinky pink metallic dress from one of the bags and laughed to yourself. Let’s see if he’d still call you a baby now. For the next hour, you primped and primed yourself layering scents, applying your make up, adding some body glitter and even making your hair into the perfect specimen of seduction. Tonight was probably going to be Elijah’s lucky night but just for one night. Was it fair to him? probably not, but you didn’t care right now. You wanted to get your rocks off, shit it was verging on to a need.

 When you got to the club you smiled and hugged everyone you knew. Everyone complimented your look telling you how good you looked. Eating up the praise you took a few selfies and posted them to your social media. No use letting the look go to waste. From behind you, you heard your name. Turning, you gawked seeing your brother and Chris standing there. Instantly Chris’  eyes scanned your body before he clenched his jaw.

 “What’re you two doing here? I thought this was boy’s weekend.”

 “It is. We just told everyone to come here tonight.”

 “I don’t need a chaperone.”

 Your brother shook his head and looked you over.

 “No just a gate keeper dressed like that.”

 You glared at him. “Don’t need one of those either.”

 “Don’t worry, you got two,” your brother said motioning to Chris beside him.

 Kissing your teeth you turned and walked away knowing they’d see the low back of the dress. You gave no fucks. You felt the eyes drawing to you as you walked through but when no one approached you knew Chris and your brother were close behind you scaring everyone away. Sighing you slid into a booth and they both slid in beside you, sandwiching you in the middle.

 “You’re fucking kidding. Space.”

 “Nope, not tonight.”

 Elijah came over then wearing a black and white ensemble and a smile.

 “Hey there peaches.”

 You smiled widely. “Elijah, finally. A drink?”

 “Of course.”

 “You pushed yourself up onto the booth seat knowing your entire thigh was on display but not caring. Elijah reached for your hand, and you took it stepping onto the table and escaping the clutches of your chaperones.

 “See ya!”

 Laughing you let Elijah lead you away only glancing back to stick your tongue out at both of them. No one puts baby in a corner—or in this case, the middle. Once at the bar, Elijah looked you up and down and licked his lips.

 “You showin’ out tonight, huh?”

 “Nah. Not even a little.”

 He laughed and shook his head. “I can imagine your brother and like a brother are losing their minds tonight.”

 “He is not my brother,” you said on an exasperated breath.

 “So what is he?”

 You looked back to where they were sitting and found your brother’s attention elsewhere with his other friends that were now swarming the table, but Chris’ eyes were locked on you, and he looked pissed.

 “He is my brother’s best friend—that’s all.”

 Elijah came closer to you dipping to your ear. He was so close you felt his lips against the shell of it. Before that would have made you shiver—or something. Now, there was nothing.

 “He doesn’t look at you like that’s all.”

 The fuck, you thought. Glancing at Elijah he nodded. “Just sayin.”

 You looked back to Chris and still his eyes were boring a hole into you. You snorted; Elijah was mistaken.

 “You’re wrong. He even said he sees me like a sister. Calm down.”

 Elijah wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him. “Just making sure you know what’s up, girl.”

 You laughed. A few minutes after your first drink was in you, Elijah led you to the dancefloor and this was where the fun began. Elijah had always been a good dancer and he liked to show off often. You allowed him to lead you into a sexy, dirty dance and let him touch on your waist and back. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t touched on before. When you were flush against him, Elijah nipped your neck then whispered in your ear about how sexy you looked and how delicious you smelled. You wondered how long he’d been here and how much he’d had to drink.

 Turning you pressed your back and ass into him and winded your hips. Elijah could handle himself and liked to let you know it and he didn’t let you break him not even for a second. You laughed.

 “See girl, I can handle your ass.”

 You snorted. “Boy, you can’t handle it. Hence you being an ex.”

 Laughing at his reaction you pushed him away then walked off the dancefloor. From the corner of your eye, Chris caught your eye leaning against the railing of the balcony. Had he been watching this whole time? You approached him once you climbed the steps.

“Enjoying yourself?”

 “Not as much as you.”

 “You’re welcomed to go. I bet you can find a scene more your style, or maybe a bottle girl can sit on your lap here too.”

 He scoffed. “IG stalking?”

 “Never. No man deserves that.”

 Not even me?”

 He leaned a little closer with one eyebrow cocked.

 “Especially you.”

 He laughed to himself then took a sip from his glass.

 “Why’s he an ex?”

 “Why are you so nosey?”

 “Just curious. It must not have been anything bad because you’re still—close.”

 “Not that close. Every once in a while we hook up but it’s nothing.”

 You saw the muscles in his jaw clench and your curiosity piqued.

 “Is that a problem?”

 He studied you and the scrutinous eyes were back. It was astonishing how one look like this from him made you feel small and submissive.

 “We all got needs right? Maybe don’t tell your actual brother that though.”

 “Ah but I can tell you—my nonactual brother. Right?”

 He looked at you again a half-amused smirk on his lips. “Yeah. Your nonactual brother.”

 You both chuckled to yourselves. After a few moments, you looked at him and took him in. He wore a nice coordinated blue outfit, a fitted sky-blue sweater vest inside a slightly different shaded blue blazer with matching pants. It was another good fit. Blue was definitely his color. Hearing him clear he throat; you found his eyes on you as your eyes were below his waist admiring the shape of his ass in those well fitting blue slacks.

 “Em. Uh—thank you again for the—gift.”

 “No worries. Maybe you’ll think of me when you use it.”

 “Is that what you want? Me to think of you?”

 Your eyes locked again. He slowly sighed. “You’ve changed a lot in four years binky.”

 You could hear the stress in his voice as if it was the last thing he’d expected or wanted.

 “Is that a bad thing?”

 Chris looked away and spoke as he raised his glass to his lips. “Incredibly bad.”

 “Why?”

 “Nothing good can come from it.”

 You were confused. What was he talking about? He turned to walk off but stopped.

 “You coming, binky?”

 Shaking it off, you followed him back to the table.

 The night was spent drinking, laughing and dancing your ass off. You knew your brother’s friends were a good time, but you’d forgotten how fun they were. In between joking around with them you danced with a brave few who breached the huddle to ask you to dance. When that happened everyone’s eyes were on you watching to make sure none of them pulled anything. It was endearing but you weren’t some fragile dove who needed protecting. More times than not, Chris watched you, but he didn’t speak to you again and when your eyes locked his jaw clenched. It was bewildering, a puzzle you wanted to piece together.

 A few hours later in the middle of a dance with your brother, he pulled Chris over telling him to take his place while he refilled his drink. Both of you stood there in an awkward way unsure how to initiate a dance let alone together. Slowly you began dancing but your bodies remained very far from one another. In all your years of knowing each other you’d never found yourself in this situation. You doubted you’d even been on a dancefloor together.

 Suddenly a fight broke out behind you, a large body was hurtling right to you and the next thing you knew you were against Chris’ body with his arms wrapped around you. Your eyes met and everything happening around you faded away. There were no bodies, no commotion, no fights, hell even the music was gone. In the darkness of the club, you could still make out the exact shade of blue his eyes were—light icy blue. Good God, you thought noticing the way he held you.

 His hands gripped your waist and hip and the way he gripped you gave you an impression of just how big his hands were—they were mammoth sized. Your belly quivered, and the searing heat from those paws only made it worse. You could feel your nipples pebble underneath the thin material of your metallic dress, and you wondered if he felt it too. The grip of his hand on your hip tightened and for a moment his eyes tinted darker—much darker.

 “Fuck,” you whispered.

 For the first time you noticed your back was pressed to something and that was when you realized that in the commotion, Chris had gotten you off the dancefloor away from danger and you were not tucked into a dark corner. A very dark corner. Chris’ eyes never left yours and from the way your body pressed to his you knew he was built under that shirt. He was in the best shape of his life. Your eyes dipped to his chest where the hints of his chest tattoos peeked out along with a little bit of chest hair. He smelled good.

 “God damn,” you whispered.

 Chris groaned and the rumble of it only made your nipples harden more—painfully so. They were practically begging to be touched.

 “You—you okay?”

 You met his eyes again and bit your top lip. “You?”

 Chris’ eyes dropped to your lips and the longing you saw in his eyes made you press against him more.

 “Jesus,” he hissed out.

 “What?”

 “Unfuckinbelievable, you’re oblivious,” Chris forced out.

 The hand that was on your waist was gone and now pressed into the wall, caging you in.

 “Oblivious to what?”

 He looked at you and he almost looked like he was pleading with you for something. His hand on your hip tightened again and a flutter against your belly stole your breath. Before you could register what it was or acknowledge it, you heard him start with the first syllable of your name, but it was so low you could miss it, but what came out was not your name.

 “Binky.”

 He pulled away from you, steadied your frame, then dropped his hands. Keeping his head low he spoke.

 “Let’s get you back.”

 As he walked away it was then you realized why he only ever called you Binky and it wasn’t to tease you. It was to keep himself in check. That was an erection you felt against your belly. He wanted you.

  ~~~~~~~~

 The best laid plans often go awry. That was the theme of your night. By the time you made it back to your apartment it was nearly three in the morning, and you were alone. You’d left with every intention of getting Elijah behind you to relive an itch that had crept up on you, but you’d left alone with more of an itch and plenty of confused questions. After wracking your brain for answers and clues, you decided you were drunk and imagining things. There was no way your brother’s best friend and your nemesis had gotten a hard on from you. There was no way he wanted you like that, no way he saw you like that. Right?

 Sitting on your kitchen island with your bottle of Patron to your lips, you thought over the events of the night. You analyzed every word spoken from his lips. Ten years ago they weren’t so full, or so hypnotizing. You began to wonder if he’d had work done on them or had he just used them so much over the years that they’d just gotten better. You took another gulp of the fiery tequila and held your breath as the burn engulfed your mouth. As you thought over your night you kept coming back to the look of disapproval on Chris’ face. He looked annoyed whenever you were around anyone else, but looked angry when you were around him. What kind of confusing shit is that?

 “Nothing good can come from it.”

 His words echoed in your head.

 “What the fuck did that mean?”

 Then you remembered him saying you were oblivious. After another gulp you groaned.

 “It was a fucking erection. He was hard.”

 You didn’t imagine that shit or wish it so. It was so. Faced with it, you had to take another swig. As you did you heard the faintest of knocks on your door. It startled you so much some of the Patron spilled over your chest and down between your breasts.

 “Shit,” you hissed sitting quietly craning your head to hear better.

 When no sounds followed you dropped back across the island and stared at the ceiling. In the silence of your apartment and under the haze of the smorgasbord of alcohol you’d drunk through the night you finally faced the uncomfortable, terrifying, but certain truth.

 “I am attracted to him.”

 Another truth quickly followed. “I want him to want me.”

 This one you said on a whisper as if you said it with bass the walls would hear and carry the confession down the hall, down the stairs and right to his ears in your brother’s apartment where he was probably knocked out from his own alcohol haze. Sighing you closed your eyes.

 “You’re just drunk and horny, Y/N. That is all.”

 Deciding maybe all you needed was to rub one out, you propped your heeled feet at the edge of the island spreading wide for no one but your smart fridge. In your mind’s eye you imagined there was something there and that someone just so happened to have Chris’ face. Rather than pausing to think why, you forged ahead and decided to use the mental stimuli. Your fingers crept over your breast, squeezing and taunting your nipple before dipping down between your legs. You slid your slinky thong to the side you trailed the tips of your fingers over your slit. A hiss escaped you when you found what you knew you would—a wet slippery mess.

 “Fuck,” you croaked.

 You had intended to go slow and tease your release but that one touch and the vision of Chris standing there watching you tipped you over the edge. Your finger circled your clit using the moisture there as lubricant. After a few tight circles, your spine tingled and your knees fell back even more.

 “Uuugh. Chris,” you whispered.

 You imagined his cocky smirk and you slipped two fingers into your heat and pumped immediately upon entrance. Your back arched off the island and that was all it took for you to be off to the races. Your moans and pants filled the space and steadily became louder and more desperate. You squeezed your eyes tightly holding on to the image of Chris in your mind and how he would look watching you get off. Would he like how wet you were just for him?

 “Yes, Chris. Chris—haaaa, I’m so wet. Yes—make me cum, I wanna cum.”

 The fingers now making fast, wide circles on your clit and the two fingers buried within yourself picked up speed and the sound of your wetness squelching around your digits echoed in the kitchen. You were so fucking wet it was unbelievable. No one had ever made you this wet. You could feel the pressure building within you, feel the tension and icy hot tingles that resembled the painful pinpricks of an asleep limb. You felt like this was going to be a massive orgasm.

 Gasping you held your breath as the sensations overtook you and carried you wherever the hell they wished. You screeched and clamped your legs together, but your hands kept moving and inching you higher and higher and higher until your chest burned from lack of oxygen.

 “Aaaah, Chris, fuuuck!”

 Opening your eyes just a sliver an upside-down image of a blue blazer clad man standing just at your door flashed before you closed them for a few moments getting lost in the absolute bliss you felt. Your body felt weightless, like it was floating as tingles skittered all through you making you feel like you were magic itself, sheer powerful and ethereal magic. Your eyes fluttered open again and the figure still stood there. Through your blurry eyes you recognized the face—Chris.

 You smirked, a wide gleeful, intoxicated smile spreading across your face. You were so out of it you were still imagining him as you rode the waves of pleasure, pleasure that heightened because of his face in your mind. You bit your bottom lip, withdrew your fingers then brought them up holding your hand out as if you wanted the imaginary figure to taste them—taste you. Your eyes closed again and seconds later you swore you felt a warm mouth enclose around your dripping fingers. Soft pressure wrapped around them then you heard a heady groan.

 “So fucking delicious.”

 You smirked again. “Mmmm.”

 A soft lips pressed against your wrist then a sharp nic. Then your hand clattered to the island. Your eyes felt heavy and body barely there, fluttering your eyes open again you looked around, but you were alone. It was just you, sprawled out on your island countertop daydreaming about and cumming to the face of your brother’s best friend. You were so fucked.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Sunday-

  You groaned deeply as, Evan, the masseuse labored over you. He pushed into your flesh kneading your tense muscles not taking it easy on you per your request. Every time he applied enough pressure to realign a spine you groaned.

 “Are you sure it’s not too much?”

 “No—I need—all of this.”

 “Stressful day yesterday?”

 You scoffed remembering your actions last night. After your release on the island top and a quick nap that you awoke from in a fevered frenzy due to yet another wet dream. This wet dream led you to the shower where you once again found a release. Then when you thought you’d get some relief to sleep it was not to be, you went for round three and four back-to-back. You’d woken up this morning high strung and on edge. The softest material on your breasts sent you into arousal, everything sent you that much closer to needing to stick your hand down your pants. You’d never felt this out of control in your entire sexual life. this prepubescent boy shit did not happen to you.

 “I guess that’s a word for it.”

 “Well, I’m a good listener if you want to talk about it.”

 Putting words to the things going through your head were dangerous. Did you have the balls to face it? should you even face it? You wouldn’t see him again probably for another four years. did your current malfunction matter in the grand scheme of things? Once he left you could push it to the side and bury it in your closet never touching it again. Your horniness of today could be forgotten tomorrow. That was just what it was after all—horniness. Nothing more. 

It’s not like you wanted to go on dates, spend weekends together, cuddle in bed while whispering your secrets and fears, or have Sunday dinners with family, or exchange birthday gifts, Christmas presents or even kiss at midnight on new years. You didn’t want boo’d up or couple antics. Right? This was Chris Evans after all. Your brother’s best friend from college, his frat brother whose sordid past you knew all about. This was the man who’d teased you about everything, the way you dressed, wore your hair, did your nails, walked, talked, ate. Hell he even teased you over the men you dated or spent your time with.

 “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it,” Evan said breaking through your thoughts.

 “That’s not it Evan,” you said before you sighed. “The thing is I think I might want to—to have sex with my brother’s best friend.”

 You closed your eyes allowing the words you said to float in the open air for the first time ever.

 “Sooo—have sex with him.”

 You snorted then laughed loudly. He made it sound so simple. Men, you thought.

 “I’m sorry am I being obtuse? “

 You glanced back at him, “Obtuse, Evan?”

 “What? Men read too.”

 You snorted and nodded laying back down. “You right.”

 “Seriously. What’s the problem with that? There must be something that’s a no-no about it.”

 “He’s my brother’s best friend—my older brother’s best friend.”

 “So he’s old? How old?”

 “Maybe forty.”

 “Forty? Is this a young forty or didn’t age well forty?”

 “Young in the prime of his life forty,” you replied.

 “Girl you better buss it open.”

 You laughed again hearing Evan voice the words you’d screamed at yourself internally.

 “I don’t see a problem.”

 “So it’s not a no-no when you think of my brother?”

 “You’re not fucking your brother.”

 You nearly vomited in your mouth.

 “Sorry, but am I right or right?”

 Sighing you nodded.

 “Don’t let an older man scare you away either. I am currently boo’d up with this man who is nearly sixteen years older than me. I was apprehensive at first but honestly we have a lot in common and the bedroom—sheets on fire.”

 You squealed for him.

 “Now you gotta be honest with yourself. Is it you wanna fuck him or be with him?”

 “Nope. I don’t wanna be with him,” you quickly corrected.

 “Okay then it seems you know what you want. Get it poppin’.”

 Were you over thinking this?

 Two hours later, you were in your elevator arms filled with shopping bags and a slightly new outlook. You’d been getting ahead of yourself. You had no confirmation that this was something real and not imagined in your horny brain. You were here operating like it was said and done but it wasn’t. He could seriously not even want you like that. He could really just see you as a sister and then that would put all this in perspective. You were getting way ahead of yourself.

 Once the doors opened on your floor, you walked to your door and found a package sitting there. You found your name and your brother’s name on the box and instantly knew it was a care package from your parents. They were crazy. They only lived thirty or so minutes away. They could easily bring things to you but that one time when they walked in on Yvette and their son was one time too much. They vowed to not do stop bys anymore unless it was scheduled in advance. You usually opened them together then divided the spoils.

 Grabbing the box, you turned right back around and walked back into the still waiting elevator. A few moments later the doors opened on your brother’s floor. It didn’t take long to get to his door and when you did you used your spare key. You walked inside and placed your bags down then put the box on the dining table. After taking out your EarPods you heard a muffled voice.

 Freezing you listened trying to decipher whose voice it was. You took slow steps to the closed doors. Your brother’s was silent, but you could not hear clearer. It was coming from the guest room. It must have been Chris. For some reason you didn’t think he'd be here. You knew your brother was out getting a cut and just expected him to have taken Chris along for the experience. Guess not, you thought.

 You made a move to leave but then you heard a deep, guttural, exaggerated and plenty accented “fuck.” Your head snapped to the door while you stayed right where you were. A long hiss came next and a yelp. Curiosity took over then. With steady and cautious steps you approached the door of the guest room listening extra carefully. A loud groan followed nearly startling you out of your skin stopping you in your tracks. When the door didn’t open you closed the space and leaned on the wall pressing your ear closer.

 “Ahhhh, yeeeees!”

 Gahdamn, you thought. You had no idea his voice could get so deep. That was all it took for your panties to moisten. You pressed closer needing to hear more. It was obvious what was happening. He was getting a nooner out. You heard strangled whimpers and several huffs of breath—pants. He was panting and he sounded so desperate. You thought of the way he stroked himself. How did he like it? Slow and tight? Fast and lose? A mixture of the two? Was he going fast now? What was he thinking about? Did he rub his thumb over the tip to tease himself more?

 “I’m so fucking hard for you. Yes! Play with that pussy.”

 Your fingers tingled with the desire to move; you knew where they wanted to go. Fighting the urge you pressed your ear closer. His pants were no breathy, eager, and so fucking sexy. He moaned again, hissed then yelped. With that one yelp your hand clamped over your breasts. You’d never been happier to have gone braless. You slipped your hand under the hang of your crop top and teased your nipple.

 “Arch that back. Fuck I’m gonna cum. Ah, shit! Delicious.”

 You could hear his strokes now he was going for it, and you would have given anything to watch him go. His moans became muffled as if he were clamping his hand over his mouth. He said something muffled that you couldn’t make out, so you got closer. You were practically pressing your ear to the door now.

 “Fuck! Y/N!”

 The shock of it made you gasp. Realizing you’d made a sound you slapped your hand over your mouth. Before you could rush off the door flung open and there he stood with a flushed face and in a white men’s tank and black sweats. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at one another. His chest heaved like he’d been running but you knew that wasn’t why. Your eyes fell to his chest where his gold St. Christopher’s chain hung around his neck just between the peeks of his chest tatts. Had you been immune all these years? Had you worn some unknown talisman that blocked you off from all of this and now it’s effectiveness had worn off? Where the fuck was all this coming from?

 “Uh---,” Chris began.

 “I didn’t hear anything,” you rushed out turning to walk off, but Chris’ hand grabbed your wrist pulling you back and right up against the wall. Your breath hitched from the action but when your eyes met his, your knees nearly gave out.

 “No? Nothing?”

 Your eyes locked, you didn’t dare speak so you shook your head.

 “Nothing at all?”

 He stepped closer. You could feel the heat rolling off of him, coaxing your body index to raise. You were in deep shit.

 “Nothing? Not one word, or a sound, or—a name?”

 His face came so close all you had to do was take the remaining two or so inches. Still, you didn’t move or speak.

 “Is this payback? Me hearing you, now you hearing me?”

 Confusion swirled in your head but slowly you understood. Last night. You didn’t imagine him at the door. You didn’t imagine him watching you with your back arched off the counter. Your eyes bugged. If you didn’t imagine that then—he’d watched you get off with his name on your lips. Lips. His mouth.

 “I can still taste you. Guess I know why he calls you peaches now.”

 Holy shit. Your knees chose that moment to give out, but he was right there holding you up and against him. You could feel his hardness. He was still hard. Chris looked from your eyes to your breasts that were painfully pebbled and pressing against his scantily clad chest. His jaw clenched again.

 “Jesus fucking Chris, binky.”

 With that he pulled off of you backed to the opposite wall to press his back against. He looked like he was in pain.

 “Get outta here.”

 He said it softly, but you stayed where you were.

 “And if I don’t?”

 His eyebrow flicked up and those blue orbs scanned your body as he licked his lips.

 “Then I am going to do something that your brother will kill me for.”

 Still not moving you bit your bottom lip. “Such as?”

 He scoffed and shook his head. “Something you don’t want.”

 “What makes you think I don’t want it? I could want it—very much.”

 Chris took a step to you, stopped then backed away. “Get outta here, Binky. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

 “I have a name.”

 “Oh I know your name.”

 “When will you use it?”

 Chris cocked his head to the side. “This isn’t a fucking game. Not one of our battle of the wits or words. This is--.”

 “What is it Chris? Is it you wanting to fuck your best friend’s sister as much as she wants to fuck you?”

 He sucked in a breath, dropped his head back and put his hands on his head rubbing his face.

 “You’re going to—go Binky. This isn’t happening.”

 With that he walked off going back in the room slamming the door behind him leaving you in the hall to face the rejection.

~~~~~~~~

 That night you decided a home night was what you needed. The last place you wanted to be was around Chris or your brother. So after a rejuvenating bath, you put on your comfiest set, lit every candle you owned, turned on your mellow out playlist and indulged in one of your favorite bottles of wine. The quiet was welcomed. You had no problem being alone, a lot of times you preferred it. With the lights off and the celestial lamp Chris gave you on you found your nerves easing. A lot had changed this weekend. He wanted you as much as you wanted him, but he had a point, if he acted on it their friendship could be ruined. Was one night really worth that?

 Your hormones said yes, it’s well worth it but they’d been friends for such a long time. They were really close. The trust between them was on a whole nother level. It would be crossing a line. Right? You guzzled the wine not stopping until it was empty. As you walked across to the kitchen to get another bottle you decided to avoid him for the remainder of the time he was here. That was the only way for this to fade away. Space and time were all that was needed for this all to be a distant awkward memory. Hell maybe one day you’d both laugh about it.

 You walked back to the living room, but the bell stopped you. After a quick glance at the clock, you approached it. It was after eleven. You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Peeping through the hole you looked into Chris’ face. He was staring right at you. Slowly you backed away.

 “I know you’re there.”

 Still you remained quiet and brought the wine to your head.

 “Come on, Binky.”

 “What do you want?”

 He didn’t speak automatically, and you went closer wondering if he’d left. As you went to the peep hole you heard his voice and stopped.

 “God help me---you.”

 “I don’t know what that means.”

 He released a groaned sigh. “You know what it means.”

 “Good night Chris.”

 “Fuck. Don’t be difficult. I know you want me as much as I want you,” he said lowly.

 “Did you expect this to be easy?”

 He groaned. “Nothing is ever easy with you.”

 “So speak your heart or go on and jerk another load.”

 “I want you. I want to—touch you, to smell your neck, to hear you whisper my name as you take my cock. Jesus Christ, I want you to take all of this cock. I can’t stop—thinking about it—about you.”

 Your belly did somersaults.

 “I want to taste you—again and again.”

 It should have been shameful how wet you got hearing this. You still wanted to hear one more thing. So you waited. After a minute Chris sighed.

 “Y/N.”

 It was a strangled whisper. Bingo, you thought as you unlocked the door opening it just a little. Chris looked you from head to toe then licked his lips.

 “Say it again.”

 He walked inside, kicked the door shut with his foot then said your name again. Gahdamn his voice was deep again. You continued to back away from him, but he followed, stalking you like a predator. When you felt the island at your back, you put the wine bottle down and allowed him to close the space between you.

 “Are you sure?”

 “You sound scared old man. I thought you were in the prime of your life.”

 His lips quirked and seconds later he was on you lifting you then plopping you on the countertop.

 “You and this mouth.”

 “What about it?”

 Chris grabbed the nape of your neck bringing your face to his and whatever sly comment you had ready to fire at him disappeared on your tongue. The look in his eyes made you feel like he was going to devour you.

 “Mouthy girls need their mouths stuffed. Is that what you want?”

 You nodded. Chris’s hands came to your crop top and before you knew what was what, he was ripping it in half revealing your bare breasts to his eyes for the first time.

 “Fucking Christ!”

 When his lips came around your nipple you arched back jutting them further out for him to feast. He did just that. His mouth and tongue sloppily devoured your pert nipples licking, nibbling, biting and marking. You didn’t care, it felt too good. Your moans tumbled from your lips and filled the space around you. When you felt liquid streaming down your chest, you opened your eyes and found him pouring the bottle of wine you’d been holding over your skin. His mouth was there to slurp up the liquid. Any droplets he missed his tongue took care of. When he dipped his tongue into your belly button, you instinctively draped your legs over his shoulders.

 The bottle clattered to the countertop and his hands found your G-string panties and again the material was ripped. He grabbed your thighs and pressed them apart back to the counter and stared at your sex. The way he looked at you should have made you self-conscious, but it didn’t. You wanted him to look. You wanted him to know that this pretty pussy was always here, and he’d been missing out.

 “Such a pretty pussy.”

 “It tastes good too.”

 Chris smirked then buried his face between your legs. His intention wasn’t to tease you. No, it was to shut you up. He’d told you plenty of times your love of talking back would one day get you in trouble. You wondered if this was that day. You gasped loudly when he sucked your clit into his mouth and applied so much pressure you thought he’d bruise you.

 “Ah, fuck!”

 You gripped his head, digging your fingers into his hair using it to steer his head. Chris wasn’t having it though. He wanted full control. When you began bucking against his lips sliding your wetness across his lips and beard he moaned. Pulling his head back he locked eyes with you then spit on your pussy. Holy fuck you thought, he was nasty. It wasn’t long before he motor boarded your pussy, making you drop back onto the counter completely. Writhing against the cold surface you panted, moaned, whimpered, and cursed every imaginable curse in the English language.

 “Fuck Chris!”

 “Mmm, this pussy is delicious.”

 He quickly flicked his tongue against your clit then sank two of his digits inside of you.

 “Goddamn you’re tight, Y/N.”

 He pumped his fingers into you a few times each time taking them further and further, when he used his thumb to swirl your numb you saw stars and not the light show currently going on above you from the lamp.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 Before you registered it you felt him rub himself against your sex. Snapping your head up to look your jaw dropped seeing him for the first time. He was hard, girthy and bigger than you expected. Your eyes met again, and his brow was cocked but he waited.

 “Fuck me.”

 Chris scoffed then spit on your pussy once more, though you both knew it didn’t need any more moisture. You were one category below a Tsunami. He pressed forward sending the thick tip in and lord hard mercy you didn’t think you could take a slow decent. Locking your ankles behind him, you pulled him in sucking his  full length into your body.

 “Holy Fuck!”

 The wideness of his eyes said he was just as shocked as your body was. Though it was humming from bliss, his size was a bit of a shock. The two of you must have been feeling the same thing because seconds later Chris’ lips were on yours locking you into a kiss—your first ever. He didn’t kiss the way you’d expected either. This was the kiss of a man with experience, a man with swag, a man with passion. As his tougne swirled around yours, you began rolling your hips moving your body like a tsunami wave fucking him as he stood there. When he whimpered you knew you had him, however he pushed you down onto the counter, gripped your hips then plowed into you.

 “Oh god!”

 He moved with precision as if he knew just what your body needed. With every thrust, he nudged that special spot within you that you knew you’d be begging him to hit again and again.

 “Yes, yes, there! There! Fuck—me!”

 His thrusts sped and his grip tightened. When he moved his hands from your hips to your thighs he splayed you open like a freshly gutted fish and went to town. The bright spots of light you saw behind your eyes intensified and you knew you were close.

 “You feel so good—better than—Uuugh!”

 Suddenly a look of aggression came across Chris’ features and that was when he lifted your bottom half off the countertop hitting a whole new angle. That was when your first orgasm erupted from you. You clamped down around him. The action that would have made any other man cum only made him fuck you harder. You yelped as he pulled you up then yanked you to the edge of the counter so only half your ass sat. He sunk into a slightly squatted position then pistoned upward like his cock was a rocket shit and your depths was the expanse of space that he wanted to fully explore, claim and mark.

 Your skin tingled, lungs burned, and ass hurt from the press of the hard countertop into your flesh, but you ignored it. It was all worth it because the pleasure you felt was something otherworldly, something transcendent, something alien.

 “God damn Y/N, you make me want to cum, but I can’t. I can’t stop fucking this tight juicy little pussy.”

 You gripped his shoulders then slid forward a little then began riding him as he pummeled your pussy with everything he had. Chris shouted then released a sound that to you sounded like a growl. You didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you were rounding on orgasm number three and your body was still on fire begging for more.

 “You take this cock so well princess. So—fucking—well!”

 Squeezing him you let your release take you and when you heard him whine your fourth overpowered you. Chris held your hips right where they were then used your body as he saw fit. You could tell from the look in his eyes he’d lost all control, all senses and was only chasing the same rainbow waterfall that you’d touched several times already.

 “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”

 “Cum for me baby, cum for me. Give this tight pussy everything you have.”

 “You want it?”

 “I want it.”

 “You want this cum, Y/N?”

 “Yes, fill me up, mark this pussy up!”

 Chris squeezed your hip and ass, laughed forward once, then twice and on the third thrust you fell apart at the same time he did. The gush of him filling you up was so overwhelming that your body gave out. Chris’ quick thinking brought you back onto the counter just in time. He flicked his hips forward with baby thrusts still reveling in his release. You didn’t know how long you stayed there but you knew everything was different now. Slowly you began laughing. Chris weakly popped his head up, resting his chin between the swells of your breasts. As you laughed they softly slapped against his face.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “Nothing—just—just thinking.”

 “What?”

 He raised up but not by much, just enough to take your nipple into his mouth and suck, bringing fire right back to your flesh.

 “This is what I’ve been missing out on all this time.”

 You felt him lurch inside of you beginning to harden again if he had even ever softened.

 “Not satisfied?”

 You scoffed then shook your head. Chris raised his brow.

 “I’ve always been a greedy woman—and this pussy--,” you squeezed him for emphasis.

 “Is even greedier.”

 A slow smile spread his lips. “Greedy girls get fucked within an inch of their life.”

 “I’m counting on it.”

 You at up and crashed your lips to his. Chris lifted you holding you in the air with just the tip of his intrusion filling you as your lips and tongues danced together. Your eye caught the time and you smiled on his mouth.

 “Happy birthday old man.”

 He groaned then dropped you down onto his cock full force. You screeched as he filled you completely with the brutal help of gravity.

 “Prime of my life. I hope you know that you will get no sleep tonight.”

 You smiled.

 “The lord did say there is no rest for the wicked.”

 You kissed again and he carried you through your apartment. Sleep was the last thing you wanted tonight. 

The absolute last thing.

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[majaloveschris]

Happy Birthday Chris! ❤️

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Passionate Gift

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries!🍓! This is a birthday special for Chris Evans! Sorry if there are any mistakes discovered.

DISCLAIMERS!: MINORS DNI. FEMALE READER, I'LL LET YOU READ MY FIC, BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE IT. IF I FIND OUT ABOUT THIS, ALL FEMALE READERS WILL BE BANNED. REMEMBER: THIS IS FICTION! I MEAN NO OFFENSE, HARM, OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES.

Requested? Yes or no?

Pairings: Chris Evans x Husband reader

Rating: Smut/fluff

Warnings: nothing too major, just some fluff and passionate smut.

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You are the husband of Chris Evans, and you want to do something special for his birthday. And you have the perfect gift for him. (Chris is kinda stupid in the beginning.)

Chris’s eyes twitched open as the sun’s rays peered through the curtains. The room was illuminated, dust particles can be seen. He groaned as he didn’t want to get up. 

Chris laid back down and moved to his side to cuddle with you. You were awakened when you felt large arms wrapping around you and your back being pressed against his naked chest. He pushes his head into your nape, placing small kisses. 

You laughed quietly as his kisses tickled your neck. “Good morning.” you said, turning to your side to face your husband. “Morning, my love.” he said in a husky voice. His morning voice was hot to you.

You only smiled at him as you got up from your position. “Where are you going?” Chris said, getting up, you could see his amazing abs and the tattoos that littered his body. You smirked as you didn’t respond and walked out into the kitchen.

Chris really didn’t know it was his birthday today.

He followed you into the kitchen where he saw you making some food. Dodger was also awake and began barking. He was running all over the place, being playful and cute. You stopped what you were doing and went to go feed him. 

After pouring his food into his bowl, you went back to making some food. Chris could only stare at you and wonder, “how did I get a man like you?” Chris couldn’t hold himself back, he wanted your touch. 

He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder. “Can you tell me, why are you so happy?” Chris said, you can only laugh at him. 

“Do you not know what day it is today?” Chris immediately pulled back and went into a panic. ‘It can’t be our anniversary! That isn’t until a few more months!’ his mind was going all over the place. 

“You don’t know, do you?” Chris shook his head. “No…” you sighed at him. “It's your birthday! How can you forget?” He didn't know it was his birthday today. 

“Happy birthday, dummy.” you latched your lips onto his. Chris kissed back as he pulled you closer to him. It was only then you smelled something burning that you pulled back from each other. 

You quickly turn off the stove before something else happens. 

“I’ll just order some breakfast…” 

XxXxXxXxXxX

Many people on social media congratulated Chris turning 41. You couldn’t believe he was 41, he looked to be in his late 20s. 

You and Chris spent the day playing with Dodger and watching movies while cuddling together. It was at that time when Chris’s parents showed up to celebrate along with his siblings. After the party was over and everyone went home, you decided to give Chris his birthday gift. 

Both of you were laying down in bed, Chris taking everything off and getting into bed with you. “Today was amazing.” Chris said, pulling closer to him. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, but I have one more gift for you.” Chris raised his eyebrow. You moved onto his lap and kissed his neck. Chris groans as you nimble and kiss his neck while also grinding against him. Your cock was growing against his abdomen.

You could feel his cock growing against your ass. His hands moved all over your body until they reached your ass. He played with it like it was dough. “F-fuck.” he groans. Your tongue moved down until you reached his cock. 

Not waiting any further, you swallowed his cock. He was about 7 inches, but really thick. Chris moans loudly as your wet mouth swallows him. His eyes rolling back in pleasure and hand moving through your hair. 

Chris could feel his orgasm already coming. Its been awhile since you both had time to pleasure yourselves, let alone have sex. “I-I’m close!” Chris moans as his cocks throbs in your mouth. You pulled back after hearing his cry. 

His cock glistens with your saliva. You moved to the drawer and grabbed the lube. You popped open the bottle and squeezed out a generous amount onto his cock and started to lube your ass. “Are you ready?” Chris nodded his head as he held you. 

You slowly descend down his cock, the girth spreading your walls to the side. “I-its been awhile…” Chris moans as he feels your ass tighten around him. You couldn’t hold yourself up and collapsed into his chest. 

“We can stop.” Chris said as he held you. You shook your head. “I-I can do this.” His cock was now fully inside you and he waited for you to adjust yourself. After a few moments of getting comfortable, you gave him confirmation. 

“I’ll go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Chris said, slowly pushing his cock inside and pulling out. He lifted your chin and kissed you. Your hands resting on his chest. His cock kept hitting your prostate and you could feel the electricity go through your veins and up to your brain. 

“Y-your cock… it feels so good.” You moan, your cock was throbbing against his chest from the stimulation. Chris was on the verge of cumming as his cock couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m gonna cum!” Chris kept thrusting until his cock bursted inside you. His cum painting your insides, balls throbbing as it ejaculates more. His eyes rolled back as he emptied inside you. At the same time, your cock spurted its cum all over the chest. 

The room was filled with both of your moans and it smelt like sex and sweat. 

Chris lays down, breathing heavily as you collapse onto his chest. “I love you, M/n” Chris kissed your forehead. “I love you too, my big man.” 

THE END. 

A/n: The smut was rushed because I’m tired. I still hoped you enjoyed and happy birthday, Chris Evans! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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[ramp-it-up]

Sideways

Chris makes you angry at a press event for your latest movie. He makes up for it. Hard.

Now

You and Chris have a whirlwind romance. Until someone gets cold feet.

Again

You do it again and again and again…

Another Again (w/ Tessa Thompson)

You swore you were done. But it’s Chris’s birthday and you and a friend decide to give him a little treat.

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[a-moment-captured]

It should be illegal to be this damn fine.

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[sweetlilbambi]

Your boyfriend Chris recently turned 41, and there’s no better way of celebrating it than to introduce you, his lovely little girlfriend, to his very own playroom.

note: chris’ bday yass !! hes only gettin hotter n hotter as he age !! :3 this is also inspired by all the sex dungeon rumors he has LOL.

my moodboard but pics are from pinterest, whi, twt, n more! feedback n reblogs are deeply appreciated! <3

PLEASE DO NOT RECREATE MY MOODBOARDS! thank u!

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[ashbrat488]

Happy Birthday Chris!

Thank you for your smile and your humor. I hope you have a relaxing birthday away from any drama or trolls ;)

-Ash 💙

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[mrs-stans]

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[shayshaybiscuit25]

IT'S A PARTY OVER HERE FOR THE ONE AND ONLY CHRIS EVANS and in honor of him I want you to tell us (@acircleofstars, @dear-meatball) what made you a fan of the actor and what do you like the most about him. Using the tag dear - meatball send your sweet messages. Let's show him some love

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[majaloveschris]

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[hannahshattuck]

Is it my husbands birthday today? Absolutely. Does he look like he’s 41? Absolutely not. Has he set my standards for men through the roof to where no one will reach them? Abso-fucking-lutely.

#chris evans #chris evans birthday #there’s no way he’s 41 #nope refuse to believe it #I hope Dodger is giving him all the snuggles #and that he’s not working too hard #baby boy needs a break!!

[a-moment-captured]

octaviaspencer: Bet y'all didn't know it was a hollah day, did you? Today my dear friend, Chris Evans, was born. Here are things you should know. He's s generous. No matter how large the group or where you are in the world, if you're dining with him, he sneaks off to pay the check. So, if you EVER want to buy him dinner, make those arrangements beforehand. He's a damn good dancer. He's brilliant at running charades. If you're ever invited to game night be ready for a highly competitive evening. recommend talking a lot of crap to throw him off his game. He doesn't think it's weird when I'm missing Dodger and need a pic or video. He's one cool dude and I love him. So, please join me and hollah at my boy! Also huge.ALSO …he likes lots of punctuation and emoji's, like this: Happy birthday!!!!!

#Chris evans #octavia spencer #chris evans birthday #christopher robert evans #christopher jamal evans #cevans #chris evans blurb #chris evans headcanon

[stevensgus]

Happy Birthday LOML<3😘💙💙

I wike you so much

I hope you have a great day

#chris evans birthday #chris evans #i am so happy and excited for tomorrow #i cant wait for birthday pics

[eternalplutoniangoddess]

Happy Bday to this thicc boii

#happy birthday #happy bday #chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans birthday

[jessyballet]

#chrisevans #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans instagram #chris evans characters #sebastian stan #chris evans piano #chubby dumpling #sebastian stan characters #sexy seabass #weiner soldier #sebastian stan instagram #sebastian stan x reader #chris evans birthday