I decided to update again because ily guys...
This chapter is mostly smut so the wedding will be the next one! I also included a little fluff moment between Tom and Y/n, since it's his bday today and he's our bestie<3
‼️If you aren't comfortable reading smut, please don't read this chapter. But stay tuned for wedding day. ‼️
Warnings❕: rough kinky smut, dirty talk...
From last chapter:
"Okay guys, well. Y/n and I are going to pack the rest of our stuff since the flight leaves soon. But since you guys are already packed all we have to do is wait so....."
I gulped. I was really in for it now. And with Chris's entire family here?! I was so screwed.
"...you guys are welcomed to anything in the fridge, my casa su casa."
"Wow babe, I love the Spanish." I nervously laughed. Not knowing if Chris's family believed him that we were going to go "pack."
"I learn from you baby." He winked at me as we stood up from the couch.
Our flight to New York left at 12am, right now it was 9pm. Which left plenty of time for Chris to do anything he wanted with me.
The rest of the Evans family stayed in the living room, continuing to speak with one another.
"We are already packed Chris. What are you talking about?" I acted oblivious. As we stood in the hallway.
"Shh." He pushed me back towards a wall. "You didn't think I'd forget about your little scene on the couch the other day? Did you baby?" He whispered into my ear, nibbling on the sweet spot on my neck....
Chris pulled away and grabbed my hand, leading me further into our bed room.
"Get on the bed." He husked
I crawled on top of our bed. I lifted up as he pulled on the bottom of my shirt. Which left me in a bra.
His cold finger tips trickled down my chest to my stomach, stopping at the waist band of my sweats.
This man hasn't even kissed me yet and I was literally soaked in between my legs.
"Still want me to let go?" He whispered into my ear. Brushing my hair off of my shoulder in order to leave soft kisses on it. He looked me in my eyes, searching for consent.
I bit my lip and pulled him down, kissing his lips.
"Did that answer your question?" I pulled away.
He smirked and crawled off of me—still fully clothed in a tight shirt and sweatpants. I watched as he walked over to the lights, dimming them.
On his way back he stopped at his nightstand, my eyes widened when he pulled out something I never thought Chris would have.
"Are—are those?"
He didn't answer.
Chris smirked at my uneasiness and gently lifted my arm towards the headboard and hand cuffed my wrist to it. Then he hooked my other wrist to the other side of the head board.
My arms naturally hung, the metal rings were concealed with cushioning but I could still feel the coldness of the metal against my hands.
Chris smiled mischievously as he cupped my face in his hands and kiss me softly.
"Just say stop, and I'll stop." He pulled away, still right in front of my face.
I was starting to feel nervous because he had me in his control, and I couldn't touch him at all which I loved whenever we had sex, sinking my nails onto his back or running my fingers through his hair.
"Can I have another kiss?" I said quietly.
He smiled and leaned in again, connecting our lips, after kissing me for what felt like minutes, his lips trailed away, leaving wet kisses on my jaw and moving down towards my neck. Making me moan quietly.
I pressed my lips together when he kissed down in between my breasts and down my stomach, Chris pulled down my sweats and panties in one, flinging them elsewhere. My breathing picked up as I watched Chris admire the view.
He began teasing me, kissing my ankle, and up my leg. He moved his body so he'd be settled in between my legs, hooking his arms around my hips, pulling me down towards himself, making the metal around my wrist jingle.
I felt the pain of the cuffs when he kissed my inner thighs, making me flinch, pulling my arms forward as far as they could go since they were handcuffed to the head board.
Chris noticed my flinching, making him look up at me. He moved up to try to calm me down, staring into my eyes, as I stared back at his baby blues I felt better.
"Just relax..." he whispered.
I nodded, trying to control my breathing.
I gasped when he made his way down again licking my slit, swirling his tongue in the most sensitive place.
"Oh! Chris!" I shot my head back, letting my arms hang, my body felt the mix of pain and pleasure as my wrist were felt the cold metal every time I flinched or moved slightly.
He sucked and kissed me down there until he noticed I was loosing control slowly. I frowned when he pulled away from in between my legs. I watched as he took his shirt off revealing his sexy tattoos and hot body, i hummed realizing all that—was mine.
All I wanted to do was touch him but I couldn't.
"I wanna touch you..." I pouted.
He silenced my complaints with his kisses, as I tasted myself, he lowered his sweats and boxers. "Make a sound, and I won't let you cum, understand?"
I completely forgot Chris's entire family was still downstairs. I nodded. I looked into his baby blues as he pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing small circles on it. Making the cuffs around my wrists, jingle.
With his other hand his gripped himself, slowly entering me, a soft growl emerging from his lips.
Watching as my face twitched in response to him stretching my walls. I wrapped my hands around the chains of the cuffs. My whimpers escaped my mouth, uncontrollably.
"Oh fuck." I said under a breath. Desperately trying not to be loud.
Once he was fully inside me, he fixed his posture and was now on top of me, propping himself up with his arms that large veins popped out of—and thrusted deeply. Making me shut my eyes tight.
Chris kept a deep and quick pace. His eyes flickered analyzing my facial expression, loving the fact that he was the only one that could do this to me.
"How does that feel?..." he hummed against my ear.
I didn't answer because I was trying very hard to hold back my moans. He went hard on purpose, really destroying my insides.
"hmm" I could barely form a sentence.
"Use your words, baby."
This new side of Chris was just making my head explode with pleasure. The way he combined being gentle and rough. It was enough to make me risk everything.
"Good. It feels so good." I bit my lower lip, tightening my grip around the chains, and stared at Chris with heavy eyes. "So good."
He smirked and continued stroking in and out, the sound of jingling, and skin to skin slamming filled the room. I winced at the pain around my wrists but the pleasure in between my legs subsided it.
Chris softly grunted and his cheeks flushed red as he put work in. His big hands gripped my thighs as he used them as anchors to go even deeper. Trying to make me reach my climax faster.
I swallowed my moans as I tried to be as quiet as possible. Chris pulled out, just so that he was barely even inside and slammed into me. I rolled my eyes back to the sensation. He kept going faster and rougher.
"Chris...the cuffs..." I was already tired I couldn't any longer. He ignored my cries. And continued to pump into me.
I couldn't help but make quiet whimpers. My arms very sore.
"Just a little more for me, you can take it." Chris said in between breaths, his climax quickly approaching.
He leaned down to suck on my nipple and leave dark purple marks around the area. Causing a loud moan to slip from my already agape mouth, he shot me a warning look.
I really tried to keep quiet but Chris was making me feel too good.
"OH!" I moaned again. Loudly. As I felt my orgasm begin to wash over me.
"Sh." He covered my mouth with one of his hands. Chris also moaned softly, indicating he was almost there, and so was I. "Do you want everyone to hear how good my dick makes you feel?" He teased me.
Muffled moans and skin to skin slamming along with jingling of the handcuffs with the only sounds in the room.
"chris I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum..." I spoke breaking up my words. As my legs began to shake, and my lips quivered. I knew I wasn't allowed to, without his permission.
"No. Not yet."
I wrapped my fingers around the chains of the cuffs, shutting my eyes and letting my head hang back. Trying to hold off my orgasm. Chris began massage circles on my clit, making it even harder to hold back.
"You're doing so good for me." He whispered.
"Please, let me." The knot in my stomach begging to be bursted.
"Go ahead, cum for me."
Chris knew I wasn't going to be quiet so he put his hand over my mouth again, concealing my pornographic moans as I finally came all over him, my legs shaking like never before.
"Good girl." He ran his hands up and down my sides.
He also rode out his own climax after stroking inside me a couple more times. Finally letting out a moan of his own, which was music to my ears.
Chris brushed his thumb against my lips, then he pulled out of me softly, reaching over to the nightstand to take out the key. He gently laid my arms down as he unlocked the cuffs.
I inhaled deeply as the feeling returned to my arms. I laid there on the bed, very naked still, my chest that was covered with hickeys—rising up and down, my cheeks heated, and my body very sweaty. Chris admired the state I was in. Just taking in the moment.
He pulled a fresh sheet over us, considering we were both still very hot. And cuddled me into his chest. Rubbing my back up and down.
"You okay baby?" He moved sweaty strands of hair out of the way, so he could fully see my face.
"That was amazing."
I pecked his lips, to let him know that he didn't hurt me, cause I know the reason he hasn't let go was to avoid hurting me or doing something I didn't want to.
"Yeah?" Chris picked my hand up placing kisses on it, caressing my wrist. "Do you want a massage, so you're not limping down the aisle?"
We laughed at his joke.
"A massage would be nice."
I smiled, He moved his head to look down at me, I was grazing my fingers over his tattoos.
"I love you Y/n."
"I love you too handsome."
We tried not to fall asleep since we had to leave for NY soon, but we stayed in bed, staring at one another—so in love.
**30 MINUTES LATER**
"As much as I want to stay cuddling, I think we should probably get going." I began to get up. But Chris pulled me down again.
"You aren't going anywhere...." Chris took my arm and wrapped it around his waist. He tighten his grip around me.
"...I need more cuddles." He spoke. I loved his soft side, and his rough side.
"I can't say no to you." I sighed and stayed, cuddling with Chris, caressing his skin softly, so soft he almost fell asleep. I was just about to fall asleep too, until I remembered something.
"FUCK!" I shot up. I scared the shit out of Chris, as he looked at me with fear in his eyes.
"What is it Y/n?!"
"I was supposed to call Tom for his birthday." I fell from the bed, on to the ground trying to reach my phone. Chris sighed and fell back into the pillows, realizing it wasn't anything serious.
Tom was in England for his birthday, with his mom and brothers. But what kind of friend was I not to call him? I didn't forget about his birthday, I just forgot to call and wish him a happy one.
And I also bought him a little something, which should have already arrived.
"Ah, Cmon, pick up, pick up." I waited for Tom to answer my FaceTime call as I looked at Chris. Who was very tired.
He opened his eyes when he heard the FaceTime ringtone—and scolded me.
"Y/n! What are you doing?! Put a shirt on baby." He stood up to get his shirt. "Here."
I sat my phone down and realized I was still very naked, and I was going to FaceTime Tom. I lifted my arms as Chris pulled his shirt over my head, as if I was a child.
"Y/n? Darling?..." Tom was looking at our ceiling.
I picked up my phone.
"...Ah! There she is! How are you?"
"I'm great Tom! Just really busy with the wedding and all that. But I wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday!"
"Thank you love! I was started to think you had forgotten."
"I would never forget your bday Tom." I smiled. "Did you get my present?"
"Well, I have it right here. I was going to open it, when you called."
"Ah! Open it then."
Tom sat his phone so I could see what he was doing. He smiled as he ripped open the gift box.
I had gotten him a box filled with photos from our time filming chaos walking, the new avengers movie, and of us hanging out. Then I filled it with his favorite things like sweets, cologne, and I got him tickets to a cruise for him and his girlfriend.
"Oh my god. Y/n! Thank you so much." Tom smiled big. "I love it! I love it all."
"You're welcome Tom. You deserve it for being such a great best friend. And the person I know I can count on."
"Oh and what am I?" Chris pouted like a baby.
"My husband. Now Shh." I shushed him.
"I love you Y/n. I really do. And you know you can always count on me and I'm there."
"I love you too kid. Happy 25! I'll see you tomorrow in NY for the rehearsal dinner?"
"Of course Y/n I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Hey kid! Happy birthday man!" Chris intervened. Fully clothed.
"Chris! Hey man! Thank you so much."
I said my goodbyes to Tom. Chris was already putting our suitcases near the door, so I changed back to my clothes.
I grabbed my headphones, my phone, all my travel necessities. And followed Chris out of our room.
"Everyone ready?" Chris asked, letting me walk by him so I stood a few feet from him, but quickly pulled me back towards him by my waist.
As we looked at his family who was still in the living room. The chauffeurs were already here. Everyone replied in their own way, with a bunch of "yes!" "Yeah" "yup"
Everyone slowly made their way out of chris's house.
David and uncle Mike stepped out first to the car, David holding Stella in his arms. Then Lisa walked out helping Carly out of the house. Then Shanna, and Chris's nephews and so on...
Chris and I stayed for a bit. Taking in the moment.
"You know, next time you step in this house, it'll belong to you too." He whispered, covering my body in goosebumps. "Which means I'll have you all to myself, all day. Every day."
"Can't wait." I replied, breathless.
Chris took his phone out and I held it, as we snapped a couple of goofy selfies.
@chrisevans: soon to be Mrs.Evans ❤️
He kissed my cheek before pulling away from me, to grab the rest of dodgers stuff, because he was—of course attending the special day too, I had gotten him a suit made for dogs—he is going to look so cute.
I decided to call my sister again. To see if she wanted to catch a flight with us, last minute.
"Hey Nikki.."
"Hey. What's up?"
"I'm on my way to the airport now. Are you sure you don't want to fly with Chris and I?"
"Maybe if it was just you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Nothing. I'll see you soon, I'll be there for your wedding day."
"Wait—Nikki."
She hung up. I took a deep breath. So the reason she's being weird is because of Chris...
A/n: wedding day next chapter! <3 finally getting hitched to the one and only Chris Evans aka zaddy💍