The Lady Of The House (Henry x Fem Reader) Pt. 1

Hey y'all I’m back and I know I promised you guys a sugar daddy Henry Cavill so here is Part one

“Good morning miss”

The maid said as she opened the long heavy curtains, revealing the breathtaking view of France. (Y/n) rubbed her eyes to improve her vision as the sunlight came in and warmed her face, she had missed the rays of sun kissing her face back in England.

“Good morning jennette. Where’s Henry?”

“He had to leave early for business, he instructed me to give you this”

The woman said as she placed a little box on the king sized bed that (y/n) was sleeping. She smiled as she reached over to take the little box in her hands, it was a nice black box with a pretty black bow around it, from the size of it (y/n) guessed it was probably a ring, he always managed to buy her something to sweeten his absence.

As she took off the bow and opened it she gasped at the view of the red gemstone that was accompanied by two smaller diamonds, it was an emerald cut silver ring. Yesterday she had managed to lose a ring at the ocean while swimming, Henry always told her to not wear jewelry while swimming and in her defence it wasn’t intentional, she had just forgotten to take it off. When Henry saw her pouty lips and sad eyes he just kissed her forehead and told her he would get her a bigger one so she wouldn’t forget.

“Is it a Ruby?”

“Even better, red beryl. Very rare stone”

Jennette was (y/n)’s confidant from the beginning, she traveled with the couple everywhere since jennette was the first one to welcome (y/n) as the lady of the house back when mister Cavill had brought her home to live with him, the other staff were testing the waters and kind of disregarding her- once Henry caught wind they all got what they deserved-  but jennette understood (y/n) and of course (y/n) showed gratitude by making her the head of the staff. Jennette worked for the Cavill family since she was a young girl, she knew the grounds better than anyone so (y/n) relied on her so she can build her…. Image let’s say. Jennette taught her everything a lady of the house should know, from handling the staff, to remaining calm in certain unexpected visitors that were dressed in blue.

(Y/n) smiled as she took the ring off the box and slid it on her ring finger of her right hand. She stretched her arm in front of her and wiggled her fingers admiring the beautiful gem that shone under the natural lighting before turning it around to show Jenette.

“Looks gorgeous. Now, your bath is prepared as always, I took the liberty of choosing peppermint for you today.”

“Excellent, also I’m craving some sweet breakfast today. Tell the chef to make pancakes and waffles, along with fruit”

She instructed as she slid on her satin sheer long nude colored robe to cover her matching nude colored see through nightdress. Also to cover the scratch marks and rad marks Henry had left last night.

As she followed Jenette to the bathroom she was met with the pleasant scent of peppermint along with the steam that came from the scratching hot water that filled her rose quartz bathtub. (Y/n) was obsessed with crystals so she wanted to have them all around the houses they had, of course Henry didn’t object, “whatever the lady wants, the lady gets” had become his life motto since he had met her at that hotel she was working at.

“I’ll leave you be for now”

“Thank you jennette”

“You are welcome miss”

As she was left alone she took off her clothes and pressed play at the big TV the bathroom had so she could listen to music while she took a bath. She slowly dipped her feet in and then sat down to cover herself completely with the water and bubbles, an audible sigh came out of her lips as she closed her eyes and let her head rest on the side of the tub.

The music along with the hot water relaxed her as the entire room was lit by the sun, it was a great day for (y/n) as she smiled, completely satisfied with her life. To even think that 2 years ago she was budgeting everything to get by, to her it felt like a lifetime ago.

“Someone is having fun”

She shrieked as she sat up quickly and her head snapped at the direction of the voice, a bit of water slipped off and onto the ground. Henry laughed at her reaction before he closed the door behind him and slowly approached his woman.

“Relax my love, it’s just me”

“You scared me”

“I’m sorry dearest, how is my baby doing?”

He said as he stood in front of the tub and leaned in to give her a gentle kiss on the lips as she also responded.

“Just having a bath while my man left me”

“Oh but you seem to enjoy what you got out of it. I’m glad you like it princess”

His voice was always soft and gentle with her, his hand found hers as he brought her palm to his lips to place a kiss and then admired the ring.

“It looks amazing on your pretty little finger”

“Everything looks amazing on me”

She replied quickly with a mischievous smile on her face. He smiled back as he took in her face, her lively eyes that sparkled with life and her glowing skin did things to him.

“Stand up for me love”

(Y/n) smiled brighter as she did what she was told. The water gliding off her along with the bubbles going over her flesh, the cold water making her shiver slightly as she stood there under his eyes. He took a second to admire her, he could see a few marks here and there but other than that her skin was flawless, just like everything else. He reached for her waist not caring about his suit getting wet and since he didn’t care she didn’t give a damn as well so she took the opportunity of wrapping her arms around his neck and feeling her skin touch his suit. Before she knew it she felt her hair getting loose from her bun that he had unravelled, he always loved it when she had her hair down.

“Breathtaking”

He whispered as his lips found the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that brought the sensation of pleasure ran through her body, making her take a sharp breath in. The smell of peppermint filled his nostrils, as he finally reached her earlobe and took it between his teeth lightly while (y/n)’s hands went to Henry’s hair. 

“Did you miss me princess?”

“So-so much”

She whispered as she bit her lower lip to hold back a moan. He could feel her tense up under his touch, feeling that satisfaction of having so much influence over her was something that drove him wild.

“I missed you too dearest, but you haven’t eaten so get dressed and I’ll meet you at the patio”

He said before turning his back and walking away to go change his suit, he loved teasing her more than anything and as he heard her little whine he felt the triumph he wanted.

She just stood there and watched him walk away completely dumbfounded, she should have gotten used to his little tricks but once again she fell for it like an idiot. She didn’t know what to do or how to react to him leaving her out in the cold while he got his little fix.

“That wasn’t fair”

She said like a little girl that didn’t get the doll she wanted. As he once again opened the door he turned to see her sit back down at the bathtub with a pout on her lips, he wanted to run and lift her up, take her right then and there until she screamed with pleasure, however he wanted to play with her a bit, there wasn’t anything bad with teasing her once in a while, she was usually the one playing around with him and leaving him in the dust so when he saw he had a chance of course he took it.

“Life is not fair baby, don’t be late to breakfast”

Part two

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A/N: Yeah, you’re getting more – I am procrastinating hard because I hate exams and they kill me. Anyway, I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it! Also, I’m trying to go as much in order as possible – hopefully, it’s by request, but if I can’t remember which came first, I’ll do them in numerical order of the prompt-list.

Prompt:  Y/N is a lingerie-model and she needs help getting some photos added to her portfolio – who better than her hot photographer-neighbor?

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Pairing: Photographer!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, strangers to lovers, fluff, SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), fingering, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, cream pie, praise kink, slight degradation kink, slight dumbification, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION, p in v, unprotected sex

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You should see me in a crown

You groaned and tried to angle yourself better – it didn’t help, half of your body was either obscured, or your body looked off. It was annoying. Damn this pandemic, having booked up any available photographers for the next four months, when you needed your portfolio up to date by the end of the week.

Apparently, selfies weren’t really a go-to when it came to that kind of thing. You had managed fine with the headshots, but the rest was all wrong and off, and you were shit out of options at this point.

You groaned and pulled your robe on, tightening it around your waist, covering the expensive lingerie you had been sent; it was beautiful, rose-colored and lacy, but you couldn’t capture it right at all.

This called for your favorite: Pizza. Maybe not the best option for you, seeing as you were modeling underwear, but you needed comfort and cheese. Stat. You ordered quickly and poured yourself a healthy glass of wine, when you heard it – your neighbor began playing his music again, and you tilted your head with a smile on your lips, trying to figure out what he was listening today.

You never really spoke to apartment A34. He was nice, but really quiet. He had moved in a week after you, and other than the occasional hey when you spotted each other in the hallway, you didn’t really know him or anything about him. He did have a nice, soft and deep voice, and the smile could melt stone. He wore a camera around his neck almost all the time, you saw him.

The only thing you knew for sure, was that his music reflected his feelings. You had gathered that fact after you ran into a rather uptight-looking woman, who rushed from his apartment, mumbling something under her breath about crazy photographers and their shit and he had blasted Halestorm (and Love bites (but so do I) had been repeated more times than necessary) through the night. You didn’t mind.
Then it was Hozier, which only played when it rained, sometimes followed by the smell of apple-pie. He listened to The Beatles on good days, where you could faintly hear him sing along, and on sunny days, he listened to Mother Mother, which, in your opinion, wasn’t exactly sunnymusic, but you didn’t mind. He had good taste, at least.

Today it was something new; it sounded like The Bravery, which you hadn’t heard him play before, and you tapped your foot along to it, as you waited for your food to arrive. You cleaned up a little, trying to pass time, and you sighed gratefully when a knock sounded on the door.

You opened it to your handsome A34-neighbor, who held a pizzabox and a sheepish smile on his face.
“Hi, sorry. They, er, delivered this. I’m pretty sure I didn’t order it, so…” He handed it to you.
“Thank you. Happens more than I like.” You said with a smile and pointed to his camera, that was dutifully slung around his neck. “Photographer?” You asked. He nodded.
“Yep. I, er…” You smiled.
“British?”
“Yeah, is it that obvious?” He asked, smirking a little.
“A little. It’s cute, though. Fits you.” You said, before looking down at your pizza. “I should…”
“Oh, of course. Have a good night, A32.” He said with a grin.
“You too, A34.”

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While you chewed your way through cheesy goodness, you were deep in thought. It might be a shitty idea brought on by copious amounts of wine, or maybe you just had zero self-respect at this point, but the thought of asking A34 for help seemed like a better and better idea by the second.

You decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask, so you gathered all your courage and straightened up, fixed your hair, and trudged to his door, knocking softly. You had to knock three times before the music turned down and the door opened to a rather surprised face.

“A32. What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. His arms were huge, you noted – it sent an involuntary shiver run down the length of your body, and you did your very best to appear very professional and not at all thirsty.

“So, you’re a photographer.”
“I am.”
“What kind?”
“Am I in a job-interview?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile on his lips. “I do a little of everything. I’m best with portraits.” You exhaled.
“ThankGod. Okay, do you by any chance have time to help me out?” He looked at you with furrowed brows.
“Oh, shit, sorry. I’m a model, and I need some shoots for my portfolio, but because of the pandemic, every single photographer has been booked out for months. I have a week.” You said sheepishly. “I promise, I’ll pay you. I just… I won’t get jobs if I don’t have a portfolio that’s up to date.” You finished with a hopeful smile.
“Err…” He bit his lip – why was that so damn hot – and glanced behind him.
“You know what, I can probably take a few for you.” You jumped in happiness and hugged him – he grunted at the impact, but hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled away with warm cheeks.
“Thank you so much.” He smiled.
“No problem. I’ll be over in 15.” You turned to leave, when he called out.
“Wait, can’t call you A32 forever. What’s your name?” You grinned widely at him.
“Y/N.”
“Hi, Y/N, good to meet you. I’m Henry.” The way he spoke your name, almost tasting it as it rolled over his tongue, made you clench your thighs together. Shit.

Exactly 15 minutes later (all of which you had spent throwing the mess in your apartment into every, single closet and dresser, while trying to make yourself look presentable and without cheese between your teeth), he knocked on your door.

“It’s open, come on in!” You yelled out, fixing the three sets of lingerie, you needed pictures of on your couch. He stepped inside, carrying a camera in his hand, one around his neck and a case full of lenses in his right hand. You quirked your eyebrow at it. He grinned and carefully set everything down.

“Didn’t know what you needed when it came to focus, lenses and or light. Might as well come prepared, right?” You nodded.
“Seriously,thank you. Do you want a glass of wine or a beer?” He hummed.
“Wine would be great. American beer taste like straight piss.” You laughed and poured him a hearty glass of wine, handing it over. He took a sip.

“So, what are we shooting? And where?” He looked around your apartment. “It’s cozy, by the way.” You grinned.
“Thank you. I try.” You glanced at him – he looked oddly at home in your apartment, both like he had been here several times before, but also – in a strange way – like he belonged.

“You know, I hear your music sometimes.” You said, drinking a sip of your own wine. You didn’t get nervous in front of cameras normally, so why was this guy making you feel like a leaf, holding on against the sheer force of wind on a late autumn day? Maybe, you mused, it was the fact that his head almost hit your ceiling-lamp and he took up a lot of space in your small living room. He was a giant, broad and if he didn’t exude casual energy, you were sure he’d command a room just by stepping into it.  
“Oh, really? Shit, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and laughed a little.
“It’s fine, really. I like it. I can kind of tell what kind of day you’re having with your choice in music.”
“Fuck.” He chuckled. “Damn, you know a lot more about me than I know about you, then. I’ll keep it down.”
“it’s fine, seriously. I don’t think you’re playing all that loud, the walls are just really thin, and I think that your living room borders my bedroom.” You said with a shy smile. You didn’t want to think about the possibility of that sound traveling both ways, because that meant he had heard some less than savory things coming from you late at night.
“Enlighten me, then. What is your thesis on my mood and music?” You shrugged and drank again, feeling a little hot under his gaze.
“You listen to If I Fell by the Beatles when you’re stressed. I can hear you banging about when it plays.” He hummed. “Oh, and I’d steer clear of you if you’re listening to Black Label Society. I can hear you stomp around.” He laughed at that.
“Damn, I should listen to something new to keep you on your toes.”
“I like knowing you like that. It’s intimate.” You closed your eyes in pure shame. “Oh my God, just forget that.” He roared with laughter.
“Okay, let’s just… Okay, just, we’re shooting in here.” You said, laughing along with him as you led him to your bedroom – he was easy to be around, which was a definite plus.
“Oh, your bedroom?” He asked, swallowing thickly.
“Yeah, it’s the best light in the entire apartment. Hope that’s okay…?” You asked, pointing to the ring light you had set up. “I mean, I have this, so the light will be better. The sun’s down, so the natural light is a bust.” He nodded, going into photographer-mode.
“Would you mind if I move around a bit?”
“Not at all.” He nodded.
“Oh, what are we shooting?” He asked absentmindedly.
“Well… So, I’m a lingerie-model.” You said with a sly smile. He sputtered.
“Sorry?” Your cheeks were burning up.
“Yeah. And I need some new things because a few… Uhm, areas have changed a bit.” You said, glancing down at your chest. You had previously thought that boob-growth would stop after your teens, but apparently not.
“So… I, er, you need… Me… Er, to..”
“Take pictures? Headshots and a few full body pictures? I need a few different sets photographed, because they sit differently depending on what type it is.” You explained, wringing your hands. “Would that be okay?” He swallowed again, his eyes darting to your robe.
“Oh, yeah, sure. I just… Need to get the right lenses. And all that jiz…” he caught himself. “All that jazz.” You swallowed thickly. Oh boy, this was going to be hard.
“Cool. I’ll let you set up and, uh, I’ll… Get my stuff ready.” Why did he have to be attractive?

You came back to the bedroom a few minutes later, while he was screwing on a lens – he had moved your bed a little out of the way (how he had managed that alone boggled your mind, because it had required you and two movers to put it in place) and he had put up the light where he wanted it.
“I was thinking we’ll do some soft light ones, maybe on the bed, and a few full body ones on the stool.” He pointed to a stool from your kitchen, he had placed in front of the only blank wall in your bedroom. “We’ll see what feels most comfortable for you, and just kind of experiment, if you’re up for it?” He was being entirely professional, and you thanked him silently for being able to do it. You nodded and smiled.
“I have three different sets to shoot, so could we maybe start on the stool? I’d love to have some standing ones too.”
“Oh, yeah, of course. Whenever you’re ready.”
“How much am I going to owe you?” You asked, pulling your wallet out.
“Oh, about that…” He smiled sweetly at you. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to do a few extra for me? It would be a great way to expand on my own portfolio as well.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Free of charge, if you’re okay with lending me your body.” He coughed. “For pictures! Pictures, of course.” You bit your lip.
“Sure thing, Henry.” You walked to the stool and stood in front of it as he adjusted the lights and the setting on his camera.
“Can you take the robe off? I need to see how the light reflects on your skin in the camer…” He stopped talking when the robe fell from your shoulders.
The rose-colored set with garters seemed to have left him speechless. You looked at him through your eyelashes – totally unintentionally, of course – and cleared your throat.
“Is this okay…?” You asked. He nodded.
“Y-yeah, that’s, er, t-that’s great. Just… One moment, please.” He looked through his camera and tweaked a few things.
“Would you mind if I put music on? I just feel more at ease like that.” You were lying through your teeth. You would have no issue doing this without music, but you needed something to distract yourself just a little. Besides, you had the perfect playlist in mind.

“Yeah, no, go right ahead.” You jumped off the stool and turned on your speakers, finding your playlist – you had in a bout of inspiration called it fuck me – and put it on. You breathed a sigh of relief as familiar music began streaming and you got back on the chair.
“Ready when you are.”

The stool-pictures had gone easily by, him telling you positions that would work best on camera and he even went as far as adjusting you sometimes – every time his warm hand touched your skin, you had sucked in a breath, trying to contain your absolutely inappropriate wetness. When you decided it was enough, you quickly switched to a different set – this one was red, and a babydoll in sheer mesh covered most of you, but you realized that your nipples were very visible through the sheer fabric. You groaned. Fucking shit.

“Let’s do a few standing.” He mumbled, not looking at you. You stood in front of the ring light, and when he saw you through his lens, you swore you heard him mutter a small fucking shit.
“Yup, perfect. Right there.” He huffed, biting his teeth together hard enough to make his jaw clench.

This shoot went on just as well as the other, but the tension was insane. You felt like you could barely breathe, while he snapped pictures of you, still adjusting you every which way, sometimes even grazing your hardened nipple. It was too much.

“I’ll… Change.” You mumbled, hurrying from your bedroom as the thumbing tones from E-girls are ruining my life rang out behind you. You were an idiot for putting music on, that would under normal circumstances make you feel wild and slightly horny.

The last set was black and lacy, but sheer as hell. It had a garterbelt and thigh highs too, the fabric of the bra barely covered your chest and the high-waisted thong made you shiver; you knew it looked good, but you were a little worried about wearing so little in front of him. Hopefully his camera wouldn’t pick up on how wet you were.

His eyes found yours in the moment, you stepped inside, and he groaned.
“Comeon.” He looked like he was in pain.
“Bed?” You asked, and he nodded tightly. You didn’t miss the way he adjusted himself in his pants but decided to ignore it. You were a professional, after all.
You laid down on the bed and he snapped a few pictures, before showing them to you.
“Wow, I think I got what I needed!” You said happily. “Uh, did you want to get some as well?” You asked softly. He drew a deep breath.
“Yeah. If that’s okay.”
“Sure thing. Tell me what to do.” He sucked a breath in between his teeth and you clenched your thighs together. Fucking hell, it had gotten hot in here.
“Okay, can you lay on your stomach, legs up and crossed? Oh, and take your hair down, please.” You followed instructions and you heard a small, almost inaudible whisper of fuck as you did.
“Okay, now… Cross your arms at the elbows, and kind of… Stretch out a little. Elongate your back and push your, er, behind up, please.” You looked at him with a smirk and a crooked eyebrow.
“Just trust me.” He grinned.
“Alright.” You did what he asked, and you instantly felt why he needed you like this; you felt sexy as hell in this position. You shot him a smile through the tufts of hair hanging down.
“Fuck, yes. Stay right there, like that.” He snapped a few pictures.
“Okay… Do you trust me?” Weirdly, you did.
“Yes.”
“Good. Can you lay down on your back for me, darling?” The nickname wasn’t lost on you, and it sent shivers down your legs. He cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah.” You laid on your back, and he let the camera fall to his chest again, hanging from the strap on his neck.
“Two seconds. Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked genuinely. You nodded. “Thank you.” He smiled and began arranging your hair around your face, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. You had to seriously contain yourself from sucking it. He began slowly letting his fingers trail down to your arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, whenever he touched your skin. He slowly, but surely, grabbed your wrists and you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his fingers wrap around your wrists, before slowly moving your arms above your head, crossing your wrists.
You were shaking, when he slowly moved his hands to your waist – letting his fingers trail to your ribs first – and then your hips, grabbing them and angling you a little. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. His fingers were burning on your skin, and there was tension high enough to power a small city between you.
His fingers slid from your hips to your thighs and you almost moaned when the tips of his fingers held your inner thighs until they moved to your knees. He grabbed you from the back of your knee and lifted your leg into position. He shot you a smile, his eyes a little darker than before, and then he climbed on the fucking bed.

You didn’t move, when he stood, straddling your shins with wide legs, angling the camera.
“Perfect.” He mumbled and you looked straight into the lens. You had never felt anything more sensual than this very moment.
“Okay, can you… This is going to sound weird, but can you think of something… Sexy?”
“Something sexy?” You could think of plenty. “Like what?” He blushed a little and lowered the camera.
“I just need a specific look from you.”
“Henry, just say what you need.” He licked his lips.
“Think of whatever you want someone to do to you. What you like… What turns you on, anything, really.” You exhaled a shaky breath. No problem.

“You got it.” Your mind flooded with absolutely filthy things. Henry pinning your wrists as you moaned underneath him. Henry between your legs. Henry fucking you deeply, biting your collarbone. Kissing Henry. In reality, you just imagined Henry and that was more than enough. You didn’t even notice him taking pictures, much less the way he shifted a little to alleviate some of the tension in his pants.

“Thank you. I think I got it.” He whispered and pulled you from your thoughts.
“Are you sure?” You didn’t want him to leave.
“Uh…”
“I mean, I think I, uh, might need some help with the right expression.” You said boldly – you didn’t know where it came from, and you honestly didn´t care as soon as you saw his eyes darken significantly.
“Y/N, I…”
“I just want to make sure you have a good picture.” You said slowly, eyes trained on him. “It would be a shame, if my expression ruined that for you…”
The camera hung limply from his chest now, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.
“Whatever you think I mean, yes.” You whispered.

He quickly got down, resting his body on top of yours and his lips were so fucking close, you could almost taste him.
“If I start, I might not stop.” He said slowly, his breath fanning over your face. It was intoxicating.
“Who said I wanted you to stop?”
“Darling, I would ruin you.” You smirked at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Try me.”
“Fuckinghell, princess.”

And all thoughts went right out of your head, because he pulled his camera off himself quicker than you could even see, and his lips slotted over yours with absolute urgency.
You moaned against his lips, electricity running through your body like wildfires. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer to you; his tongue found yours and you mewled as you felt his erection press against your clothes. You were both moaning into the kiss, hands frantic as you both tried to undress him and you.
“Yousuck at taking my shirt off.” He laughed, pulling it over his head.
“Shut up, it was tight.” You were desperate for his lips back on yours and it was near unbearable. He groaned and bit down on your lower lip, tugging it slightly. You whimpered.
“Oh, you like it a little rough, love…? You want me to ruin you, don’t you, princess?” You moaned again, rolling your hips to create friction on your clit. He hissed and grabbed your hair, pulling it roughly.
“F-fuck, Henry…” You were breathless, completely ready to give him whatever he asked for. You’d soul your soul for this man, as long as he kept going. His free hand undid his pants, and he pushed them down his legs with urgency, before two fingers found the waistband of your panties.
“Fond of these?”
“I mean, yeah…” He groaned and quickly tugged them down your legs.
“Fine, I won’t ruin this pair, then.” Your eyes rolled back at the ferocity of his voice. A completely ungodly sound left your lips when his thick fingers found your dripping pussy, entering you with ease.
“Oh, baby, you don’t even need me to warm you up, do you? Such a good girl, just ready for me…” He dragged his fingers in and out of you, edging you closer to your high, and you whined.
“Such a little whore, aren’t you? Willing to fuck me just for taking your pictures?” Normally, you’d have his damn head for saying shit like that, but you felt a gush of wetness at his words; it was disgusting and filthy, but it turned you on like nothing else.
“There’s a good girl… You want to cum for me?” He asked, his lips trailing down your body until he blew a gust of cool air on your throbbing clit. You writhed under him.
“Fuck, just… Fucking…” You didn’t know what you wanted, but you wanted something. His fingers were unrelenting in you, and he chuckled darkly, the sound sending shockwaves through your entire body.
You weren’t prepared for his mouth and tongue attacking your wet pussy. You screamed in pleasure as he began sucking and licking like a man possessed. Your hips were rolling against his face and fingers, your high so fuckingclose.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven, darling…” He groaned, tongue lapping at your folds. You writhed and your hips bucked, the familiar heat in your abdomen building until it nearly reached its crescendo, when he stopped.
“Baby girl, you better ask first…” he whispered, the sound muffled slightly by your thighs.
“Are you fucking kidding me!?” You moaned, and his mouth left yours – he instead slapped down on your clit with his wide hand, and you screamed, arching your back off the bed.
“Play nice, or I won’t.” he promised.
“Fuck, sorry… Please, please, can I cum, please, Henry…” He chuckled.
“Fast learner.” He lowered his face again.
“You can cum, love.” His mouth and tongue began their attack again as his fingers sped up, and you barely had time to fucking breathe before an orgasm overwhelmed you; you exploded on him, your wetness gushing from you as you came hard, your hips bucking as he ate you through your orgasm.

“Fucking shit…” You moaned, grabbing at his hair to pull him up. He willingly followed, his cheeks and chin wet with you, and you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. You whimpered against him, your hand snaking between your bodies to grab at his throbbing cock. He moaned as you began jerking you off, his fingers leaving you.
“Don’t… I want to last, baby… Need to be inside of you, princess.” He said breathily.
You sighed dramatically.
“Fine, I guess I’ll save the cock-worship for another day.” You grinned at him when you felt him twitch in your hand.
“Oh, this is all about you, darling… You did so good for me, you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You preened under his praise.
“Please…” He nudged your clit with his thick cockhead, teasing you and coating himself in your slick.
“Please, what, princess?” You could hear the smirk on his lips.
“Please… Fuck me… Please, fuck me until I can’t think.” He growled and in one, swift move, he was inside of you – you moaned as he stretched you completely.
“Fuck, you are big… Shit…”
“You can take it, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, nibbling at your collarbone as he slowly inched inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both exhaled a moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
“I swear to God, if you don’t move…” He laughed at your impatience, but nonetheless, he slowly pulled out before slamming harshly back into you.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d ruin you. For any other man in all planes of existence. You were a mess under him, your arms and legs desperately clinging to him as he fucked you deeply, his head hitting your g-spot every single time, and you cried out as he dragged against your walls, his fingers finding your nipple and rolling and pinching it.
“Fuck, look at you taking me so fucking well…” He sat up, holding your legs to his chest before spreading them out, fucking into you even deeper. You angled your hips up, allowing him to grab your ass to hold onto as he sped up. Your walls clenched around him.
“Is my pretty girl going to cum again, huh? Want to make a mess of my cock, princess?” He grunted, and you barely had breath enough in you to tell him, yes, fuck yes I am – he grinned and his thumb found your clit, adding pressure to it.
“Then cum for me, love…” You didn’t have to be told twice. You came for a second time tonight, earthshattering pleasure coursing through your veins and your entire body went tight as a bowstring; he growled and picked up the pace even more, slamming deeply into you as you rode out your orgasm, letting it wash over you. You were incoherent at this point, begging for something.
“Aw, look at you, all cock-drunk on me… So pretty, when you’re fucked stupid, aren’t you?” His long fingers found your mouth. “Suck.” You wrapped your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and began sucking his fingers, twirling your tongue against the pads of his fingers and he grunted, his pace stuttered.
“Where do you want me to cum, love?” he asked between moans. “I’m getting so fucking close…” he mumbled, looking down at where your dripping pussy swallowed his thick cock.
“In me. Fill me, please, please…” You mumbled around his fingers. His eyes gleamed and he pulled his fingers from you and leaned down to capture your lips with his again.

His pace was otherworldly, and when his hips stuttered again, you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips, driving him deeper. Your walls pulsed around him, and he roared as he came, spilling ropes of cum inside of you.

You were both panting and sweating, when he grinned mischievously and fumbled on the ground, producing his camera. He snapped a picture of your flushed, smiling and downright drunk face.
“You look so pretty like this, darling.” You chuckled weakly.
“You should see me in a crown.” He laughed and kissed you softly.

“This is going to be a habit, isn’t it?” He asked against your lips.

“Not without dinner first, it’s not.” You replied, kissing him back.

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A/N: Exam season is ON, my loves, and despite my love for writing and my WIPS, I need to focus on those darn exams. So, instead, you’re getting a week of one-shots, because I need my creative outlet.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader (Best friends to lovers)

Contains: Fluff, slight angst, please-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend-to-make-my-ex-jealous-trope, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, p in v, oral (f and m recieving), unprotected sex, slight cum-play, cream-pie, praise-kink, slight voyerism, slight exhibitionism, language 

W.C.: 4.378

Play pretend

Fuck. Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck. You pace your room, trying to decide if you should just call and tell Abby you’d gotten sick, maybe fell and broke your leg, or if you should admit defeat and show up – there was nothing you’d want less than show up, single and still seething over your breakup, at a party where your damn ex was. Apparently, it had been a last-minute decision on his part, and Abby had been really sorry about it – she had invited him to her end-of-summer bash months ago, when you were still dating, and now he wanted to come.

With his new girlfriend. Who just so happened to be the same girl, he had cheated on you with. Classic.

You sighed and sat down on your bed, calling Henry; he usually made you feel eons better, so perhaps he had some sort of gold nugget for you and your current spiral of feelings.
He picks up after three rings, his voice making you feel calm instantly.

“Hey, love. What’s up?”
“Can you kill me? Just… Like for a day?”
“Err… I think that might prove to be slightly problematic. Death is, as you probably know, pretty final.” You grunt and fall backwards on your bed.
“Zach is coming to the damn party.”
“Ouch.” You hummed.
“Ouch indeed. He’s bringing his new fling. Girlfriend, whatever.”
“Double ouch.” You narrowed your eyes and heard the sounds in the background.
“Hang on, are you gaming through my panic?” He chuckled.
“No, not at all. I would never.” The sounds stilled.
“You just paused.”
“I did not.” You laughed.
“Fine, you left the lobby, then.” He was quiet for a heartbeat and then spoke again.
“Maybe. Anyway, what are you going to do?” You sighed.
“I don’t know. Break a leg to have an excuse to not show up?”
“Abby’ll kill you. She’s been planning this for months, love.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know… I just… Ugh.” You rolled to your stomach. “I just don’t want to show up single as a pringle.”
“I never understood that term. Pringles are by definition not single. They’re literally spooning in the can.”
“Okay, well, you know what I mean, you jerk.” You laughed. “I just want to feel… I don’t know. I’m over him, it isn’t that, but…”
“You want to get the upper hand, right?” You nodded and remembered he couldn’t see you.
“Yeah.”
“Hm.” He was quiet for a while, clearly thinking over your options.
“Do you still have that dress from the red carpet last year?”
“Y-yeah, but that’s like… Too much.”
“Not with me, it isn’t’.” You coughed and shot straight up.
“What?”
“Can you be ready in an hour?” You glanced at the clock and your reflection in the mirror – it might take some work, but you could get yourself ready in an hour or less.
“I guess so.”
“Good. I’m coming with you. Let’s make him jealous as hell.”
“Wait, Henry, I can’t ask you…”
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. Honestly, do you remember how jealous he got when you went with me to the premiere? And how much he hated the rumors after?” You did. It tore a right rift through your relationship, but you refused to budge – you had helped Henry and you wanted to go, even though Zach was losing his mind all night, texting you seven times a minute.
“Yes…”
“Good. Let’s make those fears real.” Your stomach flipflopped.
“Huh?”
“I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. Come on, it’s been forever since we’ve done something stupid, and I have several suits that would lend themselves perfectly for a gala.” You drew a deep breath. He wasn’t wrong. You knew Abby would be over the moon to see Henry again, you’d have a date for the night, and you’d be sipping champagne with Henry for a night.
“Fine.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”

You sprang into action as soon as he hung up, shuffling through your closet to find the red silk dress that you had worn to the premiere; it still fit you perfectly and you even had the black pumps you wore the same night. Now, to your face.

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“Are you sure you’re cool with this? We can still turn around.” You said as the car pulled around a corner, leading to the mansion, Abby had rented for the day and night.
“Oh, we’re not turning around. I hate that guy, if I get a chance to make him mad, I’ll take it.”
“You don’t hate people, Henry.” You grinned and felt his fingers weave between yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
“I don’t. But he’s not people, he’s an arse.” Your brows flew up. “What? It’s true! I even told you when you started dating!” he said with a huff.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t give me the whole I told you so speech. You have dated idiots too.”
“Let’s agree that we both suck at finding partners.” He said with a smirk and a wink.

The driver cleared his throat.
“Sir, we’re here.”
“Ah, thank you, Samuel. Ready? We gotta play the part.” He nudges you with his broad shoulder.
“Sure thing. Let’s get this show on the road.”

As soon as you step outside, you’re hit with warm air and the gentle flow of music and light chatter. Henry wraps his arm around your waist and he’s practically lifting you to the garden, where lights shower the grass, people and cream-colored tablecloths in a golden hue. You spot Abby first, and she squeals when she sees you, and then squeals louder when she sees Henry.
“Holyshit, you’re here!?” She pulls him in for a hug and sends you wide eyes. He chuckles.
“Couldn’t leave my best girl to fend for herself.
“Ooooh. Because of Zach?”
“Yup. Let’s keep that between yourselves, please. We have a part to play.” You say with a grin and become vaguely aware of the chatter and eyes of people, looking to you and Henry. You didn’t realize until too late, that many probably would take pictures. With him and you in them. Which will definitely end up on a gossip site by morning.
“Don’t worry about it, love.” He whispers, his lips catching the shell of your ear. You tremble a little.
“Sure?” he nods.
“Let’s go find asshat and his girl.” You notice the small gasps as people around you realize who’s next to you but pay them no mind – it wouldn’t be the first time you feel and hear the whispers and eyes on you. Occupational hazard, you supposed.

The trek through the garden and several pavilions was long, but you did manage to say hi to a few other friends, you hadn’t seen in a while; Grim was wearing the most dapper suit, you had ever seen, a midnight blue color littered with small, golden swirls and patterns; it looked amazing on him.
“Dude. Look at you!” He twirled once, his purple hair flying out from his face.
“Don’t even start with me. Look at you!” He pointed to the dress. “How the hell did you get yourself that?” You laughed.
“Curtesy of the ever-amazing Henry, of course.” His eyes flicked up to meet Henry’s eyes and nodded once, said hey, man, before he gulped and looked back.
“Shit. You’re Geralt.”
“And Superman, but I rarely brag.” He held a hand out to Grim, who shook it with trembling hands.
“I… Am a huge fan.” He whispered. “What the hell are you doing here with Y/N?” Right. Grim didn’t really know about your friendship.
“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Henry cocked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged in a didn’t get a chance to kind of way. He wrapped his arm around your waist again and kissed the top of your head.
“We’re, er, well…”
“Henry’s my boyfriend.” You blurted out and you wished you had a camera to capture Grim’s expression – it was priceless.
“Holy… Fucking… Shit.” He breathed. “Oh, dude, when Zach sees this, he’s going to blow a few fuses.”
You just laughed and followed Henry, when he led you on, waving at Grim, who instantly turned to his friend and began whispering in hushed, frantic tones.

You spotted him from miles away. He was wearing a gaudy powder blue suit, that didn’t fit right over his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but grin at Henry – he looked like a damn model, the grey suit fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders and he held himself in a way, that few men could boast to do. Zach’s eyes fell on you, widening as he took your appearance in, before narrowing at the man next to you. You grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter and tipped the glass to him. He stalked to you as you drank, while Henry bent down to whisper in your ear.
“I hope you can act your pretty, little butt off.” You choked on your champagne.

“Y/N. Didn’t think to see you here.” Zach smiled tightly at you, his fingers digging into the side of his girlfriend’s hips – she was staring unabashedly at Henry.
“It is my friend’s party, so…” You smiled sweetly.
“Henry.” Zach pretty much spat the name out like it caused him great pain to say.
“Zachariah.” Henry looked disinterested and tightened his grip on your waist, thumb drawing lazy circles over your dress.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“Well, I wouldn’t let my girl come alone, would I?” He smiled at Zach, who seemed to shrink a little under Henry’s eyes.
“This is Sophia.” He nodded to the girl, who batted her eyelids at Henry in what you assumed she thought was a coquettish way. It wasn’t.
“Hello. I must say, I’m a huge fan of yours.” She extended her hand to Henry, who just looked at it with a raised brow.
“Must say, I’m not a huge fan of yours.” He smiled. You snickered into his chest.
“Henry.”
“What?” he sounded amused. “I’m just being honest, my love.” He kissed your hair again.
“So… You two are a thing now?” Zach asked, sneering.
“Yeah. God, it was what, two weeks after we split up, right, babe?” You ask him innocently.
“Yeah. Officially.” He grinned back at you. You could almost feel Zach’s anger radiating off his body, and Sophia shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
“You cheated?” He asked tensely. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him.
“I don’t think you’re one to talk about cheating, are you?” You looked at Sophia, who at least had the damn curtesy to look slightly shameful.
“Anyway, it’s been nice seeing you. Bye, Zach, Sophie.” You ignored her trying to correct you and walked away with Henry.

You were both laughing loudly as you waited for the car to come and pick you up, having seen Zach glare daggers at you both throughout the night – it had honestly been fun as hell, and you were thankful that Henry came with you. Abby had just shot you a knowing look – not that you were privy to what that was about – when you bid your goodbyes and walked to the end of the garden, sitting down in damp grass.

“God, did you see his face? I’m sure he’ll be seething into the next century.” Henry laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You nodded and snorted.
“The man still think he had a claim, I guess. Not anymore.” You grinned back at Henry.
“You know what we should do?” He asked, pulling you closer and grabbed your clutch, pulling your phone out.
“We should take a picture of us. Kissing. Just to really get him going.”
“I, uh…. What?” You asked, a lump in your throat.
“Oh, come on! It’ll be great, he’ll finally get it. He definitely hasn’t by now, it would seem.” He glanced at your phone, where several texts from Zach lit up. You managed to read baby a few times.
“Ugh.” You rolled your eyes. “You know what, fine.” He grinned and held out your phone in front of him.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have weirdly long arms?” You asked, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your dress is getting wet from the grass, and the slight chill of it makes goosebumps rise on your bare thighs.
“No, but I have been told they’re way too big to be normal.” He said with a grin.
“Come on, plant one on me.” You turn and kiss his cheek.
“Aw, come on. We have to do that again.” He said exasperated.
“What’s wrong with it?” You asked, dumbfounded.
“On the cheek? What am I, your grandfather?” He scoffs. “Come on, give me a real kiss. Promise, I won’t make it weird.”

No, he might not, but you just might. Kissing him, here, in the darkness without anyone around, made your heartrate spike and despite being just fine with being friends with him for so long, your suppressed feelings slowly inch themselves closer to the surface at the very thought of kissing him.
“Seriously, he won’t believe that.” He finds the picture and you have to agree; it looks to friendly and jovial to be anything more.
“Alright,fine, but just…” You gesture wildly with your hands.
“I got you.” He angles the phone a little and holds it out, looking at your reflections in the camera with furrowed brows.
“Is this a good angle? I don’t want chubby cheeks.”
“Like you’d ever get chubby cheeks. You’re chiseled by gods.” You murmur.
“Heard that.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s just… We’ll count down.” He looks at you and you exhale deeply.
“One… Two… Three.” On three, his lips found yours and you were a goner.

His lips were demanding but soft, gliding with ease across yours. Maybe it was the years of friendship, maybe he just had a special affinity with kissing, but he just knew how you liked it. His lips were perfect against yours, and you sighed into the kiss; he didn’t waste a golden opportunity, and slid his tongue inside of your mouth, letting your tongues tangle with each other. It was definitely longer than what was needed for a picture, but you really didn’t care. Your hands found the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, urgency coloring the kiss.
He pulled away with a groan, his chest heaving, and the phone long forgotten in his hand. His eyes were on yours.

“You… That…” He breathed deeply. “That was insane. You felt that, right?” You didn’t have the capacity to talk right now, so you just nodded.
“But just in case… We should try again, just to make sure that was insane, really.”
“For science, of course.” You said in a voice, that was way breathier than you were used to.
“Yeah, science.” He said quickly, slotting his lips over yours again and practically devoured you. You whined against his lips, the lust and desperation definitely leaking from you, but he just groaned, his teeth finding your lip and tugging it gently. His tongue was downright sinful against yours. He pulled away, but rested his forehead against yours, finding your eyes. You were both breathing heavily now, your hands tangled in his hair.

Something snapped inside of the both of you at the same time, and you scrambled to get on his lap, straddling him and pressed your lips against his again. He groaned against you, and you – to your joy – felt something twitch against your thigh.
“You’re hard.” You mumbled against his lips, letting your own travel from his to his jawline.
“Damn right, it’s fucking hard. Shit, Y/N…” His fingers were holding your waist with bruising force, but you needed more. You rolled your hips again.
“I bet you’re wet as hell for me, aren’t you, love? So fucking wet, even without me touching you…” He gasped as you sucked on his neck. You hummed as his grip tightened.
“Fuck this, come on.” He stood, lifting you off his lap with ease and grabbed your hand, almost running to a small pavilion on the far end of the garden, leading away from people. You struggled to keep up, your heels digging into the soft grass, and you huffed, stopped and pulled them off. The cold, wet grass felt somewhat calming on you as it hit the soles of your feet.
“Come on.” He pulled you under the softly lit pavilion, his lips on yours in an instant again. His hands were desperately bunching your dress up over your hips, and you mewled, when the tip of his finger hit your soaking underwear. He grinned deviously against your lips.
“All that already? Darling, I’d think you’ve wanted me for far longer than just…” You shut him up with a kiss.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He complied easily, tugging his jacket off and throwing it behind him, before he began unbuttoning his pants, lips still dancing on yours. You were busy trying to get your underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he didn’t care – he pulled away and got on his damn knees, his teeth dragging against your bare skin, until he found the waistband and tugged it down with his teeth, sending you a sinful glance.
You grabbed the railing behind you with tense fingers; you had never seen a more erotic sight than Henry on his knees, dragging your soaked underwear down your legs with his fucking teeth. He hummed as your naked folds came to view and he cocked an eyebrow as a question to you. You didn’t answer with words but jumped a little and rested your ass on the – thankfully thick – railing, spreading your legs for him.
“Fuckinghell, love, look at you…” His mouth slotted over your dripping folds, and you were already seeing stars. His tongue was deviously good at what it did, and when he sucked on your clit, you almost lost your balance.
“Henry…” You whined his name, desperate for the release that was building as a tight ache in your entire body. He hummed against you, his hands snaking up to hold your thighs in place, and by proxy, you, before he began relentlessly eating you out.
“Come on, darling, don’t hold those pretty, little noises back for me…” he mumbled against your dripping pussy, and the feeling of his stubble scratching against your thighs became your undoing, when it paired with his tongue and lips.

You came with a loud scream of pleasure, the orgasm washing over you – your nipples pebbled, and you grasped his hair, pulling him closer to your core as you rode your orgasm out on his face. He grinned against you, and you moaned loudly.
“Good girl… Fuck, you taste fucking amazing, love.” He kissed his way to your face, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You jumped down and got on your knees in front of him, deftly undoing his pants fully and pushed them down to his ankles.

“Shit…” he groaned when you wrapped your hand around his – honestly, damn beautiful length – and gave it a soft stroke, your eyes locking on his.
“Y/N, you… Shit…” he lost his train of thought when you wrapped your lips around the tip, licking a stripe along the slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. You moaned at the taste and rolled your eyes back; fuck, you could get used to this.

You slowly inched down on him, taking as much as you could before you gagged, and he hit the back of your throat. His hands found a home in your hair, grabbing it tightly.
“Good girl… Look at you, being so good for me on your knees. You can take more, baby…” he grinned deviously and pushed your head slowly, but surely, down to make you take even more of him. Tears welled in your eyes, and you gagged around him, while spit pooled from your open mouth; it was so fucking hot, your legs trembled. The sounds he made, gave you serious whiplash, trying to keep out and savor every single one.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long… Playing pretend… Shit, Y/N…” He groaned as you swallowed even more of him, your head bopping up and down on his length, depraved sounds filling the air. “was so fucking easy, because I’ve wanted you for so long…”
You moved your head with his guidance, swallowing as much you could of him – he was rolling his hips, meeting your face as he thrust against you – you felt him twitch and you sped up.
“Shit, fuck, stop… baby, stop, I don’t want to… Y/N…” He moaned, and with willpower you could never possess, he withdrew from your warm mouth, a string of spit connecting you.
“Fuck, you are amazing.” He said in awe. You grinned at him, and he grabbed your shoulder, pulling you to your feet. His eyes were wild and dark, and you wanted to be fucking ruined by him, right here, right now. He sat down on a bench next to him, pulling you to his lap; your dress bunched even higher on your hips now, his fingers tightly holding you, and his lips split into a devilish smile.
“Let me film us, love… He needs to see what he’s missing out on.” He kissed your neck, drawing small whimpers from you and you rolled your hips, your folds spreading against his hard length. He growled and moved your hips, letting you glide against him in a faster motion.
“Let him see what he’s missing, and never getting back, baby…”
“Henry…”
“You’remine, darling… Mine…” His lips found yours in a heated kiss and you moaned against his lips.
“Yes, fucking… Do whatever you want, just… Fillme, please…” you whined with shaking legs. He grinned and pulled your phone out, placing it in the slots between the boards of the bench, starting a video.
“Hey, asshole…” he mumbled, his fingers finding your dripping hole. You whimpered when he began moving them, curling up to hit every single spot, you needed him to.
“You’re so wet for me, love… Can’t wait to be inside of you… Fuck…” He rolled his hips as he fucked you with his fingers, his hard cock pressing against your clit. You moaned his name. “Feeling you cum on my cock, filling you up…”
“Justfuck me, Henry!” you snarled, desperate for him to fill you with his cock. He chuckled darkly.

 
“As you wish, baby.” You whined when his fingers left you, but moments later, your head lolled back and he had you hold you up with his large hands on your back, as he entered you swiftly – he was big, stretching you deliciously. He groaned as you clenched down on him, and his resolve broke in the second, your fingers tugged his hair.

He growled and his head found the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your collarbone and he began fucking up into you; you were meeting his thrusts, the wet sounds of you filling the warm night air. You were pulsing around him, his cock dragging against your walls and his head hitting your g-spot over and over.
“Your pussy is dripping for me, love… You’re taking me so well, look at you…” He grinned against your skin. “My cock splitting you completely, my good girl taking me so well…” His praise made you moan even louder, and you bit your lip to hold it back.
“Don’t hold back, baby, let everyone know… Fuck… How well you’re being fucked…” He growled and angled his hips a little more, hitting you deeper than you thought possible. “Let everyone hear those pretty, little sounds you make for me…” You moaned loudly.
“I don’t care… Oh, god… Who hears you, baby, I need everyone to know who you belong to…” Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, his voice toppling you over the edge; you came hard around him, your pussy clenching down on his hard length, and he sped up, letting you feel every inch of him as you came undone around him. He fucked you with reckless abandon, trying to reach his own high.
“Tell me. Tell me who you belong to, baby…” He moved his head from your neck and looked at you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he fucked you deeply.
“H-henry… Fuck, I belong… T-to you…” Your voice was broken now, and he groaned as your walls fluttered again.
“You want to cum again, love? Soak my cock, huh?” He hissed. “Cum with me, love, fuck…” you let go when he tightened his grip on your neck tightened and he threw any caution to the wind, fucking you as hard as he could, his own orgasm hitting seconds after yours.

He filled you with hot ropes of cum, warming you inside out, and you both moaned loudly, gripping each other as tightly as you could, as you came down from your highs. He peppered kisses along your neck and rubbed soothing circles on bare thighs. You kissed him lazily and he smiled against your lips, his fingers fumbling for the phone. You watched him turn the video off.

“I’m not sharing that with anyone.” He mumbled. “That belongs to me and you, love.” You chuckled and kissed him again, slowly getting off him. He hissed and you moaned as he slipped out from you.
“Don’t even bother with your underwear.” He said happily, as he closed his pants and kissed your neck.
“Why?” you asked, following his fingers as he grabbed your panties and pocketed them. He wrapped his arm around you and as you walked down to the waiting car (when did it even come?) you felt his spend slowly coat your thighs. It made you whine a little.
“Oh, darling…” He opened the door for you and kissed you before flashing you a deadly smile. “Don’t think for one second, I’m done with you.” He got in himself, and his large hand came to rest on your thigh, his long fingers drawing circles in his own spend on your thighs.
“Samuel, can you take us to my house, please?”

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Summary: You and Henry are new parents. But when his family walked in through the door with millions of questions, you feel out of place and overwhelmed.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: 980+

Warning: None. RPF and JUST FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

A/N: Reposting this since I posted it as a response to anon ♥ Nothing was changed.

The light drizzle of rain somehow made the porch wet, water slowly dripping outside the glass door. It’s a quiet afternoon and Henry just put down the baby after fussing for a good thirty minutes. You just came out of the bathroom, pumping another bottle. You feel so tired but it’s been fulfilling just seeing your husband fall into easy routine with the newborn.

You never thought this day would come. He’s always focused on his career and didn’t really brought up the topic of having kids. Until the unexpected came. And he’s more attentive than he ever was.

It’s only been two weeks and your friends keep telling you it will get better and you hope it will.

You lie back on the couch and close your eyes knowing you won’t get enough shut eye later on. You hear the click of the door being closed and you open one eye. Henry tiptoes from the nursery to the couch. You smile at how gentle he’s been with you and the baby.

“I think I might have bored her with stories of mermaids and Pinocchio.” He whispers even though you’re sure enough the baby won’t hear anything. He’s been too extra and set up the room to be soundproof.

You hummed, not opening your eyes and you feel him picking up your feet, slowly massaging them.

“Are you feeling okay?” He kisses your feet, recently something he really loves to do.

You nod, holding out your arms to him. These are the rare times you ever have time with him. He’ll be back in filming after one month and you can’t imagine how would it be without his support.

He cuddles you and kisses the top of your head and you felt so small in his arms.

“I still cannot believe we have our own little bundle of joy.”

“Afraid she won’t be so little for a long time.” You trace circles on his chest and feel his heart beat against your fingers.

He hugged you tighter and you suddenly felt sleepy. But as you slowly drift to sleep, the doorbell rings.

“Did you order something?” He looks down at you.

You shake your head and he stands up, walking to the door. When he opens it, his siblings and his parents walked in. It’s not that you don’t want them here but his family can be a little overwhelming.

Henry gives you a look that says he’s sorry but you say that it’s okay. With pregnancy clothes and barely neat hairstyle, you offered them drinks and did a quick touch up in the bathroom. Henry kept them entertained enough while you get them some orange juice.

“Where’s the baby?” His mother asked, happiness glinting in her eye. This might not be her first grandchild but she’s waited long enough for Henry to have a child.

“She’s down for a nap.” You say and she nods, telling you stories of baby Henry and how he would behave. You always loved talking to his mother and it ends up being a laugh fest.

“Filming will start next month, right?” My sister-in-law said and I just nod, looking at Henry for support.

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot. Won’t you be needing a nanny for the baby? You’ll be alone here most of the time.” Another sister-in-law asked.

“We really haven’t talked about that. I wanted to be hands-on.”

Everyone nods and everyone seem to be speaking at the same time and suddenly you feel dizzy.

“I’ve been going to this awesome yoga place, Y/N. I think you’ll love it. I mean, why not start getting your body back right away? I can tell you the deets and we can go sign up as soon as possible.”

“Henry’s probably will be gone for almost a year since he’s doing a lot of projects. Are you sure you can do this on your own?”

“Are you breastfeeding the baby? You should! Oh my God, do not ever use those formulas. They’re not really beneficial, in my opinion.”

You quickly stand up and walked to the bathroom, wanting to puke your guts out. It’s been a week of adjusting and you can say you’re not there yet.

Henry walks in and caressed your back, soothing you from whatever it is you’re feeling.

“Hi, baby…”

You looked up and you don’t know what’s gotten into you but you sobbed on his chest, making wet patches on his black shirt.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit overwhelmed with… everything.”

“They weren’t supposed to be here. You don’t need to be sorry.”

And with that, Henry walks out the living room and even though you wanted to tell them yourself, you can’t. It feels like the air from your lungs is being constricted.

“I don’t think this was a good idea. I really appreciate you all being here but I need you to go.”

You can hear the voices and footsteps until there’s none. Henry walks in the bathroom again and you both go your room.

As you lay your head against the pillow, Henry does the same and looks at you. At your bare face and swollen eyes.

“They must think I’m dramatic.” Sniffing and wiping your nose with a tissue.

“I don’t care. You’re the best thing I could have ever asked for.”

You chuckle and kiss him on the lips, feeling the familiar soft pillows of his mouth. Running your hands under his shirt, your head sitting comfortably at the crook of his neck, you sighed because this won’t be your life once he’s out and about.

“I want you and the baby with me. Everywhere.”

You look up, hesitated and was about to argue with him when he lifts his index finger, putting it above your lips.

“I won’t take no for an answer, woman.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“No. We’re lucky we have you.”