While a list of things you adore about him would be impossible to write, there are some parts of Henry that just make your knees go weak, and your heart flutter, every time without fail.
It’s way his eyes sparkle when you are both alone. The way his fangs poke out as he flashes a dazzling grin. The way he wraps his arm around your waist as he pulls you close. The way his breath lightly tickles your lip before he leans in to close the gap between you…
It’s the way he trails those kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking every so often. The way you feel his lips curl into a smirk against your tingling skin. The way he looks up from under his eyelashes for for your approval as he tugs at the zipper of your dress. The way his skilled fingers dance across the planes of your shoulders before reaching for the clasp of your bra. The way he swiftly carries you to the bed before dropping to his knees…
It’s the way his tongue lightly trails over your chest as he gently takes your nipple into his mouth. The way he laces your fingers together as your back arches. The way he slowly works down your body, leaving a light trail of marks to remind you that you’re his. The way he takes the hem of your panties between his teeth, tugging them down. The way he doesn’t break eye contact with you for a second as he does so…
It’s the way he licks his lips as he takes in the sight of your glistening mound. The way he hums and sighs contently as he laps at your delicate folds. The way his fingers dig gently into the skin of your thighs as he pulls you towards his face. The way he teases at your clit, almost depriving you of the touch you desire. The way he slips his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him…
It’s the way he sheaths himself into you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you adjust to his size. The way he rolls his hips slowly, in long, deep strokes. The way he never falters in hitting that spot that makes you see stars. The way he praises you as you hit your climax, telling you how you’re such a good girl. The way he closes his eyes and moans your name as he hits his, seeing the pure bliss adorning his face…
It’s the way he takes you into his arms afterwards, holding you flush to his chest. The way he kisses the top of your head, running his fingers through the soft locks of your hair. The way he never stops caressing you, his thumb rubbing over some part of your skin at all times. The way his breathing evens out as you both begin to drift off in each other’s arms…
But most of all… you adore the way he looks at you, full of love and admiration, each time he says “I love you”.
Summary: You play a prank on Henry, and he isn’t impressed.
Pairing: Henry x reader.
Warnings: RPF. Fluff, lots of fluff. Implied smut if you squint.
A/N: I’ve not written in years and thanks to Henry’s Instagram post today I had to give it another shot because WOW. Constructive criticism is welcome, I’d love to get back into fic writing again! Thank you to the lovely @a-little-counter-esperanto for encouraging me to give it a shot.
The sweet smell of waffles seeped through your house, eliciting a sigh from you as you wrapped yourself in your bathrobe. You felt your shoulders fall in relaxation as your eyes momentarily closed, basking in the delicious scent as you slid your feet into your favourite fluffy slippers. Although it took you a while to coax yourself out of the confines of your soft, silky sheets, you knew Henry was already awake and, seemingly, making breakfast for you after his morning run. You padded down the stairs to be greeted by a large fluffy being, soon feeling a wet tongue against the exposed skin of your leg.
“Good morning, Kal,” you giggled, leaning down to pet the canine behind his ear, just where he liked it.
Kal barked happily and plodded off into the living room as you made your way to the kitchen. You leant against the doorway as your lips pulled into a smile. The sight in front of you was one to behold for sure. Strong muscles flexed beneath the snug grey fabric of your boyfriend’s shirt, his soft brown curls hanging messily on the top of his head. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention focused on the tubs of protein powder and shakers in front of him. Your smile grew a little wider in fondness, he was always so passionate and dedicated to his fitness. You had always admired him for that. As you quietly moved closer to the counter, he turned on his heel, almost spilling the contents of the shaker in his hand.
“Y/N!God, baby! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He exhaled as he spoke, his free hand pressed against his taut, muscular chest.
You rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. “Yeah, of course, because you of all people are prone to that.”
“You know what I mean,” he chuckled, placing the container back on the counter so he could rest his large hands on your hips.
Naturally, you brought your own arms to rest behind his neck, lifting yourself onto your tip-toes to do so. Henry pressed his lips softly against yours, humming as his eyes fluttered shut. When you both finally broke away, he rested his forehead against yours.
“How did it go yesterday? At the hospital?” His expression softened and his eyes were full with concern. It was only a routine check-up, and everything had come back with no problems. Not that you were going to give that away so quickly, though.
“I’ve got to go back in a few weeks, they think I may have a heart condition,” you chewed on your bottom lip, adding to the facade but mostly to help contain your laughter.
“What?! Oh no, my darling, please tell me it’s nothing serious…” Henry’s grip tightened slightly on your hips, his eyebrows raising with worry.
“I’m not sure…” You sighed, “all they told me is to limit how much I come into contact with the cause.” The brunet’s eyes were so wide that you were sure they were about to pop out of their sockets.
“Well, what is it? I’ll clear the house out right now.” He let go of you and started opening the cupboards, taking out items and reading the ingredients, looking for a potential culprit.
“My heart gets all jittery and fast and… They said it’s you, Henry!” You couldn’t hold back your grin any longer, bursting out into a fit of laughter as your boyfriend deflated, giving you a glare that just screamed ’I’ll get you for this’.
You doubled over, holding your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Before you had time to straighten up, Henry had his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder.
“Aaaah! Henry, stop it! They said I’m fine!” You squealed, kicking your legs while you clung to his strong shoulders. Kal bounded into the room at the harsh sound, barking at Henry in his usual protective manner. Henry clicked his fingers.
“Kal, sit. Nothing to worry about, buddy. You however…” The timbre of his voice lowered as he turned his attention back to you. “You’re going to wish you’d never pulled that prank.”
“Yeah? Says who?” You chided, smirking as you attempted yet again to pry yourself from his death-grip. He swiftly carried you up the stairs and back towards your bedroom.
“Says me.” Henry grinned, a glint in his eyes hinting that you weren’t going to have much of a say in anything for the rest of the morning. The waffles simply had to wait.
I have been following the various dancer/ performers of the various (MML ) Magic Mike live shows, which is slightly teetering the edge of performance and stripping
Well there is a sexy aerial part that’s just HOT and I kept imagining that Sy or even Walter performing aerial stunts, the beefy men actually being graceful kid air or even just thrusting to “pony” by genuwine.
Other great examples & keep in mind all videos were taken from performers Instagram and videos were shot or given permission by the official company. I am just a fan and not trying to claim Jack shit!
Obviously you had called the number once you got home. You had made arrangements for later that evening (which basically meant around eleven in the evening) and you secretly sneaked back in the hotel and slipped in his room. Henry looked smashing as always: the blazer that matched his slacks, his tie in his hands and the first two buttons of his shirt open, revealing a little bit of chest hair.
He hadn’t said a lot to you since you got there. A feverish kiss when you walked in, an order for you to take off all your clothes and now he was taking his sweet time, leaving you desperately waiting in anticipation.
And here you were: butt naked on his bed. Because you couldn’t help yourself, you’d had the most disgusting fantasies since you gave him that blowjob and it had worked you up all day. He probably would have his opinion about the drenching mess between your legs too, but he kept it in for now.
His jacket now on the back of the chair, his Oxford loafers next to the bed and he got on the mattress with you. Still without words, he positioned you in front of the mirror, your legs spread apart and gosh, you were almost embarrassed. It was so vulnerable, looking at yourself like this, especially because your cunt was glistering.
He scoffed with a smirk, keeping his opinions about your drenched state to himself, before he placed your legs over his, so you’d keep them spread out wide, which granted him easy access. His large hand squeezed your inner thighs and you took a sharp breath, as his fingers were drawing closer to your burning center, but still remained—in your opinion: unacceptable—distance from it.
‘Please,’ you whispered, breaking the silence between you. ‘Touch me.’
‘Why?’
You were going to do this?
‘I need it.’
You’ve had your fair share of sexual endeavors, however never had you sounded so needy. Normally, you’d felt embarrassed, but now you didn’t.
‘You do know what you’re asking, right?’ Henry asked. ‘Because if I start, I cannot stop.’
‘I don’t care.’
And then it happened. The tip of his finger teased your slit, bumping into your clit, before it slid entirely inside. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and because of your current state, he quickly added another.
He knew what he was doing. His fingers worked his magic, he pushed your buttons in a way you yourself could never achieve. No one could achieve this. You dug your fingers in his thighs and he chuckled at your desperation. The familiar buzzing already drew closer, just like your eyes were nearly rolling back. ‘Henry,’ you whimpered, ‘I— I am close.’
‘I can tell,’ he chuckled darkly and if you heard correctly: a little condescending, which only made you more horny. Great, like you hadn’t reached that limit already. ‘Ask nicely and I might just indulge you.’
You almost orgasmed on the spot. ‘Can I cum? Please?’
He hummed in approval. ‘You can.’
Not caring that anyone could hear you, you moaned out loud as your hips bucked up to meet his fingers. His other hand took a gentle hold of your chin, after you rode out your high. He did not stop, he told you that and he kept his word. ‘Look at yourself,’ he said. ‘Come on.’
You obliged, however it wasn’t easy. Through the mirror, you watched Henry’s bicep flex as he continued to get you towards the edge again, to let you cum once more.
And it wasn’t challenging for him at all, because here you were, right at his mercy, coming undone underneath his touch again. Your juices squirted passed his fingers, drenched the sheets and nearly hit the mirror.
And then he thankfully took pity on you.
You’re desperately trying to catch your breath, as you leaned against Henry’s broad frame, who by the way appeared totally unbothered. Like he didn’t just fingerfuck the daylight out of you.
The tent in his slacks however were unable to hide the fact how much this turned him on.
You pushed your legs together, as you turned slightly in between his strong and thick legs. You gently palmed his cock through the fabric. ‘Fuck me,’ you then whispered.
He smirked. ‘You sure about that?’
‘Yes,’ you nodded. ‘More than sure.’
You could’ve expected being absolutely ravished by Henry, but nothing had prepared you for his thick cock buried in between your walls. He had pushed you deep into the mattress, his enormous frame caging you in. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips as you felt him plunging in deep.
Strained moans were caught in your throat. The one thing you could do was stare in his beautiful eyes, hold his handsome and perfect face in your hands.
Kiss me you thought. Allow me to feel those lips one more time.
But he didn’t. He didn’t kiss you and you were with your head too deep in the clouds to actually take initiative.
You fluttered around his cock and as you turned into a shuddering mess underneath him, he once against gently held your chin, forcing you to look at him.
‘Can’t believe the hotel maid is a slut,’ he whispered. ‘Taking me like it’s absolutely nothing.’
Unable to utter out a coherent sentence, you only softly moaned.
And then he filled you up. His hips stuttering as ropes of cum were painting your walls white. He stilled his movements, bottoming out once again inside of you. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he took a deep breath before he pulled out. One more smack on your thigh, before he announced: ‘I’m going to take a shower.’
♧ ♧ ♧
Months later, you were sitting behind your desk, your laptop open in front of you, the cursor appearing and disappearing. After you came back to his hotel room, you showered together and then you made your way out. Three more times had you met up with him. Three more times had he fucked you. You remember each time clearly. Twice from behind, your bottom fiery red by the countless spanks provided by him and one last time as he lazily leaned against the headboard, watching you riding his cock.
Not a lot of words were shared. Just a handful of sloppy kisses.
And now you were staring at the form. Share your confession. You had already sent in multiple confessions and each one had appeared on the gossiping forum.
Confession: I caught a hot actor masturbating.
Confession: I was fucked into tomorrow by same hot actor
And here you were again. Should you share it?
You had been trying to call Henry for quite some time now, however the number he gave you, wasn’t in use anymore. There was no way of contacting him. Sure, sliding in his DM’s was a possibility, but you decided against it.
So, you started typing and after double checking for spelling errors, you send in your confession. It took around three minutes before it appeared on the forum.
