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Henry Cavill smut.Ā
warnings: smut, adult dialog, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids)
word count: 2.2k
summary: you and Henry do the devils tango in the dressing room. oh you also dislike each other but not really *wink* *wink*
A/N: im back from the dead with another questionable smut, before i go ghost again, enjoy or not.
I was sitting on the sofa, carelessly scrolling through my phone passing the time before I have to be on stage, when I heard a knock on my dressing room door. Without a thought in my mind, I got up, still not looking away from my phone and I opened the door expecting it to be one of the staff members to get me prepped up for stage.
āHello Y/Nā and that was when I finally looked up from my phone. Instead of a staff member in front of me stood no other than Henry fucking Cavill. I mentally rolled my eyes at his name and his presence.
are you going to start writing again?? i miss you and your workš„ŗ i hope your doing well!!
I just posted one that isnt the best. I appreciate it but honestly i have so little time to write and i dont even have ideas so if you have some prompts send then
what do u think of the rumor that henry is packing his schedule full so he can marry natalie/semi-retire? i saw one that said shes pregnant but honestly dont believe that rn
Honestly i didnt hear anything and i dont think hes gonna retire all that soon mainly bc of the witcher, he has chased that so hard to just be like nahh two seasons is enough. But if he does that good for him, if hes happy im happy
Henry Cavill smut.Ā
warnings: smut, adult dialog, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids)
word count: 2.2k
summary: you and Henry do the devils tango in the dressing room. oh you also dislike each other but not really *wink* *wink*
A/N: im back from the dead with another questionable smut, before i go ghost again, enjoy or not.
I was sitting on the sofa, carelessly scrolling through my phone passing the time before I have to be on stage, when I heard a knock on my dressing room door. Without a thought in my mind, I got up, still not looking away from my phone and I opened the door expecting it to be one of the staff members to get me prepped up for stage.
āHello Y/Nā and that was when I finally looked up from my phone. Instead of a staff member in front of me stood no other than Henry fucking Cavill. I mentally rolled my eyes at his name and his presence.
Now let me tell you something about Henry, he might be charming and sweet and good-looking, hell, he is very good-looking, but he is an asshole; or more correctly he cannot stand me, and Iām happy to report that the feeling is mutual.
Ever since I have got to the set to film Mission impossible 6, he was nothing but impossibly unpleasant towards me. We couldnāt be left alone for few minutes because we would both find something to bicker about another person. The whole crew knew this, nobody wanted to be near us if it were only the two of us.
The only time we didnāt bicker and want to gouge each otherās eyes out was when we had a scene together, which luckily for me, emphasis on the luckily, we had plenty; henry was portraying a big bad guy and I was sort of his side kick, so we were constantly in the scenesā together.
I let out a sigh āWhat do you want?ā I asked, not even trying to cover up the annoyance in my voice. Who does he think he is, showing up at my dressing room, with his perfect face, perfect eyes, perfect lips, amazing facial hair, and gorgeously tight dark blue/black suit?
Okay we might not be able to stand each other but the sexual tension between us was thick as pudding.
āOh, cāmon Y/N is that really how you greet your best friend?ā Henry asked smilingly, leaning on the doorframe, not trying to hide the fact that he was checking my outfit out, which I hate to say it matched his perfectly. He licked his lips and finally moved his eyes from my body to my eyes.
āBest friend?ā I asked laughingly. āAre you on drugs Henry?ā I have to stop to laugh some more. The audacity of this man, seriously. Heās handsome and funny? God really does have favorites.
āPlease just leaveā I manage to say out while still laughing and trying to close the door, but this hunk of a man stopped It so easily and pushed himself inside and closing the doors behind him, making me stop laughing and take a few steps back.
āwhatās so funny Y/N, Iām just trying to build a friendship hereā Henry spoke and with each word he took a step closer to me making me take one backwards and wouldnāt you know it I hit a wall. Stupid walls always there when you donāt need them. In that moment I wanted to punch that wall, or Henry, it would pretty much feel the same.
I take a deep breath before I rise my head to meet Henryās eyes but that was a mistake because of two reasons: reason number one, I inhaled his cologne which made me lightheaded, who knew this jerk could smell so good, and reason number two, he was already staring at me like I was a five-star buffe.
I swallowed deeply before I manage to respond, āyou have got to be kidding me.ā I mutter out in my most stern voice I could manage while trying to push him away from me, but this brick wall in front of me wouldnāt even budge. āBuild a friendship? Now? Out of the blue you had a change of heart? Please donāt make me laugh any further because I will end up peeing my pants.ā
āyouāre not wearing pants.ā Henry bits back and gives himself an excuse to drag his gaze up and down my body once again, making me feel hot. I internally cursed myself for the effect this man has over me.
But I pulled myself together, not letting it show āAnd youāre not making any sense. Now if youāre done devouring me with your looks like a horny 12-year-old boy, I would kindly ask you to get the hell out.ā I spit out getting angry at him and at myself and my stupid body for liking how his presence felt.
Henry laughed, and the next thing I knew he had his hand wrapped around my neck, pushing me into the wall and pushing his body into mine, hovering over me. His lips are dangerously close to mine, so close I could feel his hot breath on mine. A wave of butterflies danced around in my pussy and the room became incredibly hot.
āNow listen here.ā Henry began in his husky voice āWe are both aware of this sexual tension thatās been going on between us for a while now. So, being the gentleman I am, I will make you a proposition. How about we screw each other out of our systems and go on about our day?ā he licked his lips gazing between my lips and my eyes.
My breath got stuck in my throat, and not because Henryās hand was there. This was all too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted him to fuck the living shit out of me, but why give in so easily. āWho said I wanted to fuck you?ā I asked, smirking back.
Henry chuckled and gripped me even tighter. āSo if I, letās say, put this handā he rose his left hand and my eyes followed his every move, āinto your pantiesā he continued while running his left hand down my breasts, my side and stopping at my hip, making me shudder āyou wouldnāt be wet? Not even a little bit?ā he raised his eyebrow and stood very still. Way too still.
āno.ā I replied breathlessly. This was all too much for me.
āNo?ā he repeated after me.
āNo because Iām not wearing any panties.ā I replied and smirked, and he took that as a yes and smashed his lips against mine, pushing me even further into the wall. While his lips were soft like clouds there was nothing soft about our kiss. It was rough and needy and down to the point. I placed my hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer while his left hand finally found its way to my pussy.
I gasped when his hand made contact with my skin, but he didnāt let me catch any breath because he was attacking my lips once again, with the same force. I lifted my leg around him to give him better access and he pushed two fingers into my wet entrance. āoh fuuck.ā I moan out.
Henry removes his hand from my throat, grabbing both of my hands by my wrists and pinning them above my head. His fingers kept pumping in and out of me, making me arch my back, trying to get as much skin to skin contact as possible. Ā
I closed my eyes and let out a moan and I felt Henry stop. I opened my eyes and saw Henry staring back at me. He got dangerously close, making our noseās touch. āWhen I fuck you I want your eyes on me. Understood kitten?ā
I nodded but he still didnāt continue, so I started moving my hips around to get some fraction, yet he still didnāt continue he just stared at me.
āUgh, why are you just standing there?ā I groaned out frustrated, but he didnāt bug again.
I was growing more and more frustrated while he was just standing there, doing nothing. āPlease Henry just fuck me.ā
He smirked at my desperate plea making me roll my eyes. He pulled his fingers out and I was about to groan again but the sight of him licking my juices of off his fingers made me stop in my tracks. He didnāt break eye contact once. āyou taste marvelous Y/nā
He brushed a finger over my pussy once again and I shuddered but as quick as I got any contact it was gone, but then he parted my lips open with his finger full of my juices. āTaste yourself.ā And I did, I licked his fingers clean without dropping eye contact.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and looked around the room. He fixated his look on a table that had a mirror behind it and he took my hands and guided me to it. He stood behind me, running his free hand over my back and making me bend over, pressing my face onto the cool surface of the table.
He let go of my hands and lifted my dress up. He let out a whistle āmy God, look at that ass Y/nā he said slapping my cheeks, making me moan again. He roamed his hand a bit more over my ass, slapping it here and there before he started to undo his pants.
In a blink of an eye I could feel his hard dick at my entrance, sliding it up and down my pussy making me groan in frustration. āPlease Henry.ā I begged once more.
He kept sliding his dick up and down, not giving in. āPlease what Y/n?ā he asked.
I raised my head up, making eye contact in the mirror, āFuck me.ā
He entered me with a quick thrust, and I let out a scream. His hand quickly covered my mouth, and I pressed my face onto the table once again. His dick was so big and thick it made me feel like he will rip me apart, or that I will end up in the ER. Ā
āDamn Y/n you really do have a tight cunt, who wouldāve thought.ā He said only to fuck me rougher. I wanted to respond that I wasnāt tight he was just enormous but all that came out of my mouth were moans, muffled into Henryās hand.
I kept moaning into his hand, glancing from time to time up into the mirror to look at him and he did the same.
Henry grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at myself in the mirror. āLook at yourself. You look like a pathetic slut, so hungry for my cock.ā And the only response I could give back was more moans. He smiled at me.
āLook how good I make you feel you slut. Cāmon tell me how good I make you feel.ā He kept increasing the speed. He removed his hand away from my mouth and I moaned loudly and he quickly shut me back up. āI will take that as an answer.ā
He let go off my hair and put his hand on my clit and started moving his hand in circles. I cried out but that only made him smile and thrust into me harder.
And thatās when we heard a knock on the door. I looked up at henry hoping for him to stop but he only kept thrusting without a care in the word. He whispered, āgo on.ā And removed his hand from my mouth. I had to pull myself together quickly. āYes?ā I asked, quickly covering my mouth because a moan was threatening to escape my mouth.
āMiss Y/n, I need to mic u up because youāre going to go on stage in five minutes. May I come in?.ā Said the person on the other side of the door.
My eyes flew wide open and my reaction made Henry only chuckle, this asshole. āUmm.ā I started, gathering my thoughts, I will be out in a minute.ā
āBut I really need to-ā the person on the other side started but I cut them off. āI said Iād be out in a minute.ā
āOkayā the person replied and walked away, hopefully.
Henry smirked āYouāre so hot when youāre angry, have I told you that?ā Henry whispered in my ear. āI guess we will have to finish this quickly then.ā He started thrusting even harder into me and I could feel myself being close.
The whole situation made me only hornier and with few more pumps I felt my orgasm taking over me and I screamed into my hand which got quickly covered by Henryās as well, trying to quiet down the sound as much as possible.
I guess that aroused him as well because just as I was getting down from my orgasm, I could feel his hot seed all over inside of me and he let a deep grunt out.
His body slumped over mine, and we stayed in that position for a bit, catching our breaths. Henry slowly got up pulling out of me and helping me on my feet. As soon as Iāve done that, I could feel his hot seed running down my leg and henry saw it too.
He smiled at me in the mirror, kissed my neck and whispered in my āround two after the show at my place?ā
Ā word count: 1.5k
warnings: a little bit of sumt i guess
summary: henry being a little devil during yāalls interview
ps. sorry if this sucks, i havent written in months
Season two of The Witcher was Y/nās first acting job; ever since she was a little kid she dreamed of becoming an actress but she never imagined it would all come true. It was a true blessing.
But she found all the press following the premier a bit tiring. She was currently sitting at the round table with Henry to her left, Freya next to Henry and Anya on her right side, as she felt another wave of tiredness washing over her. She was grateful for the opportunity to make her dreams come true but right now all she wanted was a hot chocolate, hot bath and maybe a snack.
Y/n tried to play it off with a smile, and while the interviewer didnāt suspect a thing, or if he did he didnāt show it, she couldnāt hide it from Henry. Every now and then he would glance at her for just a second, to check on her, and sometimes their eyes would meet and they would share a smile. This time she didnāt glance back at him, and few seconds later she felt his enormous hand squeezing her.
She let out a deep breath as a silent thank you and tried to focus herself on the questions being passed around. Yet she couldnāt; she was way too tired.
She was pulled back from her thoughts when Henry pulled back his hand, making her silently sigh at the loss of his touch, but was pleasantly surprised when he placed it on her thigh. She could feel the blood rushing into her checks, all while biting her lip to suppress a smile that was trying to escape her lips.
Henry and Y/n arenāt dating, or on their way to become a couple, but they do occasionally enjoy each otherās company. It started one night during the shooting; it was one of the first dayās for Y/n and she was just overwhelmed. It was a completely new experience and she didnāt know how to deal with it.
She loved the show and she never thought she would one day be a part of it; but here she was. She tried her best to not mess up and after a long day she was proud of herself. She managed to squeeze in a conversation here and there with the cast, but her conversation with Henry was mostly him speaking and her fangirling over him.
And he could tell, so later that night he came to her trailer and he caught her red handed; well kind off.
Y/n was naked on her bed, playing with herself while whispering Henryās name. she was a huge fan of his, and she just couldnāt stop herself. Right as she was about to climax she heard a knock on the door and she was ready to behead the person in front of it.
Until she realized it was Henry; she immediately blushed remembering her actions just a moment ago, and a fact that she was only wearing her silky nightgown, making her perky nipples very visible. But Henry was a gentleman and didnāt comment on it, even though his eyes stayed on them a little while longer than necessary.
She let him in and they had a long chat; he gave her plenty of adviceās on how to deal with filming, and everything that follows afterwards, and she was very thankful.
But as much as she tried to focus on the words leaving his lips, and she tried really hard, all she could focus was on his plump lips. And he realized, of course he did, for him she was an open book, and Henry took this opportunity and pressed his lips onto hers. They were the softest lips she ever kissed.
He placed both of his hands on the side of her head and laid her down onto her bed, kissing every inch of her body, marking few of the less visible spots with his teeth, making her whole body burn for more. they spent that night tangled in each other, till the early morning and the next day of filming was very hard for both of them.
She was again pulled from her daydreaming when Henry moved his hand upwards, gripping her thigh roughly in order to separate her legs. Y/n tried to fight him but to no use, he was stronger and when Henry wanted something, ohh Henry gets that something. Ā
Y/n obliged not trying to cause a scene. Once he separated her legs, his long fingers caressed her tight making her shiver; his touch in general made her shiver. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she prayed to God no one realized. It didnāt seem like they did.
After few more moments of innocently caressing her tight, Henry moved his hand towards her entrance and for a moment his hand barely touched her, and she found herself scooting forwards in order to feel his touch.
She could see him smirk in the corner of her eye but she didnāt care, he started it he better finish it. She could feel the blood rushing into her checks once again and she was so thankful this interview wasnāt filmed but only recorded.
And just like that he moved his hand and started running his fingers up and down her vagina, not bothering to move aside her, now, soaking wet panties. it was amazing how small of a touch coming from him could induce such a reaction in her.
She wanted more, she craved more, and she tried to show him that by grabbing his hand and pushing it harder towards her entrance, but that only made him stop his movements making her whimper.
He loved this, Henry loved to tease her, to edge her, spank her, have his way her, be rough with her, to make her beg him for more. he especially loved the last part, when she was a hot mess underneath him and he had her where he wanted her; in that moment he knew he could do anything with her and they would both enjoy it.
Y/nās whimper was a bit too loud and the interviewer shifted his attention towards her and she had to bite her tongue before she cursed out, Henry still not moving his hand.
āY/n are you okay, you look like you arenāt feeling the best? Do you want us to take a break for a moment and then continue?ā Y/n blushed once again, sending daggers towards Henry who looked at her like he was genuinely concerned for her wellbeing and she promised herself she would get him back.
Y/n shook her head looking back at the interviewer āNo, no, thank you though, I guess Iām just a little bit tired from all the press that Iām not used to.ā The interviewer nodded his head and took this opportunity to ask her about her experience on the show.
And thatās when Henry decided to be a devil and moved her panties aside and pushed his thick fingers inside her.
Y/n drew a sharp breath, clenching her tights together but to no use, he still had enough space to thrust them in and out. She let out a little laugh, trying to buy herself time before answering the question, trying to collect her thoughts but she couldnāt. She was red in the face, stuttering every other word that came out of her mouth, biting the side of her check in order to supress her moans and Henryās hard gaze on her didnāt help either.
Somehow she managed not to raise too much suspicion, they probably all associated her behaviour with her tiredness. Interviewer proceeded with his questions, and so did Henry with fingering her.
It was becoming way too much, two of his fingers inside of her and his thumb playing with her clit, she could feel her climax being close and now she wished she asked for a break because she doesnāt know how she will hide her climax.
Henry could tell she was close too, the way she clenched around his fingers, and it wasnāt the first time so he knew how far he can go. And just as she was about to finish, he pulled his fingers away and Y/n disapprovingly sighed.
She was pissed, she wanted to take his hand and make him finish his job, her body craved to be touched by him again, but she knew that wasnāt possible, he wouldnāt bulge; so, she sat there for the rest of the interview, wet and bothered, clenching her thighs together in order to create some kind of friction, to ease the pain.
until they finally wrapped it up, she couldnāt shake the interviewers hand quick enough. She only had Ā 15 minutes before she had to appear on another interview and she was going to make the best of it.
Every cast member had their own separated rooms backstage, and a room with all the food where they usually spent their time together.
Y/n picked her pace, trying to reach her room as quickly as possible, when she felt his strong hand on her lower back guiding her. āYou didnāt think you could finish up without me kitten, now did ya?ā.
Henry whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and they couldnāt seem to reach her room soon enough.
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