#its like...you know how Henry Cavill looks good only when they dirty him up? like how hes incredibly unattractive as superman but everyone

[featherymainffins]

Kyle Gallner is somehow capable of looking both hot as hell and whiter than Wonderbread bread and twice as milquetoast at the same time. What do they keep doing with him on sets

[buckyownsmylife]

You and I - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer

Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick,  laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex

Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill

A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar​ for giving this a read for me!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.

I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.

Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.

There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.

I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.

Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.

I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.

I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.

The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.

Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.

“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.

Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.

Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.

My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.

I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.

With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.

“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.

“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”

Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”

I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.

Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.

“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”

I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.

“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.

“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”

The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.

I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.

“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.

“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.

“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn’t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.

Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.

“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.

“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.

“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.

“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.

“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.

“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…

“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.

“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.

“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.

“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.

The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.

“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.

“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.

“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.

Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”

He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”

Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.

“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.

“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”

“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.

“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.

“No.” It was all the permission he needed.

“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.

It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”

Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”

“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.

“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”

Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.

My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.

“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”

“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.

“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?

“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”

“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.

“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.

“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.

I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.

I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”

[littlefreya]

Dirty Henry

Summary: A picnic in the rural forest turns into a steamy game of profanities as Henry decides to demonstrate how he would persuade you to be his.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (2nd person POV)

Word count: 2K

Warning: 18+, smutty smut, oral sex - female receiving, lewd, descriptive profanities that will make your ears burn,praising, outdoor sex, gentle rough sex, creampie. 

A/N: This was requested ages ago: messing around with Henry duri picnic. The dirty talk was inspired by a chat with Wendy. Beta’d by the one and only queen @agniavateira. The Mythology quotes of Apollo and Dapne are based on Wikipedia. *No permission is given of reposting, copying my work or ideas and parts from it and claiming it as your own* 

Feedback is welcome, comment and reblog if you enjoyed. 

Title: Dirty Henry

Honey-coloured leaves floated in the air, flapping tenderly like frail butterflies that danced frivolously in the wind. Lying on your back over a blanket, you watched them as you listened to the rustle of leaves and the water flowing down the small stream nearby.  

Henry’s head rested on your thigh; his smooth baritone stroked your ears in the most satisfying melody you’ve ever heard as he read to from his book.

“...Offended by Apollo’s remarks, Eros has decided to take vengeance on the god. He shot him with a golden arrow, causing him to fall intensely in love with Daphne, the fair river nymph, which he then shot with a lead arrow, imbuing her with pure hatred toward Apollo.”

A small grin peeked at the corners of your lips, your hand reaching to find the dark bundle of curls on his head and began coaxing them around your slender fingers. 

The forest smelled of evergreen mist, mushy lichen, and tranquil tree stumps that had new lifeforms growing on them. On the tip of your nose, you caught Henry’s distinguished scent. His earthy musk called you by your name.  

Henry wiggled slightly on your thigh and cleared his throat before he continued reading.

“Apollo chased the virginal nymph through the thicket, all the while declaring his undying love. When all seemed lost, Daphne cried out and begged her father, Peneus, to save her from Apollo’s unwanted courtship.”

“When a guy is so annoying that you have to turn into a tree in order to get rid of him for good,” you teased while inhaling the alluring scent of the forest.

Henry chuckled lightly, his head bobbing on your leg. He turned on his side and looked at you, his cut cheeks rose to a playful smile. “Well, perhaps all Apollo needed was a chance to show her his true affection to persuade her.”

“Oh, is that so?” you tilted your head to gaze at Henry with amusement, noticing the spark of mischief that shone in his cobalt eyes. He placed the book down on its belly and flipped onto his haunches, planting a kiss on your exposed ankle.   

“Perhaps…” he uttered, the soft pads of his fingers running up the path of your leg like tongues of silk. Your leg jolted at his touch, breaking down to the ground feebly. Henry leaned down, nudging your other leg aside, his mouth was hot and wet around your inner thigh. “...all she needed was for him to show her.”

You nibbled your lip, watching Henry’s dark curls shine between your knees in the scattered daylight. His broad back flexed, taut muscles moved in synergy as he worked through the path to your hidden garden.

“Sometimes, you just need to eat her pussy properly, and she’s yours.” he said huskily. You flushed at his profanities, your cheeks tingling as blood rushed to your head. He had a way with words; they didn’t just sound dirty; they were sin itself, and his rich British accent made even the most sacrilegious statement deeply romantic. 

Henry was well aware of your embarrassment, teasing you for your false chastity. He used his mouth in many talented ways, whispering lust against your enticing flesh to make your ears burn. 

You stared coyly, hugging your breasts like a shy lover, watching him explore you as if you were uncharted territory. 

His tongue embarked through the vale of your body, leaving a wet trail that chilled your skin in the October breeze. You threw your head back and hissed to the canopy of leaves that hid the two of you from the sky. Every touch of his fingers against your flesh set feverish ripples through your skin. Possessive hands grasped at soft the hills of your breasts and squeezed tightly while his lips marked their way below your navel.

He enjoyed this, making you feel so powerless. His deep blue eyes pierced sharply as your head went from side to side like a scared virgin, biting your knuckle as excitement blazed between your sweaty inner thighs. His greedy fingers gripped at the meat of your hips, folding your legs up and splitting them while his head dived in-between.

The soft curls of his hair tickled the naked skin of your apex. Lush and tender kisses dotted the line that led to your core. 

“Henry, please,” you begged, out of breath. His fingers stroked the shape of your womanhood, rimming the gates of your garden with the soft pads of his finger. He laid a kiss on the silk shawl of your clit and an amorous hum spilt from him, appeased at the lusciousness of your skin. 

“I love your cunt, so much.” his words slurred with sultry haze, emphasising the one word that made your muscles sear with embarrassment. You threaded your fingers through your hair and tugged at it as frustration and tension grew across your nerves. 

It was astonishing how vocal he was whilst roping simple words with sinful actions. 

He kissed your cherry, tongue lapping around it slowly before his lips suckled longingly. A deep moan vibrated through the pit of his mouth, making you mewl with blissful little jolts of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Henry murmured as he broke from your clit and moved his lips against the sweet petals of your cunt, his hot breath caressing your succulent fruit. “I’m going to lick every inch of this marvellous pussy, and then fuck you with my tongue.” 

The air vaporised in your lungs; moans didn’t even meet their end, becoming hoarse wheezes, shuddering through the threads of your sinew. Violent tremors made your legs jitter in his grip, had he not held you forcefully they would have fallen aside. 

A low chuckle escaped him as he hooked one of your knees over his shoulder and moved a hand to manipulate your folds. His fingers unwrapped you, pulling your valley open to allow his tongue taste the nectar of your arousal.

Your entire body arched as if possessed, your spine levitating over the surface, desperate howls sent to the sky above. His tongue lingered through your seams, collecting every drop attentively. 

“Be a good girl, and I’ll shove my cock inside you.”

Speech was another one of his powers, enchanting you entirely. You whimpered as his hips bucked against yours in a desperate demand. He would never just fuck you, no, Henry loved to take his time. Foreplay would go for hours if he felt like it, playing with your body until your throat went dry and ached and your bones melted away. 

“You like it, don’t you?” he asked as he ran the snake in his mouth all the way through your swollen crease. “Me going deep inside your sweet little cunny, splitting you open, shooting my load inside you.” 

He expected no answer as you couldn’t form any, but you cried out and ripped turfs of grass in your hands instead. His large tongue sank inside your cunt, invading as deep as possible between the velvet walls. He curled it skillfully, savouring on the taste with a delightful moan. 

Pleasing you gave him just as much bliss. You were made to believe you were ambrosia which he feasted on. 

His mouth mapped your insides, knowing every spot, lavishing it on repeat while your moans increased, turning into hopeless cries. This man has read the language of your body. He knew when you were close and he knew how to prolong his torture- to make it last, to make you scream. 

And scream you did, with tears rolling down your temples, eyes squeezed shut as the stimulation became too much. He sucked on your cunt and plunged his tongue, getting you close and then far again. 

The pleasure bundled at the edge of your core, knotting your muscles from your orgasm. In despair, you squirmed, frustration making you seek for any means to breach through heaven which was just a kiss away. Waving from side to side, you pleaded, but Henry’s large hand slid onto your lower torso, pressing you down to be grounded with nothing but slight force. He limited your movement as he ate you out profoundly, his tongue singing hymns in your depth.

“Henry!” you wailed, unable to withstand his torture. His chin chafed you, his tongue squirmed between your lush lips and just when you thought you were to blackout, he thrust the tip of his into the spot that made you see stars. Your dam broke, your head lifted from the ground as ecstasy spasmed through every nerve, lighting it with an electric charge.

Untethered gasps fell from your mouth, chest heaving up and down as euphoria lingered by. Henry was impatient, his wide waist was already pushed between your spread-open thighs to fulfil his promise. The metallic clanging of his belt was sharp enough to pull you back down, followed by the giant hovering over your small frame and driving into your still-convulsing cavern, sliding in veins and ridges. 

And you felt it all.

A duet of moans played into the forest as your bodies collided. Henry ran deep, bottoming inside and clutching your jaw to the side, praising your neck and cheeks with earnest kisses and grunts that reverberated in your ears.   

“Fuck,” he groaned as he rocked above you back and forth, his thick shaft pulsated blazing-hot amidst the fight your walls put against his invasion. They never stood a chance, he was iron in velvet expanding them with every shove.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he breathed as he slipped in and out in a steady rhythm, “I’m going to come inside you, paint you with my seed.”

His hands seized your face again, his bulging biceps caging your head while he uttered words of praise entangled with obscenities. The threats of what he planned to do with your body, of how good it felt inside you made you wail in an embarrassing pleasure.

“Yes, take it. Take my cock,” he snarled breathlessly. He was heavy above and inside your body, every slam forcing your legs to jerk helplessly in the air and your behind to ache as it mashed beneath the weight of his body. You cried in ecstasy, feeling his entire length pumping in and out. Long, rasping plunges spiralled inside with tingling little tremors that danced in your essence and continued to spread further the tighter he got you. 

Feeling the tightness grow around his shaft he snapped his arms beneath your knees, spreading you wider so he could fuck you vigorously into oblivion. You screamed his name in despair, his grip making you no more than a fucktoy to which he jostled his cock into, back and forth, wet and quick.

And you loved it, you loved feeling like you’re nothing but a slit for him; your entire essence shattered, destroyed by his body, consumed by your love for him. The new position made his sac thud lewdly beneath your slit, and your clit repeatedly ground into his pubic bone. 

The merciless ordeal was too much, seeing Henry above you and herding his moans was too much.

“Henry!!! Fuck! I...”  You were broken in, sobs of pure bliss cracked through your throat as you came undone, bursting with love. Your head rolled back on the ground, and your body locked him in with zeal. Henry groaned, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he felt the suction in you, pulling him deeper like a siren drowning a lost sailor. Your convulsing walls begged for the rich milk of his loins as he fought to delay his pleasure, but lost to the turbulence that overwhelmed him.

Shouting your name, he released himself, gasping hot against the corner of your mouth. You were stuffed full of his cum as he pulled out; he held your legs up and slid your panties back on. 

“I want it to stay,” he explained, “I want you to carry me in your panties all day long.”

He crawled to lie by your side and reached his hand to the book. His finger went into his mouth to dampen it as he turned the page over as if nothing happened.

“Next chapter, Hades and Persephone.” 

[221bshrlocked]

That Southern Hospitality

Pairing: Clark Kent X Reader

Words: 8056 (wow this got out of hand)

Warnings: Awkward encounters. Flannel. Forearms. Smut. Dirty talk. Some kinks that might not apply to you including but not limited to hickies, size difference, age gap, flannel shirts, and finally, cum play (if that’s what it’s called). I’m on my period and I’m horny so leave me alone. 

A/N: Listen I’m not sure what happened here. I was minding my own business one minute and the next thing I know, I’m writing this hella long fic because men in plaid shirts are the death of me (Adam Driver in Blackkklansman) but Clark Kent in a plaid shirt/flannel can rip me to pieces and I’d ask him if he could do it again. I know I have other stories to get to and finish, but I got the inspiration and motivation to write this and I decided it was better than not writing any fics at all. Enjoy this hell that is Henry Cavill inspired. This will be up on AO3 with gifs :) Let me know if my smut is still any good.

Two exams, three research papers, and a shit ton of unnecessary assignments, and here you were doing the laundry because how else would you deal with the stress of this hellish semester. You angrily shoved your second batch of clothes into the washer, occasionally looking at the laptop not too far from you in an attempt to memorize any details of the human chest anatomy. As you measured the bleach and poured it in the washer, you forgot what it was you were reciting in your head, turning to the diagram again and repeating the function of the thymus gland for god knows what time that day. 

So busy with the laundry and making sure you don’t push your laptop over the table by accident, you didn’t notice when someone walked into the room until you stood up and grabbed your orange juice. As you were about to take a sip, you heard someone shuffle behind you before speaking.

“Do you mind if I-” The man didn’t get to finish his question, stepping back when he saw you jump in distress.

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, turning around and not watching where you were stepping as you tried to put space between the two of you. You fell to the floor, your heart hammering in fear before it beat against your chest in anger once you felt the sweet liquid spill all over your shirt. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t-” The man stepped forward and held out his hand to pull you up, his eyes unintentionally descending to your soaking shirt.

“Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you? Trying to give me a heart attack or something?” You took his hand and let him pull you up, grabbing the bottle and its cap before throwing it in the trash. Wiping your face, you were about to say something when you looked up and saw who it was standing with you. Your eyes widened in horror because of course it was the quiet hottie two floors down that had to see you in this rather horrendous circumstance. 

“Believe me I thought you heard me when I walked in but I realized you were probably too invested in that diagram to notice me.” He pointed to your laptop, trying his hardest to avoid looking anywhere below your neck because he really didn’t want to get a boner in these sweatpants. 

“S-sorry about the mess, I’ll clean it up and give you some space.” You smiled nervously at him and were about to move towards the sink when he beat you to it and pulled out some paper towels before placing them on the floor. “Please, let me.” He looked up, his jaws clenching tightly when his eyes saw two hardened peaks teasing him through your wet shirt. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped the floor, knowing very well you caught him staring at your chest. When you did finally follow his gaze and looked down, embarrassment washed over you and you quickly crossed your arms to hide yourself. 

He stood up a moment later and reluctantly turned towards you before looking over to see if his laundry was done. When he saw the timer was down to zero, he blinked at your obvious nervousness, immediately unbuttoning his flannel and taking it off before stepping towards you. He could hear your elevated heart rate and felt bad for causing you so much discomfort. Whatever courage you had left was spent when you looked up at him, and boy did you wish you didn’t because you weren’t sure what was going to cause you to faint first, his cologne, the way his blue eyes dilated at seeing you, or how his chest expanded with each breath he took. 

“I am sorry miss. Here, take this so you could finish your laundry.” He held out his flannel to you and watched as you thought it over before reluctantly grabbing it. Who even looked that good in just a wife beater and some old sweatpants?

“W-what about your laundry?” You questioned him, walking towards one of the corners and hoping he wouldn’t turn around as you changed out of your shirt. You could hear him walk away, the sound of the washer unlocking letting you know he was thankfully a few feet away and couldn’t possibly hear your heartbeat. 

“It’s fine, you can keep that until you’re done.” He quickly took his clothes out of the washer and shoved them in his basket, deciding to fold them back in his place because he really didn’t know what he could do should he stay in the same room with you for another moment. By the time you turned around and grabbed your shirt to put it in the washer, he was just about done grabbing his clothes. And when he didn finally look at you, he lost whatever self control he had left, the handle of the basket breaking under his hold and causing you to blink at him. 

You couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. He looked inconvenienced with his tense jaw and the harsh grasp he had on his basket. But he also had this aura of kindness around him, like a gentle giant kind of vibe. “Wow that’s one hell of a flannel collection you got there.” You cringed at the words as soon as they left your lips but he surprisingly didn’t laugh at you. On the contrary, his shoulders relaxed before he smiled at you.

“I grew up on a farm,” he said nothing else and you weren’t sure why his answer made your stomach churn. So he was a lumberjack basically. A sweet, muscular, introverted lumberjack who for some odd reason, lives in the city. 

“Thank you for this, it saved me going up four floors only to come back down again.” The flannel was long enough to be a dress and you nervously played with the long sleeves, not realizing that the more you touched the fabric, the harder he became in his sweatpants. 

“It’s no trouble, miss.” He was about to walk away when you stepped to him and grabbed his arm to stop him, goosebumps erupting on your skin when you realized just how muscular he is. You immediately took your hand away and waited until he met your eyes before speaking again.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N.” 

“I’m Clark.” He smiled and you watched as his incredibly fine, round ass walked away from you. When you were sure he went up the stairs, you swore quiet loudly as you pulled your phone out to call a friend. You couldn’t care less about school work or how you were standing in a stranger’s flannel that smelled way too fucking good. All you cared about was squealing like a teenage girl about the cute neighbor who didn’t miss a beat and offered his clothes because you had to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him.

Unbeknownst to you, Clark could hear every single word you were saying about him, smiling at the prospect of someone your age gushing about him of all people, an average man who didn’t scream “friendly” to total strangers. Well, he wasn’t average but that didn’t matter. He folded his laundry and continued to eavesdrop on your call, not feeling an ounce of shame because you had so far called him “a greek god,” “a sexy farm boy,” and “a big softie.” Clark honestly wasn’t sure which of these was responsible for the raging hard-on he was suffering from and he didn’t really care because he could hear you compliment his scent to whoever you were on the phone with and he hated how vocal you were about your so-called “attraction” to him. 

By the time you were finished with the phone call, you’d lost all hope of retaining any new information about the human body. Then again, if it were up to you, you could have studied his body. For science of course. All the time you were switching out your clothes and absent-mindedly scrolling through your notes, you couldn’t help but bring the flannel up to your nose, taking in deep breaths and relaxing as his musky scent hit your nostrils.

“Fucking hell he smells good.” You whispered to yourself, feeling the sudden urge to reach down and scratch that itch that’s been bothering you ever since he walked in. And you really were about to do it, had it not been for the drier letting you know your clothes are clean.

So much for wanting to get some studying done. 

You collected your things and made your way up the stairs, halting at the second floor and looking at Clark’s door. It wasn’t that you were a stalker or anything. You just saw him a couple of times returning from work. Granted you’d stare at his ass for a few seconds but you didn’t purposely seek him out. You looked at your clothes and thought to just give him his flannel back but you immediately shook your head, ascending the stairs quickly before you changed your mind. 

Clark was writing a new article when he heard your steps slow down and stop at the top of the stairs. He slowly stood up and approached the door, looking past the wood and watching as you silently debated on something before you thought against it and ran up the stairs. He smiled to himself, knowing he was right and that you wouldn’t return his plaid shirt just yet. 

As soon as you got back to your apartment, you folded your clothes and paced around the empty living room. A heavy sigh made its way past your throat and you looked down at the shirt, wanting very much to relieve your stress but knowing there wasn’t time for that self-care session. You put the kettle on and decided to force yourself to get something done before the sun set. If you weren’t going to memorize that shit then you were certainly going to finish some of the other assignments. 

Surprisingly, you managed to finish one of the research papers by eight and you lounged on your couch and listened to some jazz music as you wrote the discussion responses and questions for your other classes. You were happy that you’d only had the two research papers and the exams to study for. Rubbing your eyes, you managed to shut your laptop before rolling on the couch, staring out your curtains before taking a deep breath. 

And that’s when it hit you.

It was such a stupid thought but for some reason, you genuinely believed you managed to finish all of this studying because of what you were wearing. You looked down at the shirt and pulled it to your nose for god knows what time that day, taking a deep breath before letting your mind wander to the little encounter from earlier. 

You’ve had several crushes before but never like this. Not ones that made you feel peaceful at least. Maybe after this semester was over, you’d muster up the courage to ask him out. But what if he had someone already? How awkward would that be? Surely someone with his manners and looks had a girlfriend, a boyfriend even. 

You didn’t dwell on that for too long, not wanting to grow sad at the prospect of missing your chances with a guy like him. You let your thoughts run over until you fell asleep, not realizing that Clark was also having a hard time riding his mind of you. 

You hoped you could run into him again to avoid the awkward encounter of knocking on his door and giving him his shirt but that never happened. Somehow, you couldn’t get a sight of him for the rest of the week, which was strange considering how often you managed to get a glimpse of the man. And you noticed you’d started to stress out again when you realized his scent grew incredibly weak, the flannel no longer bringing you peace of mind as it has for the past few days. 

There were only five days left and even though you had turned in all your research papers and taken one exam (and miraculously passed it), you still felt like shit. Five days to study for an exam should have been a Christmas gift compared to some of the schedules you had to deal with for the past two years, but you didn’t feel like studying and you hated that you knew what was keeping you from focusing. 

You distracted yourself with numerous things, buying unnecessary clothes and accessories online and even calling your friend and asking her what show you could binge watch next.

“Fuck this shit,” you threw your pillow across the room and grabbed your phone, ordering some take out before pulling up all of your human anatomy notes in an attempt to study again. You looked around your apartment and saw the plaid shirt on the other end of the couch, rolling your eyes at the sudden need to wear it because if that meant you could focus even for a few minutes, you were definitely going to put it on. 

A few minutes passed and you were still on the same diagram, swearing out loud when you heard the doorbell ring. 

“Well that was quick,” you grabbed a five dollar bill to tip the driver, unlocking the door and pulling it harder than intended. 

And then you forgot how to breathe for a second because shit shit shit Clark was standing in front of you and you were wearing his shirt and he was looking you up and down and fuck this was not okay. You silently cursed yourself because he was definitely going to think you were weird for wearing it when you had your own damn clothes. 

“Hey,” was the only thing Clark managed to say because his neurons decided to misfire and not form a proper sentence. Goddamn his clothes looked so much better on you.

“H-hi.” 

Clark cleared his throat and pretended he wasn’t gawking at you, holding out a few letters and waiting until you took them before he said anything else. 

“These were in my box by accident. Sorry about that. I think a few of them might be late, I haven’t been here all week.” You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down before he pushed up his glasses and finally looked at you. 

“Oh, thank you. Was it vacation week or something?” Of all the things you could have asked to not sound pathetically desperate, that should have been the last of them. 

“Far from it, I was on an assignment and I had to go to Gotham to interview some businessman for the Daily Planet. Just got back.” He fixed the strap of his bag before shoving his hands in his pockets and such a simple gesture shouldn’t have made you drool but here you were. 

“You’re a reporter?” Somehow, that made sense but it was weird to see someone who grew up on a farm come to the city and take the oddest job. 

“Yeah.”

“That sounds nice.” You didn’t know what else to say, awkwardly shifting on your feet and hoping he’d continue the conversation for your sake. 

“It is most of the time, but then you have to sit down with eccentric billionaires and then it’s not so fun anymore.” Clark remarked and he was struck with a soft chuckle that almost made him lose his balance. 

“Let me guess, the infamous Bruce Wayne wasn’t as charming as everyone says he is.” You took a step forward and leaned against the door frame, noticing the way Clark stepped closer to you as well. 

“How did you know?” Clark said with a hint of sarcasm and you shook your head before looking past him and silently cursing when you saw the delivery guy approaching you.

“I’ve got an order for Y/N.” The young man took one look at Clark before he knew it was best for him to just deliver the food and leave. 

“Here, thank you so much.” You handed him the tip and smiled when he waved back at you.

“I’ll leave you to eat then,” Clark was about to walk away when you reached out and stopped him.

“Or you could come in? I ordered way too much food anyway.” You hoped you weren’t being too forward with him and let out a breath when he turned around and faced you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.” 

“You’re not.” You said way too quickly to your liking but knew it was worth it when he sent you that dashing smile again. He walked in and set his bag down before following you to the living room. 

“Make yourself at home,” you set down the food on the table in front of the couch before walking to the kitchen to grab a few plates and some drinks. When you walked back and handed him the beer to open until you brought out all the food, he raised an eyebrow at you and asked the question he’d been wanting to ask ever since he saw you.

“Are you old enough to be drinking this?” He asked jokingly and hoped you didn’t find his question too weird.

“Hey hey I’ll have you know I am not as young as I look.” You playfully raised your voice and watched as he held his hands up in defeat.

“Just want to make sure I’m not breaking the law or anything.” 

“I’m about to turn 23 so relax.” You sat down next to him, shoving the laptop to the side and grabbing the beer from his hand before rolling your eyes at him.

“So you are as young as you look then!” Clark hoped his tone still held some playfulness because he didn’t want you to know how turned on he was because of the age gap. Not that he expected anything. 

“I’m old enough…” You let the words hang in the air, pretending you were focusing on splitting the food evenly between the two of you. Clark narrowed his eyes at you before shifting them towards the bit of skin peaking through the buttons of his shirt. 

Fuck, his shirt. 

“Thanks for this, I definitely wouldn’t have bothered to cook for myself tonight.” He broke the silence, trying to think of anything but you wearing that shirt around the apartment. And he really didn’t want to picture you going to sleep in it. 

“Of course, I gotta return a bit of that southern hospitality after all.” You took a bite of the food and were about to say something when he beat you to it.

“And here I was thinking you could have just returned the shirt.” Of all the things you thought he was going to say, that was definitely not one of them because as far as you knew, he was not a confrontational man.

“I- uhhh, I was going t-”

“Relax sweetheart, I’m just teasing.” You almost choked on the food when he winked at you and you hoped to the almighty he wasn’t just pulling your leg. If your friend was here, she would have probably told you to play hard to get. But you were tired, and you didn’t think Clark was the kind of guy to enjoy that. He was older than you after all and he probably didn’t enjoy that childish behavior.

“Honestly, your shirt managed to help me with my stress.” When he said nothing and continued to stare at you, you decided you should probably apologize. “Sorry that sounded weird. Here I am being super creepy when you were just being nice. Probably don’t need this drama anyway.” You moved to get up and were about to head toward your room when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back down. 

“Don’t. You’re being honest. It’s a breath of fresh air actually.” You weren’t sure what made your heart race, the way he was looking at you or the warm fingers he had still wrapped around your wrist. You smiled all the same, nodding awkwardly before reaching for your laptop. You touched the mouse bar so the screen didn’t sleep and turned your attention to Clark again.

“Still studying the anatomy?” Clark pointed to the screen, finishing up his food and thanking you for it before standing up to throw away the empty boxes.

“I actually stopped studying for it this past week. Had other more important assignments and exams to finish. You sure you don’t want any more?” You closed the two other boxes and followed him to the kitchen, placing the boxes in the fridge before grabbing the plates and forks to place in the sink.

“I’m good thank you. When is this exam then?” He stood at the sink and folded his sleeves, the action not going unnoticed by you. When you looked up and saw that he was staring at you, you cleared your throat and went to the table to clean the rest of the things. 

“It’s in five days and I really couldn’t care less because if I have to memorize one more fucking muscle, I’m going to lose my shit.” Clearing away everything, you washed your hands as well and followed him back to the couch, pretending you weren’t checking out his thighs that were currently spread out across his seat. Fuck he looked good.

“Maybe I can help with that.” Clark said before he could think twice about the bizarre idea

“How? Do you secretly know Professor Stevens and could talk to him for me so I don’t have to take the exam?” You jokingly asked, scrolling through the powerpoint to try and see which group you had to study next. When you didn’t hear a response and looked up, you saw Clark staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t quite understand. 

“I sadly don’t know Professor Stevens, but I’ve heard that it’s easier to study these things when you have a real life example to map out.” There wasn’t an inch of hesitance in his words and Clark was finding it very hard to keep a straight face when you looked so flustered. 

“Is this where you tell me you’re secretly a serial killer and I’m about to become one of your cadevers?” You tried to diffuse the sudden tension growing between you two but Clark never once dropped his gaze, setting his beer down on the table before standing up and rolling down his sleeves.

“No, but I am a willing participant and I will gladly be your example.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, pulling his blue and green plaid shirt out of his jeans before unbuttoning the front, all the while making sure you never looked away. 

By the time he was finished, you could feel how soaked your panties were and you hoped he didn’t notice you shift in your seat. When he smiled, you knew he did.

“Oh,” you whispered when he opened his shirt and took it off, leaving him in the wife beater and tight, dark jeans. You took a deep breath to try and relax your mind but then he pulled the white material out of his jeans in one swift move and you were left staring at his incredibly muscular, slightly hairy chest that had you wanting to jump his bones right away. 

He sat down again, this time much closer to you. You cleared your throat before turning to your laptop and scrolling to the diagram about the bones, looking it over before facing Clark again and silently asking him if you could move closer. When he raised an eyebrow and nodded at you, you cleared your throat before taking his arm and pulling it on your lap. 

You should’ve known it would be heavy considering how muscular he was but nothing prepared you for how soft his arm would be, even with all the hair. This was not the time to be horny and yet here you were, wanting to do something else with his fingers. 

Softly, you took his hand and rested it on your lap, tracing his fingers as you called out the different bones on the limb. “Phalanges…metacarpals…c-carpals.” You spent a little bit longer on his wrist, turning it up before softly passing over the veins of his arms. When you realized you weren’t actually moving over the bones, you blinked rapidly before continuing to his arm. His arm was now rating completely on your lap and although his hand was facing the ceiling, you couldn’t help but feel like he was purposely making sure he was touching the skin of your thighs. 

Dismissing the wild thought, you applied pressure with one hand on his ulna while the other passed over the hair of his arm and mirrored your actions but on his radius. When you looked up, you saw Clark’s piercing blue eyes staring into yours, not bothering to hide his obvious fascination with your lips before looking down to where you were touching him. You swallowed the lump in your throat before moving your hand to the humerus, not bothering to linger on his arm because you knew very well which bones that was. 

Before you could convince yourself not to, you decided the hell with being appropriate, hands continuing their journey up to his shoulders before lingering over the clavicle, finding it incredibly sexy because it was protruding. And when your other hand moved to his chest and splayed across the center, you made sure to never look away from his suddenly dilated pupils, pushing on the hard center and whispering “sternum.”

“You’re doing pretty well darling…don’t know why you’re worried about this exam.” Clark’s jaw was tense and you knew he was as affected by you as you were by him. 

“I’m more worried about muscle groups if I’m being honest.” You replied breathlessly, not expecting him to reach over and pull you on his lap. You gasped before settling down on him, not bothering to be sly when you moved your hips and found him hard beneath you.

“Get up close and personal Y/N, I don’t mind.” Clark smiled when you grabbed his arm and brought it close to you again, tracing the forearm and whispering the muscles as you touched each of them. “Flexor carpi ulnaris…E-extensor carpi radialis longus…ah fuck.” You couldn’t take it anymore, swearing when you felt his other hand grasp your thighs and squeeze them. 

“Focus,” he dared to warn you, chuckling when you narrowed your eyes at him in warning. 

You continued to move your fingers on his arm, no longer shying away from feeling him up a bit more. As soon as you reached his biceps and named the muscle, Clark was flexing beneath you, the small reflex turning you on way more than it should have. You lingered on his biceps a bit more than you should have and Clark noticed, the fingers of the arm you were studying wrapping around your upper arm before jerking you in his arms.

“I said focus.” His tone was dangerous and you couldn’t help the little drag you took across his thighs. Clark looked down at you before raising his eyebrows, his chest expanding with pride because your self-control was slipping just as his.

“D-deltoid,” you passed over his shoulders before finally reaching where you’ve wanted to touch him for so long. As soon as you placed both of your hands over his chest and whispered “pectoralis,” Clark was wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him, lips crashing against yours so aggressively you almost thought you broke your teeth. He was hungry to touch you, his arms not letting up once as he devoured your mouth. When you tried to pull away to breathe, Clark moaned against you, fingers pushing the back of your head towards him so he could suck on your tongue. 

A few seconds later, he finally realized the two of you needed to breathe, letting go before continuing his attack down your neck. You found yourself pushing your body to him, sighing and moaning when you felt his teeth nip and suck on whatever skin he had access to.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do you have…any idea, how sexy you look in my shirt?” He paused in between words to kiss your neck before deciding he wanted your mouth again. You didn’t have much choice, giving yourself over to him and not bothering to attempt to have any control of the man beneath you. To say you were surprised by how needy and bold he suddenly was would have been the understatement of the century. 

“God damn baby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you last week. Not when you looked so embarrassed with these pretty tits begging me to get an eyeful of’em.” He leaned down and bit you through the shirt, not caring how ridiculous he probably looked. 

“Ohh Clark…please.” You weren’t sure what it was you were begging him for and you couldn’t care less.

“What do you want darling? I’ll give you anything you want. You’ve been such a good little sweetheart, wearin’ my shirt all week long. Were you Y/N?” You didn’t realize he was asking a question until he pulled away and lightly smacked your ass, begging you to answer him.

“Wh-what?”

“I asked, were you wearin’ my shirt all week?” 

“Oh god fuck, yes. Yes I was.” You tried to get out of his grasp to touch him but he didn’t let you, teh vice grip he had around your waist letting you know he wasn’t planning on letting up anytime soon.

“Such a pretty darling. Tell me Y/N, why didn’t you give it to me when you were done?” Before you could answer him, Clark was maneuvering you around, and for some reason, you were still surprised by the sheer power this man had because he handled you as if you weighed nothing. You found yourself buried under the hunk of flesh, and although you should have felt somewhat claustrophobic, you didn’t. On the contrary, you felt safe surrounded by him.

“I- it’s going to sound stupid.” You tried to distract him because you were afraid he’d think you were weird. 

“Please, baby. Tell me.” The man cooed in your ears and you were amazed by how soft he was being when a moment ago, he was just about ready to devour you.

“Y-you smell nice…your cologne, it helped me get work done. A-and I slept better when I wore it. Made me feel safe.” You couldn’t look at him, not wanting to drive him away by your obsession. You did only meet a week ago. 

You took his silence for disgust and were about to push him away when he crushed you with his weight, stopping all thoughts of wanting to get away from him.

“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” As soon as you looked into his eyes, Clark was pushing you further into the couch, his lips savoring every inch of your own, biting and engulfing them like a madman.

“Shouldn’t have gone to Gotham. Should’ve stayed here and tried to ask you out.” He was babbling nonsense, taking both of your hands in his and raising him high above your head. 

“Oh god Clark…”

“Have dinner with me baby?”

“Yes anything. I’ll do anything you want me to do…j-just don’t stop. Please don’t stah-ahh,” you screamed in surprise when you heard buttons clattering across the floor, looking down at the ruined shirt before attempting to focus on Clark.

He was smiling devilishly at you, maintaining eye contact as he ripped the rest of the shirt before giving your newly exposed skin some attention. The man somehow was becoming sexier by the second and you had a feeling tonight would be a night you’d never forget.

He kissed up your stomach, licking the valley between your breasts before winking at you. Before you could beg him to not do the same with your bra, he was already ripping it in half, not bothering with your little whines as he attacked your nipples. You were a moaning mess beneath him, his name like a prayer on your lips as he sucked and bit and pinched your hardened peaks. 

Clark continued his assault on you, not caring that you were shaking in his arms at this point. You were torn between looking down at him and throwing your head back to enjoy the sensations coursing through you. He moaned and growled as he sucked and pinched your nipples harder, occasionally jutting his hips and showing you just how much he wanted to have you.

It was so little, crept up on you without you noticing. Almost as if it was forced out of you. At a particular thrust of his hips, you were arching your back and pushing your breasts into his face, swearing and screaming his name until he slowly eased you down from your little high.

“Did…did you just-” Clark didn’t move a muscle, his cock finally catching up with his brain because did he just make you come without even touching your pussy?

“C-clark.” You sighed his name, looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes when you suddenly realized what just happened. 

Before you could attempt an apology at how pathetic your body was, Clark was sitting up and trying to take his pants off. When you saw him fumbling through the simplest of tasks, you felt heated and proud to have made this man a mess, unbuckling his belt and throwing it away before pushing down the zipper and trying to kick his pants down. He barely managed to take off his shoes and socks, marveling at how soft and warm your hands were against his skin as you dragged his jeans down his legs. 

“I need you, please. I need you inside me Clark. Now.” You begged insistently, no longer bothered by how needy this man made you. He nodded frantically and was about to pull down his boxer briefs when he remembered something. You watched him look around for something, furrowing your eyebrows at him before you realized what it was he wanted. “On the pill.” You half-yelled at him, not wanting to waste anymore time because you were so close to finally having him. He nodded at you and quickly got rid of his boxers, standing up and watching as your facial expression hardened and fear washed over your skin. 

“Oh fuck,” you swore louder than you intended, eyes shifting from his leaking cock to his face. How the hell were you going to fit that in you?

“Shit, baby don’t look at me like that. W-we can stop. I could just-” Clark tried to slow down, not wanting to hurt or even scare you in any way. 

“You kidding me? I’ve only been thinking about you fucking me senseless ever since I saw you. You’ll fit, it’ll be tight but y-you’ll fit. Just- just be gentle…go slow.” Your words slowed down as you became less and less positive that he was, in fact, going to fit his cock inside you and you watched as it twitched between his legs with every comment you said. 

“Fuck, don’t say things like that darling.” Clark was slowly losing himself in you, but he really didn’t want to let that affect him in any other way. He leaned down slowly, pulling you up until you were standing on one foot before turning you around in his arms and laying back on the couch with you on top of him. 

“Come here Y/N.” He whispered in your ears, wanting to feel your weight on top of him to remind him of how fragile you were in his arms. 

“Clark, I-” You turned your head to try and look at him, shutting your eyes when you felt his hands roaming your body. 

“Shhh sweetheart I got you. I’ll go slow, won’t even hurt you. But you have to promise that, ah fuck, i-if you do feel like you can’t do this, tell me. Don’t wanna lose you Y/N.” You weren’t sure what made you shudder, how kind he was even when he was painfully hard, or how he was making sure to let you know this wasn't just sex for him.

You nodded against him, spreading your legs across his thighs and looking down to see where his hands stopped. He made small circles around the outer lips of your pussy, groaning in your ears when he felt how wet and hot you were for him.

“Ready for me?” Clark reluctantly asked, waiting until you hummed your approval before grabbing his cock and inching the leaking tip into your pussy. He stopped moving when he felt you throw your head back against him, about to ask you if it was too much when you grabbed his hand and moved it towards your center, where you were joined. 

“F-fuck ahh Clark, y-you can keep going.” You barely managed to say to him, focusing on your lower muscles and trying to loosen up a bit to get used to him. Clark on the other hand was having a hard time, in more ways than one, trying to not shove his dick all the way inside of you. But when he heard your little plea, he couldn’t deny you anything, thrusting up into you and waiting until you adjusted to him stretching you out before moving again.

Within minutes, you were a mess above him, repeating his name over and over as you felt his cock reach so deep inside you while his hand circled around your clit.

“Fucking hell Y/N, you’re so tight. So warm and tight…such a good darling aren’t you?” He whispered words of encouragement in your ears, continuing to slowly buck his hips up into you as his hands touched your skin. 

“Clark, you feel so good…stretching me out like no one else. I- oh god ohh my god yes right there, I’ve never had big cock like you before.” You were sure he was going to split you in half and the thought of him destroying you made you even wetter. You could hear him pushing in and out of you, your juices letting him slide in easier than a few minutes before.

“Yeah baby just like that, keep taking my cock. You’re so good to me darling…made for me. Could spend hours inside you Y/N, if you only let me.” Clark kissed your shoulders before biting and sucking red marks across your neck, wanting to touch you anywhere he could reach. 

You finally managed to turn your head around enough to look at him, forcing your eyes to open and gasping when you could barely make out the blue of his orbs. You leaned down and kissed him, holding onto the hand snaked around your thighs and pleasuring you before you felt a different kind of heat spread inside you. 

Clark came with a growl, holding you down to him as he continued to fuck you. You fisted your hands around the couch, shaking in his arms when you felt him harden even more inside you. 

“Clark, you…did you-”

“Please baby, can I keep fucking you? Please, you feel like heaven.” You were sure you died and went to a different reality because this man did not have a refractory period and was probably going to be the death of you.

“Yes, fuck, yes okay just- I need to look at you, touch you, move with you.”

“Shit yeah alright I can do that, let me.” Clark slowly sat up, pulling you off of him and wincing when the cold air hit his skin. He didn’t give you a chance to get used to being empty, immediately pulling you onto his lap and lowering you down on his still hard cock before leaning up to kiss you. You hissed at the stretch again, distracting yourself with his lips and the flexing muscles beneath your hands to not think of how deep he was reaching inside of you.

Supporting your weight on him, you started riding him at a slightly quicker pace, wanting to come on his cock just once before he continued to use you to get off. 

“Come on Y/N, want to feel this pretty little cunt come ‘round me. Please darling, will you give me that? Will you come around me? So..f-fucking good,” Clark reached around and grabbed your ass, finding it incredibly sexy that you were scratching his chest to release some of that tension you felt from having him stretch you out.

Hearing him begging you to come around him was probably what had done it.. Or perhaps it was the way his muscles rippled beneath you each time you sought out his skin for support. It didn’t matter in the end because Clark fucked you through your orgasm, whispering nonsensical things in your ears and waiting until you returned to your senses before he asked you a question.

He remained motionless to not distract you, pulling you to his chest to kiss you again before nuding you to answer him.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom?” Clark asked, perhaps the third or fourth time, chuckling against you when you just nodded and wrapped your limbs around him. He carefully stood up, refusing to pull out while trying to not hurt you and push in any further. You didn’t show any sign of discomfort when he stood to his full height, slowly walking around the table towards the only hallway in the apartment. 

When he did get to your room, he wrapped his arms around your back and made sure to lay down on the bed without breaking the hazy spell you were under. When he was sure you were comfortable, he supported his weight on his arms and pulled away from your neck to get a better look at you. 

He found you smiling and staring back at him, hands moving his sweaty hair away from his handsome face while the other one still held onto his arms. 

“Clark.” The way you said his name twisted something in his stomach and he knew that he couldn’t possibly go on without telling you his secret. He didn’t want to risk putting your life in danger, but something told him you’d be willing to take that chance for him. At least he hoped he was worth it to you.

“Y/N, I-”

“Please, move…let me make you feel good baby.” You cut him off, knowing he was probably trying to say something that didn’t need to be addressed anytime soon.

And my god, when he did start thrusting into you again, it was like you found the answer to a question you never knew you had. He was so gentle, kissing you everywhere and smiling when he saw the dazed expression aimed at him. He continued to whisper sweet things in your ear, occasionally pinching your nipples or rubbing your clit with his navel. 

You arched your back against him, feeling the familiar tug in your lower stomach but wanting to wait until he came with you. You could tell Clark was chasing after his orgasm because his grunts grew louder and his rhythm faltered. His arms moved from caging you in to grabbing your neck and pushing you up to him so he could kiss you. In the end, it was his neediness that pushed you over the edge, crying out his name as you felt him thrust into you one, two, three times before you felt the familiar heat fill your insides.

Had you had one functioning neuron, you would have marveled at how much more he came the second time around. But you didn’t.

The both of you stayed wrapped around each other until Clark realized that should he stay inside you any longer, he would probably go for round three, and the last thing he wanted was to freak you out by how long he could go. 

When he finally forced himself to pull out, he swore under his breath at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and before he could stop himself, he was pushing his cum back into your cunt, smirking with pride when your legs shook and you winced at the thick fingers pushing in and out of you.

Clark, however, was surprised when he didn pull his fingers out and watched as you grabbed his wrist and pulled the two digits into your mouth, never losing eye contact as you licked and sucked his fingers till they were clean.

“You’re going to be the death of me Y/N.” Clark smiled before falling to the side and wrapping his arms around you. You sighed happily, looking up at him as you traced shapes around his chest. 

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Clark asked to make sure you weren’t feeling any discomfort. 

“Pretty sure I won’t be able to walk for the next few days but fuck me it was worth it.”

“Careful what you wish for Y/N.” Clark warned and you laughed against him before you snuggled into his embrace. 

A few minutes passed in silence before you realized you needed to ask him what’s been on your mind ever since he walked into your apartment.

“You aren’t put off by my age are you?” Clark looked quizzically at you before pushing up to his elbows, making sure you knew he was giving you his undivided attention. You continued to play with his chest hair, refusing to look at him when you elaborated. “I just know that…well, sometimes, older guys don’t take younger girls too seriously and..what I wanted to tell you was-”

“This wasn’t just sex to me Y/N. I want to go on dates with you. I want to take you out to galas we have at work. I want to help you out when you’re too stressed or when you need to vent about something. I want to be here with you. If anything, I feel like you deserve someone your age.” Clark combed back your hair, taking the hand on his chest and bringing it to his lips before kissing it over and over again.

“I don’t think I can find anyone my age that’ll make me feel as safe as you make me.” Clark would never get used to hearing you admit you feel safe with him. It did something to him knowing you weren’t one to shy away from vocalizing your thoughts and emotions. 

“You mean you won’t find a guy who’ll let you steal his shirts and walk around with them.” You punched his chest and allowed yourself to breathe again because now that you got this off your chest, you could be sort of normal again. 

Clark was about to say something when he felt you trace his skin again, the hairs on his arms feeling standing up at your obvious attraction to him. He wasn’t a vain man, far from it, but he felt happy that you were pleased with him. 

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.”

“What? I’m just reviewing for the exam. You don’t want me to fail do you?” You asked playfully, hoping to god he didn’t feel weird by how much you wanted to touch him.

“By all means, review.” Clark laid his head over his arms, flexing the muscles you were currently “studying” before looking down and raising an eyebrow at you. “But I’m not responsible for what’s to follow.”

“Is that a promise or a warning?”

In the blink of an eye, Clark was shoving himself between your legs, shamelessly rolling his hips against your wet core and not caring that you probably needed some rest before you went for it again.

“It’s just my southern hospitality darling.”

[keanureevesisbae]

sugar sugar - september.

Summary: Their one year anniversary of when the two of them met is around the corner.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: OH, WE’RE GETTING REAL DIRTY HERE. THIS MIGHT’VE BEEN THE FILTHIEST SHIT I’VE EVER WRITTEN. Usual sex, the use of a vibrator and remote, slight anal play 👀(i know, it just happened -- they wanted to, i had no say in this)

Wordcount: 6.8k 

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Previous chapter //

September 1st 2 p.m.

Henry pushes my underwear back to its place, as he licks his lips. He pulls my dress down and leans back in his office chair, while I sit on his desk, still catching my breath from the mind blowing orgasm. ‘Have I told you that you taste delicious?’

‘You might’ve mentioned it a few times,’ I chuckle. ‘Thank you for keeping me a bit decent this time. I’d like to continue working, without looking like a hot mess.’ I button up the top of my dress, before I run my fingers through my hair.

‘Have I told you then that I love your breasts?’ he says, looking slightly disappointed because he can’t see them anymore as they are now covered by the black lace bra.

‘You did as well.’ I slide off the desk and sit on his lap. ‘Daddy, I love you.’

‘Oh, do I love hearing those words from you. Daddy loves you too, baby. So much.’

‘Will you do that forever?’

He nods. ‘Forever and ever. I’m literally this close of calling it a day here in the office, so I can make love to you the entire time, kiss your beautiful body and love you endlessly.’

As wonderful as that might sound, I realize something. ‘I have to do some things in the archives and you have a meeting.’

He nods, as a telling grin appears on his face. He opens his drawer and says: ‘I’ve got a gift for you.’ He grabs a box and I stare at it, trying to read what it says.

‘Is that a vibrator?’ I ask.

‘And a remote control for me,’ he adds. ‘You comfortable with wearing it right now?’

Oh my, he sure knows how to spend his money and I am more than comfortable to wear it right now.

I simply nod, as I sit back on the desk again. He pulls the small vibrator out of the box and orders me to spread my legs. He lubricates the device between my wet lips, before teasing my entrance with its tip. I tightly hold the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white and a soft moan escapes my lips when he pushes it in.

‘Baby girl, the rules are simple,’ he whispers. ‘I’m in control and you don’t touch it.’

‘Okay.’

Henry places my underwear back. ‘I only have one more meeting. After that I’ll pick you up, so we can go home.’ When I get off his desk, he cups my ass in his hands. ‘Be a good girl for me now, okay?’

‘I’m always a good girl.’

He nods. ‘You sure are, baby girl,’ he agrees, patting my butt, causing me to squeal, ‘you sure are.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry hasn’t turned on the vibrator yet, which almost makes me assume it doesn’t work. I clench around the vibrator, before rubbing my thighs together, hoping to create some friction, but it’s not enough.

Gosh, I never imagined me being this dirty at work.

Becky: Daddy, you sure it isn’t broken?

Daddy 🥰: A little patience, baby girl

Almost on cue, I feel the vibrations inside of me and I gasp, while nearly crushing the pencil in my hand. Oh, shit, this is intense.

Henry is a real tease, because he switches it up in intensity, before turning it off and on again. I try to concentrate on the papers, but the vibrations are nearly making me orgasm. I’m about to reach my high, when the door opens and the vibrations stop.

I hesitantly look up, to—thankfully—spot Henry standing in the doorway. He looks so deliciously handsome, with his jacket in his hand, leaning with his shoulder against the doorframe. his hand in his pocket, probably where the remote is. ‘Look at you,’ he notes. ‘You’re keeping it remarkably together, baby girl. Come here, we’re leaving.’

I grab my stuff and on wobbly legs I approach him. His hand slides in between my thighs, pushing aside my underwear and a satisfied grin appears on his face.

‘Good girl, you never disappoint.’

I shouldn’t beam with pride hearing those words leaving his lips, but I can’t help but giggle.

We walk towards the elevator and thankfully we’re alone, because he turns it on again. I press my legs together, as I hold onto his wrist. ‘Does it feel good, baby girl?’ he asks me.

‘It does, it really does,’ I whimper.

The second we reach the garage, Henry turns it off again and while I’m severely out of breath, I walk next to him to the car. Before I can get in, he places his jacket on the pink seat. ‘You’ll make a mess, I just know it.’

Becky, please don’t blush, please don’t.

I step in the car, after handing him my bag and other stuff, so he can place it in the back. When he finally sits in the car, he doesn’t start up immediately. ‘Take off your underwear, baby.’

We’re doing that again? I do what he tells me to and he pushes it in his pocket. ‘Daddy, please,’ I whisper, ‘I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Figured,’ he chuckles, before driving off. The anticipation and suspense of not knowing when he’ll turn it on again, is nearly killing me. With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on his lap with the remote in between his fingers, he soars through the busy streets. He teases the shit out of me. He loves toying with the speeds and I squirm in the seat. However, every time I’m close to my high, he notices (no matter how hard I try to deny it) and turns it off again.

When we’re in the parking lot underneath our building, he pushes his seat back. ‘Sit on daddy’s lap,’ he says.

Eh, is he sure? ‘But…’

‘Listen to me, baby girl,’ he says, ‘no one can see you here. This is my private parking spot, remember?’ Ever since our little safe word incident, he has developed a hawk eye for every bit of discomfort.

And it’s true, I can’t deny it. His parking spot is secluded and no one can come here, let alone see us. Nothing for me to worry about. I step on his lap and he smiles. ‘What?’

‘I was right,’ he chuckles, ‘you did make a mess on my jacket.’

I notice the wet patch on the fabric and bite my lip. ‘I’m sorry,’ I mumble.

‘It was an old jacket anyways, so there is nothing to apologize for,’ he growls, unbuttoning the top of my dress, pushing it off my shoulders, before unclasping my bra. He tosses the black material to the side. ‘Daddy wants to hear you, okay?’

He turns it on and I grab his shirt and fist the material. The familiar feeling coils up in my stomach. ‘Daddy, I’m close.’

‘Already?’ he says in a teasingly tone. ‘Cum all over my lap, angel, it’s okay.’

It’s words like this that makes me clench around the vibrator even harder and it’s all I need. My juices gush passed the vibrator, while I shake in his arms and white spots appear in front of my eyes. ‘Turn it off, turn it off,’ I cry out and he listens to my pleads. I pant against his cheek, as his fingers draw soothing circles on my leg.

He presses kisses on my temple and whispers: ‘You did good for me, baby.’ He tugs on the string of the vibrator and I whimper as it suddenly exits me. He places it on his jacket, before pulling out his hardened cock. He nudges his tip near my entrance and I sink on him. ‘Oh shit, you feel so good around me.’

‘I’m tired, daddy.’

‘I know you are, but listen to me: I want you to ride daddy’s cock, but don’t you worry a thing, okay? I’ll help you out.’

He nearly rips the dress off of my body, revealing my entire naked form to him. His hands firmly hold my hips and I bounce on his cock. My eyes roll back, as my moans and his grunts fill the car. I sob of pleasure and when he thrusts up, I nearly choke on the cries. He’s so big, that I still have to stretch around his thick member, his tip nudging my cervix as he buries himself deep inside me.

The spots reappear in front of my eyes, as I squirt around him again. My mind grows blurry, my entire body goes limp, while he chases his own high. From his groans, I can tell he is close. I feel his ropes of cum painting me on the inside and he stills his movements. ‘You made such a mess,’ he chuckles. ‘Goodness gracious.’

‘I know,’ I pant. ‘Don’t move, okay and let’s stay here for a while. I need to catch my breath and regain some strength in my legs.’

‘Of course.’ He rolls his seat back a little, so I can curl up on his chest. He drapes his jacket over me to keep me a bit warm, before placing his large hands on my amply behind. His cock slowly softens inside of me and I let out a deep and content sigh. ‘I love you, you did so good for me. I’ll give you a little break today.’

‘Oh, how gracious,’ I mumble.

Henry pulls out and I know there’s only gonna be more of a mess, as his sticky cum drips out of me. ‘Daddy’s proud of you, darling. So proud.’

September 5th 2 p.m.

Henry has been such a CEO the second he laid his eyes on the contract Glacier send me. Combing through the entire thing a few times, checking every letter, every period, to make sure it was the best deal possible for me. If he could, he would’ve joined the meeting, but I told him I would be totally fine and that this is something I need to do myself, to which he actually agreed. Don’t get me wrong, I love how he takes such good care of me, but somethings are meant for me and me only.

This is one of those things.

It turns out that Roger is a wonderful guy and an even more amazing editor. He told me about the potential this novel could have, overwhelming me with compliments, to a point where my head felt like it would explode with the amounts of blood that was providing my blush. How my main character could continue with her adventures after this novel finished, how there are relationships and friendships to be further fleshed out and if I am completely honest, I wouldn’t mind at all. I would love to continue to write more about these characters.

I signed the contract and from that moment on, I’m officially a signed author with Glacier Publishing House. When I walk out of the beautiful building, I see that Henry is already waiting for me.

Thankfully I wore some flat boots today, so I can actually take a bit of a sprint to him. He catches me when I jump in his arms and he spins me around. ‘How was it, baby?’ Henry asks me.

‘You are looking at a Glacier signed author.’

He presses his lips on mine and gives me a kiss. ‘Congratulations, baby girl. We are going to celebrate this. I’m opting for a nice dinner and you should totally invite your friends if they are interested.’

‘I think they would love to join.’ He places me back on my feet, before opening my door. I love how he always parks in a way, I never have to get out on the road side. Sometimes I tell him it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to drive around the block once, so he can park the car—and I quote—correctly, but he does it anyways.

When I’m sitting in the car, I tell him what Roger had to say and how he told me to say hi to Henry. I continue to babble about how there is a chance of me actually writing a sequel for it and to be fair: a sequel has always been burning in the back of my mind. Henry has a content smile on his face. ‘What?’ I ask him with a chuckle.

‘I’m proud of you,’ he says. ‘You’re going to start to make a name for yourself and I couldn’t be happier for you.’ His hand leaves my leg, only to grab my hand and he presses a kiss on me fingers. ‘You know, my grandma lived long enough to see the first building of Midnight,’ he says in a soft tone. ‘It wasn’t big or extravagant like now. It was almost a minuscule building, with four employees, including myself. But she was proud of me and told me it was my beginning of a splendid career. Seeing you at the start of an amazing writing career, with already a second book up in the air… I can understand now how my grandma felt.’ He stops in front of the red light and leans over to the side, to give me a kiss on my lips. ‘I love you, baby girl,’ he says, ‘and I’m so proud of you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

‘Cheers to Becky, who not only is a signed author now, but also looks like a million bucks.’ Genevieve holds up her glass filled with champagne and we all clink them together. Henry—of course, because he is a show off—arranged the best seats at Amuse, one of the finest restaurants in New York to celebrate my book deal. Noah and Greg will meet us later here, since they had a thing to finish up for their internships, so for now it’s only Genevieve and Viola who are joining us.

‘She looks like a million bucks, indeed,’ Henry says, as he placed his arm on the backrest of my seat.

‘Henry, can you believe that you are dating a very successful author?’ Genevieve continues.

‘Gen, the book isn’t even out yet.’

‘So?’ She cocks an eyebrow and says: ‘I just know that you are going to be successful. I mean, this Roger fella was really enthusiastic about you, right?’

‘True, true,’ I say. ‘But what if the public doesn’t care?’

‘Impossible,’ Viola says, before taking a sip. ‘Damn, this is good. Henry, you couldn’t possibly arrange a nice place for me and Noah to spend our anniversary together, right?’

‘What do you want?’ Henry asks. ‘Nice dinner, a little trip?’

‘A trip?’ Genevieve and Viola both ask. Genevieve cocks an eyebrow and adds: ‘I heard something about a private island.’

Henry starts to laugh. ‘Can be arranged if you want.’

Viola gasps. ‘Are you for real?’

‘Of course.’ Henry’s fingers draw circles on my upper arm and I nestle underneath his heavy arm. ‘I mean, if it’s for your anniversary, you should go all out, right? How long have you been together?’

‘Almost five years,’ Viola says.

‘You want that private island for a few days?’

‘Yes!’ Viola exclaims. ‘Of course.’

‘You should go to the island Henry and Becky had,’ Genevieve says. ‘Heard they had tons of hot sex there. Think you and Noah could have loads of fun.’

Henry looks to me. ‘You told them about that?’

‘Maybe,’ I whisper as my face heats up, ‘I mean, they are my friends, of course I told them.’

He somehow doesn’t look embarrassed at all. ‘Whatever you want, Viola. Genevieve, if you want, I can arrange something for your anniversary  as well.’

‘I want to go to the sex island.’

‘Oh my, Gen, people can hear you,’ I hiss.

Genevieve shrugs. ‘Who cares? Mister Daddy, I want that island.’

‘Don’t call him daddy,’ I whisper.

‘Oh right, only you can,’ she chuckles.

Now Henry is slightly embarrassed, because he takes a sip of his champagne. I told him about how I told my friends about this, but they kept pretty quiet about it. Leave it to Genevieve to embarrass the living daylight out of me. ‘Anyways,’ he says, diverting the conversation to something else, ‘you girls let me know when and I’ll arrange it right away.’

Genevieve and Viola both squeal. ‘I absolutely love this,’ Viola says.

‘Yeah, he kinda is our sugar daddy now.’

‘Gen, you’re really pushing it now.’

She chuckles. ‘Okay, okay, I’ll quit, because I really want the sex island vacation. That was the last one, I promise!’

‘You’re walking on thin ice,’ I say, before I let out a laugh. ‘Can’t believe you call it the sex island.’

‘Well, with everything you did there,’ Viola says.

My glare is now for her and Genevieve nods in approval. ‘Nice, Viola. Taught you well.’

September 10th 7 a.m.

I never thought something like this would ever happen to me. I never in a million years would’ve imagined that I would wake up horny. It’s seven in the morning on a Sunday and I am ready for some inappropriate action. I look at Henry, who is deep asleep, his lips slightly apart.

I could just take care of this myself, but I know that if I did, I’d hurt his feelings. I nudge his side gently to see if I can wake him up. ‘Daddy, wake up,’ I whisper.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he asks, his eyes still closed and a morning voice to die for. If I wasn’t turned on already, I’d certainly be now.

‘I’m horny.’

He chuckles and opens one eye. ‘What are you gonna do about it?’

‘I was hoping you could help me out.’

‘I was asleep, baby,’ he notes.

‘So?’ I ask him with a cocked eyebrow. ‘You know, never mind. I’ll just go to my apartment, to grab my toys and take care of business myself.’

‘Oh no, you don’t,’ he says, pulling me flush against his chest. ‘Good thing you and I are sleeping naked, right?’ I can see he pumps his length a few times underneath the blankets and he groans as I sit on his legs. ‘Let daddy see how wet you are, baby girl.’ He leans on his elbow, before reaching his fingers between my legs. ‘You weren’t kidding when you said you were horny.’

‘I need you,’ I whisper. ‘So bad.’

‘Go ahead.’ He leans back, as he gets comfortable in the cushions. ‘Let me enjoy the show.’

I grab his hardened member, before sitting up a bit so I can sink on him. My moans fill the room, as I gasp for air. My walls painfully scratching around him. I place my hands on his stomach, as I adjust to his size.

Henry smiles. ‘What a way to start off our mornings like this. You can wake me up any day of the week for this, baby girl.’

He feels so good this deep inside me and the tension I feel drifting out of me, as I slowly ride him.

‘Come on, baby, you can do better than this. So much better.’

‘I can’t,’ I whine.

He scoffs. ‘You woke me up,’ he says, ‘now you work for it.’

‘Daddy, please, help me out.’ I press my chest on his, giving him kisses on his lips. ‘Please?’

‘No, no, no,’ he says, squeezing my bottom. ‘You work for it.’

I groan. ‘Pretty please.’ I pout and he closes his eyes.

‘No, no, you are not gonna win this.’

I chuckle. ‘Daddy, come on. It’s better when you fuck me.’

He sighs, before letting out a laugh. ‘Okay, okay, you win, obviously, because you always do, but remember that you’re at my mercy now. On all fours now, baby girl.’

✤ ✤ ✤

I am completely at his mercy. Every time I’m on the brink of orgasming all over him, he pulls out and waits. I’m a whiny mess by the time he has done this seven times. ‘Daddy, please, just let me cum, okay?’

He ignores me, before sliding his hand to my arched back and says: ‘You look so good.’ He slowly thrusts in me, hitting the right spot every single time. I feel his thumb brush over my unused hole, only making me drown in anticipation even more. I bite my lip as I fist the sheets underneath me. I never really thought about any sorts of play with that particular hole, but feeling his thumb there, I clear my throat. ‘Do it,’ I whisper.

‘What?’ Henry asks and I almost think he didn’t hear me. ‘Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you, baby.’

I look over my shoulder and nod. ‘I am sure, daddy.’

He opens the drawer and grabs the lube, before squirting some on the untouched hole. ‘If it hurts or you want me to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop.’

‘I know.’

Henry carefully spreads the lube over my puckered hole, before gently pushing in the tip of his thumb. I roll my eyes back as I clench around him. This is so foreign, so new. ‘Oh shit, baby girl,’ he growls. He slams back inside of me, the start signal of him speeding up his thrusts, causing me to whither underneath him.

‘Such a good girl for daddy. Such a good girl.’

‘I’m close,’ I whine. ‘So close.’ My toes curl and I clench tightly around him, chasing my own high. Tears drip over my cheeks as I sob from pleasure, that he has been withholding from me for so long. ‘Daddy…’

‘I know, baby, I know,’ he shushes. It doesn’t take long before he spills his seed deep inside of me. He pats my bottom a few times, before he gently pulls out his thumb and cock. My body collides with the mattress and I wipe my cheeks. ‘That was something,’ he says, gently turning me on my back, hovering over me to give me a kiss. ‘Was it okay for you? I didn’t hurt you, right?’

‘You didn’t hurt me, daddy,’ I whisper. ‘You could never.’

We share a kiss, and he pulls be up, so I can curl up against his broad frame. ‘I now know what to buy you next,’ he chuckles. ‘Want a pink one, baby girl? With a diamond?’

I shouldn’t blush, but I still do. ‘Yes, I’d love that.’

He grabs his phone from the nightstand and goes to his now favorite site, where he continues to buy lingerie sets for me, where he bought the remote controlled vibrator and he continues to say that he is going to continue to buy me something else and strolls through the articles. He shows me one every now and then, but when I don’t say something about it, he doesn’t think it’s good enough.

‘I want that one,’ I whisper, going to the shiny pink one.

‘Then we’re getting this one for my girl,’ he says. After he paid for it, he holds my body even tighter in his arms. ‘I think you and I discovered something new.’

‘We sure did,’ I chuckle. ‘I don’t know what happened there. It just felt right.’

‘You sure didn’t disappoint me,’ he says, caressing my back.

‘I have a question,’ I whisper. ‘Did you have a lot of sex before you met me?’

His hand finds mine and he squeezes my fingers. ‘I didn’t. That last date I had fifteen years ago, I think after that I had a few one night stands. I can count them on one hand. Why?’

‘Because you’re good,’ I say. ‘I’d dare to say close to perfect. I’ve slept with a guy a few times, everyone always boasted about him, but I wasn’t too impressed.’

‘Only with that guy?’

I shake my head. ‘I think my sexual escapade partners can be counted on one hand, but it wasn’t that amazing if I’m being honest. It never was, until I met you.’ I smile at him and add: ‘I don’t want to ever leave you again, because you ruined me for everyone else.’

He chuckles. ‘Did I now?’

‘You did.’ I nuzzle against his chest and add: ‘Please, don’t leave me. Ever.’

‘Oh, baby girl, I am never gonna leave you.’ He gives me kisses and I can't help but laugh. ‘You ever think I would leave you?’

‘Maybe if you found a better model.’

He scoffs. ‘As if there would be a better model. You’re the best that could ever happen to me.’

September 17th 4 p.m.

Henry must be the most thoughtful boyfriend someone can ever have. We went on one of our many walks together, simply drinking some coffee, petting dogs and going in and out of boutiques. But as we passed a flower stand, he stopped instantly to get me a bouquet that is perfect for me. Lots of pink and some white.

‘For you, my lady,’ he says with a smile.

‘Henry, this is so cute,’ I chuckle, holding the bouquet of flowers in my hand.

‘Okay, sweetheart, pose for me.’

‘Now?’ I ask, as we’re walking passed the water. With the way the sun looks right now, it’s the ideal situation for a photoshoot, but I can’t help but grow a little shy. He always looks so beautiful in pictures, but insists on being my personal photographer, because he wants to have many pictures of me.

He now even has one picture of me on his desk and he intends on multiplying them. I don’t know if the people in the office know about us—I know Freddy is aware of us, but that is mostly because Henry gave me a kiss once when he was there. But I am aware the second he adds more pictures of me on his desk, some associates might notice.

And that actually doesn’t even matter to me.

‘Okay, okay,’ I say, standing near the low fence, and he takes his job as photographer very seriously, making sure the lighting is okay. ‘Alright, enough.’

‘Baby girl, you look so cute.’ He stands next to me and shows me the pictures. ‘Not that you need any editing, but if I change the lighting a bit, it would be even better.’

‘Go knock yourself out,’ I say, wrapping my arm around his waist. ‘I love you.’

‘Hmm, I love you too, baby. So much.’ He presses a kiss on my forehead and when he pushed his phone in his jacket, we hear a: ‘Henry,’ from behind us.

We simultaneous turn around and I don’t need a DNA test telling me that this is Henry’s father. I don’t know what I expected from mister Richardson, but that’s mostly because I didn’t google him after Henry told me what happened. I felt like it wouldn’t be fair to Henry to completely dissect his father’s murders, right? While I enjoy those true crime stories, this one hits too close to home and I know Henry wouldn’t like it if I dived too deep on the subject.

The entire demeanor of my boyfriend changes. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ he asks his father. ‘What did I tell you last time?’

Mister Richardson looks at his shoes and for a split second I’m almost sorry for him, but then I remembered what he did. He abused Henry and his mother. He murdered innocent people in pure rage.

‘Henry, come on, let’s go,’ I say, trying to pull him away from the situation, but he is not having it. He is ready to explode.

‘Is this your girlfriend?’

And now I get the shivers up and down my spine.

‘Don’t you look at her,’ Henry nearly growls, before shielding me from his father. ‘You need to stop doing this.’

‘Can’t I reconcile with my son?’

‘You can’t. You simply can’t do that. Not after everything you did. If you don’t back the fuck off, I’m going to get a restraining order against you.’

I place my hand on Henry’s back, hoping to gain his attention so he can come with me. I hate seeing him this upset, this tense.

He doesn’t wait for an answer of his dad, because he turns around and grabs my hand. ‘We’re going.’

The entire walk back to our place, he looks over his shoulder to see if his dad is following us. We don’t talk. I don’t think I can say anything to him and he is doing his best not to explode of anger. Of course we don’t speak.

Henry and I walk into our building, the elevator and like the true gentleman he is, he lets me step into his penthouse first. The second the door slams shut behind him, it’s Henry’s moment to explode. ‘The fucking asshole!’

‘Henry, calm down,’ I say. ‘Before you do something you’ll regret.’

He doesn’t though. He doesn’t calm down. He doesn’t care about anything he might regret. He kicks the chair closest to him and I watch its leg break off. He is absolutely enraged and it should terrify me.

But it doesn’t. It only shows me how much this is affecting him.

I walk over to him, grab his wrists and say: ‘Don’t do it.’

Henry has his fists clenched, just like his jaw and his body is entirely tensed up, but when I tug him with me, he follows me like a puppy. We sit on the couch and I pull his head against my chest.

‘You’re doing good,’ I whisper, as I run my fingers through his hair. ‘Deep breaths.’

He slowly relaxes in my arms and then…

He lets out a sob.

Oh shit, I’ve never seen him cry before. I cry all the damn time, but it’s never the other way around. ‘Oh no, Henry, it’s okay. I’m right here,’ I say to him. I press kisses on top of his head. ‘Let it all out.’

And he does. The apartment is filled with cries, heartbreaking and gut wrenching sobs. I think it’s the first time in years that he did that. I think it might be the first time since his father was arrested for murder and his mother disappeared.

I lean back against the cushions, pulling him with me. His body is trembling and to calm himself down, he pushes up my shirt. I don’’t say anything, I simply let him cry out all the bottled up emotions from the last few decades almost.

He takes a deep breath and says: ‘Fuck, this shouldn’t bother me this much.’

‘It’s trauma, Henry,’ I tell him. ‘It’s okay that it bothers you.’

Henry leans back on the couch, letting go of my body and rubs his face. ‘I don’t know what to do.’

‘Maybe you should talk to someone about it,’ I suggest.

‘You think that would help?’

I nod. ‘Have you ever spoken to someone about this?’

He shakes his head. ‘I never thought that worked.’

‘It does,’ I say. ‘You know, back in juvie, I would talk to a counselor sometimes. It was hard, it was painful, but it helped. Sort of.’

He nods. ‘I’ll think about it, baby girl. I’m sorry for the breakdown.’

‘Don’t. Don’t apologize over this. It was pretty nasty of him to talk to you on the street.’

‘I didn’t scare you, did I?’

‘No, of course not. You protected me, Henry even.’ I hold his hand and say: ‘I love you a lot. Okay, you tell me: shower or bath?’

‘Bath,’ he whispers.

‘I’ll get it down.’

‘I can do that.’

‘No,’ I say, ‘allow me to take care of you for once.’ I hold his face in between my hands and give him a tender kiss. ‘It has been a hard day, okay?’

‘Yeah, you’re right. How about I’ll get the drinks? Wine?’

‘Yes, sounds good.’

The two of us walk in opposite directions and while I get the water ready and plop in a bath bomb, I hear his footsteps approach. He brought a bottle and two glasses, placing them on the table next to the tub. He takes off his clothes and steps in the bath. I grab a stool to sit next to the tub. ‘Why aren’t you joining me?’

‘I’m on my period,’ I say. ‘Don’t worry, I’m right here.’ I hold out my hand and he takes it. ‘Is the temperature okay?’

‘Yeah,’ he says, leaning back. ‘Thank you.’

‘Of course.’

‘You know I appreciate it, right?’

‘Daddy, you don’t have to tell me that.’

Henry lets out a deep sigh. ‘I love you,’ he says, not looking at me. ‘And thanks for being here when I need you the most.’

✤ ✤ ✤

When I walk back in the room, I see Henry is deep asleep. His lips parted, his entire body relaxed, the complete opposite of earlier today. After the bath, we cuddled on the couch, for once he was the little spoon and mindlessly watched some movies.

I crawl into the bed with him, wrapping my arm around his waist and I nuzzle my face in his back.

‘I’m sorry.’

Apparently he was awake after all.

‘You don’t have anything to be sorry about,’ I whisper. ‘You know, it took guts to show yourself to me like that. Just because you cried, because of your emotions, your feelings, doesn’t mean I think less of you. Doesn’t mean you need to apologize. As a matter of fact, I think I am even more proud of you than I already did.’

He turns around and places his head on my chest. Like he usually does, he toys with my shirt.

‘Want me to take it off?’ I whisper, because I know what he wants. I know that behind all those suggestions of him wanting me to be naked all the time and him touching my bare skin, is both because he can be a horny bastard from time to time, but also because he wants to feel me for comfort. It’s such an innocent thing of him, but I love the vulnerability of him.

‘Yeah…’

I take off my shirt and throw it on the floor. He places his head on my chest again and pulls my body closer to him.

‘I’m sorry I let this all go to my had and let myself go like that.’

‘It’s all okay. You know, you always say that you’re here for me, that you will protect me, but that goes the other way around too. I am always gonna be here for you, to listen to you when you need me the most. Though I cannot physically protect you, I can protect you from fear, doubts and anger.’

He looks up and smiles carefully. ‘Oh, baby girl, I know that. I love you for it.’

I run my fingers through his hair. ‘What do you want to do tomorrow?’

‘Kiss you the entire day,’ he whispers.

‘I’m serious.’

‘I am too. I think I’ll work from home tomorrow and you and I eat, drink, sleep and love.’

‘Oh, that does sound like a solid plan,’ I say.

Henry squeezes my side and presses kisses in between my breasts. ‘You’re soft, you’re mine,’ he whispers, ‘and I’m never ever letting someone touch you.’

‘I am aware of that.’

‘You felt safe with me today, didn’t you?’

I nod. ‘Of course I did. The way you literally shielded me from your father. I always feel safe with you, Henry.’

Our legs intertwine and he gives me a long kiss. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to make breakfast for you.’

‘Or we order breakfast and we stay in bed the entire day.’

‘Better yet.’ He wiggles his eyebrows, but I shake my head. ‘Why not?’

‘I’m on my period.’

‘So? I don’t care if you’re on your period or not. I want you and we’ll place some towels underneath you, to prevent the mess.’

‘I’ll think about it,’ I say. ‘Now go to sleep, you’re tired.’

September 23rd 7 a.m.

‘Good morning,’ I say to him, as I jump on top of Henry. ‘Daddy, wake up.’

‘Oh, I’m up, I’m up,’ he groans, before letting out a laugh. ‘Baby, why are you waking me up like this? I hope that this isn’t going to be a daily thing, because remember, I’m older than you and one day I might not survive.’

The over exaggeration on this early morning. It nearly makes me roll my eyes. ‘Just today, because it’s exactly one year ago that you and I first met.’

‘That I know. It’s something I can never forget.’ He places his hands on my hips and smiles. ‘Maybe we should consider this date our anniversary date.’

‘Why?’

‘Well, come to think of it, it was love at first for me.’

I frown. ‘Really?’

‘Of course. The second I saw your profile, I was deeply interested and the moment you stepped out of that cab, looking absolutely ethereal, I fell in love in an instant.’

I can’t stop my smile. ‘That’s really sweet and I definitely think that this should be our one year anniversary, because I think there was slight love at first sight involved on my part as well, though I wasn’t aware. Me and my emotions weren’t coinciding at the time.’ I place my hands on his and say: ‘I have a surprise for you.'

‘Oh, what’s that?’

I step off of him and the bed and I unbutton his shirt I was wearing, revealing a new set of lingerie I bought. It’s red this time, with tons of lace and it’s very see through.

Let’s just say it doesn’t leave anything to the imagination.

Henry bites his bottom lip. ‘I love you, baby girl. Oh shit, I love you.’ He ushers me over and after the shirt hits the floor, I step towards the bed. ‘How is it possible that you are so fucking sexy?’ he asks me.

‘Because I feel sexy when I’m around you.’ I straddle him, push his shoulders into the mattress and whisper: ‘I’m all yours, daddy.’

‘All mine, huh?’ He gets a smirk on his lips and whispers: ‘Happy one year anniversary to me.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry and I spend the entire day together, like we do most of the times. However, it’s slightly different now. It’s our one year anniversary. We have known each other for a year know and so much has happened.

The realization that if I had never signed up for Sugar Sugar, hadn’t been on those awful two dates prior, I’d never met Henry.

Henry Cavill, the love of my life and I’m so happy to have him. He made me feel noticed, loved and cared for. There are things I’d never thought of doing. Being taken care of like this, sexual experimenting and the opportunities I’ve had because of him. I mean, job as an archivist, being an author?

Henry and I sit on a park bench and I’m safely tugged underneath his arm. ‘You know,’ I say to him, ‘this is the first anniversary I actually liked.’

He smiles. ‘Yeah, I get that. To many more years, right?’

‘To many more years, daddy.’

‘How about,’ he says, ‘to the rest of our lives? Because there is no way I’m gonna let you go.’

I chuckle. ‘Yeah, that sounds good. You know, maybe we should leave a review on Sugar Sugar. Saying that it could become more than an arrangement.’

Henry snickers. ‘I’d rather not go to that site again,’ he says. ‘It wasn’t my favorite memory, except that I met you.’

I snort. ‘Right? I’d rather not think about the two terrible dates I had prior to my date with you. I never thought I’d be having sex with my sugar daddy, let alone a full on relationship.’

‘You never wanted a relationship?’ he asks.

‘Not off one of those sites,’ I say. ‘I’d figure I would only meet disgusting old men there, not a handsome and thoughtful piece of man like you.’ I place my legs over his and I smile. ‘Come to think of it, we should thank Viola and Genevieve. Had they not forced me to go, I’d left you hanging, I guess.’

‘Then a thank you to both of them should be in order. Maybe arrange a girl’s trip for the three of you. Where do you ladies want to go?’

‘You’d do that?’ I can’t help but laugh at my own question. ‘Of course you would arrange that. Gosh, you’d think for someone who received a laptop super early on in the arrangement, I would know by now.’

He gives me a kiss. ‘How about you and I go on a trip in October? Wherever you want to go.’

‘I’d like to go to LA,’ I say. ‘I’ve never been there. Oh, you know what we should do? We should buy a large map of the US and visit every state, with a picture.’

‘Oh,’ Henry says, ‘that’s actually a good idea. I would love that. It’s so unique. We could have our first picture for the one in New York.’

I place my forehead against his and whisper: ‘Happy one year anniversary, daddy.’

He gives me a kiss. ‘Happy anniversary, baby.’

[buckysgoldenheart]

Unexpectedly Bitten

Vampire!Henry Cavill x Reader

Part 1 of 6 (or 7)

SO...I watched 30 Days of Night, and somehow I got to this. The plots are nothing alike and the vampires in the movie are creepy, but I figured Henry would obviously be a hot one, thus this mess was born!

This is a Vampire!Henry x Reader story where each chapter, while chronological, is a different conversation or event during the course of their evolving relationship. But we kinda just jump right in. 

Summary: Your ex gets into some trouble with Vampires, and his mistakes lead the bloodsuckers back to you. After seeing you, one vampire gets a little attached and he’s taking his time deciding what he plans to do with you, but whatever it is, you’re not afraid. In fact, you might just be a little attached to him too. 

Warnings: cursing, smut, violence. (Count on spelling mistakes or repeating words too often. it’s very likely.)

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Part 1: When Idiots Make Deals

Words: 1330

There was one thing everyone in your town knew: Don’t made deals with Vampires. It was an unspoken rule, a law to some. Werewolves, fine. They keep their word, and a deal with them is an honorable one through and through. Demons, wraiths, witches, The Devil—literally, anything would be better than a Vampire. But some still get entangled with them, though it never ends well. It’s as if they forget the odds of surviving these agreements. Vampires often ask for difficult things, and if you can’t deliver, you die.

Now, there was one other thing you always knew: Your ex was an idiot. An idiot who made idiotic choices and got his idiotic ass in heaps of trouble. So, when he pounded on your door in the middle of the night, sweating and panting, it was clear he’d, once again, fucked up.

“Close the door. Close the door,” Jason bolted into your apartment on shaky steps, fisting his fingers in his ash blond hair as if to tug out the strands.

“It’s one a.m., Jason.” You yawned. “What have you done now?”

He looked at you nervously, and said, “Ah, look, Y/N, I fucked up.” Shocker, you thought. “I, uh, made a deal.”

“And didn’t hold up your end again? Oh, boy, consider me stunned. Who’d you piss of this time? Another wraith?”

Jason swallowed and shook his head.

Your eyebrows scrunched together. Jason didn’t usually venture outside of wraith deals, or the occasional werewolf, but werewolves were not nearly as threatening. “Demon?”

He shook his head again, and your arms rose before they flopped back down to your sides.

“Well, witches are far and few between, and I doubt you met The Devil, so what else—” You paused, your eyes widening as Jason winced. “Have you lost your goddamn mind!”

“It was a good deal, ok? I thought I had it in the bag.”

Your heartbeat doubled in speed. “What did you promise them, Jason?”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, and his palm pulled away glistening with sweat. “Just a bit of daytime shit.”

“Bodies?” Your voice rose. Women often had to be on the lookout during the day with extra caution. It was easier to lure prey when the sun was out. Centuries old half-vampires could survive in the sun for some time, so it was they, or a rare dealmaker, who tracked females to hand over to their superiors. As it was, three women on average went missing every week.

“They mentioned something about needing a few extra for some big boss or whatever. It’s some sacrificial shit.”

“They told you their plans?” You asked skeptically. If they told him their secrets, then they probably planned to kill him anyway.

“I overheard.”

“And you ran out of time?”

He dragged a hand down his face. “Deadline was yesterday.”

“God damn it, Jason! So, you came here?”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go!”

“You don’t have anywhere to go because you keep trying to hide out in people’s houses after you fuck up! Now, get out!” You snapped, pointing at the door. “You’re going to get me killed. It’s only a matter of time before—”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your door slammed open and a dark silhouette illuminated by the hallway lighting filled the space. A second later, your head shot to the swooshing sound of a window being shoved up just enough for a figure to easily slip through.

This was exactly how these things--failed deals with vampires--went down. You’d heard the rumors, which you took with a grain of salt considering survivors of this same situation did not exist to confirm or deny them. But this was certainly close enough to the tales you’d heard as a child. You, of course, wouldn’t survive to confirm or deny the rumors and tales either.

The men stepped forward, closing in on you and Jason with each step, effectively trapping you. Though it was not like you would bother trying to run. They were practically twice the size of Jason. Taller, broader, stronger, and as their faces unveiled under the glow of your lamp, you noticed, insanely more attractive. Beautiful even. They were chiseled like gods, but all full-vampires were heard to be. A trick to draw pathetic humans in. After all, average people are drawn to two things in life: sex and beauty. Vampires embodied both more than any human could, even on their best day.

Before you could stare much more, you were gripped harshly by the arm and thrown to the side like a dirty dishtowel. Your body slammed hard enough into the wall to create a small dent and it jostled your brain in its skull, dizzying you enough that you could barely make out the threatening conversation yards away from you.

“Why must they always fail us?” A dark-haired vampire said to a blond. “It’s very disappointing.”

“They just don’t have it in them.”

The dark one tsked as he walked around Jason in a slow circle, sizing him up. “We give them a chance to prove themselves. They ask for whatever we can provide and all we ask in return is a few measly bodies.” He stopped his trail when he was in front of Jason again, then leaned down the five inches necessary for them to be eyelevel. “We could have had respect for you. But now what are you more than a meal, hmm?”

“G-Give me a-another day,” Jason stuttered, his whole body visibly trembling.

“That’s not how this works, blood-bag,” The blond said as he crossed his arms. “One chance, only.”

“W-What about her? You can have her!”

You did your best to lift your head only to be met with three sets of eyes on your face. One pair a glowing gray-blue. One, a dull, dark green. And the last, a cerulean so intensely bright they practically burned through your own. 

Yet, those ones were soft as they scanned your features, stopping at your lips a moment longer before looking back at your ex. “We asked for three.”

“I-I can get you two more by tomorrow, I swear.” Jason’s lip quivered like the pitiful rat he was, and if you had your full strength, you’d have run up and throttled him for trading you like meat. But your body ached, and your brain was still fuzzy from knocking your head into plaster.

The vampire huffed out a deep breath, shaking his head and crossing his toned arms. “I don’t know what it is,” He said. “But I just don’t trust you.” Then he looked past Jason’s head, nodding to his friend. You jolted at the sound of bone snapping, and watched, somehow calm, as Jason’s lifeless body fell at the feet of the blond. But the view was blocked moments later when the dark-haired vampire crouched in front of your exhausted, crumpled body. He was so much more beautiful up close, and you couldn’t seem to pay attention to anything other than how perfect he was. 

He studied every bit of you in silence until his friend interrupted. “So are we taking her, Henry, or is she to be a dead duck like this one,” The friend asked, then lightly kicked at Jason’s limp body.

“No need for her to die. She’s just an innocent bystander,” The vampire, Henry, said. You liked his name, it somehow suit him. You liked his voice more. He reached forward and grabbed a tip of your hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger before letting go, then hummed and ran a knuckle down your cheek. “You want to come home with me, Little Lamb?”

Despite how it should have been, panic alarms did not go off in your head, but you still said, as dignified as you could, “No.”

He sighed and cocked his head. “That was not the answer I was hoping for. Unfortunately, Lamb, what you want makes little difference to me.”

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[wendimydarling]

The Thirst is Real

Summary: Little Freya might not be who she says she is...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Little Freya 

Word Count: 1965

Warnings: uhhh.... slow burn; dirty thoughts; erotic thoughts; mentions of arousal, daddy kink, spanking, oral, masturbation, and thigh riding; size kink; slight manhandling; dom/sub kink if you squint.

A/N: So it’s been buzzing around The Cavillry that @littlefreya​ is either a mole in the community or Henry himself... @agniavateira​ (my beautiful goddess of a beta who also beta’d this fic for me) and I had a sensational conversation about what Freya and Henry’s weekly meet-ups would entail, and this beautiful birthday present was born! It’s also a little different that what I’ve done before, as I might have used some real life thirst examples in the fic. 

Did I call you out? I guess you’ll just have to read. 😈

You’ll get another gift on your actual birthday my love, but for now, please enjoy!!

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Freya adjusted her curls in the mirror, adding one last dash of eyeliner. She was preparing for her weekly meeting with Henry, but this time her stomach was twisting itself in a spiral like a shirt ready to be dyed. 

When Henry first suggested the idea of her going on Tumblr to spy for him, she was hesitant at first. What if she couldn’t make friends? What if they didn’t trust her? But now, with a solid 6k followers under her belt, she knew she could say just about anything and people would flock to the thirst.

With a nervous look at her reflection, Freya gathered her things and headed out the door, sending a quick couple of texts to Henry.

I’m on my way. You should post on your IG stories… they’re wondering what you’re up to this morning. 

Perfect, thanks. I’ll send you what I’m about to upload.

A couple of seconds later Freya received his text, quickly setting up a post and waiting for Henry to update his Instagram. She smiled to herself; Tumblr would be buzzing in a matter of seconds once she posted, and what better way to show Henry what went on in the torrential world of social media than to show him live? Freya’s phone chimed again, indicating Henry had done as she’d suggested. 

She couldn’t help but grin like a demon as she hit the small blue button.

Pocketing her phone, Freya enjoyed the scenery on the short walk to Henry’s place. He was in London briefly as was she, so they were meeting at his home instead of Skyping like usual. Why she was so nervous, she didn’t know… Henry had been a friend for quite a few years now, even becoming one of her closest companions. He confided in her and she in him, and it was always a joy to see him. Every day she looked forward to their flirty banter. But that was easier when it was over the phone; doing so in person was an entirely different matter.

Freya reached Henry’s small home and knocked on the door. She’d only been there a couple of times, but the tiny house never ceased to give her a wonderful sense of charm and sensibility. A loud bark and clack of nails on the floor signaled that Kal was ready and waiting to greet her, which meant Henry wouldn’t be far behind. Freya fidgeted with her fingers and chewed on her lip in taut anticipation.

The door swung wide and there was Henry, sporting a puppy dog grin on his face and his large frame filling the entire entryway. His muscular chest was practically bursting from the snug grey shirt he wore, and his dark blue jeans couldn’t have looked more sinful. He had Kal by the collar as if the dog weighed nothing, and Freya couldn’t help but feel incredibly small. Henry reached out his hand, softly tugged her bottom lip from her teeth, then swooped her up for a one-armed squeeze.

“It’s so good to see you,” he murmured against her ear, sending chills down Freya’s spine. Her feet dangled helplessly as she wrapped her own arms around his neck, inhaling the sharp scent that had long since faded from the hoodie he’d let her “steal”. The fact that he was holding her petite stature in one arm and still controlling Kal with the other wasn’t lost to Freya, and the images it provoked in her mind of what exactly he could do to her with that kind of strength made her tingle. 

Oh, the positions he could put her in...

All too soon Henry set Freya down, shaking her from her sudden daydream. 

“Come on in,” he said, maneuvering Kal and ordering him to sit. Freya crossed the threshold, imagining what it would be like if she was in a long, white gown…

“I’m making a smoothie, would you like one?” Henry broke into her thoughts again and Freya flushed, hurriedly setting her bag on the table and pulling out her laptop. 

“Just some water please,” she replied, swallowing thickly as she realized how dry her throat was. She logged into Tumblr as Henry bustled about in the kitchen and quickly reblogged a few thirsty comments, scrolling through to find some good ones while she waited for Henry.

“Go ahead and start, tell me what ‘The Cavillry’ has been up to this week,” he stated, not quite a command but it thrilled Freya nonetheless. Stupid filthy gutter brain. She pulled out her notes and dove straight in.

“Well, a few of them like Lisa and Berry have a theory that there’s a mole in the community,” she laughed. “Some of them even like to surmise that I’m you!”

“Do they really?” Henry’s deep chuckle resonated throughout the living space and Freya closed her eyes momentarily, picturing that chuckle after a rather exhilarating round of cardio between soft, silken sheets…

“What else are they saying?” Henry’s voice was in Freya’s ear and she jumped, startled yet again from her indecorous thoughts. Henry set her water down next to the laptop and placed his hands on the table, caging her in his warmth as he leaned over her shoulder to read. Freya felt the familiar flush of arousal start to creep its way up her thighs but she did her best to ignore it, continuing on with her notes. 

“Marta made some really funny memes,” she stammered, “And Demi excels at clipping audios, where it sounds like…”

“How does it sound?” Henry’s hot breath ghosted over her ear, and his exhale came out nearly a growl. Freya felt lucky she was sitting down, positive her knees would have given out on her if she hadn’t been. 

“Like you just had a--an orgasm,” she faltered, grabbing her glass of water for a big gulp. Henry hummed, and Freya nearly choked on the clear liquid. 

“What else do they say? I want you to read it… out loud.”

Freya was shocked for a moment. What was he playing at? Wait a minute... this is a game; Henry is playing a game. Emboldened by her sudden epiphany, Freya switched personalities from timid bird to devilish vixen, determined to win whatever it was that Henry had set in motion. She arched her back and leaned her head against Henry’s shoulder, pointing at the screen.

“Well look, see what your post this morning has done? We descend into a thirsting frenzy every time.” 

She scrolled through a couple of posts, landing upon one that would give her what she needed.  

“For example, Miya writes: 

‘I guess good to know he’s on a morning run instead of fapping off… 

But good sir, you will have to shower after that no? And unless he’s a never nude, he’s going to be naked very very soon ladies. KEEP THAT IN MIND! IN A SHORT FEW MINUTES, HENRY WILL BE NAKED AND RUBBING HIMSELF IN THE SHOWER.’ ”

 Freya emphasized the last sentence and was rewarded with a small hitching of Henry’s breath. He recovered quickly.

“However did they know,” he quipped in a low rumble, reaching over Freya’s hand to do some scrolling of his own. Her hand was trapped in his but her thoughts were elsewhere, immediately flooded with the image of Henry getting off in the shower, water cascading over his hairy torso down the line of his abs and through the rabbit trail on his groin to the surely insurmountable…

“This one next,” he stated, drawing her back to the present. His thumb brushed softly over her skin before landing just out of reach of her touch. Freya focused her attention on the screen and a small groan escaped her lips. He’d chosen one of Wendi’s Smutbombs.

“...My eyes were instantly drawn back to his fierce gaze.

“You wanted to use that mouth,” he snarled, staring at me with lewd concentration.

“So use it.”

Freya’s palms grew clammy at the thought of using her mouth around Henry, in exactly the way the raucous words depicted. The way he would stretch her tiny lips until they burned, the way he’d fuck her throat without a care, the way he’d…

Henry grabbed Freya’s hand and abruptly slapped his phone on her palm, severing the thought. 

“Read this one,” Henry commanded her again, his voice now clear and authoritative. This time his tone left no room for argument; he was doing it on purpose. His arms still pinned her to the table with no way to escape, and she could feel the dominance that was dripping off of him tingling down her spine. 

Freya looked at the small screen, recognition of the words dawning on her face. She faltered, and cleared her throat.

“Yes, my bottom is always bare, Sherlock. Bare and ready for you to spank me and take me any which way you want.”

“Who wrote that?” he questioned sternly. Freya took a deep breath.

“I did.”

“Read the next one.”

Freya whimpered, clenching her thighs together tightly. 

“Fuck this shit I want to die on this man’s thighs.”

“Who wrote that?”

“I did.”

“Keep going.”

Freya’s chest was heaving. Her head was swimming with lust and need. Her arousal had long since wet her panties to the point of extreme discomfort. She was certain Henry could smell it too, as she certainly could and his head was still right next to hers. She watched his fists tighten on the table, the veins in his arms becoming more prominent with every passing second. Freya imagined what his hands would look like with one wrapped around her throat and the other buried knuckle deep inside her…

“I said keep going; you’ve got one more.”

It wasn’t just Henry’s voice this time that dragged Freya back to reality; he wrapped his hand firmly around her nape and pointed her toward his phone. 

She blinked rapidly and scrolled to the last quote. 

“...They share a mutual smile and she forces herself to look away.

They have always liked each other, he has always been kind to her.

Sometimes he would touch her as they sat with friends, a feverish stroke, innocent or by mistake, but that would be enough to make her heart flutter like a huge butterfly in the cage of her chest. 

To see him physically hurts sometimes. Especially on a night like this when she is supposed to be happy, yet her heart feels sorrowful.”

The moment her lips finished moving Freya was pulled off the bench and thrust against the wall. Henry pressed his thigh between her legs, his own arousal evident as it strained against the ridged fabric of his jeans. His face was gentle and sincere but his eyes were as dark with lust as she was certain hers were, and the tremor of his voice left no room to imagine anything but desire.

“Who wrote that?” he whispered softly.

“I did,” Freya whispered back.

“Did you mean it?” Henry searched her face, looking for any scrap of evidence that would present him with permission. Freya brought a hand up to his curls, brushing the one out of his eyes that always seemed to disobey.

“Every word.”

Henry slammed his mouth against Freya’s, probing her deep and hard. She kissed him back with just as much fervor, tugging on his curls and wrapping her legs around his waist as he hoisted her in the air. Never in her life had she ever thought this moment would happen, that he would want her this way. But now, here in his arms with his lips on hers and on their way to his bedroom, she couldn’t picture anything else. 

The man had ruined her for anyone else over a decade ago, and she’d been thirsty for far, far too long.

~~~~~

@wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ @killjoy-assbutt-1112​ @achaoticaugust​ @demivampirew​ @raspberrydreamclouds​ I hope you don’t mind that I used your thirst! I though it might be fun, but if you don’t like it just let me know, I’ll remove it. 😊

[thetaoofzoe]

Fic: You, The Boy, and The Golden Shoes 1/1

Title: You, The Boy, and The Golden Shoes

Pairing: Henry Cavill X YOU (AU)

Word Count: 1890

Summary: Girl you are a fucking mess. How you managed to keep a top tier lad such as Henry, your sanity and a flagging perfume company is beyond me. 

Rating: Nothing you wouldn’t share with mum. Slice of life, fluff, reality, tiny bit of angst, but it has a happy ending. :)

Note: This is a bit different than my usual fare, and of course AU, so I hope you like it. 

You knew that if you stood there one moment longer, sodden in the cold drizzle, bare knees scraped and bleeding, face illuminated by the sickly pink neon Girls Girls Girls sign, and staring drunkenly at the plump old ladies eating ice cream inside the sweets shop, you’d likely start screaming.

What else was there to do on a wet Friday night, but scream into the void?

‘Show us yer tits!’

A man’s ugly voice jerked you out of your despair.

It took a moment to force focus from the ice cream ladies to the window’s watery reflection in time to see the raggedy white car crawling along the edge of the kerb, slow enough so that the equally as raggedy man in a splotchy tie dyed shirt could give you a right old shouting at. The driver behind him leaned on the car horn and with tires hydroplaning on the wet road the white car moved on.

I deserve it, you thought, and tried to push your wig upright on your head again.

The synthetic strands were waterlogged and the entire thing had begun to make its migration down one side of your head as if searching for dry refuge.

You are a fucking mess, girl, your mouthed to your reflection.

Making a sour face, you tried to use the edges of your dirty fingers to clean up the oozing mascara. But you only succeeded in smearing the sticky water proof khol down your cheeks and ended up looking as if you were preparing for some concrete jungle camouflage.

Maybe becoming one with the macadam was a good idea. It was the perfect time to just disappear and never come back, especially considering how you’d just ruined your life. The strap of your shiny gold dress slithered off of your shoulder and with a growl of frustration you hooked it with your thumb and dragged it up again.

You then glanced down at your dirty gold lamé pumps. The sudden shift of your booze heavy head caused your stomach to roil unpleasantly and wanting to prevent seeing those 5 whiskey sours and cherries make an encore appearance, you looked up at the ice cream ladies.

They seem to be enjoying themselves, you thought, miserably. I hope they rot. 

In the reflection you could see yet another car slowing and coming to a stop directly behind you.

‘Oh fuck me,’ you muttered, when you saw a tall dark haired man get out and pop open a clear plastic umbrella to shield himself from the drizzle.

A vague thought drifted like a fluffy cloud across your drink addled brain.

Looks like the same umbrella that I have. Really, similar… hmm I wonder where I left it.  I really liked that umbrella.

The man walked close and a painful tension clenched between your shoulder blades. You hoped he was either heading for the candy shop or the porno house and not about to harass you.

‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you!’ he shouted.

The anger was clear and sharp in his voice and mingled with an overlay of concern. In the window’s reflection you watched him drag a hand through his curls.

Henry. 

‘Why did you run off like that?’ he asked, quieter this time and moved close to hold the umbrella over you.

You watched the old ladies abruptly burst into laughter over something. Then the one with her back to the window suddenly turned round to look you directly in the face. They had obviously been talking about the nutcase who was watching them through the window and embarrassed, you turned to face the man behind you.

‘How did you find me?’ you asked him and messily palmed the rain from your face.

Henry sighed and looked heavenward as if asking for deliverance from your special brand of crazy.

‘You’re not hard to miss,’ he said gesturing to your ruined and mud splattered evening gown.

You looked down at yourself and self consciously dragged the slipping strap back up onto your shoulder again.

‘Well, that’s what happens when you go crawling through the hedge.’

Henry gaped at you a moment then one-handed, shrugged out of his evening jacket and draped it about your shoulders. His hand drifted to your lower back and it was such a familiar gesture that it couldn’t be more of a Henry-move if he tried.

Mmm, he smells good though, you mused, catching his scent from the jacket and clutching the lapels of the jacket tighter.

Although you were grateful for his chivalry, you didn’t allow him to exert that soft, manly pressure against your back to hurry you along to the car. You wanted to wallow for a moment longer.

Henry stopped trying to guide you to safety and just stood there, observing you sympathetically and fortunately, silently. He had a tendency to talk every problem to death until he felt better about the situation, no matter how you felt about it. But, he was getting better about that and you put a hash mark on his side of your mental scoreboard.

Wanting to explain yourself and your outlandish behaviour, you spread your hands and tried to speak. But you couldn’t find a coherent explanation for why you did what you did.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said finally.

‘Why did you run away?’ he asked, jumping at the chance to get the conversation rolling.

Looking up at him, you scoffed with disbelief.

‘Why did I run away?’ you sneered in response.

The fundraiser had been a disaster. You had been a fucking disaster.

All you needed was for the earth to open you up and swallow you up to your neck, leaving your head free for birds to perch on. But no, you had to deal with the ramifications of the worst moments of your life. 

It all started at the beginning of the year when a recluse aunt dropped a strange and failing fragrance company into your lap. Did she give you actual ownership where you could reap the benefits of being a company woman? 

No.

 She’d made you the figurehead who did all of the work to keep the business afloat whilst she did whatever recluses did in the south of France.

So, who could blame you for taking a little credit here and there as your hard work began to increase market shares. Who could blame you for slipping into her vacated persona and eventually into her name? It helped the business, for Christ sakes!

It definitely helped to have a face with the name so that people could deal directly with you, rather than by carrier pigeon, of whatever archaic method of communication your aunt liked to use. You never understood what she wanted anyway, so you ran things the way you saw fit.

From that point everything had proceeded swimmingly. You had a flourishing career, a bright future and a handsome lad. Henry was amazing and the sex…oh Jesus.

That was, until your reclusive aunt decided that the reclusive lifestyle just wasn’t for her any more. She’d turned up at a fundraiser you’d organised, in order to steal your spotlight once again. Word had spread like a raging grease fire that you were a fraud and you had tried to swindle a poor little old lady out of her fortunes. When in truth, it was you who saved the drowning business with its foul scent combinations and turned it a healthy, popular and thriving company.

So what did you do? When all accusing eyes were pinned on you?

You ran. As usual.

It really didn’t help that the house where the fundraiser was being held, was on a steep hill surrounded by thick hedges. It also didn’t help that you’d tried to leave through a balcony door that dumped you right out at the apex of that hill. It was a long way down and your rump became acquainted with every rock and bump and mudslide this side of the Mississippi.

You ripped your dress, muddied your 5000 quid shoes and dislodged your fabulous wig. And it was only later that you found refuge and solace on a high street off shoot road that boasted curries, candy and naked girls.

And that’s also where Henry found you.

‘If this is about what your aunt said,’ he began and you stiffened, waiting for the blow of his disapproval and eventual breakup. ‘It… doesn’t make sense.’

You looked up to meet his unbearably fond gaze.

‘You did all of the work. If it weren’t for you, there would be no business. You are the rightful head of it. Not her.’

‘Henry,’ you sighed, relief choking off your words.

You cleared your throat.

See? Amazing lad, isn’t he.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t more honest. I–‘

‘You didn’t lie to me,’ he said, smiling a little to reassure you, his hand sliding about your waist to pull you close. ‘If you had to stretch the truth a little to succeed well…’

He shrugged lazily as if it all didn’t matter one whit to him.

Holding your wig so that it wouldn’t slide forward, you leaned in to kiss him, grateful that you still hadn’t ruined everything. At least in his eyes, for Henry always saw the best in you.

‘Thank you. But… I still trashed my reputation.’

And in business, reputation was Queen.

Henry was about to say something, but the soft ring tone of the beginning of the 80s song ‘Take on me’ interrupted him. 

It was your publicist.

‘Hello?’ you asked, defeated and hesitant, bracing for the fury.

Henry righted your wig and mashed it down on your head to prevent it from shifting like an awkward cake.

‘Why did you run off?’ she laughed. ‘I saw you! You took a swan dive out of the window! Are you coming back?’

‘Coming back?’ you asked, looking at Henry.

He pointed to himself with brows raised as if asking, /me/?

You shook your head.

‘Well, yes. This is your company and your fundraiser, right? We can’t make the final toast with you.’

You were flabbergasted. Surely you weren’t welcomed back after what had happened.

‘But, my aunt,’ you began. ‘She… I… I shouldn’t have said that I was–‘

The publicist cut you off.

‘Look, honey. It’s true, her name is on the deed, but we all know who’s the star. You can write it off as a publicity stunt and come out with a new perfume called… Escape or something. With notes of tobacco , mud and whiskey. They’ll love it.’

You stood in stunned silence and the knot in your chest slowly unravelled as the realisation that you hadn’t ruined your life began to dawn.

‘I can’t come back now. I’m a mess. I’ll leave you to do the toast for me. Just tell them something. You’re good at that.’

‘Ok, honey. I’m going with the Escape thing, ok? So you’d better come up with something amazing.’

You disconnected the call and stood there, leaning against Henry and contemplating this peculiar turn of events.

‘All right?’ he asked and you nodded.

‘Can I at least get you into the car?’ he continued gently. ‘You’re shivering. Let me take you home.’

‘I’d rather have some ice cream, if you don’t mind.’

You saw him look through the window behind you and smile.

‘I could go for some as well,’ he replied and together you walked into the shop.

Suddenly life wasn’t quite so bad.

-end

[princess-of-riviaa]

Aphrodisiac

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Summary: You get high with your best friends, Henry and Chris, one night. Only when it’s too late do the three of you realize that you hadn’t smoked weed, but rather an aphrodisiac that turns the night into something hot and surprising.

Warning(s): drug use, threesome, fingering, choking kink, dirty talk

Word Count: 1,902

Tonight’s plan takes a very unexpected turn the second you, Henry, and Chris realize that the marijuana you’d just smoked had turned out to be something very different--an aphrodisiac. Since you’re the smallest of your trio, the effects hit you first. One second you normal, thinking you hadn’t smoked enough and that you weren’t going to get buzzed tonight, and the next second fire is licking up your veins, burning you alive with want.

“Are we sure that was weed?” you ask, your words slightly slurring together as your mind begins to drown in a haze of lust.

Both of the men frown at you. You’re holed up in Chris’ house for the night, though it had been Henry who’d brought the weed over. The three of you now sit in Chris’ living room, their large bodies taking up all the room on the couch, and you’re on your back on the floor. The pipe is on the table next to the rest of Henry’s bag of weed.

“What are you…?” Chris begins, then jumps when you start to touch yourself. “What are you doing?!”

You knead your breasts over your shirt, trying to ease the burning just under the surface of your skin. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out while continuing to touch yourself, “I can’t stop it. It fucking hurts--”

“Shit,” Chris curses, letting out something between a sigh and a moan, and you know he feels the drug too. His hand reaches for his crotch, then pauses when he realizes what he was about to do. “Fuck man, what the hell did you give us?”

“I told my brother I wanted weed,” Henry says. The drug has yet to kick in for him. Since he has the most body mass, it’s not surprising that it takes him the longest to feel the effects. “He must have given me the wrong bag. I’m sorry, guys--” He freezes and his eyes go wide like he’s got a brain freeze. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Yeah, he definitely gave me the wrong bag.”

“What do we… do now?” you ask, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

The guys exchange a glance, then look at you.

“What?” You look between them and notice their gazes flick to your hands, which are still massaging your breasts. Your brain is tied down and locked up for the night. Your body has a mind of its own now and you’re going to give into your desire whether the logical side of you--the side that keeps reminding you that Chris and Henry are your friends and you’ll be mortified if you continue down this road--likes it or not.

“Well, we’re all fucked for the night,” Chris begins. “I think, as friends, we should help each other out.”

You frown. Help each other out? He can’t actually be suggesting what you think he’s suggesting.

“I think that’s reasonable,” Henry agrees, coughing to cover up whatever sound of desperation he was about to release. “It’s only for one night.”

They’re still staring at you, waiting for you to reject the idea. “I’ve been… touching my breasts... for the last two minutes in front of you guys. You really think I’m… going to say no to this?”

They make room for you to sit on the couch between them. You struggle to get up--your body feels two hundred pounds heavier than it was five minutes ago--but eventually find your seat between them. Your heart beats embarrassingly loudly at the thought of hooking up with two of your closest friends. But your nerves disappear the second Chris’ hand moves to your thigh. Desire fuels you as you lean in to kiss him. You can taste the drug on his tongue along with something sweet that you can’t place. He kisses you deep enough to make you moan and when he pulls back, you’re absolutely breathless.

“My turn,” Henry growls on your other side. He cups your cheek and pulls you toward him. Henry’s kiss is a lot rougher than Chris’; while Chris kissed you sweetly and softly, almost hesitantly, Henry is demanding and eager. Both of them kiss passionately but the way Henry’s tongue moves against yours… it’s a kiss you can feel in your toes. Your breathing is shaky when he finally pulls away from you. His gaze jumps south. “Enjoying yourself?”

It’s only then that you realize your hands had gone back to your breasts, kneading them hard enough to make it hurt. Your erect nipples brush against your bra and suddenly you want nothing more than to be naked and unrestrained. You don’t even bother to feel embarrassed before you attempt to take your shirt off. The guys see you struggle and hurry to help. Chris’ fingers graze against your sides as he lifts your shirt over your head, making goosebumps rise on every inch of your body. He hurries to unclasp your bra as Henry unbuttons your shorts and drags them down your legs. Somehow you end up with your back against Chris’ chest and your legs in Henry’s lap.

“God, the things I want to do to you,” Chris breathes in your ear.

You let out a groan at his words and the tone of his voice. “Touch me,” you cry out, the words tumbling out before you can think to stop them.

Chris’ chest vibrates against your back as he chuckles. His hands cup your breasts and begin to slowly knead them until you’re aching your back against him and crying out with bliss.

On the other end of the couch, Henry is enjoying the view of you and Chris while slowly trailing his fingers up the insides of your thighs. His touch, though featherlight, makes your skin burn everywhere he touches and you swear you’re going to cum before either of these men even undress. Henry’s hands stop at the top of your thighs, inches from your heat, and your legs fall open for him.

Henry curses under her breath. “Whatever you’re doing, Chris, keep it up. She’s already soaked for us.”

Chris takes your earlobe between his teeth and gives a playful tug before murmuring, “Is that so? What made you so wet, baby? We haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Oh, the thought of either one of them being inside of you makes your legs clench. But Henry pries your legs apart, forcing them to stay wide open on his lap. You meet his dark gaze and beg him to start touching you. He teases you for a few more seconds by running his hands over the sensitive skin on your pelvis and the inside of your thighs before finally moving two thick digits between your folds. Your hips spasm with that small touch. Henry growls at your reaction while Chris chuckles playfully. While Henry begins to rub at your clit Chris focuses on your nipples, twisting and pulling them between his fingers under their erect and aching. You gasp for air, already feeling close to coming. The drug magnifies everything--their hands on your bare skin; the volume of their voices; the delicious smell of their cologne rubbing onto you--and makes you more sensitive than usual.

“Suck on my fingers, baby,” Chris coos in your ear, his fingers tracing the outline of your mouth.

Your mouth parts instantly, desperate and obedient for him. He pushes three thick fingers in your mouth and you begin to suck on them, giving him an idea of how well you’d suck his cock.

“Yeah, just like that,” Chris groans. “Fuck, baby. The sight of you like this is making me so hard.”

“Speak for yourself,” Henry speaks up, his fingers still attacking your clit in teasing circles. “I swear these jeans have never been tighter.”

You moan around Chris’ fingers. The thought that you’re winding them up this much makes you drip. Henry notices it.

“You like that, baby girl?” he asks. “You like it when we tell you how good you’re being for us, how hot the sight of you is making us?” The way he speaks so fluidly tells you that he’s done this before. You squirm at his dirty mouth and find yourself wishing that you weren’t just going to experience this tonight, that this wasn’t just a one time thing. You wish you could see this side of Henry and Chris more often.

Chris pulls his fingers out of your mouth and licks your spit off of them. “Fuck, you taste so good. Wonder what your sweet little cunt tastes like.” You can tell Chris doesn’t talk dirty as much as Henry does, but he finds off of Henry’s energy all the same, turning you into a pile of mush between them.

“Please,” you cry out, your pussy burning with need. “I need… something.”

“Gotta be specific, baby,” Chris whispers in your ear, his breath tickling your skin. A shiver runs down your spine. “Tell Henry what you want him to do to you.”

“F-fingers,” you get out. “I want you to finger me, Henry.” Wow, you never thought you’d say that to him. Not in a million years could you have predicted something like this unfolding.

“Are you sure about that?” Henry asks, his gaze steady on yours, but he shoves a finger inside of you before you can answer.

Your entire body tenses at the surprising intrusion. He’d lubed his finger up in your arousal, but his fingers are so thick and you’re so tight that your pussy burns for a few seconds before adjusting to him.

Henry hisses as if he feels the pain too. “You’re so fucking tight, I can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around my cock.”

You whimper again and find yourself grinding against his hand. Chris grabs you by the throat, not letting you move an inch further. You sigh out at the feeling of Chris’ hand on you--choking has always been a secret kink of yours--just as Henry begins curling his finger deep inside of you, already hitting your g-spot with every movement. Your hips grind against his hand desperately, wildly, hungrily. Your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

Chris must notice the change in your breathing because he says, “She’s close. Keep fingering her, Cavill. I wanna watch her fall apart.”

And you do. Henry only has to curl his finger two more times before your walls clench impossibly tight around his digit. Your head gets thrown back as your body begins to spasm with the force of your climax. Oh, you never want it to end. You want to stay in this moment of mindless ecstasy forever. It ends too soon. You find yourself struggling to open your eyes as you steady your breathing.

“Fuck,” you and Henry sigh out simultaneously, quickly followed by Chris’ laugh and a curse under his breath.

You can still feel the drug tugging at the edges of your mind, but its strength has dimmed as if your climax has satisfied it. “Can your brother give us some more of that aphrodisiac?” you ask Henry.

“I can ask,” he says, “but we’re doing this sober next time.”

“Next time?” you gasp. They want to do this again? You’re all for it, you just hadn’t thought that you’d be lucky enough for them to feel the same.

The guys exchange a look.

“Next time,” Chris answers, his chest vibrating against your back.

Fuck yes.

***

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[buckyownsmylife]

My Mistakes - Henry Cavill Smut

The one where Henry Cavill was your married professor and he appears on your door one night after his life falls apart.

Warnings: smut, no actual cheating in Henry’s end (althought that’s open for consideration), professor-student relationship (the student’s supposed to be in the process of achieving a PhD), dirty talk (hello, it’s me), sir kink, praise kink, actually quite a lot of fluff because these two are idiots in love

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Henry? What are you doing here?”

Behind him, the rain poured in what would probably be the last summer storm of the year. Once in a while, loud thunder echoed around my empty house, making me jump every single time. Lord knows how much I hated lightning and thunder. 

His curls stuck to his head, some strands in front of his beautiful eyes that held so much emotion I couldn’t identify, but reacted to it nonetheless, goosebumps traveling across my body and my heart speeding up at the sight of my advisor in front of me, in my apartment, on a Saturday night. Granted, he had been here before, but those days of carefree conversations and shared nights where we’d bond over work to grade had disappeared the minute he said ‘I do’ and hid once more behind the shell I had worked so hard to break when we first met. Sure, I missed him. But I also understood the situation, especially now that he had a kid. He was someone else, he had new roles to fill and he was still getting used to his new responsibilities. I was just glad he still confided in me once in a while, allowing me to catch glances of the Henry that I used to know, the one I considered a friend. 

Still, it was probably for the best. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to continue our relationship as it was without suffering considerably, knowing I could never have him, now that he was married. When it was only dating I could deal with it, deluding myself into believing we could actually have something more, that he felt the same way I did when our hands eventually touched while sharing a bottle of wine. 

And there was that night. God, it seemed like a million years ago. We had managed to bring one of his colleagues to do a guest lecture to our class and the whole research group was in a frenzy, the relaxation after so many months of hard work and organization finally starting to hit us. They had all come here, to my house, even the invited professor and his students, and we drank together and laughed for hours. I couldn’t bring myself to care about the fact that I had an exam first thing in the morning, I was having too much fun. 

And not because of our honorable guest, my friends, or the new people I had the opportunity of meeting, oh no. It was all because of Henry. That night, it seemed like all his walls had completely disappeared, leaving a funny, breezy, touchy man behind. I had seen glimpses of this personality before, the one I assumed was his true personality, the one that he never showed to anyone, not even his wife or his mother. It only appeared when we were alone and he was drunk and something incredibly sentimental had happened, like when we had achieved the publication of one of our papers.

The last two boxes were checked, only this time we weren’t alone. But we might as well have been. He clung to me the whole night, even offering me scotch from his own glass before pulling me to him by my waist and wrapping his arms around me, warming me up from the cold breeze of the early morning on my roof. Daniel softly played something on my old guitar and in that moment I knew I would never love anyone just as much as I loved the broken, lonely, needy man holding me.

But then in the morning, he was back to his usual aloof self. And I was left wondering if I had imagined the whole thing, until suddenly he’d look at me in a certain way and I was right back to that moment, in his arms.

Yep. I had it bad for the guy. Good thing ever since he had become a father, we barely saw each other anymore. Whatever little meetings we had, shared cups of coffee and laughter, had vanished the moment his wife found out she was pregnant. It was cute, even, how dedicated he was to little Frank. But that also meant that whatever complaints about marriage and her, that he used to confide in me during those first months after they tied the knot, had simply vanished. They were suddenly the perfect little family.

And I was happy for him. Of course I was. All I ever wanted was for him to be happy, even if it wasn’t with me. After all, what right did I have over him, when we had never even shared a kiss?

Which is what left the whole situation of him appearing in my house in the middle of the night, during a storm, even more bizarre.

“What are you doing here?” I finally let out, rushing him inside. “Come in, you must be freezing.” He didn’t budge. Still staring intently at me, his eyes, that I used to be able to read so well, now indecipherable. 

“He’s not mine,” he whispered, so quietly I barely heard him over the sounds of the storm around him.

“What? Henry, you’re not making any sense right now. Come in, please, you’re worrying me.” Still, he didn’t budge. His tongue came out to wet his lips and I found myself briefly mesmerized by that sight, wondering not for the first time how it would be like to kiss him.

“Frank,” he spoke, breaking me out of my little fantasy at the name of his child. “He’s not mine… He’s not my kid.”

My heart stopped briefly. I knew my eyes had grown twice their usual size, trying to process that information that was so randomly introduced to me in such a weird situation. 

“What? Wait, are you sure? But…” My breath was coming out in quick, shallow huffs, the weight of what he had just shared threatening to asphyxiate me. “How are you feeling, Henry? Wait, that’s a dumb question… Just… Come in, please, let me help you. Let’s talk.” I reached for him, aching to feel him, needing to check his physical integrity for myself. That kid was all he had thought about for the last four months. I knew this discovery had to be killing him.

He shook his head, one of his hands moving his hair out of the way. For a moment, I thought he was refusing my touch and so I let my arms fall next to my body as I pondered just what the hell he was doing here in the first place. 

“You don’t understand. He’s not mine.” He rubbed his eyes and I felt a wave of anger wash over me. Of course I understood what he had said, I wasn’t stupid. The only thing I didn’t understand was what the hell he was doing at my door at two in the morning with this kind of news. “I have no connection to her anymore. To them,” he finally declared and I blinked twice, confused by what precisely he meant by that. “I’m free,” he proceeded, his eyes never leaving mine, still clouded with emotions I remained unable to understand.

“You were never tied to her, or even to him, Henry. You chose that life. You walked into that marriage with your own two feet,” I reminded him, my voice a bit colder than I intended. 

“True,” he admitted, nodding quickly. “But the minute I said ‘I do’ I realized my mistake. What I had left behind, and thought I would never be able to have anymore. And feeling that way… It was worse than any physical imprisonment, Y/N. ”

I had grown impatient by then, my fingers tapping a random pattern at the wooden door I still held onto.

“And what was that, Henry? What did you leave behind?” I inquired, sighing.

A beat. Outside, the storm roared, announcing its intention to stay for as long as it could. Inside, the tension was so high I started to wonder if lightning was about to fall between us, separating us for good.

“You,” he finally confessed and before I could fully comprehend what he had just spluttered, he had latched himself into me, his lips finding mine and his arms pulling me to his wet body. 

A gasp of surprise must have left me before I responded to the kiss, but the sound had been lost in the rain the minute it left my lips and his joined mine. They were cold, as expected, but softer than I had imagined, and oh, how had I imagined this moment. He kissed me sweetly, patiently, like he was savoring his favorite wine that we had shared once. His fingers trembled against my waist as he held me close and I absentmindedly worried about the possibility of him catching pneumonia when he, at last, broke our kiss to catch a breath, still leaving his forehead close to mine, his eyes closed and I suddenly realized he was nervous.

I shivered, not entirely due to the fact that he was freezing from the weather he had subjected himself to and had left me drenched too. “Henry,” I mumbled, trying to get him to look at me. 

“Shhhh…” He pulled me even closer, our foreheads still touching, his eyes never opening. “Just… Let me have this moment, please,” he all but begged, and I felt my heart breaking into a thousand little pieces. He was hurt, understandably so and he had come here looking for a way to make his wife feel the way she had made him feel. 

Another type of cold filled me as I took a step back from him, forcing Henry to release me. I caught a glimpse of his expression, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me just before I turned my back to him, hugging myself and trying to control my thoughts before I started crying. 

“You should leave.” I hated how my voice broke, how weak I felt as I murmured what my mind knew I should say, despite the way my body felt.

I heard the door close behind me after a few seconds and allowed myself to release the breath I was holding as I waited for his reaction, the tears breaking free by then. The first sob had just escaped my chest when I felt arms wrapping around me, a freezing body hugging me from behind.

He waited patiently as I cried, his face hidden in the crook of my neck, his breath tickling me and warming me up as I sobbed. I cried for what felt like hours, the anger of what he was putting me through subsiding and leaving me lamenting for this man who had lost his entire family in a few seconds. 

“You can’t do this to me, Henry,” I wearily breathed out when the tears finally stopped rolling down my cheeks, still not turning around to look at him, who still hugged me. 

“I know,” he confirmed, as he finally raised his head from my neck to rest it on the top of my head. I pursed my lips, wanting to leave him yet again but lacking the strength to do so a second time. “Believe me, I know, darling.”

He finally let me go, walking around me to catch my face in his hands. “You deserve better. So much better than this. So much better than me. You deserve someone who will admit their feelings the minute they lay their eyes on you because you’re intoxicating from the first sight, Y/N.” 

I couldn’t uncross my arms, afraid that if I let at least this last barrier between us go I’d crumble in front of him and let him devour whatever was left of me. 

“You deserve someone who won’t cower in a loveless relationship because they are too afraid to pursue the love of their lives, because they’re scared they’ll disappoint you. I already did. I know.” He sighed, his thumb caressing my cheek with the lightest of touches. 

“You especially deserve someone who doesn’t hide all the time, despite wanting to break free every time you smile or glance my way.” His eyes searched mine, trying to make me see the sincerity in them, but I refused to acknowledge it. This time, I was the one who refused to let him in. 

I broke the connection between our gazes, looking down. I heard his sigh, feeling its echoes on the walls of my heart. 

“I know I lost my opportunity with you,” he whispered, his voice laced with so much pain I had to bite back a whine. “But as soon as I heard the news, as soon as I figured it out… I didn’t even feel angry or sad. I know I should have felt miserable. In a way, I lost a son tonight. But all I could think about was that night I told you I’d be stuck in my office all night grading papers, when in fact I just didn’t want to go home and deal with Olivia, and you appeared with pizza and my favorite bottle of wine, despite the fact that I know that you had Smith’s exam the next day. You stayed with me all night, making idle talk that distracted me to the point I forgot I was engaged and that I had someone waiting for me back home. All I could think about was how that is how it should be. That’s how I should feel every night when I come home. But I only felt it with you. And now that I was given this second chance, this opportunity to go back to a life without the responsibility of being a father, forever connected to a woman I don’t love, I could finally have what I wanted. You.”

My eyes had closed sometime during his remembrance, lost in the flashback too. I had fallen asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning and he took off his jacket to cover me, as I lay on the sofa of his office. The same couch I had found him asleep so many times, as well. I still hugged myself, at last starting to believe he might feel the same way as I did. 

I felt a cold kiss against my forehead, one of his hands gripping my nape tightly to him before letting go. “But I should have known I lost my opportunity. You will find happiness in a relationship sometime soon, with someone good, someone who deserves you and I will be here, wishing you all the best because you deserve it.” I heard his footsteps walking away from me. I wanted to turn around, to open my eyes, to pull him to me and talk about this, talk about how I was feeling about this whole situation, but I felt stuck. And then I heard it.

“Because I love you,” he heaved and suddenly I was not frozen anymore. I was connected to him again, our lips furiously dancing together as I clung to him for dear life. He moaned against my mouth and I felt as if the flames of hell had come to consume me in that precise moment.

His hands slowly traveled down my back until they found my ass. He pulled me to him and I jumped, wrapping my legs around him as I caught onto his signal. My own hands were occupied, one pulling on his hair as I tried to win control over our kiss while the other supported me around his shoulders.

He wobbled a bit, blindly walking backward until his back hit the wall. He turned around then, supporting me against it as he once again disconnected our lips to catch his breath, pressing his forehead to mine once more. “Are you sure about this?” I couldn’t help but to slur, my fingers holding the edge of his button-up shirt tightly. “I can’t be just a revenge plot against your wife, Henry. I honestly don’t think I can take it,” I confessed, inciting the tiniest of smiles on the corner of his lips.

“Darling, you couldn't be more wrong,” he whispered against my lips, quickly kissing them before continuing. “I am the one who wouldn’t be able to live without you for a single minute more. I can’t remember how I lived before you, Y/N. I don’t want to remember it. I’d rather die than cause you pain and make you leave me. I know how lucky I am for getting this second chance.”

I accepted his words, not being able to deal with the separation of our lips another second. We were eager now, trying to make up for all the time we had to keep our desires in check. His hands held my jaw as he possessed my mouth and I clung to his shirt tightly as I tried to deal with the desire burning my lower belly. 

“I have never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” I admitted, licking my lips as he chuckled, caressing my cheek as he laid warm open-mouthed kisses against the skin of my neck.

“I have never wanted to fuck anyone this badly,” he confessed, biting in a particular spot in my neck that made my legs feel like jelly. “But tonight I think I will make love to you first.”

His eyes searched mine then, looking for any sign of indecisiveness, but there was none. I knew I wanted him since he first smiled at me, three years before. I kissed his thumb that played with my cheeks, nodding my acceptance to his proposal.

“I love you too,” I finally professed and he rewarded me with the sweetest of smiles.

Henry’s P.O.V.

I captured her lips again, not quite believing this turn of events. I finally had her. She was finally mine. 

We kissed feverishly, our hands never stopping too long in one single place. It was like she felt it too, this need to feel every piece of skin, of guaranteeing the other person was really there, was actually real. Before long, I felt her trembling hands make their way inside my shirt and I sighed, barely believing this was real. She pulled on the fabric and I all but ripped the buttons off of my work shirt before throwing it somewhere behind me and returning my focus on the exploration of the gorgeous woman that was now looking at me with those wide eyes I loved so much.

“Don’t give me that look,” I warned her, only receiving the cheekiest of smiles as a response and a growl rose from under my chest. I pulled her to meet my lips again, this time taking us away from the wall and into the old leather couch just behind us. I laid her carefully on the warm material, pushing away a few rebellious strands of hair that insisted on shielding her eyes from mine.

For a few seconds, we simply stared at one another, our eyes silently communicating what our mouths didn’t seem to be able to speak in the moment. She looked so beautiful, even more than I already thought she did, with her lips red from my assault and a dark bruise already forming in her silky skin from my bite. 

I had to take a few deep breaths to control myself, already feeling my pants tighten as the reality of what was to happen hit me. Y/N licked her lips, her eyes showing every bit the same desire I felt run through my veins. “Like what you see?” she teased me, earning a breathy laugh that let on how nervous I actually felt. 

“You have no idea,” I admitted, leaning down to kiss her forehead sweetly before laying kisses across her face, over her lids, on each side of her cheeks, on the tip of her nose before deciding to nibble on her jaw. She shivered, her hands coming up to my curls once again, holding me to her. 

I inhaled the sweet perfume that often overtook my senses whenever she was near me. It was like an aphrodisiac to me, it never failed to get me hard. Many times I had to abruptly leave her talking by herself to tend to my member in my bathroom, imagining my hands were hers.

“You make me crazy,” I confessed, my voice hoarse as I continued my path across her skin, now licking her neck, trying not to lose my mind over the tremulous moans she let escape every time I discovered a particular spot that seemed to get to her. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Teasingly, I bit right over one of her collarbones, immediately regretting my taunt as her hands found the bulge in my pants and rubbed it. 

“I could say the same thing,” she retaliated, tongue stuck between her teeth as she watched with focused interest as I threw my head back and groaned. 

“Damnit, woman, I’m trying to make this last,” I tried to lecture her, failing spectacularly as she managed to pop my button and reach inside my boxers to find me, bare and hot, pulsing for her. 

“Not interested,” she raised her back off the couch, forcing me to sit back on my heels, as she took control of the situation. “I’ve waited too long for this. If you want to make love to me, as you say, do it quickly, I need you now.” 

It was impossible not to react to her. This sweet, bubbly woman, suddenly dominant and sure of herself and what she wanted. Fuck, if that didn’t make her even sexier to my eyes. 

Still, I managed to control myself, slowly caressing her thighs with my trembling fingers until I reached the edge of her nightgown, raising it up as I continued my path across her body. Her heavy breasts came into view, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I was quick to connect my lips to one, caressing the other with one of my hands.

She moaned then, her hands coming up to pull on my hair once more as she ground down against me and I groaned at the sensation of her wet panties against my member. I had half a mind to pull my jeans all the way down, take her to bed, do this sweetly and romantically like I had planned I would do if I had the opportunity to lay with her at least once, but she was making this too difficult for me. Her tiny whimpers escaped her lips freely as I changed nipples, slightly biting on one, making her throw her head back and whine.

“Stop teasing me so much,” she begged, rubbing herself against me once more, making the decision for me, as I couldn’t stand to feel her heat and not be inside of her any longer.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I heard him growl before I realized I had finally broken him. In a second, he had thrown himself at me, forcing me to lie down on the couch as I shivered against the cold air as his hands made quick work of my nightgown. When the sounds of his belt coming off at last rang in my ears, I couldn’t help the moan escaping my lips at the realization that this was finally happening.

“I wanted to do this nice and slow, take my time with you, worship your body in the way it deserves to be cherished, but did you allow that?” His voice was so raspy it kept reigniting the goosebumps across my skin, and as his fingers finally pressed my soaking wet panties against that spot that had been throbbing for attention, I felt like I could come right then and there. “Of course not,” he answered himself, his focus directed to where his fingers were now exploring. “Everything has to be done in your time, isn't it, miss Y/L/N?” 

Growing tired of the cotton barrier between us, he finally pulled it aside to softly collect the evidence of what he was doing to me, but didn’t make any movement towards actually relieving me of my needs. “Answer me, darling,” he whispered in my ear as softly as possible, but I knew that tone and it hid danger.

“Y-yes, sir,” I babbled without thinking and by that point, I would do anything to have him inside of me.

“Good girl.” That was all the warning I received before his member pushed its way inside of me, but as it provoked a whole new wave to pour out of me, it wasn’t as difficult as it would have been otherwise. Still, it took me some time to relax and allow his full length to penetrate me, as it was considerably large and thick.

I gasped as the head of his cock bumped my cervix. “There you go, sweetheart.” He smiled down at me, giving a quick peck to my temple. “I knew you’d be able to take it.”

I moaned at his words, incredibly excited about the fact that he apparently knew I had a praise kink. Maybe I wasn’t as cautious as I thought I was being when he complimented my work? There was no way I would dwell on this any longer, however, as he finally started to slowly thrust in and out of me, his little grunts and pants making me all the more horny.

“You’re so tight, baby girl,” he groaned, throwing his head back for a second, his eyes closed, giving me the perfect opportunity to admire his jaw and neck. “I don’t know how I managed to fit inside of you, but let me tell you…” his head had returned to my ear, before finding a nook on my neck and hiding there. “Now that I’m here, I’m never gonna leave,” he whispered against my skin, picking up his thrusts just as I started to need a little more from him.

“Good,” I managed to moan out, to which he chuckled. He continued to fuck me against my couch, permanently ruining my pussy and the fabric underneath us, as our juices slowly dripped onto it. It didn’t take long for him to bring me close to the edge, and I was trembling in his arms after a few seconds of feeling the head of his cock bumping against my sweet spot.

“Feeling needy, baby girl? Do you want to cum?” I struggled to nod, but it seemed to suffice him. “Then come for me, darling. I’m right behind you. Cum for me.” His thumb found my bundle of nerves and just like that, I was falling down the pits of desire. Throwing my head back, I pulled his chest to me, my nails certainly leaving marks across his back for him to remember me later on.

I absentmindedly noticed the sounds I was making, but as my walls throbbed around his cock, I was too far gone to care. Henry kissed the side of my face as I came until I was capable of focusing my gaze on him once more. As I did, I found him looking at him with a particular glint in his eyes, a look so soft that made my heart feel twice the normal size.

“Is it possible to love too much?” He asked, and I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came. Instead, he simply adjusted to be able to speed up into me, now fucking me into my couch in a way that made it sure I would never be able to sit in it without thinking about him again. I heard his groans of pleasure as he reached his own high, and I felt him spill into me as he did so.

We stayed connected as he calmed down. As we both calmed down, because my heart was still beating as fast as if I had been running a marathon. After a while, he kissed my shoulder and sat up, his cock leaving me. “You’re perfect,” he whispered into the night.

I followed his movements, also sitting up on the couch, enjoying how he immediately pulled me into his lap, like he couldn’t bear the thought of our skins not touching. The rain had almost stopped, I realized. No more lightning or thunder had echoed throughout the house for a long while.

“Do you really love me?” I found myself whispering into the quiet of the night. For a few seconds, he said nothing, but then he was pushing me away from his chest just enough so that he could stare back at me. 

“You ask me like you have given me any other option.” My giggles echoed throughout the house.

“I love you too.” And for once, everything felt right.

[ladyreapermc]

Rules of Engagement 1/? (Henry x OFC)

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 |  Chapter 04  | Chapter 5  | Chapter 06

Author’s Notes: Here it is. My first official series for Henners. I’m strangely nervous, because it’s sort of my baby and I have been putting lots of work on it for a couple of months now. So I would really, really appreciate feedback if you could take some time to do it.

Wordcount: 4815

Warnings: alcohol consumption; smut (oral; dirty talk; penetration)

Chapter 01: Casual Affair

It was by pure chance that when Emeline’s flight coming from Istambul had technical difficulties while on air, they stopped in Budapest of all places. However, it was straight bad luck that what was supposed to be just a quick stop turned into an allnighter due to more serious engine problems, with her new flight being scheduled for the next morning.

She considered just getting herself a hotel but it was nearly ten p.m. she was exhausted and Em really didn’t want to deal with finding a half-decent place to crash when she could just call Henry. That was what friends were for right?

Henry came, of course. That was the kind of person he was. Kind and helpful. Dependable. He hugged her tight, since they hadn’t seen each other since Clara and Todd’s baby had been born, before taking her carryon like the perfect gentleman and ushering Em into the rental car he had been using during his stay.

During the drive, he talked in an excited tone about the series and all the work he had to do. Em could only smile at the huge grin on his lips and the glint of excitement in his blue eyes. It was quite something to see Henry this happy and engaged with a project. Em was truly glad for him, but she was also tired, never being one to sleep on airplanes, so her contributions to the conversations were just hmms and nods every now and then, not that Henry seemed to mind.

“Did you eat?” Henry asked once he parked at the driveway of the cute white house and its perfectly maintained lawn that had been his home for the last couple of months.

“Airport food? Please!” she pulled a face, making Henry laugh as he led the way through the stone pathway.

“You’re such a food snob,” he commented, pausing by the front door, and Em was already smiling because she could hear Kal’s whines through the door.

“I’m not. I just have good taste.” Em dropped to her knees to pet and greet Kal which shot out the second Henry opened the door.

She had always loved dogs but never had a chance to have one for herself. At first, her father didn’t allow it, but once she moved out Em didn’t really have the space to keep one so she channeled all her dog mom tendencies towards Kal.

“Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me so you can see Kal regularly,” Henry teased once she let go of the dog long enough to step inside and Em smirked at him.

“You are not wrong, Cavill,” she said, her gaze traveling over the tasteful décor of the house, but her focus was instantly drawn to the kitchen and as soon as she shook off her coat on Henry’s waiting hands, she made a beeline to the room, in Em’s opinion the most important part of any house. “I love your kitchen.” She ran her hands over the wooden countertops and light blue cabinets.

“Technically, it’s not mine,” he chuckled, moving towards the fridge. “I have aubergine lasagna leftovers. Want some?”

“That sounds disgusting,” Em said with a grimace. “But it will do.”

She settled at the isle with the heated lasagna, once again listening to Henry babble about the project and his castmates and how things were going in the set. Some of it she had already heard since they texted every day, but Em enjoyed listening to Henry and actually missed his deep baritone voice.

It made her glad that she chose to do this, instead of staying at some crappy motel by herself, awake most of the night since Em had a hard time sleeping in other beds that weren’t hers. At least here she had Henry and she missed him.

“So how was Istambul?” he asked, bringing her plate to the sink, refusing to let her clean up herself.

“It was amazing,” Em sighed, chin resting on her hand as she watched Henry’s back unseeingly. She was actually thinking back on her journey, in which she had spent a week exploring the city and the sights, completely by herself just like she preferred.

Now, with her belly full, it was her time to babble about everything she saw and experienced while there. Em knew Henry had seen the pictures and stories on her Instagram. He liked everything she posted during the week, but there something about the way he was watching her, the focused look in his dazzling blue eyes like she was telling him the most interesting story in the world, that just made Em keep going, even as Henry finished the dished and they moved to get more comfortable in the couch.

“It does sound like you had fun,” he smiled at her, body turned her way on the couch, head resting on his palm as he listened, his other hand holding his glass of wine. “But don’t you miss having someone to share the experience?

“Sometimes,” Em shrugged, sipping her wine, she was in her third glass by now and she really ought to slow down, her mind was already getting a little foggy.

She had been doing these travels since she turned eighteen. First, she had her best friend Clara as her companion, but as they got older, Em started doing by herself since Clara couldn’t. One or two boyfriends in her time had offered to come along once, but it felt wrong to taint the memories of those trips with someone that might not be with her for the long run.

“But it’s nice too, you know? To have my own thing, without anyone else,” she scratched Kal behind the ears, just like he liked it, smiling at the way he rested his head on her knee to keep being petted. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” Henry replied with a smile, his own eyes clouded with alcohol.

They had been talking for hours, one and a half bottles of wine gone in the process. Enough alcohol to make Em’s mind wander as she took in Henry’s impressive physique, the stupid amount of muscles he built up for the series stretching his blue button-down. His dark hair falling in messy curls over his forehead, just like she Em liked it and the blush of alcohol making his cheeks even sharper.

Fighting the allure of the man before her, Em shifted her gaze down to Kal, but it was like he could pick up that something was about to happen, because pulled away from her touch, trouting out the back door, leaving her with only one option now.

Henry’s palm was warm and rough against her jaw as he tilted Em’s face back towards him, his eyes searching for her consent before his lips landed on hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew heated as their mutual need for each other was set alight.

Em sighed against his lips, giving in to the urge that had been brewing from the second she dialed his number. She inched closer, fisting his shirt, licking into his mouth and chasing the taste of wine on his tongue as Henry let his fingers wander down her torso, sneaking under her blouse to touch skin.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. “Last time on the couch was a mess.”

“Yeah,” Henry chuckled getting to his feet and leading the way backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his touch getting bolder as their kisses because more desperate.

“This is the last time we do this,” Em declared, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt or at least trying to. The amount of alcohol she consumed was enough to leave her a little uncoordinated. Henry was doing only slightly better.

“You’ve said that the last five times.”

Em could feel his smirk as his mouth descended over her jaw, pressing sucking kisses on her neck. He loved to leave marks all over her. No matter how many times Em asked him not to, Henry would just ignore it. It was as if he knew she secretly loved to watch herself in the mirror in the following week and be reminded of how amazing the sex had been.

“I mean it this time,” Em said, finally undoing his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, exposing Henry’s chiseled chest to her wandering hands.

“I think you said that too, last couple of times,” Henry pointed out, shaking his shirt to the floor and pulling hers over her head, leaving Em standing there in only jeans. “Just admit it: you love how I fuck you.”

“Like you don’t enjoy it too,” she said, pushing him towards the bed, and Henry fell back with a bounce and a chuckle.

“Oh, I definitely enjoy it,” he declared, that same smug smirk in place as she undid his pants. “Never said otherwise. Never been in denial either. You’re the one…” He trailed off with a groan when Em freed his hard cock, giving a couple of quick tugs before running her tongue over the underside vein.

Em didn’t want to think about the fact that Henry was absolutely right. She had always been the one to often have second thoughts about this casual affair the two of them had been keeping for years, but not because she didn’t like Henry. It was quite the opposite, Em liked Henry a little too much, but knew it just wouldn’t work, not when he was always all over the world shooting his movies and tv shows, while mostly she stayed in London due to her own work.

And they were both too career-driven and unwilling to concede to the other. If even as just friends, she and Henry were frequently bumping heads, Em could only imagine how terrible they would be as a couple.

She still remembered that fateful night that Clara dragged her to a sport’s bar of all places because she wanted Em to officially meet Todd. She had been at one of his rugby matches earlier that week but ended up leaving before being introduced. In hindsight, Em should have known something was up because of the way Clara made such a big deal about this meeting and fussed over her outfit

“You can’t wear jeans and t-shirt!” she complained, digging though her friend’s wardrobe as Em just huffed a breath and laid back in bed.

“Why not? I’m meeting your boyfriend. What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.”

She had just baked and decorated 150 cupcakes for a children's birthday party. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was going out, but Clara invoked the best friend rule, so Em was stuck.

“What if there’s a cute guy there?” Clara asked, coming out with a tight, black dress that Em hadn’t worn in 3 years and it definitely wouldn’t fit her now since she gained more than a couple of pounds. She really needed to do some spring cleaning in that closet.

“If a cute guy is hanging in a sport’s bar, big chances he’s a douche, and I already filled my douche quota for the year,” she replied as Clara dove back into the closet. “Besides, I don’t have time for relationships.”

And Em really didn’t. She has just invested all her savings in opening her dream bakery. No way she would be getting distracted by guys while she was trying to get her business off the ground.

“There’s always time for relationships!” Clara declared, coming out of the closet, this time holding one of Em’s favorite sweater dresses. “You never know when true love is gonna knock on your door.”

“Tell it to come by later,” she joked, grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom to change. It would be a lost cause to argue with Clara. Her friend was a lawyer and could talk her ear off, so Em might as well just get this over with.

She put on the dress and the heels and the makeup Clara pushed her way before she was finally deemed worthy of stepping out of the flat for the bar. At arrival, they found Todd already in his third beer and accompanied by his friend Henry.

Todd and Clara played innocent, pretending to be surprised that the other decided to bring a friend too but Em knew right away this was an ambush. And if Henry’s eye roll was anything to go by, he knew it too. It was their friends' not so subtle attempt to set them up.

Em had to give it to Clara though, Henry was a handsome man but maybe too handsome. She was a run of the mill kind of girl. Not unattractive, mind you. She did pretty well dating wise, especially when she put an effort like tonight, but never with guys that looked like Henry.

He was all dark, curly hair, blue eyes with just a tiny fleck of brown. Perfect features and the kind of chiseled physique that his hoodie didn’t manage to hide completely. He also looked kind of familiar, but Em couldn’t place him right away in her memory.

As they talked, she kept staring at him with a thoughtful frown, trying to come up with subtle questions that could enlighten her of where she knew Henry from because the longer Em talker to him, and she couldn’t help but notice that Todd and Clara kept finding excuses to leave the table so she and Henry could be alone, stronger that familiarity became.

“So how did you meet Todd again?” Em asked, sipping on her drink, which was too sweet but she didn’t mind.

“We went to school together and still play rugby from time to time,” Henry replied, cradling his pint of Guinness. He had shifted on the booth so his back was to the corner and he could properly look at Em. “How about you and Clara?”

“We grew up together. Neighbors all our lives,” she replied, popping a chip in her mouth. “Clara dragged me to one of Todd’s matches on Sunday. Did I see you there?”

“Umm, no.” Henry smiled indulgently. “Just got back yesterday. I was out of town for work.”

She only hummed in response, trying to think back on anything that could have put her and Henry in the same place and explain this feeling of familiarity.

“The Tudors.”

“What?” She asked in confusion at Henry’s random comment.

“You’re trying to figure out from where you know me,” he pointed out with a smirk and Em felt her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I did some other stuff too, a couple of very bad horror movies but that was my biggest role, so you might know me from there.”

It was like a lightbulb finally switched in her brain and she finally managed to place him in her memory.

“Oh my God, you did that weird-ass movie with the nazi vampire zombie! The one with Fassbender and the guy from Prison Break.” Em exclaimed a little too loudly, but Henry only chuckled. “That movie was terrible.”

“Yes,” he nodded, ducking his head a little, and was that a blush? “And seriously? That’s where you know me from?”

“I like crappy horror movies, ok?” Em shrugged with a grin.

“Clearly.” Henry laughed too.

And just like that, conversation flowed easily between them. Henry was a fun guy, surprisingly dorky, and a huge geek for videogames and the fantasy genre. It was nice to talk to someone that seemed to appreciate Lord of the Rings as much as Em did and she didn’t even notice when Todd and Clara slipped out without a word, obviously thinking their job was done.

Maybe if Henry was someone else, not an actor or that hot, they could have been right but as it was, Em didn’t see things going beyond a cool friendship.

That was what she thought at least until Henry walked her home, like a perfect gentleman, making her laugh with so many stupid jokes her sides were aching and she felt like she hadn’t smiled this much in days.

“You didn’t need to walk me all the way to my door,” She commented, turning to face him, her back leaning against the frame. Even in her heels, she needed to tilt her head up to look at him.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Henry snorted. “You can barely stand on those.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it was more because her feet were sore from the constricted space than from the amount of alcohol she consumed, though that definitely played a factor on Em turning her head just when Henry leaned closer to lay a goodbye kiss on her cheek, making his lips land on hers instead.

They just stared at each other until Henry closed the distance again, his mouth returning to hers for a harder, much hotter kiss that had Em pressed against the door. His hands found their way under the hem of her dress; hers to his hair, pulling him even closer, desperation clawing inside her gut because it had been a while for her.

That was only the first of the one-night stands with Henry. Back then, Em thought it would be the only one, but as years passed, whenever the two of them found themselves single and in need of release, they would get together, no strings attached, no commitment, just a purely physical thing that none of their mutual friends knew about.

Her attention snapped back to the present when Henry tugged on her hair until she let his cock out of her mouth with a pop, crawling on top of him to meet his lips for a messy kiss.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, panting. His hands working on the buttons of her jeans to push them off. “Your mind was so far away.”

Strangely enough, this casual affair they shared made her friendship with Henry stronger because once you’ve seen a person naked and on one of their most vulnerable moments, it could be so easy to open up to them.

“Just thinking about when we met,” Em replied, sucking on his lower lip and Henry let out a weird wheezing sound that it was half a groan, half a laugh.

“That’s was a good night,” he said, rolling them until Em was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His blue eyes, despite being clouded by lust, were still so intense and seemed to be able to look straight into her soul. “But I want you here, in the present with me.”

Henry met her lips so softly and with so much affection that her breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on the sheets beneath her as his mouth descended over her body, kissing and sucking and biting. Lingering over all her pleasure spots and lavishing them with attention.

This was why Em needed to put an end to this thing with Henry. Lately, every time the two of them ended in bed together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the doors closed against the growing feelings in her heart.

To keep herself from not letting the love she felt for her friend Henry to be contaminated by the lust that ignited in her body whenever the two of them fucked, turning this into something else that would definitely end with her heart broken.

“I can hear you thinking,” Henry chided, biting her lower belly and making Em jolt and giggle.

“Sorry, sorry,” she looked down at him with a smile. “Just too much in my head tonight.”

“Let’s see if I can make you relax.”

He smirked at her, his mouth moving lower, planting soft kisses over your hipbones, tongue tracing the waistline on her panties, and anticipation started building in her center. Em wanted to press your legs together to find some kind of friction, but Henry was kneeling between them, his strong hands keeping them open; thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and she couldn’t focus on anything else even if she wanted to.

His mouth finally moved lower, tongue teasing her folds through the lace of her panties and she gasped and tried to thrust up but Henry kept her down before hooking his fingers on her panties and pulling them down, exposing her wet cunt to his warm breath and she shivered in expectation.

Henry seemed to be keen on driving her crazy because he was taking it so very slow, kissing and nipping her mound on his way down until finally, his tongue flickered against her clit. Only the briefest of touch but it was enough to make Em buck and moan, her hands coming to his hair and fingers digging in his scalp.

“Stop teasing,” she asked, making Henry chuckle against her and a groan ripped from Em’s throat at the sweet vibrations. “Hen… please.”

“That’s better,” he replied, rewarding her with a broad stroke of his tongue over her slit before he sucked hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she raised her hips to try to get more of it.

Fortunately, Henry seemed to be done teasing because he moved things along, licking and sucking and even nipping very, very gently on her clit, while two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her drenched slit. Every outer motion he crooked his fingers up, hitting right in that spot to make Em see stars.

It was easy to get lost in sensations whenever she was with Henry. He knew her body like the back of his hand and made sure to keep her completely engaged. He kept his eyes on her face, reading her expressions to make sure she was enjoying herself but also because he knew Em loved the sight of him like this, his mouth on her cunt, his eyes dark with his desire for her.

He also made sure to hum and grunt for her, so she could hear how much he loved her taste and smell. Whenever his mouth wasn’t busy, he would also whisper the filthiest things in her ear, because he knew it turned her on.

His free hand roamed her body, touching and kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples to make Em arch and mewl, sending bolts of pleasure that seemed to gather on her core, coiling into a knot of ecstasy that made her writhe and shake. Her body tense with arousal, toes curling and thighs quivering as her orgasm approached like a rushing wave.

Henry also knew exactly when she was close to the edge. Em never needed to let him know and he would always redouble his effort, suck her clit harder, finger her faster, until that knot finally snapped and she arched against his mouth, her release soaking his fingers and chin.

Her body felt weightless like she was floating. Her muscles spasmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure and her mind, always running, was for once pleasantly blank as Em grinned wide, enjoying her high.

She barely noticed when Henry pressed one final kiss to her clit before he crawled on top of her again, meeting her lips and letting Em taste herself. It was one of the things that turned him on, to have her lick her juices from his mouth and chin, letting her tongue running over the rough skin of his stubbled jaw, chasing every last drop and Em felt his cock twitching in response against her hip.

“Fuck me, Hen,” she gasped against his cheek before her lips moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to make him groan. “I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

With her brain still swimming in endorphins, She barely noticed Henry getting up and moving to the bathroom. She only registered the curse he let out as he came back to the room with an empty box.

“Do you have some?”

She gave Henry a look, propped in her elbows. Em was a little too old to go around with condoms in her purse. She kept them on her toiletry bag which was in her suitcase, still at the airport.

“Shit! I really wanted to fuck you tonight.” He dropped the box on the ground, combing his fingers through his hair before climbing on top of Em, his kiss searing and stealing her breath away.

She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging on his shoulders. It had been a while for her and Em shared Henry’s frustration. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her in that perfect way only Henry could do.

“Do it,” she declared, meeting his confused gaze. “It’s fine, I have an IUD and it’s not like I’ve been with anyone else in the last four months.”

“Me either,” Henry replied, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smirking at him. “Fuck me, Henners.” He groaned and glared, making her chuckle. He hated the nickname and Em knew it.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

He flashed her a mischievous smirk, reaching between the two of them to guide his cock to her slit, pushing inside in one rough stroke and Em cursed and clawed at his back, the sudden intrusion with just that edge of pain made her clench tighter against him and Henry grunted against her ear, pulling her legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Henry!” she hissed breathlessly, slapping his shoulder blade, which felt more like hitting a brick wall. “A little warning would be nice.”

“You love it,” he smirked down at her and nipped at her bottom lip before grinding his hips against hers, making Em moan. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

His movements started slow and deliberate. Henry’s goal was to drive her crazy all over again because he loved to see Em lose control and he loved to gloat over the fact that he was the only guy that ever managed to make her cum more than once on the same night.

Taking her hands in his and pinning above her head, Henry started to add some more strength to his movements, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Em mewl at how deep he was going.  His mouth on her neck, and collarbone returning to the task of marking her as his, even if the two of them weren’t like that.

Her hips raised as best as she could to meet his movements and welcome him in. Her walls clenching tight as if refusing to let him go and every time, it made Henry grunt and suck harder on her skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched closer, seeking more as he licked a path from the hollow of her throat to her chin, lapping at the sweat gathering in her skin before his lips met hers again.

Soon, all Em knew was the way their bodies moved in tandem, meeting each other in search of pleasure. Henry praised and whispered dirty things in her ear, while her fingers entwined with his and her heels dug on the small of his back, urging him to move faster, harder, give her everything she craved for.

The knot of pleasure started to form in her core once again, growing and expanding as she could feel every single ridge of Henry’s thick cock filling her up, his pelvic bone slapping her clit at each thrust. She knew he was close too, his motions losing its controlled rhythm, becoming wilder, messy. His grunts turning throatier, his words filthier.

“God, I love your cunt. The way it squeezes me so tight,” he mumbled against Em’s mouth, his breath coming in short pants. “It feels even better without that fucking latex. Shit! I wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah.” Em nodded, too far gone to form a reply more elaborate than that.

“I wanna see it trickling down your pussy.” Henry’s grin was absolutely filthy and she cried out as his words brought forth her second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He grunted his grin widening, his hips snapping harder against hers, dragging out the ripples of pleasure shaking her body. “Just like that! Yeah. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

His words hung in the air as Henry stilled above her, muffling his growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her and she could feel his cock pulsing against her quivering walls and Em never felt more complete before.

In the back of her mind, a treacherous thought broke free and she couldn’t help but think that she could definitely get used to this. Having Henry every night, without barriers, without anything in the way. Just the two of them. Like it was meant to be.

x(tbc)x     Chapter 02

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As Darkness Falls

SUMMARY: Henry is trying to live with the curse he was given. He believes he is doomed to live eternity in the shadows. But when someone comes into his life, he starts seeing the light.

WARNINGS: There are dark themes in the first couple chapters. Death and other serious topics will happen, so if you are uncomfortable with these things, no not read! If you are under the age of 18, please do not read. It is not appropriate for teens and children!

WORD COUNT: 1312

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written something in several years, so I’m getting back in the swing of things. This is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! I hope you all enjoy this!

Pairing: Dark!Henry Cavill x secondary character

Rating: 18+ (adult themes)

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Chapter 2

WARNING #2 Again, there are dark themes in here. If you are not comfortable with death, please don’t read this! If you are under 18, please do not read!

As the sun begins to go down, he begins to get that itch beneath his skin; the kind of itch that he isn't able to scratch. He hasn’t felt this itch in a few weeks and was hoping that it would have gone away for good this time, but it never does. No matter how hard he wishes it away, it always comes crawling back into his soul.

Henry leaves his small cottage at the edge of the town and starts making his way down the main road. He hopes that he can make it through the street without anyone noticing him, but it never seems to happen. The patrons of the town always whisper about him as he passes.

“There goes that strange man again.”

“What does he do all day alone in his cottage?”

He always smirks to himself when he hears some of the looser women in the town whisper to each other.

“What I wouldn’t give to spend one night with that handsome, mysterious man.”

If only they knew what he would do to them if he ever got them alone at night. Jack the Ripper would look like child’s play compared to what he’s capable of doing.

He lets out a small groan when he hears someone call out his name. He stops and turns towards the man calling his name.

“Henry Cavill, it’s so nice to see you out on the town.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Thompson.”

This young woman walks up to Mr. Thompson and gives Henry a shy smile.

“Oh, Henry, I don’t think you’ve met my wife before.”

“No, sir, I haven’t.”

“Well, this is my beautiful wife, Abigail.”

He looks over her and smiles. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Abigail.”

He takes her hand and gently kisses the top of it. He doesn’t miss the slight blush she gets on her cheeks as she withdraws her hand from his grasp.

“She is quite beautiful, Mr. Thompson. You caught yourself a good one.”

“Thank you very much, lad. Maybe one day, we’ll see you with a beautiful woman next to your side.”

He puts on a fake smile as he looks down at his feet. “Yeah….maybe”

“You have plenty of time, Henry, to find yourself a good girl. You’re still young. And from what I’ve heard, there are plenty of women in this town that wouldn’t mind calling themselves Mrs. Cavill.”

A smirk plays on his lips, “Is there now?”

Henry glances over the buildings of the town and sees that the sun has almost disappeared. The night is about to cast its shadow over the world.

“Well, it was very nice seeing you, Mr. Thompson, and Abigail, but I must be on my way.”

“If you must”

“I do, sir, ” as he begins to walk away.

He hears Mr. Thompson whisper to his wife, “That boy has so much potential to make something of his life. It's a shame he hides away in his little cottage.”

Henry lets out a sigh and shakes his head to himself. He makes his way through the rest of the town with his head down, avoiding all eye contact from anyone.

He finally makes it out of the town and begins to walk on the dark, lonesome road. His body starts to relax and he’s walking at a much calmer pace. He raises his head and looks up at the clear night sky. He sees how the stars sparkle and remembers how he used to wish on the stars that his dreams would come true. But now he has to live a life of solitude because of his curse.

As he makes his way even further down the road, Henry can hear the faint sound of the quieting life of the next town over.

He swiftly makes his way into the shadows of the trees, so no one can see him as he begins to hunt for his prey.

As he walks on the outskirt of the town, he looks for the vulnerable prey. Whoever made the mistake of walking alone on this night.

He finally spots the one!

It’s one of the many prostitutes that roam the streets, looking for a quick fuck from anyone willing to come near her.

As he makes his way closer to the soon-to-be victim, he can smell the scent of her blood and it’s driving him crazy.

He stops in the shadows behind her as she walks up to a man leaving his shop for the night. The man just pushes her to the side to get her out of his way and she begins to stumble. Henry grabs her arm to help her keep her balance.

The soiled dove looks up at Henry and smiles. “Thank you ever so much, sir, for helping me.”

He puts a charming smile on his lips, “It’s my pleasure, miss.”

She steps up real close to him and runs her hand down his chest. “I would love to pay you back for your kindness, sir.”

He cocks his eyebrow up at her, “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

She grabs him through his pants and he lets out a growl. She smirks at his reaction and he pulls her into a dark alley.

Henry slams her hard, face-first against the wall. He pins her body against the wall with his and begins to nip at her neck.

She grinds back into him and feels his hardness growing. She reaches between them and starts to undo his pants.

He grabs her wrist roughly to stop her hand and spins her around. “You’re an eager whore I see.”

She runs her finger along his sharp jawline, “I prefer a lady of the night”

He hisses out, “Why? You’re no lady. You fuck anything that gives you any sort of attention. How does your mother feel about this? I’m sure she never raised you to be so cheap and dirty!”

She slaps him and his eyes darken even more. “You have what is coming to you. You are just a waste of what could have been a beautiful girl.”

He sees the fear take over in her eyes and hears how her heart is beating so rapidly.

She shakily asks, “What are you going to do to me?”

Henry stares her in the eyes and gives her a quick smirk before he sinks his fangs into her neck.

He feels how she starts to struggle and battle for her life, but Henry shoves her body harder into the wall.

He feels how life gradually creeps out of his victim’s body and slides smoothly down his throat.

Once he’s done with her, he breaks her neck swiftly and without a sound. The body falls to the ground in a limp pile of clothes and skin.

The only sound heard is the echoing of his steps as he goes back into the darkness.

[singeramg]

Ruin Me

Quick little reader insert imagine based off this post. Based off a non-ask...

*Update: Now a full length story! Check out Masterlist for my chapters?*

Pairing:  CEO! Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Power imbalance, dom! Henry, sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk...

Song choice: Funny How Time Flies- Meshell Ndegeocello

PART 2 HERE

  “ Y/N can you bring me a cup of coffee...please.”

His voice wasn’t raised but his tone told you all you needed to know. 

He was not happy. Not happy at all. 

He had called you from the phone in his office, not even bothering to call through the door or better yet come to the door himself which he usually did when he needed something from you and was in a good mood. You don’t dwell on it much and you get to your feet, and hustle over to break room to make a fresh pot of coffee. 

It doesn’t take long; you wait the ten minutes to brew, taking note that your coworkers are packing up for the night. You look at the clock and realize you better do the same.

Although you have nowhere special to be the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night was spend more time at the office. You didn’t complain much, the job wasn’t had for you. You hadn’t been with the company long but you were sure you liked it thus far.

You were Executive Assistant to the CEO of Cavill Industries. a company he started with his brothers years ago and had grown to be a world wide force. Henry Cavill may not have been the eldest brother but he certainly was the most determined and invested of the 5 and more so than any man you had met. This was why they made him the CEO. 

You also thought that had something to do with the fact that he honestly was the best looking brother out of all of them.

The face of the company.

He had to stand out in a crowd, oh and Henry Cavill certainly did.

You could admit to no one but yourself that you had found him extremely attractive during your third and final interview where you finally got to meet him. If he wasn’t your boss, he would be exactly the type of guy you went for in terms of looks. Tall, dark curly hair, a jawline that could cut glass, dazzling smile and  sharp blue eyes that seemed to pinpoint everything 

Including any mistakes you made.

He had made adjusting to this new job hard for you.

Pointing out every mistake, forcing you to redo whole reports that people who got paid a lot more than you should have been doing

But nooooo

He ‘trusted ‘ a.k.a could hover over you while you fixed it.’ causing more late nights and overtime than you cared to think about.

Forget a social life, everything had to be about him.

You had to be everything. 

In your job interview nobody had mentioned you would be basically in charge of his life. 

Dry Cleaning, arranging his groceries to be delivered, you were even his dog walker on the days he brought his cute Akita Kal-El to the office. 

Yea that was totally fun in the heels he forced you into everyday.

You had tried wearing respectable flats after your first week with sore feet and he vetoed that almost immediately. 

Saying it wasn’t “seemly“ and that you were the assistant to the CEO and you should dress like it. Needless to say half of the time you wanted to slap him. The other time you were ridiculously turned on. I mean despite being an ass sometimes he played right into your masochistic streak. The way he spoke to you, wasn’t nasty but it had a very direct way that left no room for arguing or confusion. Just like with the heels. You normally would have argued your point, maybe even seen if he would come to some sort of compromise but you didn’t with him. You just kept the flats in your car and a pair under your desk for when you were sitting at your desk and for the days he was out of office. 

That sort of sneaky was not like you at all. You just preferred to pull off the band-aid so to speak, but Mr. Cavill was not for any of that.

All you said to him when the response he wanted was obvious was a yes sir or no sir. 

You made his coffee just as he liked two cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. He always would like three extra cubes of sugar on the side, adding the extras depending on how his day had been going. The more sugar added the better his day. You walk as smooth as you can to his office, the large dark door. You don’t bother to knock, sliding open the door to his office, begging your heels not to catch on the floor. You sit his coffee on the desk, to his right, and far enough from his hand that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over. 

You smooth out your black mid length dress, and try not to fidget with your red belt that gives a retro theme to the look, and you even had a red purse and red blazer to wear with it (which you had ditched mid-morning). You slip back out the door when he doesn’t look at you. You pick up the tablet you use to keep track of everything on a mobile basis. You pull up his calendar and head back into the large office. 

The office itself had never intimidated you despite the large solid oak desk in the middle of the room. It felt open because of the floor to ceiling windows that had automatic curtains that came down on command. You actually loved his office despite the fact that you didn't spend a lot of time in it. You re-enter his office, and stand in front of the desk looking down at the calendar.

   “Okay before the day ends I would like to go over your schedule for the weekend.”

He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes giving direct contact, that you couldn’t hold and went back to the glowing tablet, where the sun was starting to set outside. 

  “You have a dinner meeting tonight which starts at 6:30pm; a 30 minute commute time which means you need to be out of here in the next 45 minutes,  if you would like to arrive with your 15 minute grace period as normal.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, then takes off the reading glasses off his face and tosses them on the desk.

  “Continue.”

  “ Not too many things on the agenda for this weekend except for family brunch on Sunday. Your mother requests you arrive on time this time.”

You regulate a smirk to the side of your mouth.

  “I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to your house by 9am for you to take over there to her.”

  “I don’t suppose I have any missed messages from today?”

You look at him confused.

  “Ummm....no. Were you expecting a call?”

He sighs and rubs the temples of his head, clearly upset something.

  “No...yes...don’t worry about it. You’ve already arranged for a car for me?”

Yep, he was upset and he was not about to share it with you. You didn’t press him, only prayed it didn’t result in a hell of a clean-up for you later. You had been the bad guy with no less than 4 woman, all of them glaring and spiting nasty vitriol at you when you wouldn’t give them access to Henry. You had seen them all come and go.

  “Yes.”

He looks you over, getting to his feet, walking over to the door you knew to be an en-suite bathroom and keeping his extra changes of clothes.

  “ Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He asks you suddenly and puts you on the spot. You don’t even have a lie to cover up how pitiful your life was, but you had to try. He didn’t need to know you don’t have anything planned tonight but a glass of wine and catching up on your TV shows you missed for all the overtime you’ve been working. 

  “Yes.”

  “Like what?”

He asks almost immediately as if knowing you were lying. You had to try and get out of some crazy overtime he was known for. You didn’t want another late night in the office.

 “Ummm...”

As noted earlier you didn’t think well on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at you.

 “You know I don’t appreciate liars Y/N. Anyhow if you are done lying to me, the meeting for tonight requires a...feminine touch.”

 “Feminine touch?”

You echo. He goes into the closet and you can hear him changing. You try not to think about him behind the wall.

 “Yes. The people I am meeting with require a bit of finesse. The negotiations always go better when we bring our women to the meetings.”

“Soo... would you like me to call someone for you. I can have a dress sent over in their size to smooth the deal over.”

He laughs at you.

  “No. Grab your things and call the car service to get here in 10 minutes.”

  “ What stop the press? Are you putting me out of the office before you for once?”

You quip at him. He comes from around the corner his attire changed into a black button down shirt, left with the top few unbuttoned. He adjusts the sleeves and looks up with you.

  “No you are going with me Y/N and we must hurry, you are going to require another dress.”

  “But...”

  “No buts. I need you and you are wasting time.”

He picks up a black suit jacket, his cologne hitting you with an umpf he walks by you to get to the car...

*********

The dinner had gone great from what you could tell. You saw a whole other side of Henry. One that was only observed under the rarest of occasions. 

At least for you.

Overall you weren’t asked for much, Henry had bought you another black dress only this one was a bit more leggy than you were used to around such important people. Its spaghetti strapped and sweetheart neckline, offering way more cleavage than you would ever consider wearing around him, but Henry had literally come in with you, pulling it from the rack along with a few other choices and this was the tamest all the options he left you. You damn near had a panic attack in the dressing room. The women in the boutique had fixed your hair and makeup in the little amount of time you had, once again at Henry’s behest. You hadn’t be so pulled together since... well you couldn’t remember....

Henry had even been nice to you all evening, but you knew it was all an act, even if your body did respond to the compliments and lingering looks, the smile he would shoot you, he had even let his hands skim across your lower back. 

You did your best not to read into anything. Had even gone along with the little game he was playing, being over sweet, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, your hands lingering on his arms. Enough to suggest without being outwardly desperate and trashy. You were ever the smiling damsel to his associates, laughing at the jokes, ignoring the sexist comments about your dress or the ‘arm candy’ they referred to you as, despite it pissing you off.

You stayed to yourself most for the ride back to the office, and he stays quiet as well. Only then once the car parks do you realize in your haste earlier you left your keys upstairs. He insists he needs to come up as well to grab some files from his desk. You offer to bring them back down but he insists. You scurry to your desk, not finding them in the drawer where you usually kept your purse. 

You don’t see them. You panic and look for them intensely.

Oh you hoped you didn’t leave them at the boutique where you changed dresses. 

  “Y/N. Could you come in here please? I would like to discuss something with you before you leave.”

He calls to you, the voice losing the soft tone he had with you all night, this only serves to make your blood run cold. Have you done something wrong? Said the wrong thing to the wrong person and cost him millions of dollars? You needed your job, and hoped pretty badly that this wasn’t the end of it.

You honestly couldn’t tell if you missed it or not. You disregard the thoughts you are having and push them back in your mind, offering to sort them out later. Preferably with alcohol nearby. You look into his office and see that he is standing behind his desk. Once you come in, thinking he needed something from you.

  “Close the door.”

You close the door behind you, the lights on a dim shade, enough for you to see but not enough to over power your eyes. 

  “Did you need anything from me, because it’s late and I should be heading home...”

He surprises you by cutting you off in a tone that was even softer than any other time he had used with you before. 

   “I just wanted to say thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

  “You are Welcome. I’m just going to go...”

You smile and turn to leave but his voice stops you with a sharp tone that makes you freeze.

   “Did I say you could leave?”

You feel your face get hot and you turn back around to face him. The lighting only showcasing the angles of his face, making you ever more nervous. 

   “No but Sir it's 12am...”

    “I know what time it is. You are so stubborn all the time. Can’t even take a simple compliment.”

  “I thought you were done.”

You shrug, and immediately regret being so nonchalant with him., his gaze intense.

   “I wasn’t. Now before you interrupted me, I was saying thank you not only because you came with me but for playing your role so effortlessly. I didn’t expect you to be so ...reciprocating to me.”

  “I figured that would be best. How would it appear if you showed up with a staff member we rather than a significant other like the other at the table.”

  “Well your quick and astute observation saved me tonight.”

  “All in a day's work. Now if I can just get out of these heels tonight and maybe into a pedicure tomorrow I will have made this all worth while.”

He surprises you by coming from behind the desk where he had been standing, coming to stand in front of you.

And you cursed yourself because it was back again.

The arousal you fought with every lingering look and touch he gave you tonight. How honeyed his words were with you, combined with the animalistic power you knew was just boiling under the surface. 

  “I have had many secretaries before and none of them take your position as seriously as you do. You put a lot of effort into your job and does not go unnoticed.”

Having him so close was unnerving. Especially when you had his direct attention. You can’t hold eye contact and look down at the floor. Henry touches your chin, his fingers tilt your chin up and you lock eyes. It wasn’t the first time you noticed the space of brown in his left eye, but the first time you were close enough to appreciate it. 

You feel your pulse quickening.

 “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look tonight.”

He blinks slowly and you don’t breathe at all as his lips move toward your own. He is seconds away from kissing you, tension heavy in the room.

  “Wait....Henry...I just...I Can’t go there.”

You say it out loud and it’s like someone let the air out of your balloon. He lets your face go and looks at you confused, for the first time you see just Henry. Not your boss, not the CEO who always had to be ‘on’ and in charge, you just saw Henry. His face was open and unguarded.

  “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just you are my boss...”

Henry moves suddenly, and yet simultaneously time slows as he crashes his lips onto yours. The odd duality of soft, yet firm, calming yet passionate overtakes your mind and short circuits you. His hands are holding the side of your face on one side and behind your neck. His kiss steals what little breath you had away. You almost forget why this would have been such a bad idea but he pulls away.

  “Darling, Didn’t anyone tell you? The boss makes the rules...”

He resumes kissing you and you offer little in the way of resistance as he picks you up, in fact you lock your legs around his waist and he deposits you on top of his desk. Everything you had been feeling for him was bubbling up in that moment. You were caught in being wanted to be treated like silk and wanting to toss him down and take exactly what you wanted in no uncertain terms of hatefucking him for all the jackass behavior he had exhibited since you started 6 months ago. 

You slide his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the room, igniting the soft thud it makes when the expensive thing lands in a heap on the floor. He pulls your hips toward the edge of the desk and his large hands are hot as they slide up your skirt over trembling thighs and his lips move to your neck. He finds the sensitive spots there quicker than anyone ever had while also moving his fingers to play with your clit through the lining of the black lace panties you were wearing. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and Henry grins against your lips, letting you take a second before he kisses you again. His fingers dance around before latching to the hemline and yanking them with enough force that they are torn from your body. Your hips sting from the pull, but you are more than turned on. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and don’t look at the skin revealed, but he doesn’t let you take it off him and instead pushes one of his fingers inside of you, you lewdly moan, and grasp his biceps quickly, having been taken off guard. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet, because you were plenty wet, your now ruined panties had been testament to that, but you had expected more of a playful teasing, but as one of your last coherent thoughts, you knew this man never wasted time. 

He was a do-er... 

And right now he was doing you. The amount of focus and precision he took in his work, pouring over contracts, logs, inventory and the like, he was putting in on you. As his finger moves in and out he is staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode.

  “You are dripping baby girl. Melting right into the palm of my hand to be exact.”

He removes the finger that had been inside of you, raising it to his lips, tasting you from it, and you shudder. He kisses you again, you closing your eyes, then you hear in his deep tone like melted chocolate, luxurious to your ears,

  “Open your eyes and suck them.”

He held two of his fingers and you opened your mouth. He wanted to hold your gaze.

 “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You suck on them, imaging the girth that had been teasing you for months in his sacks, was what was actually in your mouth. You had wanted so badly to taste him and feel him you reach down, palming his obvious erection and you hear him growl. It was your turn to smirk, and as soon as he felt that smirk, he pulled his two fingers from your mouth and thrusts them into you. 

You whimper and the one hand you left on his bicep clenched in, digging into his skin. His fingers glide in and out almost painfully slow. You need faster.You try to move your hips to make him move but he chuckles.

  “That won’t work y/n. We do this at my pace. Be still or I will stop.”

He didn’t go any faster, his movements deliberately slow. You could tell he was getting a kick out this, and you whine again. 

    “Beg kitten.”

He whispers in your ear, his thumb teasing your clit again. 

   “Please.”

He moves a little faster.

  “Come on love. You can do better than that.” Teasing.

  “Please Henry...”

He slaps your thigh with a sharp tap and it sends the zing of arousal.

“That's not what you call me. Try again.”

While your brain is shorting out, you fumble on what he wants from you.

 “I..i don’t know sir...”

He rewards you by speeding up more. Your torso drops backwards, your head follows as you rest back on your elbows, and legs move wider, making your dress bunch up around your hips. 

 “There you go. There’s what I was looking for. Now beg me to make you come.”

You worry your bottom lip, ignoring how your chest heaves, pulling against the black fabric of the dress. 

  “Fuck! Please sir please let me cum.”

  “That’s more like it. Begging me like the dirty little slut you are.”

He speeds up, his fingers curling inside, tapping that spongy space that made your eyes cross and your vision blur. You didn’t think you would like being called a ‘little slut’ but it was more of a turn on than you had ever thought it would be. 

  “Sir let me cum please let me cum.”

His dexterous fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing your clit and you were glad no one else was in the office as your moans echo throughout the room.

  “You want to be my good girl hmmm?”

You nod furiously, the edge of your orgasm coming up rapidly, as your walls begin their tell-tell sign of fluttering.

  “Good girls wait until they have permission. You hold it.”

It was damn near impossible, but you try to focus on anything but how good his fingers feel. He pulls your body back up from the desk with his hand gripping behind your neck. His lips crash on your again, he lingers around your lips you breathe heavily against his lips.

  “I’ll be your good girl!”

You yell.

  “Good. Cum then come for me.”

It’s like the world goes silent and all you can focus on is his fingers as your orgasm pulls you under. It’s an out of body experience where you could hear your moans and groans of Henry’s name, where you were literally shaking, but you could bring yourself down. Destroyed, Henry is whispering praises in your ear. Calling you his and how good you were for him. It doesn’t take long to come back down, but when you do you feel wrung out, and as Henry pulls away, you notice the sheen of fine layered sweat on his forehead. You feel self conscious as he stares down  at you, and without the haze of lust in your eyes it settles in you that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life and hadn’t even taken off his pants. 

Pants that were currently begging you to be taken off. He begins to chuckle and you realize you’ve been staring at his cock outline, and he was laughing at you. He unbuttons his pants, and finally takes off his shirt the rest of the way, finally revealing the god sculpted body that he clearly worked for.

The look on his face says he is going to ruin you and you are going to like it.

Only then, as he begins to work on the zipper to your dress,  do you look to your left on the desk and see your keys sitting there...

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Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 18

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: It’s a bit of a shorter chapter, but very important for the story 🤗Also, I’m writing a little something something for Chris Evans and if you are interested and want to, please check it out 🤗💕

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Being 25 weeks pregnant is no piece of cake and I forgot how much I dislike it, especially in this heat. I’m nothing but a sulking mess in front of the air conditioning. When I was pregnant with Vanessa, poor Belle didn’t know what hit her and every time I was in a grumpy mood (which was daily), she had to deal with that. Now Henry and Vanessa are in this together, but they somehow continue to be the sweetest. I have mad ass respect for them, because I know that I’m in no better mood than I was during my first pregnancy if not worse. This baby likes to play football with my bladder.

Today we are having an ultrasound that will determine the gender of the baby. We were supposed to find out three weeks ago, but since the power was out at the maternity clinic, we couldn’t use the ultrasound machine, only an old piece of crap, that did determine that the baby’s heart was okay.

Vanessa walks out of the kitchen with a big smile on her face. ‘Mommy, we have pancakes.’

‘That’s great, sweetheart,’ I say from the couch.

School starts in two weeks and though I love that girl with all my heart, I’m happy that she is going back to school again, so we can have a certain routine in place again. My maternity leave starts in a month and I can’t wait for that to start.

I try to get up from the couch, but I can only let out a huff. I mean, I could get up by myself, but it’ll cost me too much energy. ‘Sweetheart, could you get your dad for me, please?’

Vanessa chuckles, because she always likes it when her dad helps me out. He is setting an excellent example for her and I hope that it will be moments like these she’ll remember once she will date herself. ‘I will, wait here, mommy.’

She skips to the kitchen, while Kal places his head on my knee. ‘I know, baby,’ I say to him. ‘We have fifteen more weeks to go, until you have another baby sister.’

‘Does my lovely queen need a little help getting up?’ Henry asks, who walks into the living room with a big smile on his face. Ever since we found out I was pregnant, there was an instant switch in his behavior. He has always been sweet and thoughtful, but nowadays he shows what he has been doing the past months that I have known him, it was only twenty five percent of his love.

I can’t carry groceries anymore, I can’t clean up the house anymore, because of the chemicals and the hard work (something that you won’t hear me complain about and I really hope this continues after I give birth and years beyond) and he literally does anything I ask him to.

Around a week ago I was thinking out loud with Vanessa what kind of snack I wanted and he rushed to the kitchen to get it for me. When we are in bed, he cuddles up with me from behind and places his hand on my bump. Our bed is the only place where he doesn’t ask me permission for touching it, which on its own is adorable. Whenever we are out of the bedroom, meaning downstairs, at his parents, in the mall, you name it, he’ll hover his hand over my stomach, before he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Every single time.

He is so sweet and so loving and I can’t believe that I went from an asshole like Wesley to a lovely man like Henry.

I hold out my hands for Henry and he pulls me up, before pressing a kiss on my forehead. ‘My little grumpy lady,’ he chuckles.

I scoff. ‘I’m not grumpy,’ I retort.

‘You are, mommy.’ Vanessa grabs my hand and says: ‘But that’s okay. You are growing a baby in your belly.’

Vanessa has been nothing but understanding and I love her with my entire heart for it. However, though it’s true, I refuse to believe that I’m grumpy, because I feel like I was on my best behavior today. ‘When exactly was I grumpy?’

‘This morning,’ she answers. ‘You yelled at daddy for giving you tap water instead of the one from the bottle. You stomped your feet when you found out he ate the last cookie. You cried when you saw that he gave you the wrong socks.’

‘Oh,’ I mumble, already forgotten that I actually done all of that this morning. Oh poor Henry. ‘I have been mean to daddy quite a bit, haven’t I?’

She nods.

‘Have I been mean to you?’

Thankfully she shakes her head, though I feel like she only says that to spare my feelings.

‘Good,’ I chuckle. ‘Do you think I should apologize to dad?’

‘You should, but remember, he will always love you.’

That shouldn’t make you cry, Olivia, so please don’t do that! I look up to my handsome and loving boyfriend Henry and say: ‘I’m sorry.’

He starts to laugh, before he shakes his head. ‘That’s okay, my love. You can’t help it.’

We walk to the dining room and once we’re seated, we start to eat the pancakes and they are really good. ‘Are you guys ready for today?’ I ask them.

Vanessa starts to nod. ‘I am. I really want a sister.’

‘You do?’ Henry asks. ‘And when we find out it’s a boy, what are you going to do then?’

Though Henry pretends he doesn’t understand parenting and is in awe with how I raise Vanessa, he caught on so quickly, asking her those deep questions. He tells me that we should raise all our future kids just like this, causing me to reassure him that we are definitely doing that to an extent, because I have a feeling that I found the perfect parenting style for me. Again to an extent again.

‘I’ll love him no matter what,’ Vanessa answers. ‘It’s just that I get girls better.’ That’s so deep. ‘Boys in my class are dirty.’

I snort. ‘Boys are dirty, I totally agree.’

‘Excuse me?’ Henry says, with a raised eyebrow. ‘I’m a boy and am I dirty?’

‘I was going to add that all boys are dirty, except for the Cavill guys, had you let me finish.’

He smiles, holding my hand on the table. ‘That’s better.’

Vanessa scrunches up her nose. ‘I think uncle Piers is pretty dirty. His farts smell really bad.’

Now Henry can’t stop the laugh. ‘You are totally right, my sunshine.’ He looks from Vanessa, to me, back to Vanessa, back to me, all with a loving smile on his face.

‘Mommy, daddy’s been acting weird.’

I nod. ‘I know, he is probably thinking to himself how he got so lucky that he got not only me, but also you and also this baby.’

‘How did you know?’ Henry asks, honestly in shock.

‘I know everything. That comes with being a mom.’

Vanessa agrees. ‘My mommy knows everything.’

‘That’s not true,’ Henry retorts. ‘No one on earth knows everything.’

Vanessa takes a bite of her pancake, thinks about her answer and eventually says: ‘Well, my mommy knows a lot. More than you.’

‘Yeah, sweetheart, you tell him the facts now.’

Henry sighs deeply, before laughing. ‘Always teaming up against me. Let’s hope the new baby agrees with me more often.’

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Because I’m in desperate need for some love from Vanessa, I’m sitting in the back of the car and hold her hand. ‘Together with the terrible mood swings going to the grumpy part of my feelings, I also have been overly emotional. I cry while watching Winnie the Pooh, the drawings Vanessa makes, make me end up bawling like a baby and sometimes when Henry and I are in bed, I just start to sniffle, simply because he gives me a kiss.

I can’t wait for the pregnancy to be over and to hold our new little baby, hoping that the hormones will normalize a bit.

I look at Henry through the rearview mirror and I can’t hide my smile anymore. I’m so happy right now, it’s disgusting really. When I’m at his mom’s place, we talk about life and she says that though she loves her husband dearly and he was an angel throughout her pregnancies, it’s nothing compared to how Henry is with me.

When we arrived at the maternity clinic, Vanessa sits on Henry’s lap, as she looks around the waiting room. ‘Mommy, how are you feeling?’

‘I’m feeling good, sweetheart.’

‘Are you nervous?’ She resits on his laps and places her hands on my stomach. I hate it when people outside my family touch my stomach, it makes me want to punch then in de face, but when she does it, I feel so loved, I feel so beautiful. Vanessa makes sure that I’m happy and that I feel good about myself. She is an honest angel.

‘I’m not. I’m excited.’

‘Me too.’

We are the next to be called in and Vanessa is sitting on Henry’s knee, as I lay on the examination chair. I pull up my shirt and the doctor squirts some cold gel on my skin. ‘Are we ready to find out whether you get a baby sister or brother?’ I love how the doctor involves Vanessa in this exciting day.

We hear the baby’s heartbeat filling the room and I already get emotional, something that was inevitable, because hearting their heartbeat always makes me cry. I hold onto Henry’s hand and he clears his throat, before he kisses my fingers. ‘Okay, this is the baby’s head,’ the doctor explains, as she points to the screen. She continues to look at the baby and say: ‘This baby looks really strong, so that’s good.’

‘Is it a boy or girl?’ Vanessa asks with a smile.

‘Let’s take a good look at that, shall we?’ With a frown between her brows, she tries to get the best view and eventually she smiles. ‘Well congratulations, Cavill family,’ she says, ‘you are going to add a little girl to the mix.’

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Hard Night

Henry Cavill Oneshot/Drabble

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: fluff and a mention of henry’s package 👀

a/n: this is my first posting of ANYTHING I’ve written, hopefully y’all will like it! I couldn’t sleep last night so i thought i’d spit this out. & thank you @princess-of-riviaa & @viking-raider for reading this, your work is amazing and i love y’all. this was also typed and posted thru my phone so the formats all fucky, sorry

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sleep comes and goes for you and it’s getting to a point where it worries him. when he rolled over in bed to snuggle you in close, he noticed you weren’t there. Henry cocked his eye brow up and patted your side of the bed. he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to his side table and squinted at the bright green lights of the clock and sighed. it was close to being 3am, your side had maybe a lingering of heat from you but he couldn’t tell.

“oh honey.” he whispered as he rolled completely over to open the blanket, he got out of bed, his knees popping as he stood.

he walked from the bedroom from the hallway when he had seen that you had lit your favorite candle, you had gotten it from a little store in town, saying that it smelt like the air when it was about to rain. next to the candle was a napkin filled with crumbs, guessing from your late night snack at the kitchen island. he trailed into the living room where there was a little glow from a light, which he was guessing the small lamp from the side table, and there you sat on your phone scrolling through god knows what.

your back was turned to him as you had his favorite blanket wrapped around your legs. Kal half way on you, half way off the couch, snoring loud enough where anyone could’ve thought he was an actual human.

clearing his throat, he asked, “what are you doing bug?” he rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light.

you didn’t answer but Kal perked up so fast, seeing Henry, you had jolted in your spot with a gasp. you followed what the pup was staring at and took out your ear buds when you saw Henry. he lazily smiled at you.

he hadn’t realized you where zoned out in your own world, now he felt a little guilty, knowing maybe this was the only free time you had to relax.

“I’m sorry baby, did I wake you up?” you asked as you paused your music, sitting up straighter.

Oh (y/n), he thought, she looks so tired.

Henry sighed, but shook his head no. he saw the dark circles under your eyes. “No bug, you’re okay.” he smiled again, his voice still hoarse.

this was the third night in a row where you couldn’t sleep. you both had no idea what was causing the problem, maybe your anxiety, maybe your depression. your appetite wasn’t normal and your sleep comes and goes through out the night. you had told him you try to eat even when you weren’t hungry, and you had tried taking sleeping medicine to help, but it had made you more restless then normal, so you had stopped taking it.

“I moved to the living room so I wouldn’t wake you up from me moving around.” you sheepishly smiled. you hated waking him up, specially at this time. Hen’s been toning up again for another role he got, so he’s been in the gym and running so you knew he was tired and sore.

“No no baby, you’re okay, I had to get up soon anyway,” he kissed your cheek when he walked to the couch, patted Kal’s thigh to get him to scoot over so he could sit.

He put his legs up under the blanket with you and leaned on the other side of the arm rest, mimicking your position. he put his arm over the back of the couch and leaned his head on his bicep. he blinked up at you. you had worn one of his long sleeved tee shirts, with your cream colored cardigan.

you smiled at him, grabbing his hand in his lap and squeezed three times, i love you.

he squeezed back, i love you.

you could see the sleep written all over his face, he had sleep lines on his face, and under his arm from the bedding.

“did you get to sleep at all?” he asked, while stifling a yawn in the back of his hand.

you leaned your head on the couch, “i got maybe,” you scrunched up your face, thinking, “three hours?”

Henry chuckled and nodded slowly, well thats better than last night, he thought. “That’s better baby girl.”

“what where you listening to?” he asked, “the same ten songs on repeat?”

you chuckled and rolled your eyes, “yeah.”

he breathed in deep and looked out the window, hearing some of the critters outside, scurrying around. you had put out so many squirrel feeders in the backyard just so you and Kal could sit at the bay window and watch them run around, you naming off your favorites, when all Kal wanted to do was play with them, or eat them.

knowing that it was probably pretty close to the time he normally wakes up to get moving around for the day, he thought it would be a good idea to have you join him in his morning shower. maybe after getting fresh and clean you’ll feel a little better and feel relaxed enough to fall asleep. even if it’s just for a little while, its better than the little sleep you had already gotten. and maybe he can get you relaxed in other ways you both enjoyed doing.

“I need a shower, you want to join?” henry asked, looking back at you, wiggling his eyebrows, with a shit eating grin.

you laughed and nodded your head yes, “I don’t gotta be asked twice,” you said as you got up off the couch, excitedly grabbing his hand and pulling him off the couch.

“maybe after a hot shower, you’ll be able to sleep.” henry said to you, as you lead him to the bathroom.

you both walked into the bathroom, henry flicking on the light. releasing his hand, you walked to the shower to start the water, stripping yourself of your jammies, henry at his side of the bathroom counter, getting ready to brush his teeth. he peeked at you, you and all your curves, stretch marks, and all that you saw as imperfections, you where a goddess to him.

he loved every part of you, whatever you saw as imperfect, he loved even more. one of his main goals to make you believe that you where made just for him, if he could, he’d scream it to the world, praising you of your accomplishments, no matter how small. his baby was the light of his life and he wanted everyone to know.

he watched you bend over in the shower to feel the water and he groaned. seeing the curve of your ass and the way your back arched to adjust the hot water nob, made his brain fog of all the moments you’ve shared. knowing what you sound like, those little gasps, the way your skin feels under his hands, the way his name slipped from your puffy lips after sharing kisses and lingering nibbles from him.

he felt his cock swell, he looked down and pressed himself on the counter, thinking the pressure might help, but oh lord it didn’t. he breathed in a shaky breath, doing it again. his left hand gripping the handle of the toothbrush, while his right tightened on the marble counter top.

“i appreciate you hen.” you said sweetly, looking at him through the mirror, walking up to him and hugged him from behind. “you’re my best friend.”

he squeezed the counter top again, girl you mess me up, stop saying sweet things. he groaned internally.

he snapped out of his dirty thoughts, toothpaste foam on his lips, gone when he rinsed his mouth, putting the brush back in its cup with yours. “i appreciate you too bug,” he grabbed your hands and kissed both of them, smiling into her hands and nipping a little in the junction between her pointer finger and thumb.

“now get in the shower so i can dirty you up,” he smirked looking at you through the mirror as you peeked you head up over his shoulder, henry only able to see the top of your eyelashes. you giggled and released him, turning around.

like lightning, he spun around and smacked your ass, just a small tap. you gasped and giggled.

“okay okay, im movin’.” you said, opening the door to the shower, biting your lip secretly.

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a/n: give me your thoughts, feedback is always welcomed lovies 😘 & again i apologize if this format, theres only so much you can do on a phone.

[wanna-do-bad-things]

On Purpose.

Summary: Henry has finished season one of The Witcher and his wife is in need of sex. Type: Smut. Detailed smut. Word count: 2589 Warnings: Frustration, coaxing, Henry using dirty talk, use of vibrator, restraints, unprotected sex, brief mention of creampie. A/N: So I’m pretty new here to this fandom and this is the first thing that I’ve written for him. If you read this, please give it a like/reblog and my ask is open if you’d like to drop me a message :) When I’m not writing reader insert, I write as an unnamed oc “she”. This was written as a request from someone on my Patreon but she asked that it was shared with tumblr. This was backed up by another friend who agreed it should be shared here, so I hope it’s enjoyed!.

The original request:  henry Cavill, he has wrapped up season one of witcher. His wife is super horny from watching season 1 and needs him to come home asap and fuck her asap. But mr henry comes home, eats, plays video games, teases her with showing his thighs. She is annoyed so goes up to room, later on he goes up, ties her up, rips her clothes and goes slow at first then picks up the speed and watches her body shake and she cums right on him. He stops her, getting naked and shoves his dick inside her and pounds her to oblivion smacking her ass Sorry for any mistakes in this.

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She’d been on the set for a lot of the scenes, watching as Henry worked his ass off to achieve the most realistic scenes he possibly could. She watched as he worked off set with the choreographers for the fight scenes, heard the way he shared his input for the way the weapons should look, feel and work. She’d felt her heart burst with pride as he held the attention of those within the room and felt her underwear soak as she watched him in action. 

She knew oh too well what he was capable of, had been manhandled by him on more than one occasion and watching as he moved with ease, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin and his expressions had her feeling weak. The cast and crew spent the final week going over everything and had a viewing of the full first series and all it had done for her was leave her even more sexually frustrated. 

He had a few more things that he needed to do before season one was fully wrapped up and had been out of the house for most of the morning and afternoon. All it had done, leaving her with her thoughts and images whirling in her mind, was increase her desire for him. By the time Henry comes home, she’s ready to jump him. 

“I’ve just got home, give me a few minutes yeah,” he kisses her on the tip of her nose and momentarily holds her against him. 

“But I-”

“I know. But give me time to wind down.”

“I could help with that.” She trails her hand down his chest, but he captures it before it gets too low. 

“Not that kind.” He gives her a small smile. “It’s been a long day already, I need to eat something – not you,” he adds quickly, “I need to eat, relax and shower. Maybe later?”

He moves out of her way, and though she understands his need and want for some downtime because of the strict schedule he’s had to adhere to, that doesn’t fix her craving for him. 

She gives it time, busies herself with a few other chores that she can think to do and also showers. Slipping on a robe with nothing underneath, she makes her way downstairs to where she finds him, sitting in his study with his game is open, a plate of finished food beside him and his attention completely on the screen before him. He sits with his headset on, a plain white V neck shirt and some cut off sweatpant shorts. The way he sits, his shorts ride up, exposing several inches of his thigh as he sits with his legs open. This was unfair. This was cruel. 

“How was your food?” She asks, stepping into the room and running her hands over his shoulders. Henry pushes one of his headphones out of the way so he can hear and briefly turns his head to acknowledge her. 

“Nice. Good. Just what I needed.”

“Got your fill?” She asks as she rounds his body and places her thighs on either side of his knee. She allows the robe to fall open, just enough to let him know, let him see just a brief hint of nipple as she sits herself down on. She’d played ever so briefly in the shower, not that she’d intended to but as she’d moved, spray from the shower had hit her body and couldn’t help but use her fingers. Her wetness slicks against his thigh and this gets his attention. 

“You’re something else today, do you know that.” He says after muting his mic. She grins and rocks her hips against him. It’s not the first time she’s rode his thigh and knows that Henry gets off on seeing her do this as much as she gets off on doing it, but she has no intention of reaching her orgasm this way. She leans in to him, wraps her lips around his earlobe and bites ever so gently, knowing it gets him hard when he begins to say, “let me ju-” he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before she sighs, and climbs off him. “Hey wait. You didn’t let me finish.”

“Well I didn’t either. You play your game Henry and I’ll just go play.” 

Her frustrations are making her crabby, but it’s been weeks since he last touched her, and her sex drive is higher than normal. All she wants is a little attention from him, but she’ll have to make do with thinking of the things she wants him to do to her instead of actually feeling it. 

She makes her way back to the bedroom and kicks the door shut, feeling the walls shake with the force of it. That might have been a little harder than intended but oh well. She drops the robe half-way between the door and the bed and slips between the sheets, kicking them off as she fumbles about in the bedside drawer for her newest purchase from an online toy store. 

With two sides on the top, one for precision and one with a curved yet flat side, designed to cover the whole clit, not just the tip like on the other side, she fully intends to play. This gets her to orgasm within a minute, two tops and right now, that’s what she wants. With its five settings, starting off slow and the highest setting making her lose her vision, her speech to no longer sound and her muscles to tighten up to the point where she had a cramp in her leg a few days later. 

No sooner had she turned the dial to switch it on, Henry is opening the door, a smirk on his face and his cock straining against his shorts. “Nothing makes me harder than seeing my girl all frustrated, wanting me and acting a brat about it.”

“You did this on purpose.” Her eyes widen in surprise, her jaw clenches and she glares at him. 

“Do you know how hot you are when you’re angry? Annoyed? Sexually frustrated?” he asks as he moves towards her. “When all you want is to be touched, licked and fucked?”

“Hen-”

“No, you’re going to listen since you made such a big display down there.” He’s above her before she can stop him, straddling her waist as she would his and he knocks the toy from her hands. it buzzes to itself on the bedding before he turns it off. “You want to be adored? Admired? Loved and fucked all at once? Is that what my wife wants? To have that bratty attitude fucked out of her?” She tries to move under his weight but doesn’t get very far. “Poor baby, guess you’ll have to lay there and endure this.”

She glares up at him, hating the wetness that builds between her thighs at his words. He always knows how to get her worked up, talking down to her like this, making her feel needy for wanting him in the most primal way. The way he looks at her - so bored, so unamused, only turns her on even more. “Touch me.”

“You’re in no position to make demands. In fact, since you need it so badly, I’ll give you exactly what you desire. I’ll give it to you repeatedly. How about that?” She nods eagerly, forgetting that she’s supposed to be mad at him. She willingly offers her wrists, allows him to bound them and tie them above her head to the solid wood bed frame. It’s not until he’s reaching for the toy that he so happily discarded that she realises what she’s done. 

“Henry - no.”

“Going to stop me, are you?” She swallows hard when the buzzing starts, “tell me right now that you don’t want this.”

“I don’t want to be teased.” She specifies. 

“But you want this, on your clit while I eat your pussy? Or maybe just inside of you, only just, to give you a taste of what’s to come as I pleasure you with my mouth?” He’s not pressed the toy against her yet and her eyes flutter closed at the mere thought of what his mouth can and will do to her. “Tell me you want it or you get nothing.”

“I want it. Please, I need it.”

“Only because you said please.” 

He starts the vibrator off on the lowest setting, trailing over her nipples which harden instantly under the silicon. The smoothness of the texture glides over her skin, goosebumps appear in its wake as he slowly trails it down her stomach, over her thighs and teases over everywhere but her clit. He gets close to her exposed clit, her wet core and her ass but never close enough. 

“I said no teasing.”

“And I said I’d teach you a lesson. You won’t learn if you’re just getting your own way all the time.” he dips it between her folds, the vibrations has her eyes closing completely and her breath slowly comes out as a long hiss. With her slick now coating the tip, he trails it up her slit and applies the lightest of touches to her bead. her thighs shake instantly, the build up starting in the shower finally taking its toll and before he can pull it away, she reaches her first orgasm. 

“Disappointing.” He declares. “I thought you’d last longer.” He presses the flat side, the one that covers her whole clit and presses down as he speeds up the vibration setting. Her mouth opens, her eyes roll and her back arches as she tugs on her restraints. Her stomach muscles flex, her belly visibly contracting before him as her legs shake. She can’t speak, can’t cry out as the pleasure takes over her. She’s barely had time to recover from her last when another one builds even faster, wracking her body at such a pace that her head hurts from the blood rush. She knows she needs to breathe but all she can do is accept the euphoria which floods her system. 

Henry pulls the vibrator from her, stares down at the wet bedding, her cum splattered thighs and takes in the sight of his wife completely undone. “Sensitive today. Abstinence really suits you.” 

“Don’t.” she manages to croak out, trying to close her legs but he holds them apart, running his fingers over her soaked core. 

“Thought you needed me?” He asks, his cock straining against his shorts as he kneels before her. “You can either suck my cock or let me fuck you. The choice is yours which hole I use.” He makes quick work, his clothes almost ripping under the force in which he pulls them from him. She drinks him in, torn between wanting him in her mouth but knowing with the way he’s behaving right now, that he wouldn’t go easy on her. 

She opens her legs, her knees lifting as she does so, watching as he palms his cock, pre-cum dotting at the slit. She wants to lick it away, take him between her lips but she’s not ready for the throat fucking that he’d give her and so prepares herself as he begins to lean forward, sinks himself into her in one long motion. He pulls her knee up to his chest and begins to thrust. He watches as her breasts bounce, the way she closes her eyes tightly and bites down on her lip. Clenching his jaw, he turns her body while he’s still inside of her and slaps her ass, feeling the way her pussy clenches around him at the contact. 

“You wanted this, now look at me while I’m fucking you,” he demands, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back into her fully. He takes her hard and fast, not giving her a moment to consider anything other than the way he drives himself into her. He spanks her again, enjoying the tightness increase when he does so and the moan that escapes her lips. He’s half tempted to get the toy, apply it to her clit once more and watch her come undone around him but he wouldn’t be able to keep the pace if he was holding that in place too. He’d need her to do so and he’s not giving her hands access again, not until this is over. 

The moment she’d sat on his knee - no, even the few seconds before she’d done so, he’d known that she’d be wet and how horny she’d been all day. Part of him really had wanted to de-stress in his own way but the other part enjoyed watching her get riled up, become so frustrated that she’d snap on her own accord. He loved that she became a victim to her own plan, suffering at her own hands. He knew she’d come up and play, get the new toy she’d denied purchasing but he’d heard her playing, seen the hazy post-orgasm eyes and blushed cheeks. He’d bide his time until this moment, not realising how effective it would actually be but it was a stunning reaction and one he fully intends to do again.

His hips continue to snap to hers, the sound of her wetness and skin on skin fills the room. She tries to hold back her moans but she’s mostly unsuccessful. The more she tries to hold it back, the harder Henry fucks her. He lifts her leg, her foot now on his shoulder, the slight shift in her position alters the way in which he enters her. It feels tighter and so he feels, if possible, bigger, now hitting spots which hadn’t been as accessible as before, or if they had, they certainly hadn’t come alive like this. His fingers dig into her skin, his short nails manage to nip at her, marking it with soft crescent shapes. His vocals reach her ears, his soft moans, deep grunts when she feels perfect around him and his growls when she tightens her core at just the right time. Hearing him is arousing, fresh wetness builds as she hears it and she pleads with him to cum. He grips her harder, one hand on her ankle, the other on her waist as he buries himself within her time after time until he halts, his cock throbbing as he climaxes, spilling everything within her. 

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks when his breathing has calmed and she rests her legs on either side of his thighs. 

“Mmmmm,” she moans softly, “something like that.” He pulls out of her, pausing for a moment with both hands on her inner thighs, holding her legs open just long enough to see the first drops of cum seep from her. “what a mess you’ve caused.” she comments and he grins. 

“You’re lucky I’m not making you sample it.” He leans over her with ease, resting his weight into his knees as he unties her. As she strokes over her wrists, he places his hands on either side of her ribs and leans forward, pressing his lips against hers and giving her soft, gentle kisses, a stark contrast to the performance he’s just given. “Let’s get you in that shower.”

“Yeah?”

“And then I’ll cook us something to eat, share that bottle of wine that’s been calling to us recently to celebrate the completion of season one and maybe…” he runs a hand up her thigh once more. “Have part two.”