Late For School
professor!Chris Evans AU x college age!reader
Warnings; smut (18+), profanity, age gap; escalates quickly!
Him in a suit…..😩
"Fuck, that feels good." I pant against Chris's lips
"Yeah?" He sticks another finger inside me, "you look so good, making those sweet sounds letting me finger you on my desk."
I whine in response, pressing my lips together trying to hold off my orgasm.
"Oh my god, Chris!" I'm clutching for life at the back of his suit, trying to anchor myself.
"You show up with that tiny little skirt and expect me to control myself? Hm?"
I can't even process what he's saying. When I feel myself clench up, and my knot in my stomach bursts, shaking my orgasm.
"That's it, baby," He whispers, "Cum around my fingers."
God, this man drives me crazy.
Pushed up against his office desk in his loft, naked like the day I was born, I grab onto the glass that lays under me for anchoring.
"OH!" My eyes roll to the back of my head as he increases his speed, sucking on my neck as I release myself all over his thick forefingers.
I watch as he slips them out.
"Fuck." Chris brings his fingers up and sucks them in front of my face. Cupping my cheeks with his other hand, making sure I'm looking at him.
My face is hot, not because I'm naked in front of this beautiful man and he's still fully clothed. But because he's so sexy and he's literally licking me off of his fingers.
"Get on the bed." He orders me.
I'm still blissed out of my mind that I don't process what he said to me.
My chest is rising up and down and I can't even stand on my own two legs.
But I manage to hop off the desk, but I'm still looking at Chris. Like I only understood part of the directions.
"I said, get on the bed." He pushes me and I smile when I fall onto his cool pillowcases.
"You look a little overdressed, Evans." I sat in between pants.
He doesn't answer but just stares at my naked body, so I decide to tease him even more and spread my legs, giggling and throwing my head back when I hear him grunt.
"I'm just enjoying the view." He husks, his voice raspy and deep.
I decide to tease him even further by smoothing my hand down my stomach, using my middle finger to swirl around my sensitive nerves, I was really wet and ready for him.
"The fuck are you doing, that's my job." He swats my hand away, using his own finger to collect the evidence of my arousal.
"Let's go, Chris." I whine, because he's taking too long.
"Why? So you can just ditch me, once I fall asleep?"
I laugh at his sudden clinginess, "C'mon! You said this was strictly making each other feel good, no strings attached. And now you're bitching about me not staying for post sex cuddles?"
"Then what are you waiting for." I shoot back.
He begins stripping off his clothes, taking off his tie, rolling his suit off of those broad shoulders, and dropping his pants.
Once he has everything off and was down to his boxers, he climbs on top of me.
In which I take a sigh of relief, feeling his skin on mine.
His gorgeous golden skin, with god sculpted muscles. And amazing tattoos that I love seeing every time I come over his place.
"God, you're perfect." He mumbles into my skin, kissing each inch of my shoulder, down to the middle of my chest, "need to taste you."
I knew what that meant, but I needed him inside me as much as I loved running my fingers through that soft hair of his while he sucked my folds in between my legs.
"No," I pull him back up to my face, "I need you inside me, Chris. Make me forget about the shitty day I've had at school."
"I'll give you whatever you fucking want." He grabs my hips and tilts them upwards, grabbing my ass, "god, I love this ass."
I moan in response to him manhandling me.
I do my best to try and lower his boxers with my hands but he's turned to sucking on my breasts which makes me fumble with the band of his underwear making me let go and it snapped back to his skin.
"Needy, are ya, princess?" He whispers.
"I'm fucking horny." I wish I didn't sound as whiny, but I desperately needed this release to forget about the horrible day I had at college.
"I'll take care of you, gorgeous." He smashes his lips against mine, moving against them so ever softly.
I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me, he takes his dick out and it hits my thigh - hot and heavy.
Between my mewls and my whimpers, Chris kept going at me, using me like his personal fuck toy, manhandling me however he wanted.
He spread me legs as far as they could go, and I was getting insecure by the way he stared in between my legs for so long.
He licked his lips and ran his hands up my thighs.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I whisper.
"You think I won't." He smirks, kissing from the end of my torso up my belly, maintaining eye contact.
I know he won't, he's a professional, and he can't have that kind of photo on his phone.
The smug look on his face makes me feel a bit nervous, but I know he won't do it.
He pecks my lips and pulls away. I watch as he grabs his phone on the nightstand, looking at me as he swipes on his lock screen to open the camera.
I wanna see if he's bluffing or not. He grabs my thighs and opens them even wider.
I grab his shoulder and push him against me roughly.
Stopping him from snapping a picture, if he didn't already.
"I was fucking kidding." I bump my nose gently with his, heading his breathing hitch.
"I know, but I like when you get all worked up."
I reach down to grab his dick, it was dark but not darker enough so I couldn't see, it was late at night, Chris had the lights off in his loft but the moonlight gave me just enough light to be able to see his facial features.
"Y/n, awh...." He moans, as I run his tip up and down my folds, making a soft wet sound.
In one quick movement, he had us turned around, him laying against the headboard and me on top of him.
He loved watching me ride him, yeah I had control but he could touch me everywhere literally.
I prop myself up, as he grabs himself with one hand and with the other one on my waist he gently sits me down on his large length.
"Fuck, oh fuck..." I bit hard on my bottom lip, I never get used to the width.
"That's it, honey." Chris praises me, one hand reaching up to firmly grab my breasts, rolling my nipple in between his fingers. Feeling the weight of them on his hands.
I moan loudly when I sit completely on him.
I open my eyes to look at Chris, and his eyes mirror mine - dark and filled with lust.
His cheeks are flushed red, and he's already sweating.
Having him under me, all for me, makes me swivel my hips.
"Shh, you want the neighbors to hear?"
"I think they know what we're doing, by now..." he pants.
Two of his large hands on each cheek of my ass and he's grinding me against him, his dick twitching inside me, my hands go to his chest for support as I ride him gratefully.
Him and I are a moaning mess, his headboard hitting against his wall each time I swiveled my hips forwards.
It was making such a loud noise, Chris's old neighbor, Benny, yelled from his loft - "NOT AGAIN CHRISTOPHER! DAMN YOU!"
I stopped my movements to laugh, but Chris didn't laugh, in which he held my hips so hard I knew there would be bruising tomorrow.
He thrusts into me, I have no choice but to take it. Immediately falling forwards, my hands gripping the headboard.
Chris turns to holding my ass in his hands, slapping it every once in a while, loving how it would cause a ripple effect against his hand.
My clit rubbing against him, and his entire length inside me absolutely destroying my walls, I'm close, I'm so close.
"Don't stop Chris, don't stop!" I yell.
In another movement, he twists and now I'm on my back and the knot in my stomach faints away.
"What the fuck?!" I say in between breaths.
"I wanna watch while I make you cum." He speaks low, almost to a growl.
Chris had pulled out, but when he pushed in, I felt so overwhelmed with so many emotions
He felt bigger in this position, thicker.
The way he touched me was amazing, electrifying, no one else knew how to touch me like he did.
I felt every inch split me open, causing tears to stream down my temples.
"mmph!" I screw my eyes shut.
"You okay?" He whispers, genuinely concerned.
"You're just so big." I place kisses on his jawline, over to his shoulder to distract myself from the burning feeling.
In this moment I knew I'd definitely be limping to class tomorrow.
I gasp as Chris speeds up his shallow thrusts, keeping a firm hand on my stomach to keep me from moving everywhere.
"You're so tight," his voice raspy, "fuck."
My head is absolutely clouded and I'm on the verge of an amazing orgasm.
I'm moaning continuously, while he marks me up with hickeys all over my boobs, collarbone and neck, I pull on the hairs on the back of his head.
His hot grunts every time his hips move into mine, are music to my ears.
His back muscles are flexing, along with his biceps. And I'm enjoying the show along with the intense pleasure he's making me feel.
I'm scratching down that amazing back of his, while dipping my head down to catch his lips in an emotional kiss.
He's making me feel so good, I can feel him everywhere.
"Are you almost there, princess?" He kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek and eventually reaches my ear.
"Yes! God, yes." My legs are starting to shake, Chris slides one of his hands up and stops at the back of my knee drawing my leg even farther apart, pushing it up to my chest - where I couldn't anymore.
I moan my release, coming all over Chris. He wasn't too far behind me, his forehead dropped down to mine, and I watched as he lost himself in his pleasure.
He was still kissing me, after we had gotten done. I was giggling because the spiky prickly hair from his beard was tickling me. But he does that on purpose just to hear me laugh.
"You're the best I've ever had." He really looks into my eyes.
"Don't get all soft on me, now." I lick my lips. Gently caressing his back up and down with both of my hands.
He shakes his head giggling as I push him off from being ontop of me, and I make my way to his lavish bathroom to clean up.
When I walked back out, he was looking out his large windows. One arm behind his head.
Watching the city of Boston, and how many cars pass at 1am.
I bend down to grab my panties, and my bra. Clasping it back on.
"Stay." Chris says very slowly, almost as if he was both surprised and scared that he said it.
I look at him, sighing, "I have an early class tomorrow. And it's late."
"Please." He says, with those adorable blue eyes.
"Chris we said this was strictly pleasure," I put my shirt on while speaking to him, "My dad finds out I spent the night here, especially with you, he'll kill us."
I bent down to grab my skirt when Chris sits at the edge of the bed, he was in some shorts, but the rest of his god like body was on full display.
He sighs, and yanks me towards him by a strong pull on my wrist. I squeal and land on his shoulders, standing in between his open legs.
His big hands roam my body, up my back making me shiver as he caresses my spine with his talented fingers. Looking up at me with those charming eyes, and stupid adorable smirk.
"Just for tonight, your dad won't find out, just say you slept over at Ella's." He says, using his pleading voice.
I tilt my head, giving my annoyed face, "Chris this between us is just for pleasure, I didn't sign up to cuddle you after sex."
"C'mon it's the least you can do, since you seduced me first."
He's right, that first day I met him I instantly fell in love, I knew I needed that man either in my life or on top of me.
And everything would've been fine, if I didn't have a boyfriend and if Chris didn't work for my dad, which is why sneaking around at night was our only way of seeing each other.
Don't even get me started on the age gap...
"So, sweetheart?" He husks, and god I love him calling me sweet names.
Which I am, but I didn't want to admit that, yet....
"One night." I point my pointer finger up to let Chris know this is a one time thing.
He smiles big, clapping his hands like a child, being the big dork he is. As his hands crawl down to knead my ass. Giving it a slap as he pulls me down into the bed with him.
I'm also worn out from the sex we just had so, it wouldn't hurt to sleep the night here.
This would be the first time I'd be spending the night, hopefully my dad doesn't notice I'm not in my room.
Because other times I'd leave Chris since he's so tired after going round after round with me, he usually just falls asleep so I leave his loft and grab a cab back home.
Where I sneak back in through my bedroom window.
He pulls on the hem of my shirt and pulls it up and off of me, not caring if I wanted to sleep with it on.
"You don't need that.." he says, throwing my shirt to the edge of the bed.
"And if I get cold?" I steady my self on my elbows.
He puts the comforter over us, I'm in my undergarments and he's changed into some shorts.
I get comfy on my side, my back turned to Chris because as much as I wanna cuddle him...
This sneaking around between him and I is temporary and extremely confidential.
...which meant if I do anything to make me fall even more in love with him that I already am, I don't know what I'm gonna do.
Chris doesn't hesitate to pull my back towards him by my waist, I sigh when I feel his rock hard abs against my back. His hands running up and down my side.
I lose myself in him, and allow him to wrap his arms around my waist and put his head in the crook of my neck, giving me sweet kisses.
"Chris..." I scold, since I really need to sleep and I'm so tired for another round because I thought he was teasing.
"What's the harm in giving you good night kisses?" He whispers, in between kisses.
I think about it, there's a million things wrong with it.
First of all we aren't exclusive, this is simply just a booty call that happens whenever one of us is horny.
Second of all, this sweet boyfriend gesture when he is not my boyfriend, where he looks at me like I'm the only girl in the world and kissing me goodnight does NOT help my big ass crush on him that i can NOT have.
But I'm loving the way he makes me feel, so I say, "there's no harm."
"Did I make your shitty day go away?" He mumbled, kissing my skin.
I nod, he really did make me forget.
I feel him smile against the skin of my shoulder, "Good night, beautiful."
Few minutes later my eyes start to get heavy, and being in Chris's safe embrace knocks me right out.
The last thing I remembered was Chris caressing the skin on my belly with his thumb, once he slowed that down eventually to a stop, I knew he fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up. My arm drooped over Chris's chest. My leg swung over his waist and his arm around my neck hanging down my back.
My eyes fluttered open as the sun beamed through the large windows.
Once I opened my eyes, Chris was in my view. He looked so handsome sleeping, he was an amazing cuddler.
Either that or his mattress is made out of memory form. Because I haven't slept like that in years!
God was he sexy, even his side profile was sexy.
How could he be so perfect?
I was lost in his handsomeness that my phone buzzing pulled me back into reality.
It didn't wake up Chris, but I reached over to grab it.
We have 20 minutes until English starts.
Your dad keeps calling me, did you not go home last night?
I looked at the time on my phone and it was 9:10 am.
I had English class at 9:30am.
Don't answer my dad, I'll handle it.
And with that I jump out of Chris's bed and his hold, as much as I didn't want to.
I grab my clothes and pull my skort up as fast as I could, while yanking my shirt over my head.
I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my backpack and I was out the door.
I always carry a little hygiene bag with an extra toothbrush, some toothpaste, some tampons, some pads, some mouthwash, some hair ties, bandaids.
Chris lives in a building, so once I got to the lobby, I headed straight to the bathroom.
Fixing my hair into a low bun, with some strands out, I had taken out my contacts last night before sleeping with Chris and my other contacts were at home so I guess I had to wear my glasses today.
I was almost ready, I brushed my teeth, sprayed some perfume, splashed cold water on my face, when I noticed what looked like a bruise on my neck.
There were many of them all over my breasts and chest, very small. But the main visible one was on my neck.
"Jeezus, Chris." I mumble, as I take some concealer and dab it on.
It only covered it up, somewhat. But it was now 9:20 and I was going to be late.
My dad was going to kill me.
"Fucking cheap ass concealer!" I shove it back into my bag, as I gather my things and head out of the building.
The school was only one block away but still the campus was huge, there's no way I wasn't going to make it in time.
I look down at my phone where it began to vibrate and a photo of my best friend and I popped up on my screen.
Incoming call from...Ella💗
Y/n: "I know, I know. I'm passing the student center now, I should be there in about 5 minutes."
Ella: "Class is about to start."
Y/n: "Ella, would you relax? He's probably going to be late anyway."
Y/n: "No, he's never late."
Y/n: "Today he might be."
Y/n: "Never mind, why is my dad calling you?"
Ella: "Well did you not go home last night, maybe that's why. Where even were you?!"
Y/n: "I was with you, sleeping over, we were cramming for an exam."
Y/n: "Okay, love you, see you soon."
I end the call with Ella, and answer the next call that was coming through, with a photo of my dad and I when we went on our trip to Mexico when I was 8.
The photo was just him and I, since my mom dipped that year with our neighbor - god knows where she is now.
Incoming call from.... Dad🤍
Dad: "Y/N! Where are you young lady?"
Y/n: "On my way to English class why?"
Dad: "Where were you last night?"
Y/n: "Oh, you didn't remember. Yesterday, I slept over Ella's house we were cramming for an exam. I've been telling you for weeks, about the exam, about the sleepover."
Dad: "Y/n, do not lie to me young lady. Then why is Ella not answering?"
Y/n: "Because she's in lecture, I'm pretty sure you made that rule of no phone usage in lecture hall."
Dad:"Well, next time just remind me again, Y/n. You know how busy I am at this college. Being The Dean is not easy."
Y/n: "Yeah and being the dean's daughter is not easy, either."
Dad: "Listen, honey, I'm sorry for yelling. I hope you have a great day today and I will see you and Wyatt for dinner correct?"
Y/n: "Yeah, sure. Bye, dad."
I hang up on him, passing through people in the halls, I took my time walking. When my stomach rumbled, haven't had anything since Chris made me dinner last night.
I'm almost to my class when I see Brad, some kid I've known since middle school, very annoying but very resourceful.
The Starbucks coffee he had in his hands was just screaming my name. He had just walked out of the Starbucks shop we had here so I knew he hadn't taken a sip yet.
"Hi Brad," I take the cup from his hands, "Bye Brad."
I enter my lecture hall for my English 101 class.
I peep Ella sitting where we've always sat since the beginning of the semester.
Mostly everyone is here, so I quickly walk over and sit in the seat aside from her.
"Dude! You looked like you haven't slept." Was the first thing she told me.
"Cause I haven't, not that long anyway."
I open up my bag and take my laptop out. When I notice Ella is just looking at me.
I tilt my head, "well what?!"
"What did you do?! Did you and Wyatt sneak out?"
She's my best friend and I hated lying to her.
But it was with good reason.
"That explains that poorly covered hickey on your neck." She pokes at it with her cold fingers.
I swat her hand away, "it was an amazing night, " I bite my lip, "you should see the bruises I have on my hips."
She looks at me wide eyed, "damn I didn't know Wyatt was so kinky, you said he lasts like a minute."
I had to cover my mouth to avoid me laughing out loud, if only Ella knew the creator of these hickeys was definitely not my frat boyfriend.
Flashbacks of having Chris ontop of me, all sweaty and grunting made me get all tingling inside.
"Let's just say I'm having some fun with someone else..." I smirk at her.
We laugh together as I pull up my notes from last week for this class.
It was 9:35 and like I said the Professor must be running late....
"Ugh, what's wrong with this professor, he's never late." Ella looks at her Apple Watch and begins to doodle on her notebook.
"Hmm, probably slept in." I smirk, without her noticing.
When the doors open, and the Professor finally walks in.
"If I looked like him I'd be getting laid everyday..." Ella whispers to me, eyeing him up and down.
But this time in some jeans and a tight black shirt with a hat that had the school's logo on it.
He sat his briefcase down on the desk, and looked up and around at all the students.
No one typically answers.
"Ah, c'mon give me some kind of sign that you all can speak." He gives us a dissatisfied look.
"Good morning Professor Evans." Everyone replies.
"It is a good morning indeed, folks...."
He looks up to me where I'm sitting.
"...Sorry I was late, I had a late night last night and I got held up this morning..."
He licks his lips and I just know he's thinking what I'm thinking of.
"...but no worries, it happens right. Now we can get started so take out your books."
"Looks like Professor Evans had a lot of fun last night, too." Ella opens her bag up.
Oh my dear, Ella. If only you knew how many hickeys I left on that man's chest down his beautiful torso. Some new, some just starting to fade away.
Ella kept doodling in her notebook, while I drooled over seeing Chris in jeans. I've only ever seen him in formal attire like suits, and dress pants.
The doors open again, but this time it's my lousy frat boyfriend, Wyatt.
"Mornin, Prof, sorry I'm late." He says, when Chris just stares at him walking up the stairs to where Ella and I were sitting.
"That's the third time this week, 30 points off of an exam, Mr. Wyatt." Chris says loud and clearly.
"Thirty? Jeez, looks like you had an awful morning." Wyatt shoots back.
Chris laughs, crossing his arms, "I actually had an amazing night."
"Why does he hate me?" Wyatt approaches the top, and sits next to me, stepping over Ellas's raised leg.
"Well why are you always late?" I whisper, my face feeling hot as I feel Chris eyeing me from the front of the classroom.
"Don't worry bout it, babe." He goes in for a kiss, "How are you?" but I completely dodge it and kiss his cheek instead.
"Okay, Class. Let's continue with our research unit..."
Chris begins writing on the board, and I jot down notes as best I can but I can't stop thinking about him....
"....let's turn to page 20."
An hour and 15 minutes went by like nothing. I didn't learn anything but how good Chris's ass looks in those jeans.
Wyatt has his arm around me as we step down the stairs of the lecture room.
"Miss Y/n, can you stay for a minute? I have a word about your essay." Chris asks, facing away from me and erasing the important stuff he wrote on the board.
I look over to Wyatt and he kisses me goodbye, walking out with Ella to their next class.
I smirk as I walk over to Chris, he's mad that Wyatt kissed me, but also pulled the lame excuse of wanting a 'word' about my essay.
"You ditched me, again." He whispers, even though we were both alone.
"Not really, I told you I had an early class." I shrug my shoulders, sitting in his desk chair and looking through the papers on his desk just being nosey.
I began spinning myself around in his chair.
"Which is my class, Y/n." He stops my twirling around.
"You're no fun." I pout, while he stops my movements with his hands on each side of the arm rest.
He uses his forefingers to lift my chin to make me face him, "let me take you out to dinner."
I blink up at him, not wanting to process what he's asking me. I just laugh and smile at him.
"What?" He knits his brows together, confused on what's funny.
"You're pussy whipped." I giggle.
Chris rolls his eyes lightly, "I'm serious, Y/n. I wanna treat you to dinner."
"What the fuck are you doing with that kid anyway? Seriously? He's just bones and flesh." He points to the door.
I stand up to look him in the eye.
"Don't tell me you're starting to fall in love," he stays quiet and I have my answer, I laugh, "damn, you got it bad."
"And you don't? You're telling me you don't feel anything when I'm so deep—"
I turn around and cover his mouth.
"—naughty boy. You kiss your mom with that mouth?" I smirk looking at his eyes.
I finally let go of him and walk away, only a short distance, until he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his body, his hand traveling down to grip my ass.
"You're wasting your time with him..."
He says, cradling my face with his other hand.
"You know my dad, your boss, would kill me, he'd kill you."
"I don't care. I wanna be with you, Y/n."
"It won't work, Chris. It just wouldn't work."
"Yes, it would." He argues, "we can make it work."
I roll my eyes, and proceed to walk away from him, "I'm gonna be late for my next class."
He grabs my hand and pulls me once again to him, so hard the small zippers on my backpack were still moving back and forth.
I was caught by surprise when he smashed our lips together. I even moaned quietly at the touch of feeling them again. So soft and warm, sending waves of electricity through my body.
"Mr.Evans? I-I also had something to ask you about my essay," Ella comes bursting through the door, "I-I was wondering if...we....could...look it...over..."
She spaces out her words when she sees Chris devouring me with his mouth in which we had to pull away....
