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lovieebby · 5 years ago

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Summary: Henry wants you to sit on his face, which leads to primal cravings

Pairing: Henry Cavill x You

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: +18 !!! Smutty smut smut, Henry giving good head, vaginal penetration, dom!henry, kind of sub!reader if you squint, is caveman henry a thing?, fluff, aftercare (literally almost everything)

A/N: I got the inspo from a shirt I saw on my fb, thank you bby (@viking-raider) for being my beta and making me die, heres to my first smut fic! 😘

(What the shirt said & i got carried away)

“My weight is none of your concern unless i'm sitting on your face”

I added this gif bc you’re gonna need a visual of how he moves ;)

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“Yeah, no,” you shake your head, baffled that he would even ask.

“Yeah, come on, get up.” Henry said, patting his chest as he slides down just a touch, making space for you, eager to try something he’s tried to convince you to do before. He gave a mischievous smile, his eyes locked in on your connected body’s, thrusting up into you.

You gasp, placing your hands on his hips, trying to sit back down on his cock and grind on him, you want to stay connected like this, his cock was filling you up so nicely, you don’t ever want to leave. You shake your head, you’ve never sat on a man's face, you have thick thighs strong enough to crush a watermelon for god's sake.

“I said get up,” Henry wasn’t giving you the chance to say no again, his bright blue eyes a dark sapphire, pupils blown with lust and intsapation. He grabs your thighs, shoving you off his cock. You whine as his thick member slides out of you, making a lewd wet noise, leaving you gaping and empty.

You crawl up closer to his face, Henry's eyes gleam, smirking that he got his way. You put your knees by his face, bending your legs so they rest on his chest. You look at him and bite the knuckle of your pointer finger, your other hand bracing yourself on the wooden headboard, you hover over his face, not exactly knowing how he wanted you on him. His hands rubbed your waist, and softly came down to your hips, then slowly going back up, his right hand on the small of your back, the left on your hip. The look on his face was overpowering, his dominance reverberating off the walls, even though you were the one on top, he had complete control of you.

Henry pushes your hips down, forcing you to put your cunt on him, once you are fully seated on his open mouth you whisper out, “s-shit,” his hot mouth hitting your hypersensitive, puffed folds. He nuzzles into your patch of hairs, humming in satisfaction, being right where he wants to be for the rest of his life. His stubble is deliciously poking the insides of your thighs giving you the perfect kiss of pleasure. Henry moves his hands, rubbing your soft skin, pinching it when you shift away from his mouth, feeling his tongue touch your swollen clit.

He kissed your clit sweetly, giving it a small suckle, making you jump, hovering over him again, he looked at you, winking his ice blue eye, then forcing you back down on his face with the grip of his hands, digging into your legs. Henry laps long brushes at your folds, feeling you quiver at his touch, he moves his tongue down, circling your soaked hole, savoring every taste that hits his tongue. He sighs in content, tongue laying flat, licking into the inside of your cunt, curling it as he comes back out. You moan out loud, louder than you expected, your eyes widened, slapping your hand on your mouth, embarrassment heating your cheeks, you sound so raunchy.

Henry sees you, his eyes never leaving yours, he pulls you back slightly, getting out underneath you for a moment, “Don’t do that,” he demands, “I want to hear you fall apart, got it?” He clenched his jaw, giving you a disapproving glare, you nod understanding, looking into his eyes.

You drifted your gaze to his lips seeing his upper lip, wet with your arousal the sight makes you shutter, feeling a fresh wave of heat to your core. Henry grabs your forearm, forcefully pinning it to your side, you whimper at his dominance. He watches you while he sinks back into the pillow, seating himself back into your wet cunt. He slowly blinks, groaning loudly against you, the returning taste of your juices in his mouth, you instantly ground down on him, the vibrations of his moans and groans shot straight to your slow building orgasm, you want to feel that feeling again.

You want this moment to never end, you never thought sitting on his face would feel so ungodly good, Henry was so skilled and you couldn’t help but moan out, feeling complete bliss. He lets go of his hand on your arm and slides his big hands to your ass, squeezing your cheeks possessively, kneading them and pushing you to ride his face. You shoot your hands down, threading your hands in his hair as he lapped at your clit, sucking on it again. You let out a struggling moan, you can’t think straight, the only thing on your mind is his sinful mouth in your mound.

This was one of the hottest things you’ve seen, looking down at him, his eyes fluttering closed, enjoying the taste of you, his long lashes resting on his smooth cheeks. You arch your back, moaning loudly, unashamed of how well this felt. You feel yourself getting more wet on his stubbled chin, as you move your hips back and forth, gliding your folds against his warm mouth.

You took one hand off his head and put it behind you on his taut stomach, thrusting up, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Please, let me have your cock, please!” You beg out, panting as he roughly shoved your hips down, nailing you against his face. He hums against you, digging his face in your cunt more, wanting you to cum on his face, hearing your wetness against his chin riled him up, he wants to see you fall apart, this was the highlight of his day and he wasn’t going to let you go, not when you were so close to your release.

You curl into yourself, grabbing the headboard once again, you start to tear up, making incoherent noises, grinding down when you couldn’t hold your climax any longer. You cry his name out, letting your climax flood his mouth, your muscles fluttering along with the pull of your hips, rutting into his mouth. You clench your eyelids closed, whimpering again as he suckled on your clit aggressively, drawing out another orgasm out of you before the last one was even extinguished, teardrops fell down onto your breasts, the intensity of your release over powering your senses. Henry deeply moans into your cunt, over stimulating you with the sheer vibrations.

Henry wasn't fussing about his leaking cock, the need to taste your weeping cunt more prominent on his mind, but it now flexes painfully against his pelvis. He curses loudly, feeling it pulsing, he bites each of your thighs, making you whimper softly.

Henry can’t help the need to be in your cunt, he can tell you still have more to give him. He shifts to sit up, keeping your legs pinned to him as he starts to get up, you’re in the air for a short moment, holding onto his hands as they press firmly into your ass, he breathes in deep, still level with your mound, he smells your fresh aroma, making him growl, he puts one hand up your back, not letting you drop, he strategically moves his legs to where his kneeling, then places you on your back on the bed.

His eyes are so primitive when he sees you spent and panting, he grabs your hips and slides you closer to him, lifting them up as he grabs his cock, “You look so fucking good riding my face,” he grounds out, voice thick with lust, he has your juices covering his face, his lips a dark shade of red and plump. You shutter out a breath, his eyes burning into you with a look of pure possessiveness, his chest heaving as he moves his cock to your entrance. His cock is pulsing hot against your folds, he moves his head around you, making slicked, wet noises. Henry holds your hips down, not wanting you to move away from him, he feels the primal need to rutt into you and make you wither on his cock, watch you fall apart. He gives you no time to calm down, plummeting his achingly hard length inside your wet entrance.

You hiccup, unprepared for the aggressive slide of his cock against your walls, he bottoms out, making you slide up, you loudly moan, gripping the bed spread hard, making your knuckles turn white. You felt every angry vein on his member, felt every flex of him once he was seated in your heat, you couldn’t form words to moan out, you laying there, looking up at him, more tears filling your eyes. He was thrusting deep within you, making you forget everything but his cock, you tried to thrust your hips up to meet his, wanting him to move, but his hand kept you down, his other flat in between your breasts, keeping your torso still.

Henry closes his eyes, feeling your cunt pulse around him, he heaves in heavy breath’s, he opens them again, looking at your wet face, you whimper out his name, a quiet plea to move. He grunts, pulling his cock out slightly, then roughly pushes back in, keeping eye contact with you, your eyes widened in a silent shock and your mouth dropped open. He moves his hand on your chest up to the back of your neck, pulling you up, bending you into yourself, making you look at his cock seethed into you.

“Look at that,” he growls out, his cheek bone bumping into your temple, he moves his head to look at your connected bodies. He shakes your head slightly, making sure he has your attention where he wanted it, “Look at how you take my cock, driving me fucking mad.” You gasp and look up at him, he looks straight into your tearful eyes, you feel so full, the pressure of his cock pressing right in the entrance of your cervix.

He moves you head back to watch his movements with a growl, one hand on your neck, with the other one wrapped around your hair, he watches with you as he pulls out slightly, you cry out seeing the base of his cock, glistening in your juices, he pulls out just enough where you both see the curve of his head, then thrusts back into your heat, hitting your cervix again. You open your mouth in a silent scream, him cursing loudly when he bottoms out.

He pounds into you, hitting all your known spots that make your body ache, building up your orgasm, he keeps you in this bent position, wanting you to see what he sees. His grunts and growls get louder, knowing he’s close to his release, “You better come with me baby girl,” he grunts out next to your ear, you both were covered in a sheer layer of sweat, moaning together. You grip Henry’s bicep in one hand, your other holding your leg from shaking, “I am! I wanna come so bad!” You scream out, your climax tipping right over the edge, you gasp and try to beg for permission but it comes out as grumbles and whines.

He feels your cunt clench hard around his cock, making him feel his own climax tipping, he thrusts fast and deep, he looks at you, using one hand to grab your face, kissing you, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue when he licks up into your mouth, catching your upper lip with his teeth, you come undone all over the girth of his cock, your cunt pulsing, he pulls away from the kiss roughly and growls out, feeling it deep in his chest, “Fuck, yes baby, come all over my cock!” He booms out, the fluttering of your walls make him spill into you, he rutts into you hard, he slowly declines his pace, “That’s it baby, good fucking girl.”

Henry pants into your ear as he straightens your back, making your chest flush with his, holding you close, breathing deep while rubbing your back. He grunts with your whimper once he pulls his soft cock out, feeling his release spill out of you and onto his thigh. You felt like you were floating, disorientated and the only thing you can comprehend is Henry’s soft chants of your name. “Hey baby girl, come back to me,” he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder, attempting to get you back from your cloud nine.

You tilt your head back looking at Henry, exhausted, breathing deep as you feel yourself come out of your sub space, he holds you head as he sees your heavy eyelids, almost covering your glossed eyes filled with ecstasy. He kisses your eyelids and cheeks once again adjusting you in his lap, getting his feet out from under his thighs. He leans you both back against the headboard, brushing your hair with his fingers, he whispers his I love you’s in your ear, you tap back three times in your response, voice too hoarse to speak.

“Would you like some water baby girl?” He asked you rubbing your back, tipping your chin up to look at him, you softly nod your head, “Take me with you?” You asked quietly.

“Of course baby,” he kisses your forehead, then lays you down for a moment to get up from the bed to walk to the dresser to get a pair of shorts, he walks back, stretching before he crawls back to you, gathering you up to sit you at the edge of the bed, he grabs your shirt that was thrown on the floor, he gently put its on you, making sure you get your arms through the holes and picks you up.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs on his waistline, resting your chin on his shoulder, Henry’s hands on your back and under your ass. He walks to the door, opens it and starts to walk down the stairs, the hand on your back moving to the back of your neck, your head softly bobbing with each step. He reaches the bottom of the stairs with a soft huff, he turns the corner, you see Kal perk up from his bed, you smile and give the bear a small wave. Henry greets him, “Hey buddy,” he softly says.

He sits you on the counter and turns on the light above the oven, he comes to kiss your forehead, you lazily smile at him. Henry moves to the cabinet next to you, grabs a cup and takes it to the filtered water dispenser in the fridge. He hands you the cup, holding your hand over it, making sure you have it fully in your hand before he lets you go. You take small sips and hand him the cup when you're done, Henry drinks what’s left and sets it in the sink behind him. Kal quickly comes into the kitchen, bumping into Henry’s legs to get his attention. He smirks and pets Kals’ head, ruffling up the fur between his pointed ears.

You shift in your spot, your ass feeling wet, you put a hand down between your legs when you feel a puddle of yours and Henry’s come on the granite counter, “Uh oh,” you mumble, Henry perks up to see what you were talking about, seeing your glistening fingers in the light, “that’s hot,” you chuckle, grabbing the roll of paper towels, tearing one off, making sure your fingers don't touch the rest.

“I’ll clean it up later baby, don’t worry,” Henry snickers low, he takes the soiled paper from you, throws it away and comes to pick you up again. “You want a snack?” He asks you before he leaves the kitchen, you shake your head ‘no’ he hums in response and takes you both back up to the bedroom, he stops at the linen closet before going up the stairs. He opens the door flicking the light on, grabs a fresh duvet and puts it under his arm, he turns the light off and closes the door. You grab the duvet from his arm and hug it close behind his back, Henry goes up the stairs and gets in the bedroom, setting you down on the soft chair by your dresser, you hand him the new duvet and he replaces the bedcover.

“All clean for you baby,” he pats the bed after he remakes it, he chuckles at your post fucked face, all soft and sleepy. You smile sleepily, walking to your side of the bed and get under the covers, lifting Henry’s side up for him to get in. He turns the lamps off and gets in bed with you.

You cuddle into Henry’s chest once he’s fully under the covers, you nudge your nose at his chest hair, smelling his scent, sighing contently. Henry kisses the top of your head, “Good night baby,” he says into your hair, wrapping his arms around you, and pulls you closer.

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A/n: my panties have been gone to moment i wrote this so dont @ me 🤤 thank you bbies for reading, leave me some feedback! I luv you ❤️

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dear-chaton · 6 years ago

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another au this time its a P!atd au where Adrien is Brendon Urie, to an extent.

Fics, that have the background to this post, if you wanted to read them; Oddest of Summers and soon to come, It was An Accident

More under the read more, bc i woke up, saw this comment and iadfjsk ran with the idea i had lol

Okay so I’m a how do you say, baby p!atd fan so I totally don’t know as much about him as I should but I wanna say that in this au, there’s like maybe one or two albums that he’s definitely written and produced but the others were produced under his father and therefore Adrien wasn’t the soul writer/hated everything about those songs and refuses to talk about that era unless it’s fondly with Marinette

That being said, those two albums are obviously Pray for the Wicked, Death of a Bachelor. There’s a couple singles here and there that Adrien definitely wrote himself/again didn’t have the approval of his father to put it on a album so they’re his favorites and he loves to perform those the most since it’s him

Again that being said, some of those songs include, Bittersweet. Which as it’s name entails, is bittersweet bc he’s happy to have become who he is but also bitter about the life he’s lived so far Ik that’s not what the songs technically about but it’s cute, anyways that’s like his first song he produces and it gets him hooked and his father takes advantage of that.

Like badly.

Oh and like he’s roughly idk 26? In this au, well they’re all in their late 20s, bc I wanted to keep it in the 20s, heh. So by that math he came out with Bittersweet when he was fresh out of high school or the equivalent at a ripe 19.

Most of his raunchy songs are produced while he’s in college and that’s the only reason his father allows even certain songs to make it on albums, he’s very distasteful as obvious. In Adrien’s mind he’s only come out with 2 decent albums but in reality he’s produced 5, and tbh he doesn’t remember half of them, most of the time doesn’t sing songs from those albums and fans notice and thankfully never bring it up but his father hates it. Pray for the wicked is the first album he’s able to write and sing without his father bc well, the man cut him off after he came out as bi after releasing death of a bachelor. Again very distasteful Gabriel Agreste, he’s not in the fashion industry in this au so it’s only Adrien who can recall how nasty his father can be.

Like honestly the song girls/girls/boys should’ve been a clue. That particular music video wasn’t approved and Adrien is still salty about it. And to be honest a lot of the music videos p!atd are tame, his fathers fault but there’s a couple he does get his way for. But songs like I write sins not tragedies, yeah that song doesn’t exist in this au, bc hhhhhh his father sucks and didn’t approve it.

Once he’s been cut off though, he releases a couple songs that been his favorites over the years and that’s one of them and his fans really want to see a music video on that one and he’s in the middle of doing that during this au. This is Gospel is more about him worrying he’s gonna become his dad but changes lyrics so it can be approved to do a music video on. Death of a bachelor though is a soft spot, and he genuinely enjoyed shooting that video bc he was able to be completely himself and that was a dorky young man, singing in an empty theatre, dreaming of finding the girl of his dreams. In fact the music video wasn’t even planned, Adrien had run out after a stressful day and one of his fathers assistants had run after him, watching his performance of the song and suggested it be the official music video. That assistant is Nino and the two became fast friends. Nino co-directed that video alongside Adrien and he realized he wanted to be on his own.

And that’s when he comes out of his shell more, once he’s been on his own for a bit and starts acting more like the dork he is, and not the uptight image his father forced on him for years. Nino expresses that he’s changed in the best way and calls Adrien his best friend, to which he cries and is just so grateful his life is finally turning to be the better.

He’s so happy he gets a cat and names it Plagg and Nino is 100% done with him

This is also by no means 100% set in stone, but for now take it lol

#kiwi talks shit #adrien is brendon urie au #roaring 20s series #<--#i might call it that #kiwi writes like shit #oh wow look #another au

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