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Feels Like Home
Summary: Now 6 months pregnant, you’ve spent the week staying at your parents house whilst your home bathroom is remodelled under your husband Henry’s supervision, the reunion at the end of the week is truly welcomed.
Part 8 of my Rugby Teacher Henry Series (previous parts can be found on my masterlist or AO3)
Fandom: Henry Cavill
Pairing: Rugby Teacher Henry x Female Teacher Reader Wife (no body type or race specified)
Wordcount: 2556
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Pregnancy, stripping, fondling in public, horny Henry, stripping, accidental facial dick slaps, bath sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, small refractory period, fingering, clitoral stimulation, breast play, nipple stimulation.
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Henry Master List (Closed)
HENRY CAVILL - One Shots
Captain Kal: Henry comes home to find Kal in costume.
An Invitation (smut): AU in which Henry is a literature professor at a University and you sneak into one of his classes one day.
Hot for Teacher (smut): Professor Cavill! AU. It’s your last test before summer break in college and you decide to tease Henry in the middle of class.
Talented tongue (smut): no plot. Just some nice oral
Heaven in your mouth (smut): Follow up to talented tongue. Now someone has to return the favor
Her Minor Thing (smut): things are going so well between you’re and Henry, you just need to confess one tiny little thing: You’re a virgin. At 28 years of age.
Birthday Surprise: it was bad enough that you would have to spend your birthday in quarantine, but for Henry to forget it? That was just awful.
Popsicle (smut): Henry helps you to mown your lawn in a very hot day.
Just Say I Do: Reader proposes to Henry, but things don’t go exactly as expected.
Like it Rough (smut): your team just won an impossible rugby match and feels like you could take on the world. That also includes Henry.
Anchor: in the night, the demons come, but Henry is there to chase them away.
Jealous (Henry x Unamed OFC): Henry regrets letting her go one he sees her with someone else.
Call: Henry calls you in the middle of the night even if you two are broken up
HENRY CAVILL - Series
Eyes Wide Shut Series
Eyes Wide Shut (smut): AU. Working with an investigative journalist like Henry when you had a huge crush on him didn’t leave you with much free time for a social life. That is until you decide to visit a sex club and meet a masked handsome stranger who is more than willing to show you a good time.
Undisclosed Desires (smut): AU. After your run-in with Henry at the sex club, you go back home looking for some time to think about how you’re gonna look at him again come Monday morning. Unfortunately, he’s not about to let you have any time to think.
Beautiful Problems (smut): AU. It has been one month and things seems to going well between you and Henry… On the surface, at least. You’re still struggling to submit, but Henry isn’t giving up on being the Dom you need.
Rules of Engagement (Henry x OFC) (smut) (SUSPENDED): 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 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
HENRY CAVILL - Drabbles
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AUGUST WALKER - Oneshots
Falling (smut): angel/demons AU. You’re tired of seeing humans destroying Father’s creation so you decide to help August Walker achieve his goals.
Closer (Donaka Mark; August x Reader) (smut): you and August go undercover to dig information on a Donaka Mark, but get caught and end up in a very unsual situation.
On Display (smut): you find a hidden camera in your apartment and it has an unexpected effect on you.
Yes Father (smut): AU! After much insisting, your fiancé convinces you to go to church with him and you find yourself strangely captivated by the priest celebrating the mass, which so happens to be your fiancé childhood friend.
AUGUST WALKER - Series
The Rookie Series: You’re an CIA intelligence agent who catches the eye of August Walker
AUGUST WALKER - Drabbles
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WALTER MARSHAL - Drabbles
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NAPOLEON SOLO - DRABBLES
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CAPTAIN SYVERSON - Drabbles
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Imagine you're Henry's neighbour, you've heard his conquests, have to admit you're a little jealous as they all sound happy. But it make you wonder if they are faking it.
You chat to friend on the phone whilst in the garden, not realising he can hear you.
The knock on your door later that evening was unexpected but when you see your hot neighbour there you have no idea why.
Until he offers to show you just why those other women were so happy
Okay so i decided to continue my PE Teacher Henry series with this one, previous parts below:
Thigh Riding, Jingle My Bells , An Epic Quickie
Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of Angst, talk of breakups, young idiots in love.
The Boy Next Door
The sun was shining and the sounds of late summer could be heard as the four of you settled on dining chairs that had been pulled out onto the ramshackle patio so you could celebrate moving into the shared house for your last year of Uni and doing Post-Graduate for teaching. Opening a chilled bottle of Echo Falls Rose Zinfandel, Marie sloshed it into the four waiting glasses, handing on to each of you;
“Here’s to just one more year of Uni, then we can be set free onto the world of teaching education rather than being taught!”
The four of you had all done your degree’s together, and by the end of your 3rd year you had moved into a shared house to save on halls of residence costs. When you’d all decided to attend the same Uni for your Post Graduates qualification it was the easy choice to decide to rent together, and you’d manage to snag a gorgeous multi level Victorian town house to rent for the year. The landlord had admitted a few things needed to be updated, but it was a short walk from campus so in exchange for a reduction in rent you’d found the perfect place.
By the time the 3rd bottle of Zinfandel was opened you were all pleasantly merry, and from the advantage point of the raised patio where the garden dipped away as it went downhill you could see the road that ran alongside the house next door that yours was connected to. The corner house had looked a lot more appealing, but the rent had been considerably higher, so the compromise was that you’d rented the one away from the street corner. Just at that moment another Removals Truck pulled up alongside the corner house, and you could hear various cars park behind it, the sound of young male voices easily heard. It was obvious you had a group of male students living next door.
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Three weeks into term and you were sat at the desk in your room, glaring at the wall in front of you. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on how to teach fronted adverbials, the screams of the woman obviously on the verge on an orgasm from the guys house next door just reminded you of your lack of love life. With a sigh you set your pencil down and headed downstairs, away from the obvious now orgasming woman.
“Oh hey Hunny, thought you were catching up on some English Lit stuff?” Marie smiled as she poked at an egg she was attempting to fry on the small electric cooker.
“I was… until there was another screamer next door”
“Oh… another one?” she winced, knowing that from the 2nd day the guys next door had moved in, the one that was in the room next to you had been able to bed a different girl about every three nights or so.
You grabbed a glass of water and stepped outside, letting the sunshine warm your face. Opening your Motorolla Flip Phone you scrolled through your texts, smiling as you saw messages from last years classmates, checking in on how everyone was doing. You were vaguely aware of Marie coming outside, setting a plate down on the patio wall and the click of her lighter as she lit a Royals cigarette.
“You still miss him, don’t you?” she asked.
Pulling your gaze up to her, your eyes immediately growing wet. Nodding you swallowed the lump in your throat. Wrapping your arms around your body you looked out over the garden;
“I know… it’s stupid. Its been two years, and it was a mutual decision to part ways, but Henry was my first, you know? He was my first everything. We got together when we were sixteen, we made it through our A-Levels together, we even managed a year doing long distance when we didn’t get into the same Uni…”
“What about that dude… Chris? Didn’t you two have a thing a while back”
You let out a laugh;
“He loves his politics too much to commit to a relationship. If i had to listen to one more rant about Tony Blair whilst we tried to go out for dinner i would have screamed…”
You looked at Marie who was now halfway through her fried egg sandwich whilst her cigarette sat smouldering in the petunias that had mostly gone over for the season, and she gave you the ‘sad puppy eyes’ as she chewed. You let out a grunt of frustration;
“FUCK! I just want to not feel like this anymore! I’ve spent two years moping over Henry-fucking-Cavill, i just want to be able to get on with my post graduate and move on with my life without being constantly reminded of his skills every time i try to do any work in my room!”
-
Henry smiled and waved as Monica, no Michelle, no… wait… whoever made their way down the front steps of the house, closing the door with a sigh of relief.
“Another one dude?”
Looking at where Anthony was coming down the stairs he nodded;
“Yup. Sorry about the noise”
He followed his housemate through to the kitchen, switching the kettle on. He was now used to Henry’s conquests screaming the house down, but it was still fun to taunt Henry about the noise they would make;
“So, this was was faking it again?”
Henry looked at him in mock-shock;
“I can assure you none of them fake it”
Chucking teabags into two mugs Anthony chuckled;
“I know man. But i also know you’re still trying to fill the void she left. Its been two years man”
“Yeah, but she’s long gone, i’m her past, i’d only drag her down. She’s probably got some hot politics graduate about to propose to her. She wouldn’t want some dumb physical education ass like me anymore”
Handing him the strong cup of tea Anthony nodded;
“Whatever man, but i still think you should message her, you haven’t spoken in two years and you’re still hung up on her, one last try, huh?”
Heading out to the garden Henry sat on the patio wall and lit a cigarette. He’d sworn he’d never smoke again, what with being a physical education student, but there were still times when he buckled to his nerves and stresses. Lighting up he inhaled deeply, enjoying the quiet of the garden before he heard his neighbours come out onto the patio next door. Through the trellis covered in a thick layer of ivy he could hear everything, as although it did a great job at giving visual privacy, the clear voices of the young women next door carried easily through the greenery.
Ten minutes later Henry almost knocked Anthony over as he bolted up the stairs;
“Sorry man, got something to do… gotta get my Blackberry”
-
The next morning you were on your way to class when your phone chimed, looking at the screen you felt your blood run hot then cold at the name on the display;
“What does he want?” you muttered to yourself, before with a sigh you pushed the phone back into your bag, deciding to look at it later once you had finished your class. The last thing you needed to get your mind off of Henry was a text from him.
-
Making your way out to the patio, you threw your bag onto the sofa and smiled as you saw the rest of the girls already out enjoying the last of the days sunshine;
“Heeeyyyyy there she is” Janelle called, sipping from a bottle of Becks
“Is there any more of those? I need a drink”
Handing you a bottle Marie smiled as you smashed the cap off using the top brick of the wall, sipping the tart bubbles of Lager you let out a sigh;
“Henry texted me today”
The three girls went quiet before Jo spoke;
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t read it. I’m trying to get over him, the last thing i need is getting my hopes up. He’s hundreds of miles away, no doubt doing something super sporty that only makes him look even better, probably coaching kids rugby or something. He’s not gonna want some boring English teacher wannabe like me”
At the mere mention of the word ‘Wannabe’ the others broke into a poor rendition of the Spice Girls song, unaware of the silent frustration happening the other side of the ivy trellis.
-
After one beer you’d excused yourself, deciding to take advantage of the quiet to get some coursework done, thankful that your room neighbour on the other side of the wall wasn’t entertaining any female guests again, but you had no idea how long that would last so the sooner you got some work done the better. With your bedroom window open you got back to work, getting in a full hour before your phone chimed again with another text. Glancing at the little screen on the front you scowled, another text from Henry.
Setting the phone down you went back to your work, frowning as you struggled to concentrate, until five minutes later your phone chimed again, your eyes going wide when you saw it was yet another text from Henry;
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” you yelled at your phone.
“A REPLY!”
You sat at your desk, surely your ears were now playing tricks on you, you could have sworn you’d heard Henry’s voice. With a sigh you set your pencil down and opened your phone, reading the messages;
Received 8.46am: Hi. I know its been a long time but i’d love to call you at some point. Would be good to hear your voice. Hen. x
Received 4.55pm: Miss you. Can I call you? Hen. x
The phone beeped whilst you held it, another text coming in;
Received 4.59pm:
Look outside.
Glancing at your window you moved to it and looked out, before a voice so familiar it sent chills down your spine shouted out;
“Down here!”
-
Janelle shouted out as you flew down the stairs, Jo and Marie both staring at the blur you made as you ran past the lounge and out the front door, letting it swing on its hinges;
“Where is she going so fast?”
The three girls stood at the window and smiled as they wanted to run into Henry’s arms;
“Into her future Husband’s embrace” Marie sighed, the three watching as the young lovers fell back into each other's arms.
“Wait, is he the ‘loud’ one?” Jo asked to no-one in particular
“Unfortunately… i spoke to one of the other guys - Anthony - last week, he apologised for his housemates noises”
“Oh well… guess she can get us some ear plugs then”
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Easter Surprise
Part 7 of my Rugby Teacher Henry series Summary: A leisurely walk home after visiting the village church for Easter Mass, your husband Henry enjoys some alfresco fun to help alleviate your horny pregnancy hormones.
Fandom: Henry Cavill Actor RPF Pairing: Rugby Teacher Henry Cavill x Female Teacher Wife Reader Word count: 1950 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fluffy Smut, Marriage, Pregnancy, Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Henry being a horny beast.
Rugby Teacher Henry Series (AU Henry Cavill x Reader): Part 1 Thigh Riding, Part 2 Jingle My Bells Part 3 An Epic Quickie Part 4 The Boy Next Door, Part 5 Three Fingers Part 6 The Darkest Night
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Easter Surprise
Easter was about new life and birth, and as you sat in the church you rested your hand on your stomach, smoothing over the 4 month bump of your long awaited little one growing inside you. A larger warm hand smoothed over yours, and you lovingly glanced at your husband Henry as he sat beside you, covering his hand with your other one.
When you and Henry had discovered you were pregnant it had been around valentines day, the stresses of Christmas long behind you, and finally a reason that suddenly seemed so obvious as to why you had been feeling absolutely rubbish. As soon as you’d seen those two little pink lines on the test you’d screamed, Henry literally crashing through the locked bathroom door, wood splinters flying in all directions only to find you jumping for joy before you calmed enough to show him the test.
The next couple of months had been tough. Morning sickness had knocked you sideways, and although you hadn’t wanted to tell anyone until you hit the end of the first trimester, you’d had to inform your boss at the school you teached at due to needing to take so much time off from lessons. Thankfully she’d been very understanding, and with another teacher coming back off of maternity leave, you’d been able to job share much to the excitement of your class as they now had two amazing teachers rather than just the one. Henry had also scaled back his extra classes and lessons at the high school, now just concentrating on the students that would be taking their exams in the summer. As a side gig however he had started a youtube channel of all things, explaining rugby training tips and pointers, which you thoroughly enjoyed watching him film in your back garden. He was just about getting the hang of social media too, and had just secured a sponsorship deal with a protein powder brand he’d been using for years. That alone would be saving you the better part of £150 a month on just the powders, plus a small paycheck each time he did a sponsored video on youtube or post on instagram. You didn’t mind in the slightest. Although you knew Henry adored teaching, he had always wanted to get further in his coaching career, and if that meant moving to a digital route first, you were fully supportive of his plan.
Back in the church the vicar called for everyone to stand to sing a hymn, Henry reluctantly removing his hand from your stomach, but instead moving it behind your back. You were thankful you were in the back row, as seconds later he slid his palm down to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. The rows ahead of you were filled with the students from Henry’s school and their families, the prestigious school having close ties with all local institutions, and staff’s attendance at any special event definitely helped those in charge look favourably upon those staff looking for favours or exceptions. At that very moment you felt Henry’s fingers start to slowly pull your short floral dress up, the tips of them soon touching the back of your thigh. Quickly catching his wrist with your hand, you attempted to glare at him, instead a small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth when you saw the dark twinkle of mischief in his eyes;
“Not here” you whispered.
As of two weeks ago and your first trimester giving away to your second, your morning sickness had waned to almost nothing, but instead had been replaced with such a high libido you were surprised that you weren’t walking with bowed legs. Every morning you woke up with two urges, the first to pee, and the second to straddle your husband as he lay snoozing in bed. You were so thankful he had a tendency to sleep naked, you having opted for the same since the pregnancy night flushes had kicked in, so as he felt your touch he was always happy to oblige with letting you ride him as he slowly came to each morning, clearing the sleep from his eyes as your bouncing breasts came into view, his enormous hands cupping them as they grew rounder with each passing day.
Back in the church Henry pouted and you had to suppress a giggle, thankful the hymn was at the chorus;
“Later”
“Promise?”
“Of course” you grinned and finally Henry behaved, moving his hand back to rest just above your ass.
-
The church service was over, and as the crowds left to head home for their own easter celebrations Henry slid your hand into his;
“Lets walk back” he nodded to the meadow footpath that led the two miles back to where you lived. Nodding you were happy to spend time in the unseasonably warm April sunshine, and having caught the public bus to the church due to parking chaos, you were relieved not to have to do that journey again.
The walk was beautiful, a rarely used path so it was just the sounds of nature around you. Henry pulled of his light sweater after a few minutes, tying it around his waist as the day warmed. The meadow grass was already long, reaching over your knees, with bright sprays of colourful flowers among the vivid green of new grasses. You reached the crest of the hill and the view of the town came into sight, Henry tugging on your hand to step away from the path;
“C’mon, lets take a break”
Moving through the meadow he found a spot out of view of the path and set his sweater down on the ground, you doing the same with your cardigan as you both sat, Henry’s arm wrapping around your shoulders;
“Such a beautiful sight”
“It’s so pretty”
“Stunning”
The silence that followed made you turn to Henry, laughing when you saw that his gaze was affixed on your cleavage;
“Henry!”
“What? I can’t help it! They’re beautiful tits, and they just keep getting bigger and bigger!”
He moved to kiss you, his arms wrapping around you as he slowly pressed you to the ground. The kiss was passionate, his tongue dancing with your own and as he moved to press a trail of kisses down your jaw, his fingers pulling down the neckline of your dress so he could grab a soft handful of boob. He was careful not to crush you, moving his weight carefully as he pressed a thigh thigh between your own, the brush of the fabric against your skin making you wet and ready;
“Henry… we shouldn’t…”
“I know… but you make me so fucking horny…”
He took your hand and rested it on his crotch, and as you gave him a firm squeeze you could feel he was rock hard and ready to go;
“Just a quick one…”
“Babe, with how hard i am, it wouldn’t be anything less”
Like a pair of horny teenagers there was clumsy fumbling of zips and underwear, before Henry took hold of your legs and angled himself home, sliding into your soaked velvet cavern;
“Oh fuck… you feel so good, so wet for me”
With your growing bump Henry had taken to stay kneeling rather than lay over you, it also meant you could both - for the time being - watch as his thick shaft plunged into you.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous” Henry beamed down at you, his smile firmly in place as he looked like a lovesick puppy; “Make me so fucking hard, i could spend every minute of every day in this cunt”
He swiped his thumb over your clit and it rocketed you rapidly towards your orgasm, keeping up his fast pace as his thick shaft stretched your tight walls.
“Oh Henry, i’m gonna cum”
“That’s it babe, come for me. Let me fill you up, scramble those eggs”
You laughed as your orgasm hit, holding your hand over your mouth in case of making too much noise. The tightness of your walls gripping him set Henry off, a quiet strangled cry bubbling from his throat as he filled your growing womb with a thick load.
With a final sigh he pulled out, holding your knees up as he watched his thick cream seep from you, before his fingers smoothed over your entrance and you shuddered with a echo of your orgasm;
“HEN! I’m sensitive!”
With a smirk he tenderly rubbed his thumb over your clit as he pushed two fingers into your soaked channel, pulling another orgasm from you before you lay back with a happy sigh on your face. As he pulled his hand away you caught it and brought his fingers to your lips, sucking the wetness from them as your tongue laved over his skin;
“You keep doing that and you’ll make me hard again”
You went to laugh and then stopped, a look of shock on your face;
“Hen!”
“What?”
You grabbed his other hand, whilst simultaneously pulling your dress up and laid it flat onto your bump;
“He’s moving!”
It was the first time you’d felt a proper wriggle, and although the little bean would be barely four months and probably the size of a hen’s egg, through sensitive fingertips you could feel the tiny movements.
You both lay there in the soft grass, feeling your baby enjoy the rush of happy hormones flowing through your bloodstream and therefore through theirs as well. You hadn’t realised you were crying until you heard Henry sniff quietly, looking up to see his eyes wet as well;
“Babe, that’s amazing. You’ve felt this before?”
You shook your head;
“No, this is the first time”
Henry pressed a happy kiss to your lips, before he moved his head and pressed a kiss to your stomach. At that moment you heard a dog bark in the distance;
“We should make a move”
“Yeah”
Henry helped you adjust your clothing, and when you were both decent you may your way home, hand in hand.
Once home Henry made a gorgeous lunch that you had outside, his hand continually straying to your knee that he would squeeze enticingly. He cleared his throat;
“Babe… when we were in the field, you called the bump ‘he’... did you find out the sex at your last scan”
You shook your head;
“No, we promised we’d wait… i just have this gut instinct”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek;
“Whatever they end up being, i can’t wait to bring them into the world with you” he paused, then let out a giggle
“What?”
“Was just thinking about fucking you in that field earlier… that was some good fucking. If you weren’t already knocked up that would have probably done the job”
“Well just keep that in mind for next time you want to scramble my eggs Mr Cavill”
Henry laughed;
“Sure thing… OH!”
He suddenly jumped up and ran into the house, reappearing moments later with a bundled up Tesco carrier bag;
“After lunch i’m hiding eggs in the garden for you to find”
“You’re going to make your pregnant wife hunt for chocolate?” you enquired
“Absolutely. But you’re going to take those knickers off so i can watch you bend over”
You laughed and lightly patted at his arm;
“You’re such a horny teenager!”
He pulled you onto his lap, lunch now long forgotten;
“Mmmm, and you make a perfect MILF”
You felt him start to harden before he lifted you up;
“C’mon, i’m gonna fuck you over the kitchen counter, and whilst you recover i can hide the eggs”
You laughed;
“Sounds more like a game of hide the sausage”
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Jingle My Bells
Summary: Continuing my AU Rugby Teacher theme that was so brilliantly plot bunny’d by @feelmyroarrrr, Henry finds himself bored at home having been put onto quarantine due to cases at the school he teaches at. With his school shutting early for the holidays, when his wife needs help at her school, she calls in his assistance for some festive fun... with some after hours fun for themselves too.
Pairing: AU Rugby Teacher Henry Cavill x Teacher Wife
Warnings: Bad Puns, NSFW, 18+, Established Relationship, Public/Risky Sex Workplace Sex, Henry dressed as Santa Claus (yes thats a warning in itself).
Gif by @littlefreya and used with her kind permission.
Previous Rugby Teacher Henry Ficlet.
Masterlist on AO3, and old fics can be found at @angryschnauzerwrites. I don’t run a tag list.
Jingle My Bells
Henry was bored. Two weeks of quarantine after another faculty member had tested positive had meant he'd been confined to the house 24/7. Just as his test results had come back negative and his return to work for the last week of term had been scheduled, the high school had been notified that two students had come in contact with confirmed cases, so to cut their losses the board of governors had simply implemented end of term a week early.
And sure, Henry had done what he could to help keep himself busy; online gaming, World of Warcraft, hell; he'd even helped you mark homework for your primary school class. He cooked dinner for you so it was ready the moment you arrived home, and the house was the cleanest it'd ever been, but without you home with him he was just… bored.
"Just one more day, then its the end of term" you'd reassured him as you'd kissed him goodbye that morning, and he'd pulled you into his arms;
"Will you wear the elf outfit home tonight?"
"Oh, does someone have an elf kink?" You'd grinned and raised an eyebrow.
Henry lifted his hand to the little bells that were attached to your green knit dress;
"I kinda want to find out how i can make these jingle… i have some ideas…"
"Well you can fill my stockings after work, but i've got to go or i'll be late…" you pressed a kiss to his cheek; "Got to set up the area for Santa"
With a groan your husband released you;
"Fine, but i want you to sit on my lap later"
-
Henry was standing at the fridge contemplating whether eating Babybell cheeses wrapped in Parma ham sandwiched between two slices of toast counted as lunch when his phone rang. Seeing your school's number on the display he was half curious and half worried, but visibly relaxed when he heard your voice;
"Hennn…." You purred
"Oh god… you only use that voice when you want something i won't like…"
"Are you free this afternoon?"
He sighed over dramatically;
"What do you need?"
"We need a Santa. The guy we booked was someone's grandad but he's been on the sherry and we had to send him home because he was slurring his speech and referred to the kids as 'crotch gobins'"
Henry let out a snort of laughter;
"I've met your class… some of them are…"
"Nevertheless… could you stand in? We've got the suit, and you've been quarantining for 3 weeks so are safe… pleeease…"
"Hmmmmnn"
"Hennn, please… i've got a thirty kids that still believe…"
Henry sighed;
"Okay… i'll be there in ten minutes"
“You’ll need to walk…there’s no space left in the staff car park”
He sighed;
“Okay, make it thirty minutes”
-
If there was an award for best/worst performance as Santa, Henry would have got it hands down. Putting on his best pantomime Brian Blessed voice, he'd Ho Ho Ho'd his way through the three youngest classes of wide eyed Little Ones that had thoroughly loved meeting Santa. When it had come to the older kids in the Junior years, generally 8 years old and above, he'd taken a different tactic, instead filing them out to the playground and if they could score a hoop through the Netball net, he'd deem them nice rather than naughty.
By the time hometime rolled around every single child had a smile on their face, excitedly rushing out to their parents waiting at the gate, pointing out Santa to their younger siblings sat in Pushchairs and Prams.
When you’d finally waved everyone off you made your way back to your classroom, the security door alert sounding as you entered the corridor, the hallways quiet where your colleagues had already packed up their stuff and left for the day. Henry trailed behind you, chattering away about what the kids had told him, shedding himself of the fake Santa beard and the scratchy jacket, leaving him wearing the hat, his plain black t-shirt, and the Santa trousers and boots. He flopped down into your chair as you busied yourself around the classroom, his feet up on your desk.
Moving around him you stacked papers ready to be archived when he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you onto his lap;
“Come and sit on Santa’s knee”
Abandoning the papers you laughed as you settled on your husband's lap, turning to kiss him and the little bells on your dress jingled as you moved. The kiss went from chaste to needy in a matter of seconds, and you could feel Henry harden beneath your ass as you wriggled on his lap. His hand groped at your breasts through your dress as his lips started a trail along your chin and down your neck;
“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
You wriggled on your lap;
“Oh I've been Naughty…”
Suddenly you were spinning as Henry fluidly moved to his feet, pushing you over your desk and stood behind you;
“Well i guess i’d better do something about that then” he pulled your dress up with a jingle of the bells attached and smoothed his hands over your ass, the green and white stripes of your tights framing your buttocks. With strong fingers he grasped the thin fabric and tugged, ripping a hole in them and letting out an appreciative grunt when he found you wearing a lace thong;
“You’ve been parading around in that little dress with this poor excuse for underwear beneath all day? You really have been a naughty girl” he purred in your ear as his fingers tugged the elastic aside.
You tried to move away, painfully aware of your location;
“Hen! We’re at school!”
“Shhh… the door alarm to the hallway will sound if anyone comes… so how about i make you cum before that happens, eh?”
His fingers had found your clit as he’d pushed his thumb into your velvet channel, and any further arguments were lost on your tongue as you sighed in pleasure;
“Hen, make it quick… the cleaners will be doing their rounds soon”
Looking over your shoulder you watched as Henry quickly shoved the Santa trousers and boxers down, his thick and meaty dick springing free where he was already rock hard and dripping with need;
“I’m gonna jingle your bells darling…” he positioned himself and quickly thrust in, making you gasp at the sudden stretch of it; “Gonna fill your stockings…”
“Tights” you corrected
“Same fucking thing” he grunted as he started to pound into you, the rhythmic thud of his efforts topped off with the delicate jingling of the bells on your dress. His hands moved and grabbed at your breasts, his breath hot and heavy against your ear as he filled you hard and fast from behind; “Want me to come down your chimney tonight?”
Grinning you turned your head;
“How about we save that for when we’re at home…?”
Henry paused, his eyes going wide when he realised you were agreeing to the one thing in your sex life you hadn’t tried yet, even after being married for a number of years and him dropping numerous hints;
“Really?”
“Well, i know you didn’t put it on your Christmas list but if a elf is gonna be naughty she might as well be naughty all the way…” you winked at him; “But you gotta hurry up now…”
With a grunt of determination he started to pound into you, one hand moving down your stomach and pushing between your legs, rubbing at your clit as he did his best to quickly bring you both to orgasm. Your moans started to get louder, and he clamped his other hand over your mouth as he started to feel you cuming, your body shaking and the loud thuds of his thrusts filling the room as your desk squeaked on the linoleum floor. With a grunt he thrust in deep and at the height of your orgasm you felt him flooding your womb with rope of his creamy seed, his massive hands pulling you to his chest as he buried his face in your neck whilst your cunt milked the last of his cum from his body.
Breathless and glowing, you rested your head on Henry’s shoulder, your chest heaving before he carefully pulled out of you, pulling your underwear back into place as he tucked himself back into his boxers and Santa trousers. As you shimmied your dress back down you heard the thrumming of the floor polisher along the corridor, your eyes going wide before Henry turned you and rested his hands on your shoulders;
“C’mon, lets get home”
Taking a deep breath you smiled;
“Help be grab the last few bits then we can go”
Five minutes later you were stepping out of your classroom, Henry holding the large box of things you wanted to bring home for the holidays including your peace lily, pulling the door shut when you heard footsteps, turning to see the after hours cleaner;
“Night Mr Howell, have a good Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas Mrs Cavill…” he paused when he saw Henry standing next to you
“This is my Husband, he stood in as Santa today”
The old man nodded and smiled, carrying on with his mop as you walked in the opposite direction. Just as you got the security door you heard him starting to whistle, your eyes shooting up to meet Henry’s as you heard the tune;
‘Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…’
Henry wrapped his free arm around your shoulders;
“C’mon my naughtly little Elf, i’ll drive you home” he grinned at you; “Then we can see about that chimney of yours…”
You clenched at the thought, your body already tingling at the thought of it. And hey, if you were going to let your husband finally fuck your ass, at least you had the entire school holidays to recover.
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