📌 be warned, most of my fics contain smut so read at your own risk. every fic has tags so check those before reading, and if you feel uncomfortable please don't read! my feelings won't be hurt lmao ☺️ enjoy my dear friends 💜
jamie rant incoming bc these chronically online people are going way too far and its genuinely pissing me off.
1. seeing the comment on jamies post saying he "relapsed" made me physically nauseous. how fucking dare you. how do you claim to be a fan and then say something so incredibly fucked up? like actually what the fuck. youre scum. youre not a fan in any sense of the word bc fans SUPPORT the artist. saying something like that is utterly DISGUSTING behavior, you DO NOT under ANY circumstance say that to a recovered addict. im appalled at the person that commented those horrendous words, you know who you are and its people like you that are a poison to this earth. you can say it's "a joke" all you want but no one is laughing. recovery is not a joke.
my brother is a recovered alcoholic, I've seen how hard that journey is first hand. its a long, difficult and ugly road, but getting there is an achievement, something to feel proud of. to feel free of escaping this substance that had its claws in you for years. it destroys relationships, causes turmoil, it amps up the mocking voices in your head and turns you into someone that you dont even recognize anymore. and in my brothers case, it nearly led to suicide. I thank god everyday that his attempt failed. he's 2 years sober and its been so great to see him be his goofy self again and im so incredibly proud of him.
jamies sobriety journey is something he takes so much pride in and speaks publicly about it so he can help other people that struggle with the same issue. that man does nothing but spread love and kindess and you comment that bullshit on a post of his new project that hes worked hard on and is excited to share with us. FUCK YOU.
if anyone even remotely considers saying something that vile to jamie, or anyone recovering/recovered, kindly fuck right off and either seek help or go to hell bc youre not welcome in this space.
2. why the FUCK do people care SO MUCH about jamies personal life??? his girlfriends to be specific. the parasocialism is so bad that these people spend all the time theyre awake scouring the internet for every little scrap of "gossip" or "proof" of his relationships or lack there of, and they make full on excel spreadsheets about it.
like hey. thats SUPER fucking weird. its no wonder jamie isnt active online nearly as much as he used to be bc alot of these so called "fans" are obsessive parasocial stalkers that make these blogs bc what? you dont like who he's dating? hey why dont you grow the fuck up. like do you actually think hes going to read your blog and think "man, this random stranger online doesnt like my girlfriend so i guess I'll break up with her." LIKE HUH!!???? YOURE DELUSIONAL.
news flash; you dont have to like his partner, just bc youre his fan doesn't mean you have to be her fan. just support HIM and HIS ART. he's a grown ass man, im pretty sure at 37 he knows how to handle the trials and tribulations that come with relationships and knows how to end them if need be. and if he does end it, he doesnt have to announce it. ITS NONE OF OUR BUSINESS. people keep speculating "oh he'll annouce that theyre broken up soon" THE FUCK???? he doesnt owe us any explanation bc its HIS PRIVATE LIFE.
these people try to say "its not parasocial, im just trying to expose who she really is" okay well if she is a bad person he doesnt need your "help". HE'LL FIGURE IT OUT. like....do you hear yourself...delving into someone's private life, their likes on social media, scrolling through their follow lists, taking note of stuff theyve deleted just to try and "expose them" bc you have "receipts" is extremely parasocial like genuinely check yourself into an asylum bc thats not healthy. youre fucked in the head if you think otherwise.
ive said it before and ill say it again; as long as jamie is happy, im happy bc his happiness is beautiful and infectious.
so to those that run those blogs, PLEASE get a job, get an actual hobby, volunteer at a soup kitchen, knit a sweater, take a yoga class, go door to door spreading the good word of jesus christ i dont fucking care seriously just do anything else but be a creepy psychopath that dissects every aspect of his life bc its FUCKING WEIRD. the fact that the people behind these accounts see nothing wrong with what theyre doing is parasocialism at its peak.
to jamie, i love and support you and thank you for the positive impact you've had in my life. im proud of your sobriety journey and the incredible art you've made and continue to make. if anyone on this earth is an angel, its you. please know we're not all parasocial creeps, most of us are REAL fans that back you 100% 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
hi friends. in my most recent post I mentioned going out of town. it was unplanned and last minute. my aunt had cancer and we went to see her before it was too late and im so glad we did bc she ended up passing last Wednesday. so its been a hard week for my family, her service is this weekend.
with this unfortunate occurrence part 4 will be delayed a bit. its been hard for me to focus with the recent events as ive been quite grief stricken. ive never lost a family member to cancer before and it was very hard seeing her suffer through it, especially in the end stages.
but ive got the outline for part 4 done. after the service this weekend I plan to begin writing in an attempt to occupy my mind.
love, prayers and uplifting thoughts are appreciated. thank you for understanding 🤍🕊
Synopsis- after a traumatizing experience, Y/N learns of the dark sins of Henry’s past.
a/n- hi friends, sorry this part took so long, i’ve had a lot going on in my personal life. i'll try not to take as long to post the next part but im going out of town this weekend so i probably wont be able to start writing part 4 until next week sometime. this one isn’t quite as long as the others but I wanted to get something posted. Just a warning, this part contains some dark topics so check the tags and don’t read if it will be triggering for you. Thank you for the love on the story so far, love yall 🫶🏻
tags- fluff, teasing, angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, being drugged, brief use of guns, death (not main characters don’t worry), protective henry, revisiting past trauma
READ PART TWO HERE
I slowly opened my eyes and sat up in bed. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I took in the unfamiliar surroundings, for a brief moment I had forgotten where I spent the night. The memories from last night replayed in my head; Henrys dominance in the heated pleasure that we shared, his soft kindness in the way he took care of me afterwards. Part of me was worried it had all been a dream, but the soreness that still lingered in my body and waking up in his cozy bed reminded me that it wasn’t.
Looking over to his side of the bed I realized I was alone. The scent of bacon flowing through the air and the sound of pots and pans clattering told me he must be in the kitchen.
I stretched and a piece of paper on his nightstand caught my attention, I let my curiosity win and reached over and grabbed it.
It read:
Henry, the client has purchased four pieces of the product. Make sure it is shipped out by Friday the 26th and you will receive your cut. This is your last opportunity; you know what consequences await if you fuck it up again. — V
My brows furrowed as I read the note. Who was this V person and what product are they referring to?
I placed the note back where I found it, I suddenly felt guilty having snooped through Henrys things. But if it wasn’t meant to be seen he wouldn’t have left it out in plain sight, right?
I shook my head; it was probably nothing. From what Henry told me about owning this building it sounds like he’s a businessman so I’m sure he has many people he works with to run his businesses.
It was the last part of the note that didn’t sit right with me though. You know what consequences await if you fuck it up again. What could that mean?
I wouldn’t feel right asking him about it though. I don’t know a lot about his personal life yet, when he feels ready to share more of those details with me, he will. I hope he does anyway, I want to get to know him better and I want to share more of my personal life with him as well.
I pulled myself out of bed still wearing Henrys shirt, slipped on my socks and made my way to the kitchen.
I rounded the corner and Henry instantly looked up at me with a smile, “Good morning beautiful, sleep well?”
I pushed my unbrushed hair out of my face and smiled back, “I slept like a baby, your bed is so comfortable Henry. Way better than my cheap lumpy mattress.” I giggled and strolled over to where he stood at the counter to see what he was making.
“You didn’t have to make me breakfast.” I said and he looked at me like I just insulted him.
“Darling, after the devotion you showed me last night, I think it only fair I return the favor and serve you a delicious breakfast like the queen that you are.” He winked at me, flipping the omelette in the skillet.
I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist and raising up on my tip toes to peck his cheek.
“I made tea too. Its oolong, I thought after last night you might need the extra boost.” He laughed to himself and I felt my heart swell at how thoughtful he was being.
“Well, I have you to thank for that don’t I?” I shot back playfully, reaching for the sugar. “Do you want sugar in yours?” I asked.
“Just a pinch, thank you sweetheart.” He plated the food and brought it to the table, pulling out the chair and motioning me to sit.
He was being such a gentleman, and part of me couldn’t believe this was the same man that was making me beg him to orgasm the night before.
I watched him sit down across from me, admiring every detail of his stunning features with a grin spreading across my face.
He looked up at me after taking a bite, meeting my eyes and I smiled bigger. “What?” He said with a mouthful of food.
I giggled, “You’re just so sweet Henry, and so cute. I’m having a hard time believing all of this is actually real.” I looked down at my food and began to dig in.
“Y/N, I assure you its real, and I couldn’t be happier that it is.” My chest tightened and I took a bite.
My eyes widened, “Holy shit Henry, this is delicious. This omelette would make Gordon Ramsey proud.” I said, taking another bite. The eggs were the right amount fluffy, the cheese was gooey and the ham was cooked perfectly. My tastebuds were being assaulted in the best way.
“I’m glad you like it darling, but I’m sure Ramsey would find something wrong with it.” He laughed.
I shook my head, “Well he’ll have to take it up with me because this is the best breakfast I’ve had in a long time.” I pointed at myself and as I did, a piece of egg flew off my fork and hit me in the forehead making me flinch.
Henry was mid drink, spitting it out as he watched me and we both burst out laughing.
“Oh, you think that was funny,” I stabbed another piece of egg with my fork and flung it at him, it bounced off his chin and fell into his mug. He looked down at it, then back up to me.
“Now you’ve done it.” He placed his mug down and raced over to me, scooping me up from the chair and plopping me down on the couch.
He straddled me, holding me in place with his thighs and began tickling me. I thrashed around trying to break free but to no avail, his strength overpowered me. My cheeks started to hurt from how much I was laughing, as soon as he discovered my stomach was the most sensitive to his tickles, he was relentless.
His smile put me in a trance, it was so beautiful, the way it reached his eyes making them crinkle made my heart flutter.
“Henry! Stop please, I’m going to pee!” I said between laughs, nearly out of breath.
I reached up, trying to tickle him back but he was too fast, pinning my wrists above my head with his free hand.
“Nice try sweetheart, but we both know who’s in control here.” He said with a smug grin, shooting me a wink.
I had almost admitted defeat when I realized he was indeed straddling me and I could very easily distract him.
I rose my hips and ground them against his crotch, his movements immediately stilled.
His glare darkened and his eyes pierced me with a warning, “Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish.” His grip on my wrists tightening slightly.
“What if I want to? You say I’m a naughty girl, maybe I should show you how naughty I can be.” I challenged, feeling his length harden more with each slow grind of my hips.
His breath hitched, “darling as much as I would love to see just how naughty you can be, I unfortunately have an important business meeting in thirty minutes. And I know you have a shift in an hour, but it would please me very much if you stayed here again tonight, then you can misbehave as much as you want.” His deep voice radiated through me, sparking every nerve ending.
“I’d like nothing more Henry.” I giggled and he released my wrists, leaning down and closing the gap with a sensual kiss. His lips were like small pillows, so soft and plush as the world around us vanished and everything centered on him.
His touch. His warmth. His tenderness. Him.
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I sat at my place behind the check in counter of the hotel I worked at, whiling away the hours until I could see Henry again. It was the same as any day, checking in guests, answering phone calls, listening to people complain about an issue in their room that they made up so they could get a complementary service.
My leg bounced as I kept looking at the clock, I still had three hours until my shift was over and I was getting restless.
“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s got you in a tizzy?” Asked my coworker Julian, who’s become a close friend of mine in the time we’ve worked together.
I tried to play it off, “Nothing, just waiting to get out of here.”
“Nice try, you haven’t been able to sit still since you got here. Your leg hasn’t stopped bouncing and you keep twirling your hair. Spill it.” Julian said, reading right through my façade. He’s become rather good at picking up on my tells.
“I have plans tonight that I’m looking forward to, that’s all.” I shrugged, dropping the strand of hair I was fiddling with.
“No Y/N, you have that glow about you. That ‘I got laid last night and I’m seeing the guy again’ glow.” He elbowed me playfully and flashed me an intuitive grin.
“Jules! Keep your voice down. Yes, it’s a guy okay. A really great guy in fact.” I couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across my face.
“I knew it! So, tell me all about him. How did you meet? Is he hot? Is he good in bed?” He leaned forward on his elbows, his interest piqued.
I wasn’t sure if I should tell him, yet anyway, about how we actually met. “We met at…the library. He made a comment on the book I was reading and the conversation built from there. And yes, he’s extremely hot and very good in bed.” I explained, giggling like a schoolgirl as I thought back to last night.
“Girl, he sounds like a dream. You better watch your back; it’s been a minute since I’ve been laid.” He joked, brushing a hand through his hair.
“You wish, he doesn’t play for your team honey.” I laughed, pulling up Henry’s instagram to show him a picture.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head like a cartoon character, “Holy shit Y/N. He is fucking hot oh my god.” Julian gushed, his jaw nearly on the countertop. “Sister you are lucky you found him first; I’d let him split me open like a thanksgiving turkey.”
“Julian oh my god!” I cackled loudly, echoing through the lobby.
He leaned closer to me, lowering his voice. “I can tell just by looking at him, but I have to ask; is he…well endowed.” He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh Jules, the man has a third leg.” He jumped back in his seat with an excited shriek and raised his hand up for me to high five him.
“Well, my jealousy aside, I’m happy for you. But I don’t care how hot he is, you know if he does anything to hurt you I’ll cut that third leg off and feed it to my dog.” He said, his tone shifting to a bit more serious. Julian was like my brother, and it made me feel good that he looked out for me.
“I do know that” I snickered, “we’ve only known each other for a little over a week, but so far so good.”
“Good. Now I’ve got to go help clean the gym. Let’s grab a coffee after work at the café next door, I want to hear more about Henry.” He offered, grabbing the bucket of cleaning supplies.
“Okay sounds good.” I nodded.
“Great, chat with you later babe.” He gave me a hug and made his way down the hall.
As I sat at the counter, my mind wondered to Henry and this business meeting he had. Does it have to do with what I read on the note? Was this V person a business partner of his? I was still curious about the whole situation and why it seemed so cryptic.
I want to ask him about it soon, and hopefully he will feel comfortable enough to open up to me more about what his business entails.
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I slung my purse over my shoulder and clocked out, waiting for Julian so we could head next door.
“Y/N, you go ahead next door and I’ll meet you there, the manager said she needs to talk to me about the event being held here tomorrow.” He said, putting on his coat and putting his hotel keys in the drawer.
“That’s fine, meet you there.” I nodded heading out the door.
I entered the quaint little café; it reminded me of a log cabin. The walls were covered in pictures of nature and taxidermy deer heads, which made me wince slightly.
I walked up to the counter and scanned over the menu, deciding on a caramel latte.
A large, burly man was working behind the counter, and I noticed as I placed my order his eyes kept raking up and down my body. I cringed, knowing this man could be old enough to be my grandfather.
He was nearly bald with a long greasy beard and stained yellow teeth, how I would imagine Santa Claus would look if he were a coke head.
“Here you go honey, sweet and hot, just like you.” He spoke with a thick country accent, giving me a wink as he handed me my drink.
I winced, trying to avoid eye contact as I took my cup from him, “Uh, thanks.” I said, unimpressed.
I sat at a table in the back of the café, my phone buzzed and I looked down to see a text from Julian.
Hey hun. I’m so sorry to do this but I got a message from this super hot guy on grindr and he wants to hook up. So, I’m going to go do that because like I told you earlier, it’s been a while since I got laid. I’ll make it up to you though, we can get lunch our next shift together, my treat. Love you babe, get home safe xx
I huffed and looked around. Well, good for him I suppose.
My coffee tasted a bit more bitter than I was used to, but I had never been to this café before so maybe it’s just their recipe. I don’t think I’ll come back though, mainly because of the weird man that worked the counter.
He kept looking over to me as I drank, watching me with an unsettling stare.
I tried to act like I didn’t notice, trying to distract myself with thoughts of Henry and the way he makes me feel.
I suddenly began to feel very dizzy; my vision started to blur. I tried to get up but my balance was so off I nearly fell over.
I sat there for a moment, taking some deep breaths to try and center myself. It wasn’t working, in fact it was getting worse.
I saw a large silhouette making its way towards me, realizing it was the creep that gave me my drink. “Feeling alright princess?”
It dawned on me as the words left his mouth; he drugged me.
I gathered as much strength as I could and shoved past him, stumbling out the door of the café onto the sidewalk.
He followed me outside; I tried to run but ended up tripping over my own feet and fell to the ground. I managed to catch myself with my hands, they scraped against the concrete and I hissed.
I looked around, the world was spinning and I felt nauseous. The drugs were sedating me, everything was a blur and my arms gave out as I collapsed against the ground. I heard his footsteps approaching and he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me a few yards to throw me into his truck.
“We’re going to have fun tonight honey.” He said and I could smell his putrid breath.
I tried to yell for help, but my body was so sedated I couldn’t seem to form words, what came out was barely audible, “Get offa’me, please, someone d’something.” I slurred; I was terrified because I knew what this sick man was planning to do with me. Then everything went black and silent. I passed out.
I came to, hearing the sound of the car door slamming. The inside of the truck smelled of sour milk and dirt covered the seats and floors. My vision was still blurred and I didn’t recognize any of my surroundings. The houses in this area all looked like run-down coke dens, the man that kidnapped me certainly looked like he belonged here.
I heard him talking, along with several other unfamiliar voices. “I’ve got her in the truck, she’s a pretty one with a tight little body. I gave her forty milligrams of ambien, so she’ll just lie there and take it.” The man, whose name I recall being Walter, explained and I heard the other men laugh maniacally.
I heard the door open and decided to pretend I was still unconscious, I knew in my sedated state I wouldn’t be able to fight several grown men on my own.
Walter grabbed my arms and yanked me out of the truck, my weak legs barely able to hold me up as he led me toward the house.
I looked up and saw a blurred silhouette stroll out of the alleyway, stopping in front of the group of men.
“Now fellas, I understand it must be hard to get girls to bed you looking the way you do and wreaking of absolute shit. But this is a little too far, don’t you think?” I recognized the deep rasp and unmistakable accent of that voice. It was Henry; but how did he know where I was?
I was feeling mixed emotions; relieved that he was here, but worried that he was outnumbered. Not that I questioned Henry’s strength, but there were five other men and only one of him.
“Look buddy we don’t want trouble. She’s just some drugged up whore we picked up on the corner. Now step aside or my nine-millimeter will make you.” Walter threatened, reaching down to the pistol on his hip.
Henry’s expression tightened, staring daggers into Walter as he held onto me with a bruising grip. “Let her go, right now. You think I’m fucking stupid? I know what low-life meth heads like you do to innocent women. And she especially is off limits. I won’t ask again; unless you want your collarbone shoved up your asshole, I suggest you let her go and walk away.” Henry’s eyes looked bloodshot and his voice deepened to a menacing octave.
“Go fuck yourself.” Walter spit back, pulling the pistol from the holster. “Last chance to walk away pal.” He raised the gun up and pointed it at Henry, who looked completely unbothered by the man’s threats.
I panicked and thrashed at Walter’s grip, but it was unrelenting, “Henry, please. I don’t want you to get hurt. I can’t lose you too.” I cried, my words still slurred.
He looked me in the eyes, his expression softening for a moment, “Y/N I told you, I take care of what is mine. I protect what is mine. I’m not letting anything happen to you,” he gave me a reassuring nod, “Trust me.”
Before I could register what was happening, the gun fired and I covered my eyes, afraid to see the aftermath of the gunshot.
But instead of hearing the impact of the bullet hitting Henry, there was just silence. I slowly uncovered my eyes to see the bullet floating a foot in front of Henry’s face, his focus narrowed in on it. Walter stood there stunned, blinking several times to make sure what he was seeing was real.
The mix of sedatives and adrenaline left me unsure if I was hallucinating or not.
Then in a flash, the bullet swerved past Henry and hit the man behind him. The man fell to the ground and I flinched at the impact.
Walter yelled to the man that had just been hit, “J-Jerry?” No response, the man’s body laid eerily still, blood pooling around his head. The other men stood there in shock.
Horror painted itself across Walter's face, realizing his friend was dead. He looked back at Henry, his grip on me tightening.
“I said, let her go.” Henry stared menacingly, taking a step closer. The next thing I heard was a pained scream and the cracking of bones as Walter fell to the ground, both his legs broken. He released me and I quickly ran over to Henry; he threw his arms around me and held me close. I looked at him in awe, so confused with everything I was witnessing. Henry was hurting these men without even touching them, with just a focused glare; as if he was doing it…with his mind.
The other men surrounded us, pulling out their guns but Henry was quicker. He turned to face them and with one look he threw them back, crashing them into a wooden shed.
Walter was hunched over in pain, terror behind his eyes as he saw the unnatural things Henry was doing.
Henry’s eyes pierced him, raising him into the air as he walked over to him, Walter struggled to breath as if he was being strangled. “Darling, is this the man that drugged you?” He asked me softly, and I looked at Walter with disgust. “Yes.”
Henry looked at Walter for a moment, pondering what he should do with him. “Do you think I should let him live? Just so he can do this to another innocent girl tomorrow.” He tried to control the anger in his voice, but I could see the ferocious hatred in his eyes.
“No, he deserves to die.” It was dark, but I couldn’t live with myself if we let him go. Knowing he would still be out there, preying on other women. Who knows how many women he had already did this to, they deserved to be avenged.
He concentrated his strength on Walter’s neck as pleading chokes tore from his throat. Henry focused so hard on strangling him that the vein in his forehead popped out.
“Don’t look Y/N.” Henry suggested but I denied his request, “No, I want to see the life leave this sick bastard's eyes.”
“Suit yourself.” He said, returning his focus to Walter. “Rot in hell.” Henry snarled, then with a quick flick of his head Walter’s neck snapped and his lifeless body fell to the ground.
I winced at the sound of cracking bones, then slowly stumbled over to his body and spit on it, “That’s for all of your victims.”
I turned to Henry; gratitude plastered across my face. My mind swarmed with a thousand questions, but my body was so weak, I felt lightheaded. Before I could open my mouth to speak, my legs gave out and I fell back into Henry’s arms. The world went black and I knew I passed out again, but I wasn’t scared this time; I was relieved because I knew I was safe with Henry.
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Henry’s POV
I’ve never had a psychic connection with someone quite as deep as this. I wasn’t a mind reader, but I could sense her feelings, her conscience. An overwhelming sense of dread washed over me, and I knew she was in danger. A flash of her surroundings came into view, and I knew exactly where she was; Thornhill Avenue. The neighborhood where crooks, drug dealers and rapists lived; the lowest of lowlives.
I knew she was scared, confused and weak. When I got to her it took everything in me not to kill every one of those bastards, I didn’t want to scare her, I knew she’d already have so many questions about what she’d seen, about my unnatural abilities.
I took her back to my flat and laid her down on my bed, covering her with my warmest blankets. She was fast asleep, wore out from the drugs and sick actions of those poor excuses for men.
I went to the bathroom and got a warm rag, draping it carefully across her forehead. I sat on the bed, taking her small hand in mine and just looked at her, admired her beauty.
I felt lucky to have her in my presence, she was unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Stunningly beautiful, kind, understanding.
I was going to tell her everything about my abilities; how I got them, and how I was abused for them, how I was blackmailed into doing things I didn’t want to do to avoid those I cared about being harmed.
How I have been tormented by my subconscious for years because of the things I’ve done. I had night terrors on an almost nightly basis, the first night she slept here was the first night in several years I slept soundly. No night terrors, no voices mocking me; just a peaceful slumber. Her lovely scent of lavender and vanilla relaxed me, her subtle breathing was a lullaby, the feeling of her body pressed against mine brought me more peace than I ever thought possible.
I felt a connection to her, like I have been waiting for her to come into my life; she was an angel sent to silence the demons and bring forth my true self.
The day she came into the church the air shifted, I felt a weight in my chest lift at her presence. Hearing her voice for the first time was ethereal; the song of an angel.
She stirred gripping my hand tighter, light snores falling from her lips and I couldn’t help but smile.
I shuddered at the thought of what would’ve happened to her if she hadn’t met me, what those sick bastards would have done to her. They deserved what they got, especially the scumbag that drugged her.
It was late, nearly three in the morning. I stripped down to my boxers and joined her in bed. She didn’t wake, but as if she sensed my presence next to her, she entangled her legs with mine and draped her arm across my chest. I felt my heart swell at the gesture; she made me feel things I never thought I was capable of feeling.
I was going to do something nice for her, take her on a proper date. Especially after the traumatic night she had, she deserved to be treated like a queen, to be spoiled.
I know she loved italian food, so I’ll take her to Stefano’s, the nicest upscale italian restaurant in the city. She has a deep love for horticulture, and I knew of an enchanting botanical garden she would adore.
As I planned out our perfect evening together, I pulled her closer into me and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Henry...you…saved me. Thank…you.” She lightly muttered in her sleep as she hugged me tighter, and I felt my chest tighten; I was in deep and I wanted to keep falling.
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Y/N’s POV
I slowly blinked awake, looking around I realized I was in Henry’s room. Just as I sat up, he walked through the doorway with a coffee mug in hand.
“Good morning beautiful, how are you feeling?” He asked softly. He sat down on the bed, pressing a light kiss to my forehead and handed the mug to me.
I looked down at the mug, my head buzzing with a thousand questions of the events of last night. “I’ll be honest Henry; I was really scared last night, more scared than I’ve been in years. I…I didn’t know if I would even make it out alive.” My voice cracked, tears stinging my eyes at the many things that could’ve happened if Henry hadn’t shown up.
I took a sip of coffee, Henry placed his hand in mine and I squeezed it, locking eyes with him. “But…the moment I saw you, I felt safe. Just seeing you made all the fear go away.”
He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it, “I would never let anything happen to you. I care about you more than I’ve cared about anything in a very long time.” His eyes bore into mine, full of honesty and sincerity. I felt the weight of his words in my chest; a tear slipped down my cheek as I grinned at him lovingly.
“Henry, you have to give me some answers. How were you able to do…what you did?” He broke eye contact briefly, adjusting himself on the bed so he was fully seated in front of me.
“Y/N, I’m going to tell you, but I’m warning you, some of the things I’m about to say are not easy to hear and you must promise not to repeat it to anyone.” His expression turned serious, searching my eyes for understanding.
I nodded locking eyes with him, “I would never betray your trust, Henry.” I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
“My childhood was very different from anyone else’s. I never knew my birth parents, but I had a sister, she was all I had. Sadly, we were separated when I was adopted at age five by drug addicts that had no business having a child. At age seven they sold me to a man named Vincent, who was a so called ‘doctor.’ My adoptive parents wanted money for drugs and Vincent wanted a test subject, so he offered them a quarter of a million dollars for me. From that moment, everything changed.” His voice was steady, controlled, I could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions.
“Vincent was set on mastering the science of telepathy. He was sick, obsessive, relentless. He injected me with different formulations that he’d created and improved on from his previous failed subjects. They made me extremely ill, some days I wasn’t sure if I would live to see the next. One night I awoke and went to the bathroom, thinking I was going to be sick. I leant over the toilet and dry heaved, next thing I knew my brain felt like it was going to explode out of my skull, then I blacked out.”
I could sense that reliving this experience was affecting Henry, I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable, scared even. “Take your time Henry, I’m not going anywhere.” I scooted closer to him, lacing his fingers through mine.
He took a deep breath and continued. “When I woke up, I was strapped to a hospital bed, anger coursed through me and I didn’t know why. I looked over to see a lab technician monitoring my brain activity. I asked him to let me go but he refused which made me angrier. Really all I remember from that moment was a flash of red and looking down to see his body on the ground, blood spurting from the chunk of flesh that used to be his head.” He paused and sniffled, tears brimming his eyes.
“I was terrified, unsure if what I was seeing was actually real. Vincent came in when he heard the commotion, completely unfazed by the gory scene in front of him. He looked at me and smiled; he looked proud that his little experiment finally worked.” Henry scoffed in disgust.
“I told him I didn’t know what happened to the man, but he knew. He rushed over to me and hugged me; told me I was a success, that I was going to help him change the world and in turn he would reunite me with my sister. I told myself I would do it for her, I would master my power and help him with the promise of seeing my only family again.”
I was in shock, hearing the horrible things he was exposed to at such a young age. My heart ached for him.
“I hadn’t realized the extent of the things he would make me do. He told me my first task was to track down a man that had stolen from him and retrieve what was stolen. Once that was done, he ordered me to kill the man, and when I refused, he beat me into submission. Threatening that if I didn’t carry out the viscous deed, he would kill my sister. I had no choice, I couldn’t risk her life; so, I stood up with tears in my eyes, blood dripping down my beaten face and apologized to the man before ending his life.” He broke eye contact, unable to look at me as he continued.
“I learned control over the years, how to tap into it when the situation required it. I understood after a while what Vincent really wanted; a weapon. A weapon to do his bidding, take out people that were in the way. He made me kill so many innocent people, I felt I had no choice because my sister's life was at risk if I disobeyed him. Sometimes I wish I would’ve let him beat me to death, it would’ve kept me from becoming a monster.” Henry was crying now, voice full of hurt.
I felt tears slip down my cheeks, the young innocent boy still inside him crying out for help. I leaned in and hugged him; I held him so tight I wanted to reach that broken boy buried under years of manipulation.
“I understand if you want to run, if you wanted to get as far away from me as possible. I know I’m not worthy of love, I deserve to be left to rot in my sins.” He croaked out, voice utterly broken.
I gently tilted his chin up, willing him to look at me. Tears stained his cheeks as muffled cries tore from his throat, he was reliving that awful experience all over again. “Henry, you’re not a monster, you were a helpless child with no one to turn to for help. Controlled by a sick man that abused you from age five, none of this is your fault. Do you hear me? You saved my life last night. A monster would not have done that.” I gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“I’ve never opened up to anyone about this before. I…I need you. You make me feel grounded; you make the demons disappear. I haven’t had a good night sleep in years. I always wake up in a night terror, screaming and thrashing until I regained composure. You keep them at bay, with you I sleep soundly, I have happy dreams. I believe you were sent to me for a reason.” He rasped, looking down at his lap.
I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a soft kiss. A kiss that assured him he hasn’t scared me off, that I wanted to continue being that peace for him. He melted into it and held me close, brushing his hand through my hair. “Henry, I promise you, I’m not going anywhere.” I swore, getting lost in his blue eyes.
He smiled and leaned back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. “Thank you.” He sighed, letting out a long breath.
I looked up at him, “Can I ask one more question?”
“Of course, darling.” His eyes were closed, taking deep breaths to center himself.
“Did you ever get to see your sister?”
“No.” He shuddered, opening his eyes as he stared at the ceiling. “I don’t even know if Vincent actually knew where she was, part of me thinks he was lying the whole time just so he would have leverage over me. The other part of me believes she’s still out there, living a happy life, which is what I want for her.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and let out a tired sigh.
“Y/N, if it’s okay, I’d like to rest. I was so worried about you last night I didn’t sleep a wink. I just watched you, made sure you were alright. Held you closer when you shivered, kissed your forehead when you stirred, because I always take care of what is mine.” He placed a kiss to the back of my hand.
“I know you do Henry, sleep. I’ll stay right here with you.” I smiled softly, nuzzling into his chest as he intertwined his fingers with mine.
“Thank you, my angel.” I felt my chest tighten at the term of endearment. He’d been fighting to keep his eyes open, then finally gave in and let them close. His breathing steadied and he quickly fell into a peaceful slumber.
For the first time, I felt like I was where I belonged. In the arms of this beautifully broken man who needed me just as much as I needed him, I felt like I was home.
Part 3 of Seal of Confession is coming i swear! ive been working alot which has really drained me and I was sick the past 3 days 😭 it is in the works tho im not abandoning it I promise!! 💜💜
I just want to say something that has been on my mind lately.
theres been alot of speculation as to whether jamie and elena are still together bc of the stuff thats come out recently and her being fairly absent from social media.
my thoughts are this:
ive been a fan of jamie since 2018 when a friend introduced me to counterfeit. of course I knew of him from sweeney todd, mortal instruments and twilight, but i wasn't a die hard fan until 8 years ago and have been ever since. his relationships never really bothered me aside from jess bc it was so obvious she used him.
I only know who elena is bc of jamie. I never watched her content bc its just not the type of content I like to consume. elena is beautiful, and ive said many times id raid her wardrobe. but i dont know her personally, I dont know what her intentions are. I can only go by things that I see on surface level.
but i am his fan first and foremost and his happiness will always be the most important thing to me. yes he is a grown man and can handle his own life and relationships, its none of our business. my job as a fan is to simply support him and continue giving him the love and respect he deserves.
if they are still together, okay cool. if theyre broken up, okay cool. as long as jamie is genuinely happy, that's what matters to me. I cant help but notice that in the past few weeks he has been glowing with joy and his smile is genuine. they say you know when someone is truly happy when their smile reaches their eyes; and his definitely have been lately.
as for the reddit thing, I have to agree that the way she went about posting that was wrong. pretending to be someone else and saying things like that about the person youre supposed to love and care about is wrong. im sure dating a celebrity isn't easy and im sure getting trashed by fans on a daily basis takes a toll on you mentally. god knows i couldnt do it. but it doesnt excuse going behind his back and doing that.
if she was feeling some sort of discomfort or uncertainty about their relationship she should have talked to him about it privately. if you cant talk to your partner about important things like this then that in itself is a sign of distrust and if you dont feel comfortable sharing those insecurities with your partner then that should be enough to tell you maybe youre with the wrong person.
im married and I have been married for 7 years and I always tell my husband about any insecurities I have. whether its about myself, him, our relationship, daily struggles, mental struggles; no matter how big or small, and he does the same in return bc we know that if we didnt our relationship wouldve ended years ago. trust and communication are the most important aspects of a relationship and if those factors are missing from yours then to me thats a red flag.
im in no way accusing or attacking elena or blaming her for anything. ive said multiple times that I dont agree with people that have those snark accounts bc to me thats immature and women shouldnt be tearing down other women. this misogynistic world doesnt need more of that.
all I want is to continue seeing jamie as happy as he's been lately and whether its tied to elena or not, we don't know. nor do I care to know. I want him to do what makes him happy, period, point blank.
jamie is the most genuine, humble celebrity ive ever seen. the messages of love he spreads are unmatched by anyone in his line of work. he pours his heart and soul into everything he does and it shows. he deserves someone that loves and cares about him for who he is at his core, not for his money and fame.
if anyone in this broken world deserves to be loved unconditionally its him. he gives so much so selflessly, going around the world to meet as many fans as possible and always being so kind and patient with them. he proudly shares his story and his journey of sobriety even when he's been told not to by those above him. he inspired my sobriety and hearing him talk about it makes me stronger everyday.
he's an angel if ive ever seen one and deserves nothing but love, kindness and respect.
Synopsis- anticipating the pleasurable promises Henry made, you soon discover his dominant dark side as he punishes you for your sins in more ways than one.
Tags- priest!henry creel x fem!reader, dom!henry, sub!reader, d/s dynamic, degradation, edging, lots of henry being a goddamn tease, bondage, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, orgasm denial, mouth fucking, penetrative sex (p in v), aftercare, a bit of fluff
a/n- i’ve decided to make this into a mini series as I have lots of ideas for what I want to do with this fic. thank you for the love on the first part 🖤 before I started writing henry/theo I hadn’t written in 8 years and these characters made me want to pick it up again, I’m feeling more familiar with it again as I write more. this part is 90% smut and i’m pleased with how it turned out as it took me a little while to get used to writing erotic scenes again. as always mind the tags and enjoy sinners 😈
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I stood outside the church for a brief moment; my nerves wracked with excitement. I made the bold decision to go commando under my skirt; I wanted to make sure Henry knew the lengths I would go to in order to please him.
I stepped inside, and saw Henry standing at the podium, his attention snapped in my direction the moment the door opened, a wide grin spreading across his face.
He looked incredibly sexy; black trousers and a black button down with the top three buttons undone, specks of black ink peaked out from his collar, which nearly made me fall to my knees. His long blonde hair was loosely curled and pushed back allowing me to really see the beauty of his sculpted features.
“Hello, my darling. Don’t you look…ravishing.” He licked his lips and his eyes grew dark, drinking in the sight of me.
I blushed, feeling the heat already building in my core, “I wanted to look my best, just for you Henry.” I said biting my lip enticingly.
“Mmm, good girl. It pleases me knowing you did all of this just for me, that you already know you belong to me.” His mesmerizing voice dripped with seductive authority, and I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to keep standing.
I walked to meet him where he was standing on the stage, his signature scent of sandalwood and cigarettes engulfed my senses. “Yes Henry, all yours. Every inch of my body belongs to you.” I looked at him with innocent eyes, pulling the clip out of my hair allowing it to fall in my face.
He looked utterly satisfied with my immediate submission. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the beautiful tattoos that marked his toned arms. He brushed my hair out of my face; his finger lingered on my cheek looking deeply into my eyes as if he was studying me.
“My god, you really are stunning.” I felt my cheeks heat at his kind words. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I said with a playful giggle.
He smiled warmly, eyes softening slightly, flicking them down to my lips. He trailed his thumb over my bottom lip, bringing his other hand to rest on the small of my back, before pulling me into a tender yet passionate kiss. Butterflies erupted through my chest at the feeling of his soft lips on mine and his warm palm caressing my cheek.
His tongue glided along my bottom lip, and I met him halfway with mine as they collided. I brought my hands up to tangle in his silky soft hair as he pressed my body into his, closing the gap like two perfect puzzle pieces as he deepened the kiss.
His teeth clamped down gently on my bottom lip, dragging it out slow and teasing, demanding my full attention. Shockwaves shot through my entire body, before soothing the sting with another slow, hot sweep of his tongue.
He dragged his hand down to wrap around my neck, his other hand moving down a few inches to give my rear a claiming squeeze. “Mine.” He growled with a smirk, eyes full of lust.
My breath hitched, my body responding instantly to his touch. “Yours.” I whimpered, looking him in the eyes with a silent plea.
His expression turned serious for a moment, “Y/N, before we go any further, I would like to establish a safe word. You seem willing to follow my commands which pleases me very much, but I don’t want to cross any boundaries.” He brought his hand back up to cradle my face and I listened intently, looking deep into his eyes.
“If at anytime you feel uncomfortable, I want you to say ‘mercy’ and I will stop. The last thing I want is to hurt you; I want to bring you as much pleasure as possible. Tell me you understand.” He said softly, awaiting my consent.
My heart swelled at his concern, knowing he cared about my safety made me somehow more attracted to him in that moment. “I understand Henry, thank you.” I gave him a warm smile, nuzzling into his touch.
“Good girl. Now if I recall you have quite a bit of transgressions to pay for, don’t you? Making a mess in my booth yesterday, letting me give you the best orgasm of your life with just my words.” The hunger in his eyes grew, as did the moisture between my legs.
His placed his hand back around my neck, tightening his grip slightly, “Well, it was the best orgasm of your life, but that’s going to change tonight.” He rasped, his words a dark, captivating promise.
He moved his hand from where it rested on my rear and slowly dragged it up my thigh, brushing my dripping folds as his breath caught in his throat at the notion of the lack of undergarment.
Lustful delight spread across his features as a predatory growl rumbled from his chest. “Oh, what have we here? No panties? You really are a naughty girl, aren’t you? And already drenched for me, needy thing.”
“You told me to be ready for you Henry.” I brushed my hand through his hair, raising up on my tip toes to take his bottom lip between my teeth. “You give me a command, I obey.” I felt him stiffen against my leg, a low, hungry groan escaping his lips.
“You’re such a good, submissive little slut for me. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?” He teased, and I nodded eagerly.
He pulled me forward and crashed his lips against mine, the kiss much hungrier now. He moved his hand from my neck to my hair, tugging lightly as an act of dominance. I moaned at the blissful pain, kissing him so deep I thought he might swallow my tongue.
He trailed his tongue down my jaw, moving down my neck where he left wet, hungry kisses. He sucked on the sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder, then trailed his tongue up my neck to suck on the spot just below by ear, claiming me with hickeys in both places. His lips were so soft, and I couldn’t help but moan at the sting of his marks.
He pulled away and admired his handiwork, “I love seeing my mark on you, now everyone will know you’re claimed.”
He flipped me around so my back was against him, feeling his hard length press into the small of my back. He held my wrists behind my back with one hand and pulled the hem of my skirt up with the other.
“Tell me what you want Y/N.” He taunted drawing circles on my thigh; he knew damn well what I wanted.
“I want your fingers Henry, please touch me.” I whined desperately.
“Alright sweetheart, get them ready.” He brought his hand to my mouth shoving them inside. I sucked on them fervently, moaning in the process as he whispered dirty obscenities in my ear. I swirled my tongue around his long digits, slurping them like I was a woman starved, coating them in saliva. I could feel his growing length harden against me with each profane sound and it made me dizzy with anticipation.
He pulled them out, bringing them down to drag a deviously slow line from my entrance to my clit, my body immediately tensed. “See how your body answers to me, even at the lightest little touch? That’s how I know it belongs to me.” His voice a dark hum against my ear, increasing his pace as he rubbed my sensitive nub with expert precision.
I cried out as he dragged his long fingers through my aching core, he teased my entrance and I followed his fingers with my hips, begging him to insert them. He let out a devilish laugh before bringing them back to my clit, “What’s the matter darling? Do you need something to clench around? Be a good little slut and beg for it.” His breath was hot against my ear; his low, husky voice sent shivers down my spine.
The way he rubbed me had me seeing stars, I choked out the only words I could muster, “Please Henry…need your fingers…need to come on them.”
He groaned as I ground my ass into his bulge, “Naughty girl.” He plunged his finger into me, pumping in and out at an intense speed, stretching me open by adding a second. If he wasn’t holding me in place I surely would have collapsed.
“Is this what you wanted? My fingers buried in you, brushing against that spot that makes you moan and groan because you’re a needy, insatiable little slut for me.” He said through ragged breaths.
“Yes Henry, oh my god, yes.” I moaned, my voice barely audible as my vision began to blur.
He brought his thumb up to play with my clit causing my walls to clench tighter around his long digits as he curled them against my sweet spot. I was a moaning mess; my body melted into his. I wanted so badly to wrap my arms around his neck, to touch him in any way, but his strong grip on my wrists was unyielding.
“That’s it baby, let me hear you. Let me hear those sinful sounds, tell me how good only I can make you feel.” His labored breathing in my ear pushed me closer to the edge.
“It feels so fucking good Henry, fuck, I’m yours, my needy little pussy is yours.” My voice echoed through the church, and a satisfied groan escaped his throat.
“Good girl, my good little slut. Are you close?”
“So close.” I breathed out, the coil in my stomach turning tighter with each stroke of his skilled fingers.
“Good, because you’re not going to come until I say, and if you do, you’ll be punished further. Understood?” I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing, but I promised Henry I would be a good girl and obey him.
“Y-Yes Henry, not until you say.” He pulled his fingers away, leaving me a panting mess in his arms.
I whimpered at the loss of contact, he released my wrists and I turned to look at him with pleading eyes. “Aw, don’t be upset darling. I’m going to let you come, I just haven’t decided how yet.” He gave me a devious smirk, “and leaving you on the edge will just make you beg for it that much more.” His voice was gravel, vibrating through my body down to my throbbing core.
He raised his fingers to his line of sight, admiring my glistening juices that coated them. He closed his eyes and dipped them into his mouth, slowly licking them clean with a delightful moan as if to savor my taste. A fresh wave of pleasure washed over me as I watched him perform the sinful act.
A satisfied grin spread across his face as he withdrew them, “You taste exquisite my darling, just as I suspected.”
His eyes lingered on mine for a moment, then he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up with ease, placing me down onto the wide podium. He spread my thighs apart and stood between them, eyeing me like a lion about to devour its prey.
He took a fistful of my hair and forced my head to tilt, sucking more marks into my neck and I hissed at the delightful sting. He dragged his other hand up my thigh and teased my clit with torturously light, barely-there rubs. He let out a mocking laugh when he felt my hips buck involuntarily.
“My needy, desperate little thing. You almost make this too easy. You’re desire for me speaks volumes, the way your body bends to my will. It’s addicting.” He teased my entrance with his fingertip, and I whined with need.
“I could tease you all night, but I’m not heartless; I’m going to ravage that hungry little cunt and make you scream my name, so everyone knows who you belong to.” He growled into my ear, putting emphasis on the last few words, reminding me that he was in full control.
“Henry, please wreck me.” I begged; my whole body trembled anxiously as he pushed my skirt up my waist, exposing my dripping center. His breath hitched and his eyes darkened with desire, examining my body hungrily.
He dropped to his knees and placed my thighs on his shoulders, pulling me to the very edge of the podium. The sight of him there, his broad shoulders between my thighs, his hands on my hips with a possessive grip; it stole the air from my lungs.
He planted kisses on my thighs, marking them in a few spots, dragging his tongue to my pelvis, kissing and licking just shy of where I really needed him.
“Henry, please.” I whimpered.
“Impatient, are we? I’m sorry darling, I’m just admiring how delicious your pretty, wet little pussy looks. So needy for me, my little slut.” He chided seductively, and the way he looked up at me from between my legs made my head spin.
“But since you asked nicely,” He cut himself off by licking an agonizingly slow, broad stripe through my folds. His tongue was hot, flat, and relentless, a claiming symbol of ownership. My eyes rolled back at how good his hot mouth felt enveloped around my swollen nub.
He sucked on my clit like it was something to be savored, his tongue swirling around with expert precision. My back arched and I tangled my hands through his hair, moans falling from my lips as he devoured me.
He increased his pace, trailing down to my slit. He plunged his tongue into me, feasting with a focused, brutal precision. Low, satisfied groans escaped his throat, pleased with how much pleasure he was giving me.
His rhythm was erratic and unpredictable. I felt his nose brush against my clit and cried out, my thighs clenched around his head, egging him on to bury more of his tongue into me. He shoved them apart, fingers digging into my skin, “Stay open for me sweetheart.”
His tongue lapped up my folds, returning to trace circles on my throbbing clit. He hummed against me and that was nearly my undoing; the vibration of his moans traveled through my core, the pleasure beginning to coil.
As if he could sense my approaching climax, he pulled away and I whimpered through ragged breath, looking down at him with pleading eyes, begging him to continue.
“Y/N, only when I say.” He tutted, his hands tightening on my trembling hips.
He blew a cool breath on my wet, aching nerve, pressing a single, firm finger against my entrance. Not entering, just applying a teasing pressure.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against me, lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “My greedy girl, so close already.”
He pushed his finger inside; I was so wet he slid in to the knuckle in one smooth glide and I cried out at the exquisite stretch.
He held it there, buried deep. His mouth returned to my clit, his tongue now a soft, persistent flutter.
He curled his finger, finding the spot inside that made me see white. He pressed it. Rubbed it in a slow, circular grind.
My orgasm built like a wave, huge and inevitable, begging for release but I knew I couldn’t; I needed his permission.
My breath came in sharp, ragged pants. “Henry—”
He pulled his mouth away, withdrew his finger completely. He rose to his feet, looking down on me, sprawled and trembling on the podium.
The loss was a physical pain, a whimper tore from me, raw and broken.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing slightly uneven. “Not yet darling, good girls wait until they’re told.”
He lightly brushed my clit with his thumb, the smallest touch sending jolts through my overstimulated body.
“You look gorgeous like this. A wrecked, panting mess, your hair sticking to your sweaty face.” He brushed it out of my face, resting his hand on my chin, tilting my head up to look him in the eye.
“So eager to be a slut for me that you willingly deny your body its release to follow my rules; what a good, obedient little thing you are.” He praised, his dark eyes boring into mine.
“Y/N, tell me who owns this tight, needy pussy.” He swiped his long digits tantalizingly slow through my tender crevice, and I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately holding on. “You do.” I muttered, breathless. My need to please him was the only thing I held onto.
“Look at me.” He said firmly, a hand grabbing me by the neck and my eyes shot open. “Tell me who you belong to.” He snarled, voice dripping with possessive dominance.
“I belong to you Henry, only you.” I choked out, admiring just how hot he looked with his hair disheveled, the slightest bit of moisture on his brow.
His grip on my neck loosened, “That’s my good girl.”
My hips jerked helplessly, seeking motion against the empty air. “Please, let me come.” I gasped, the words raw.
His thumb stroked my jaw; his touch was gentle. His eyes were not, “Ask properly, darling.”
I was falling apart on the podium, every nerve screaming. The ache between my legs a hollow, throbbing demand. “Please Henry, I need to come.”
“That’s not asking.” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, his voice a husky whisper, “That’s telling, and you don’t give the orders here, Y/N. Beg.”
A sob wrenched from my chest; his dominance peeling back my pride made the need for him that much stronger. “Please Henry, please let me come. I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You are good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my temple. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Dripping all over my podium, making a pretty mess for me.”
I nodded frantically, “Yes. Yours.”
“Then show me.” He straightened, looking down at me with a dark, heavy weight. “Beg like you mean it. Like you’ll die if I don’t let you.”
I was beyond pride at this point, beyond anything but the coiled, desperate tension in my core. “Please,” I cried out, my voice breaking. “Please Henry, I can’t take it, I need it. I need to come so bad; I’ll do anything, please let me come.” I lifted my hands from where they rested on the podium and reached for him, a pleading, helpless gesture.
He caught my wrists, his grip firm and unyielding, and pinned them above my head. “There,” he said, his voice rough with approval. “That’s my girl, so pretty when you break.” A devious grin stretched across his lips.
With his free hand he traced a path down my body. Over the frantic pulse in my throat, between my breasts, heaving under the lace of my bra. Down the quivering plane of my stomach, skirting just passed where I needed him most. He circled my hip bone, his fingers leaving a trail of fire on my skin.
“Please,” I whimpered, arching into his touch, trying to guide him. “Touch me. Please Henry, I’m desperate for your fingers.” I breathed, my voice cracking.
He made a low, considering sound. “Your pleas are so beautiful.”
Without warning, his fingers finally slid through my pulsing folds. He rubbed slow, maddening circles around my clit but never quite landing on it, reminding me that he dictates my pleasure.
I moaned, a long, broken sound. My hips lifted off the podium, chasing his hand. “More. Please, more.”
“Greedy little thing,” he chided, voice thick with seductive authority. He increased the pressure, fingers moving faster. The pad of his thumb brushed my clit, once, twice. I cried out his name, my body bowing. The coil inside me tightened, a spring wound to its limit.
“I’m close. Oh god Henry—I’m so close.”
He stopped.
I screamed silently, a ragged gasp of air. I stared at him, wild-eyed, completely wrecked. “Why?” I choked out, the word was a plea, a prayer.
“Because I said so,” he taunted, dark eyes drinking in the ruin of my body that he created. “And because I’ve decided that when you come, it will be on my cock, buried deep in that tight little cunt; because it belongs to me.” His voice was rough with pure ecstasy.
He stood up and cupped my face in his palms and pulled me into a tender kiss, my taste still fresh in his mouth. His tongued swirled with mine, and I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck.
“You’re doing so good for me sweetheart, and your taste is intoxicating. I fear I will never get enough of it.” He softly smiled, his forehead resting on mine.
My breathing gradually returned to normal, we sat there for a moment, looking deeply into each others' eyes. His eyes softened with concern, studying me, making sure I was okay, that he didn’t go too far.
I smiled softly brushing a hand through his soft locks, “I’m okay Henry, I promise. I want you to see the lengths I will go to in order to please you. I surrender my body entirely to you; I want you to claim me completely.” I admitted, not an ounce of deceit behind the words. He consumed me, and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet Y/N. I’m just letting you collect yourself for a moment.” He murmured, his voice dropping an octave as hunger returned to his eyes. “Just don’t forget our safe word.” He said, blue eyes piercing into mine, awaiting my consent. “I remember.” I reassured him.
“Now be a good little slut and get on your knees.” His tone more demanding now, I complied and knelt down on the altar rail, he walked around the other side of it and stood in front of me, pulling out a rosary. “Give me your hands sweetheart.”
He took my wrists and held them together, placing the rosary around them and tying it into a knot. Not so tight that it would cut off blood flow, but tight enough to reassert his dominance.
I was eye level with his crotch, the massive tent in his pants staring me directly in the eye and I stared back at it hungrily.
“Good girl, we don’t want those hands wandering. Are you ready to prepare my cock for you baby? I see you looking at it, waiting for me to fuck that sinful little mouth of yours. Is that what you want?” He slowly undid his belt, fumbling with the buttons and pulling down the zipper.
“Please Henry, use my mouth. Punish me for my transgressions.” I purred, feigning innocence as I looked up at him through my lashes.
He knelt down and wrapped a hand around my neck, eyes piercing into mine with a dark promise.
A silent exchange of charged energy passed between us, then in a low, husky tone that shook me to my very core he said, “Is that right? Well, I guess I have no choice but to give my eager little cock slut what she wants then.”
He rose back up, pushing his trousers down followed by his boxers. His cock sprang free, long, hard, and dripping with precum. My eyes lit up seeing just how massive he was, my mouth watered as I drank in the appetizing sight of his pulsating, thick length.
I leaned forward, drawn by the salt-musk scent of him and the sheer need to have him in my mouth, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back.
“Not so fast darling, I will set the pace. That’s why I tied your wrists, can’t have you getting too greedy. Although, it turns me on seeing just how hungry you are for my cock.” He rasped, fist tugging tighter on my hair and I moaned at the divine pain.
He laughed darkly, “Look at you, bound and kneeling. Your pretty mouth agape, waiting to do the one thing it’s made to do; take my cock.” He taunted, petting his fingers through my hair, liquid heat pooling in my stomach at each heinous word that left his mouth.
He reached down and gave himself a couple of slow strokes, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip. He doesn’t break eye contact, my breaths coming in shallow pants and arousal dripping down my thighs. I craved him.
He pulls me forward slightly, using the head of his cock to trace my lips, painting my mouth with his fluids, smearing it across my bottom lip. My tongue darted out instinctively, tasting him.
Salt. Skin. Him.
I let out a gratified moan at his delectable taste as he continued to pet me.
“My dirty little cock slut.” He growled in a low hum that vibrated through my chest.
Gathering my hair in his fist once more, he pushed forward, just an inch, the heat of him filling my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut and my thighs clenched together.
“Look at me.” He barked and my eyes snapped open, meeting his dark gaze. He doesn’t break eye contact, peering into my very soul as he pushes in another inch, then another. My lips stretched taut around his girth, a tear threatening to fall, but I was loving every second of it.
“There,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. “That’s it. Take it. Take all of it, you greedy little thing.”
He sinks deeper, until the head of his cock nudges the back of my throat. I gagged reflexively, my body tensing and quivering at the same time.
He doesn’t pull back. He holds there, letting me adjust.
My throat relaxed around him, giving him a reassuring glance that told him he could keep going.
“Good girl.”
He begins to move. The slow, deliberate strokes vanish, and he fucks my mouth harder.
His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. The head bumps against the tight ring of muscle and I gagged, a wet, choking sound that vibrates around him and a deep groan escapes his throat.
He doesn’t stop. He holds my head in place, fingers gripping tightly on my hair as he thrusts deeper. My eyes watering instantly, tears blurring my vision of his dark, possessive expression.
“That’s it,” he whispers, his voice a dark rumble. “Choke on it. Let me feel you choke on your sins you dirty whore.” His degrading words caused a fresh load of slick heat to drip down my legs. I thrashed my bound wrists, needing to touch myself desperately, but I accepted defeat.
He sets a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each inward thrust tears a ragged gag from my throat, each withdrawal leaves me gasping for a shred of air, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Saliva gathers at the corner of my stretched lips, then drips down my chin, onto my chest. The sounds are obscene, the wet slap of his skin against my face, the choked guttural noises I can’t suppress.
My throat convulsed around him, causing a low, husky groan that tore from his chest, pulling hard on my hair.
“You look so pretty like this, a mess. My perfect, filthy mess.” His words are a brand. The choking isn’t a violation; it’s a service. The tears aren’t distress; they’re proof of my loyalty to him.
He slows, not out of mercy, but to savor. He grinds himself against the back of my throat, letting me feel every inch of his thick length.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, the praise laced with contempt. “Taking it all like the desperate little slut you are.”
I moaned, vibrating around his cock causing him to take a sharp intake of breath.
A cruel smile touches his lips, “You like that don’t you? Being called a slut while you choke on my cock.”
He pulls almost all the way out, letting me drag in a shuddering, sob-tinged breath.
Then he slams back in, hilting himself. My body arches, a silent scream.
“Answer me.” He demands, voice echoing throughout the church.
I made a desperate, affirmative noise around him, tongue flattening against his shaft as his eyes squeezed shut for a beat.
He let out a low, guttural growl of satisfaction, torn from the deepest part of his throat.
He begins moving again, a relentless, piston-like rhythm. His control his fraying, I can hear it in the ragged edge of his breathing, feel it in the increasing urgency of his thrusts; he’s close. The realization sends a new, sharp thrill through my body.
He fists my hair tighter, angling my head back further to open my throat for his final conquest. “You’re going to take it all,” he growled, the command vibrating through my skull. “Every last drop, you’re going to swallow it like the good girl you are.”
His pace becomes erratic, his heavy, tattered breathing was the most beautiful symphony. He held me in place, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The sanctuary dissolves into sensation, nothing but the sound of wet slaps, gags, and his degrading praises.
He stills, buried to the root. A deep, guttural sound tears from his chest as I feel his hot, pulsing release at the back of my throat.
I swallowed it all, just as I was told. My throat working around him, taking every pulse, every salty-sweet drop.
He held there for a long moment, his body taut, his breath harsh in the quiet room. Then he slowly, carefully, pulls himself from my mouth.
I sagged forward, strings of saliva and his spend dripped down my chin. I coughed, my body wracked with tremors, my face a mess of tears and spit and him.
Henry looked down at me, a pleased smile on his lips, his breathing gradually slowing. He tucks himself back into his trousers with precise movement, his dark eyes roamed over my body, studying the ruin he’s made of me.
He crouches down in front of me. His thumb, gentle now, wipes a tear from my cheek, and cradles my face in his palm as I lean into his touch, his gaze never leaving mine.
“You’re perfect.” He says, tone much softer now. The word holds a universe of meaning I’m too dazed to understand in the moment.
He gently removes the rosary from my wrists. He tilts my chin up, my eyes meet in his, “You’ve proved your devotion to me darling, I think it’s time for your reward, are you ready?” I give him a reassuring nod as he helps me down from the podium, holding onto me until he’s sure my legs are steady.
“Good girl, because it’s time to be cleansed of your sins.” His raspy voice a dark promise.
He forcefully spins me around, my back against him; hands held behind my back as he ties the rosary around them again. Excitement reigniting my body as he gently pushes me forward, hips folding so I’m bent over the podium, my glistening core fully on display for him.
He groans at the sight; my heart hammered against my ribs with anticipation.
His hands settle on my hips, warm and large. He pulled me back, just an inch, aligning me. I felt the hard, thick press of him through his trousers against my wet heat.
“This is what you need, isn’t it?” He murmured against my ear, grinding his clothed shaft against me. The friction was exquisite torture. “To be filled. To be fucked until you forget your own name.”
“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back against him. “Yes, please Henry.”
One hand left my hip, I heard him rustle with his trousers, freeing his cock. I felt him, bare and hot, sliding through my slick folds. The broad head of his cock nudged at my entrance. He held himself there, not pushing, just resting, teasing. The promise of him was a sweet, unbearable agony.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice a dark scrape against my spine.
I was past words, past thought. A raw, animal sound tore from my throat. “Fuck me. Please Henry, please fuck me. I need you inside, I need your cock to fuck every sin out of me.”
He made a low sound of approval, then in one deep, relentless thrust he drove into me.
I let out a guttural scream, the fullness was a shock, a relief so profound my vision whited out. He was everywhere, stretching me, filling the emptiness that was only meant for him.
He didn’t move; he just stayed buried to the hilt letting me feel every inch of him. “So tight,” he groaned, hands tightening on my hips. “So fucking perfect, just for me.”
He began to move. Slow, deep pulls that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside me. Each withdrawal was a loss; each thrust was a homecoming. The rhythm was punishing, deliberate. He was building the pleasure again, brick by brick, from the ashes of my denied climax.
I met him, thrust for thrust, my body taking him greedily. The slap of skin, the wet sound of our joining, my ragged sobs—they were the only sounds in the room. One hand moved to grab a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, a groan tearing from my throat at the delicious pain as my walls tightened around him.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he said with labored breath. “Dripping for it, clenching around me like you’re trying to steal my come. Dirty little slut.” Each filthy word that left his mouth milked more slick from my aching core.
My whole world narrowed to the sensation of him—the thick invasion, the burning friction, the delicious building coil of pleasure deep in my core. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I was a vessel, overfilling, designed only to hold what he gave me.
He shifted his angle, driving deeper. The new pressure brushed the spot inside that made me see stars. A sharp cry of pleasure tore from my chest before I could cage it.
His hand left my hair and came down hard on my ass. The crack was loud, the sting immediate and bright. It radiated through me, merging with the pleasure until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Henry—” I moaned, raw and unfiltered, a way of thanking him.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my neck. “Good girl, take every inch. Show me how well you obey.”
He fucked into me harder, deeper, his control a terrifying, beautiful thing. I felt his muscle cord with the effort, heard the ragged edge in his breathing. He was holding back too, for me, for the game.
My orgasm gathered, a storm at the base of my spine. It built with every drive of his hips, every degrading, perfect word. It tightened; a wire pulled to a singing tension. I was right there, teetering.
Henry felt it. He stilled, buried deep and his hand slid around my hip, his fingers finding my clit. “No,” he ordered, voice like gravel, dark eyes piercing my soul. “Not yet. You hold it like the good, obedient little cock slut you are.” His thumb circled, a slow, torturous pressure. I sobbed, my body trembling violently, suspended on the edge.
“Please,” I whispered, the word breaking.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Henry.”
He began to move again, slow now, deliberate, each shallow thrust a fresh torment. One hand came to rest on my bound wrists, his thumb keeping its steady, maddening rhythm. “Ask properly.”
My voice was nearly inaudible. “Please Henry, may I come?”
He didn’t answer. He just fucked me, watching me unravel, his own breath coming in harsh pants. The silence stretched, filled only with the wet sounds of skin on skin.
Then he bent, his lips against my ear. “Come for me, Y/N.”
The word was a detonation, my world shattered into blinding, white-hot release. It ripped through me, wave after wave, my inner muscles clamping around him in frantic, helpless pulses. A raw, broken sound tore from my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize as my own.
His grip on my wrists tightened, “Who do you belong to?”
“You Henry.” I cried his name repeatedly, the climax I had been chasing this whole time engulfed me, an endless sea of bliss that I happily drowned in.
He followed, his rhythm fracturing into hard, final thrusts. A rough groan escaped him as he emptied inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he filled me to the brim with his spend. He held me there, pinned as the last tremors wracked us both.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of our labored breathing fogging the air. The lights from the candles blurred into streaks of gold.
Slowly, he withdrew. The loss was a sudden, shocking emptiness. Cool air on heated skin.
His hands smoothed over the marks on my hips from his bruising grip, caressing the red mark on my ass. A possessive, tender touch. He didn’t speak, he just rested his palm, heavy and warm on the small of my back.
I stayed bent over the podium, boneless, spent. The scent of sex and sweat and him filled the air; my submission laid between us, a finished, perfect thing.
He reaches down, untying my wrists, “You did so good darling. I knew you were made to take me, and only me.” His words still coated in dominance, but his tone softened, more tender, caring. “Are you alright, Y/N?”
I slowly regained composure, slowly standing up straight. “Better than alright.” I gave him a bliss-filled, reassuring smile. My balance was unsteady, and his hands never left my body, catching me as my legs nearly gave out.
“Easy, I’ve got you.” His lips brushed my shoulder, soothing his claiming marks he had left there.
I melted into him, my body going limp and heavy. The shaking didn’t stop, but it changed—a deep, cellular release instead of a frantic tremor. My face pressed into the hollow of his throat, breathing him in. Clean sweat, faint sandalwood, me.
“You need to rest darling. I’ll take care of you, come with me.” He said gently, taking my arm and lacing it through his, allowing me to lean on him for leverage.
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He guided me down to the basement of the church, leading me through a hallway until we reached a door.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my eyes taking in my surroundings.
“My home.” He said, opening the door. His arm still laced with mine; he gently pulled me inside.
“Wait…you live here?” I asked, surprised.
“I own this whole building. I inherited it when my father died. It’s not just a church, there’s a laundromat next door to the left, and a general store on the south side of the building. I figured I’d renovate the basement into a living space since I spend eighty-five percent of my time here anyway.” He explained.
His home felt like just that, a home. Lived in, cozy, inviting.
The walls were a dark paneling, covered in beautiful pieces of victorian art; hardwood floors blanketed in large persian silk rugs. A large brick fireplace sat in the middle of the far wall of the sunken living room. Rows of floor to ceiling bookshelves spanned across another wall, with accents of gothic furniture. A record player sat next to an armchair, one of the bookshelves completely filled with vinyls.
“Wow, your home is lovely Henry. I could get use to being here.” I was awestruck, the space fit his aesthetic to the T.
“I would like that very much.” He smiled warmly, and my chest swelled. “This way my darling.”
He led me into the large bathroom; it was like a dream. Gray marble walls and floors, a spacious walk-in shower that was the size of the entire bathroom in my apartment. My eyes zeroed in on the huge clawfoot bathtub that was calling my name.
As if he could read my mind, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and said, “How does a warm, relaxing bubble bath sound?”
“Like heaven,” I giggled, feeling him place a kiss on my shoulder.
He reached down and turned on the tap, testing the water with his palm, adjusting the temperature until it billowed warm, not hot. He added some lavender scented bubble soap, turning the massage jets on in the process.
He turned to me, eyes soft. “Let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.” He began undressing me, not hungrily like before; his gestures now much more tender, caressing my body as if I might break. As he peeled off my last article of clothing, he took a step back and raked his eyes over my body. Studying and admiring me like I was a piece of art, mesmerized.
“Wow, you are…so beautiful. Your skin is flawless; your body is impeccable. I think you might be an angel.” His kind words made me blush and my heart pounded in my chest.
He held out his hand and helped me into the tub. I sank down, letting the bubbles envelope me up to the neck. The warm water felt glorious against my sore muscles, the jets massaging my back in just the right place. I let out a content sigh, breathing in the relaxing lavender scent.
He knelt beside me, reaching for a bar of soap and lathering it into a soft washcloth.
He started at my neck, his touch gentle but thorough, washing away the evidence of his possession. He cleaned my shoulders, down my arms, paying attention to the inside of my wrists where the faintest impressions from the rosary still lingered.
His hands moved over my breasts, cupping, cleansing, his thumbs passing over my nipples in a caress that made me sigh and lean into him. This was worship. This was the other side of the coin.
I sat up so he could wash my back, sliding down my stomach, over the curve of my hips and down my thighs. He cleansed every mark, every place he’d touched, owned, devoured. When his fingers swept through the sensitive crevice between my legs, it was clinical and tender all at once, cleaning me, caring for me, acknowledging the pleasure we had shared.
My eyes scanned his face, his expression soft, calm, nurturing. I looked at him, really looked, admiring the compassion in his eyes, how he delicately handled my body with the utmost care like I was a porcelain doll.
I sank back down into the water as he rinsed the soap from my upper body. “Do you feel better darling?” He asked, cupping my face in both hands, his gaze holding mine.
“Yes Henry, thank you.” I breathed a grateful sigh, hypnotized by his stunning blue eyes.
“Good, because you’re mine, and I always take great care of what is mine.” His voice a soft growl that held the echo of the storm and the promise of the calm after.
He pulled the plug from the drain and helped me out of the tub. Using a soft, fluffy towel he carefully dried me off and handed me a shirt of his to wear. It was large on me, hanging down to my mid thigh.
“Come on darling, lets go to bed. I’m exhausted and I know you are too.” He grinned, placing a peck on my cheek.
He led me to his bedroom and pulled the duvet down, motioning me to crawl into bed. It was so soft, plush memory foam that swallowed my body as I relaxed into it. It smelled like him; sandalwood with a hint of vanilla and I let it consume me.
He undressed down to his boxers and I watched, finally able to really appreciate his sculpted body. He was stunning; washboard abs, a muscular back, toned legs, bulging biceps. I didn’t realize my mouth was hanging open until he spoke, “Enjoying the show, Y/N? I know I said I was tired but if you keep looking at me like that I might have to do something about it.” He laughed playfully and climbed into bed with me, draping the silk sheets over our bodies.
“I am in fact,” I giggled, blood rushing to my cheeks. “You’re gorgeous Henry, you make the statue of David look like a wimp.”
He didn’t respond. He just smiled, a genuine, toothy smile so big it reached his eyes and he pulled me into a soft, tender kiss. A kiss that held promise behind it, the kind of promise that said, ‘I’m never letting you go.’ I felt him smile into it as his tongue danced against mine, his hands gently brushing through my damp hair.
For a moment we just looked at each other, admiring the others beauty, grateful to be in each others presence.
He held me close, arms wrapping around my body as he spooned me. I felt so safe and warm in his arms, his legs entangled with mine. The only sound in the room was our collective, relaxed breathing as we drifted off into slumber.
Jamie getting emotional about that wonderful piece of fan art someone drew of older Henry hugging younger Henry and saying they’re safe now, I love him and how much he loves Henry wtf 🥹😭
Synopsis- you were utterly wasted at a party and found yourself waking up next to your best friend's boyfriend. In the days that follow the guilt consumes you. You have to get it off your chest, you have to tell someone, but you can’t face your friend yet, so you find yourself waiting your turn for a church confessional booth. Once inside you find yourself transfixed by the deep, sultry voice of Reverend Henry Creel on the other side. You can’t get his voice out of your head, and before you know it, you’re back at that same confessional booth, confessing your darkest desires.
a/ n- hiii I come to you today with a fic that is sure to cement my place in hell. I posted this tweet like a month ago that gave me the idea to write this so you have my horny subconscious to thank ☺️ This is going to have a part 2 because it’s waaay longer than I originally thought, maybe even a part 3, idk we’ll see how much I end up writing. Enjoy sinners 😈
Tags- priest!henry creel x fem!reader, dom!henry, sub!reader, masturbation, talking you through it, voice kink, light degradation, praise, some alcohol use (reader), nsfw, explicit sexual content, cliffhanger?
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I stood outside the doors of St. Mary’s catholic church pacing back and forth. Am I really about to do this? I have to, I don’t have another choice, I have to tell someone, the guilt was eating me alive. I didn’t mean for it to happen; I wasn’t even attracted to the guy it was just a drunken mistake. No matter how much I tried to convince myself though, I knew my friend would never be able to forgive me for such a betrayal.
I stepped forward and pushed the doors of the church open. What’s the worst that could happen, I was going to be talking to a stranger after all; and from what I’ve read about these confessionals you can’t even see the other person and they can’t see you. Its completely anonymous. I had to free myself from some of this guilt, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe it’s so intense.
As I walked into the sanctuary, I heard catholic hymns playing over the speakers, the musty scent of the ancient building filled my nostrils. Murals of biblical scenes painted across the vast ceiling of the church; the walls dotted with stained glass windows of crosses, a podium with hundreds of candles and a large statue of the virgin Mary holding a rosary stood at the back of the stage.
I have never been a religious person, but after doing something this bad I felt like I needed some grace.
I took a seat in one of the rows of pews waiting my turn for the confessional booth, my leg bouncing with nerves as I felt the judgmental glare of Mary looking down on me. I fiddled with my thumbs and looked up to see someone step out of the booth.
“Next,” the elderly clergy member said firmly, motioning me to go into the booth.
I nodded and hesitantly stepped into the booth, the door closing once I sat down on the bench.
It was dimly lit by a few candles, some light peaking through the thick mesh dividing me from the reverend on the other side.
I began by saying the one thing I know you’re supposed to say in these situations, “Bless me father, for I have sinned.” My voice came out shakier than I meant for it to, my nerves were wracking my mind.
I heard a breath, then a deep, accented husky voice spoke, “God loves you, my child. What is your penance?”
I froze. That was not the voice I was expecting. I thought I would be hearing a weak, atrophied voice like the man that ushered me into the booth but no; this voice sounded young, distinguished, articulate and kind of…hot.
I shook it off, recollecting my thoughts, remembering why I came here in the first place. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this, so I’m sorry if I don’t use the proper terms. But I have hurt someone close to me, accidentally, and the guilt is eating me alive, I need some guidance.”
He spoke again with a calm softness, “So you are new here? Well, all are welcome in the house of the Lord. My name is Father Creel. What guidance can I provide to you, my child? What sin have you committed?”
The way he spoke the words sent a shiver down my spine, “To be blunt, I got really drunk and slept with my best friend's boyfriend. I feel so overwhelmed with guilt that I came here just so I could tell someone and get it off my chest.” I had to admit, finally saying it aloud to someone released some of the weight.
I heard him shuffle on the other side, shifting his position. He took another breath, “I must say, that is not one that I hear every day,” he snickered, “for your penance I ask you to talk to your friend, tell her the truth. Apologize and let her know it was never your intention to hurt her. But take heed, as the outcome may not be what you hope for, that is one of life’s many trials. Our actions have consequences.”
His deep voice had put me in a trance; I heard the things that mattered, but the sultry sound of his accent had other things going through my mind now, thoughts I shouldn’t be having in a holy place like this. The more I heard him speak, the more dampness I felt in my panties.
I took some deep breaths, trying to focus on anything but the way his rumbling voice traveled through by body, striking all the right chords. My hands began to wander instinctively down to my waistband, needing to relieve some of the pressure, but I stopped myself.
I bet he loves to talk you through it, my subconscious intruded; a small whimper escaped my throat at the image, and I immediately slapped a hand over my mouth.
I looked over to the mesh, mortified. I could see the movement of his silhouette on the other side as he stood up, he looked tall, broad shouldered, lifting his hand to rest on his chin. “Are there any other sins you wish to confess today my child?” He rasped, seeming as if he was trying to sound enticing.
Oh, there’s a lot more, my subconscious taunted. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “No, Father, that is all. I’ll be sure to keep your advice in mind.” My voice still shaky, my leg still bouncing, my core building with more heat at each word that left his mouth.
“Then may God pardon you; I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father, the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Go in peace.” He said, returning to his seat.
“Thank you, Father Creel.” I started to get up to leave, but he spoke again softly, leaning closer to the mesh.
“Please return if you have any more sins to confess.” He said with a hint of risqué implication behind the words.
I swallowed and looked back at the mesh, “I will.”
I will?
I made my way to the exit, taking one more look at the booth wondering what the man behind the voice could look like, what sins he might have to confess.
I got home and ran to my bedroom to take care of the aching problem between my legs. I grabbed my vibrator from the bedside drawer and placed it against my swollen core. I closed my eyes and allowed his voice to cloud my mind, imagining him whispering naughty things in my ear. It didn’t take long for me to come apart after imagining him calling me a dirty sinner and making me beg him for forgiveness in that deep, gravelly voice.
I arched my back and cried out, making a mess on my bed sheets.
I laid there for a moment catching my breath, realizing just how much of a sinner I really am.
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Two days had passed; I was walking through the park, deep in thought about what just occurred. I took Father Creel’s advice and talked to my friend.
The conversation didn’t go great, but it wasn’t bad either.
She cried, she was hurt, she told me she couldn’t look at me, and I understood why. I told her her reaction was justified and I would understand if she never wanted to speak to me again.
She didn’t agree to that, she just said she needed time, space. Her main concern was dealing with her boyfriend, soon to be ex boyfriend I would assume.
I told her I understand and to take all the time she needs. When she’s ready to talk again, I’ll be here. I told her I was sorry and that I loved her. I told her I wish I could take it back, but Father Creel’s words played over again in my mind; our actions have consequences.
She told me to take care of myself and walked away, heartbroken, tears staining her cheeks.
My heart was broken too, but it’s what I deserved for being a horrible friend.
Telling her was the right thing to do though, the weight of guilt had been lifted from my chest only to be replaced by a weight of grief. Grief of losing my best friend, and I had no one to blame but myself. She said it was just temporary, but the look on her face said otherwise. I knew she’d never be able to forgive me and I couldn’t blame her. I knew deep down that was the last conversation I will ever have with her, but again, I deserved it.
I broke out of my thoughts for a moment to take in my surroundings, I was in front of St. Mary’s again.
I didn’t know why I was here; I haven’t done anything else worth confessing; well, aside from my sinful little escapade the other night.
I just needed someone to talk to, and all I could hear was his voice in my head.
I headed towards the door but the sign on it caught my attention. Confessional booth closed on Fridays. Appointment only on Saturdays. Walk-in Sunday-Thursday.
Dammit, today was Friday. I immediately called the phone number on the sign, an elderly woman answered, “St. Mary’s catholic church, are you calling to book an appointment with the reverend?”
“Yes please, whatever is available for tomorrow I’ll take it.” I said quickly, irritated that I had to wait another day.
“Well, you’re in luck ma’am, the reverend has one more opening tomorrow, it’s his last one at 9pm, does that work for you?” She spoke slowly.
“That’s fine.” I said sharply, annoyed it was taking her an entire week to speak a sentence.
“Alright dear, can I have your name please?”
“Y/N.” I rolled my eyes and huffed.
“Thank you, I’ve got you down for 9pm tomorrow with the reverend. God bless you.”
“Thanks.” I said, shoving my phone into my pocket and heading toward the bar that I frequented.
The bartender handed me my favorite drink, I downed it. Then another, then another, then I started feeling it. Only it felt different this time, bad different.
I knew I had too much, so I cut myself off and stumbled back to my apartment which was only a block away.
I tripped over my own feet as I stepped through the doorway of my bedroom, tumbling down onto my bed. I just stared at the ceiling, the voices in my head began ridiculing me.
Flashes of my friend’s reaction replayed in my mind, the betrayed look on her face tortured my conscience. Hearing the hurt in her voice amped up to one hundred made the grief of losing her sting that much more. I stared at the ceiling in a drunken daze, my friends' words playing on repeat in my head, taunting me.
“Go to hell!”
“How could you do this to me?”
“I thought you were my friend!”
I felt like I was drowning, gasping for air trying to silence the voices as I began to cry.
I can’t drink anymore, not if this is going to happen every time.
This substance cost me a dear friend, I think it’s right to swear off the use of it for the rest of my life.
I sat up on my bed collecting myself, taking deep breaths. Starting tomorrow I’m going sober and I felt content with that decision.
The events playing in my mind finally silenced, allowing me to finally pass out after an emotional day.
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I allowed myself to sleep in late after the long day I had yesterday. I got up and quickly made coffee, needing to cure this hangover before I got a pounding headache.
I decided to go for another walk in the park, hoping some fresh air will help clear my mind.
I found myself once again outside St. Mary’s, my appointment still a few hours away I decided to sit on the park bench across the street from the church.
I sat there for a while breathing in the crisp autumn air; my eyes closed as I meditated, trying to center myself.
The sound of the church door opening broke me out of it. I opened my eyes and saw a blonde man in robes step outside; by the way he was dressed I instantly wondered if that was the reverend. I couldn’t make out his face, but I was going to stay put as I didn’t want him noticing me. I pulled a book out of my bag trying to look nonchalant.
He made his way to the side of the building, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one followed him. I peered over the top of my book, watching him closely as he reached into his pocket and pulled out…a cigarette?
I chuckled to myself at the sight of a priest smoking a cigarette, that’s not very pious, I thought.
I could hear his phone ring from across the street; he pulled it out and answered but he was too far away for me to hear his voice.
I sat there pretending to read, then I heard him shout, “That’s none of your fucking business!” His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t be sure. He ended the call and angrily kicked a wood pallet that sat in the alleyway. “Fucking dickhead,” he shouted again, then he saw me.
I quickly looked back down at my book, hoping he didn’t notice I had been trying to listen.
I could feel his eyes boring into me from several yards away, I refused to look up trying my best to keep up the ruse.
He threw his cigarette down and put it out with his boot, then stormed back inside the church.
Once I knew the coast was clear I got up and made my way to the bistro down the road to grab dinner before my appointment.
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I finished my meal and started back toward the church. I stopped at the door, remembering the urges that took over me the last time I was here. I had been so turned on by his voice that I went home and got off to the image of him talking me through it. And here I was about to hear that same voice again. Should I go through with this? I didn’t know how I was going to be able keep my composure, but my body moved before my mind could catch up and I went inside.
I stepped up to the small desk in the entryway and checked in with the elderly woman sitting there. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I have a nine o’clock appointment with Father Creel.” Just saying his name made my throat tighten.
“Yes dear he is expecting you, go on in.” She said, her frail hands motioning me toward the sanctuary doors.
He’s…expecting me?
I took a deep breath and stepped through the doors; it smelled dusty, the dark room dimly lit by the candles around the perimeter. I froze when I saw the confessional booth.
No one else was in here, unlike the other day when there was a clergyman and rows of people waiting their turn; it was just me and him.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped into the booth.
I sat down in the small candle lit room; I felt his presence on the other side of the mesh and the faint smell of…cigarettes.
“Greetings, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with this evening.” He spoke clearly, as if reading from a script. That deep voice reigniting the thirst inside of me.
“Y/N, I was here a few days ago. I’m the one that slept with my friend's boyfriend.” I said hesitantly, still wincing at the fresh wound.
A beat of silence, “Ah yes, I was hoping to hear from you again.” He spoke with satisfaction, as if he were pleased I had come back.
“Y-You were?” I said taken aback slightly by his small confession.
“Indeed my darling, you are certainly an…unusual case. One that intrigues me.” His voice was controlled, but still deep and soothing.
I blinked; bewilderment painted across my face. I crossed one leg over the other trying not to read too much into his words.
“Yes, well, I told her the truth, and it blew up in my face. She was very hurt, expectedly. I don’t think she’ll ever speak to me again but it’s what I deserve.” My voice cracked and I blinked away the tears that threatened to fall.
“I see. And how did you feel after confessing to your friend?” He said, his voice vibrated through my chest and I tried to shrug it off.
“Like shit. I went out and got wasted and had a panic attack, but it dawned on me that giving up alcohol will be my best option at this point. So, starting today I’m sober, never touching the stuff again.” I picked at my nails, my nerves getting the better of me as I heard him shuffle on the other side.
“So, is that why you have come? To be cleansed of the poison that created this act of betrayal?”
“I guess, I don’t know why I’m here to be honest. I just needed someone to talk to.” I said honestly.
“I am sorry to hear things didn’t turn out the way you wanted with your friend, but as I said, our actions have consequences.” It sounded as if he was taunting me.
“Yeah, your voice has been playing on repeat in my head for the past few days.” My eyes widened, realizing that my words didn’t come out how I had intended. I quickly corrected myself, “th-the part about our actions having consequences…nothing else.” I stuttered and mentally smacked myself feeling my heartbeat quicken.
He let out a low chuckle, “Right. Well, I have been told my voice is quite soothing.”
I felt my chest tighten at his words, his voice was like butter lubing up my mind so that all other thoughts ceased and all that was left was him.
“Y-Yes, it is…relaxing.” I could feel the heat returning to my core.
His tone seemed to change, no longer the composed priest façade, instead becoming more laid back and casual, maybe even a little…suggestive.
“Is there…anything else you wish to confess Y/N? Any other sins you’ve committed?” He sounded closer, and hearing my name leave his lips in a deep rasp made me light-headed. I was beginning to lose control of my desires; I could feel the slick heat between my legs pulsing in time with my frantic heartbeat.
I straightened in my seat, crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs together.
My mind went back to the other night when I made myself come to the thought of his voice.
I took a deep breath; my voice shaky, “N-No, Father Creel.”
“Y/N are you telling me the truth? It wouldn’t be very wise to lie in church.” He said arrogantly. “I saw you outside, pretending to read your book. I knew you were watching me; you aren’t as discreet as you think.”
“I-I was just surprised to see a priest smoking a cigarette, that’s all.” My labored breathing was a dead give away that I was lying my ass off.
“Maybe so, but I think you liked what you saw. Someone who is supposed to be good and pure, but behind the curtain I’m something much darker sweetheart.” My breath caught in my throat.
He knows he’s having an effect on me, and he’s enjoying it. “Now tell me what is making you so hot and bothered that you can’t even sit still over there darling.” He demanded in a low growl.
I knew deep down whether I liked it or not, he was going to get me to confess.
“I can’t, it’s…it’s nothing. Just something stupid I did the other night.” I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, feeling the moisture in my panties grow with each word that left his mouth.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave until you’ve confessed all of your sins.” His voice dropped to a dangerously low octave, and I suddenly felt glued to my seat.
“What is said here stays between you and me, that is the whole point of the seal of confession. I took an oath to never repeat the things that are shared with me.” He assured me, but I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
I swallowed hard, the pressure in my chest becoming unbearable, my mind swarming with thoughts of desire.
I took another deep breath, trying my hardest to conceal my nerves. “I…I committed an act of lust. Not one born of alcohol like before, just one born out of my sexual fantasies.”
He leaned against the mesh dividing us, “Tell me about this sexual fantasy. Who is it you desire?” I could feel the vibration of his knowing tone shoot exhilarating waves of pleasure through my entire body.
He wasn’t going to give up; I knew the only thing I could do was come clean and stop dancing around the subject. His low, growling demands were only turning me on more.
“The night of my first confession I heard your voice everywhere. I went home and…touched myself, I made myself come thinking about…you. Your voice, it put me in a trance; the low, sultry rasp of your accent and how you said certain words. All I thought about was you, talking me through it until I was pushed over the edge.” It felt like a weight had been lifted; on the other side he was silent for a few excruciatingly long moments.
“Are you having these same thoughts now, Y/N? Thinking about me making you come with just my words?” I could hear the smug grin behind his words, and I nearly melted hearing those filthy words on his tongue. I saw his silhouette turn to face me, arms crossed. Though I couldn’t see him I could feel his dark gaze like a physical weight.
I gave in, letting my horny subconscious take control. “Y-Yes Father Creel, I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s taking everything in me not to surrender and touch myself right here. I’m so wet for you it’s seeped through onto the chair.” I felt mortified, waiting for him to berate me, call me a disgusting harlot that will perish in hell for my sins.
But he didn’t.
“Is that so? My voice has that much of an effect on you that you’re losing control of your desires in this very booth. How alluring.” He taunted, his voice dripping with seduction.
“Yes, I’m so hot for you I can’t control my urges, I need to touch myself.” I was nearly panting; my body pulsed with so much need I thought I might implode.
“Is that what you want Y/N? To play with your wet little cunt while I give you instruction?” His words rumbled through me, dominance coating each syllable.
“Yes, so badly Father Creel, please.” My body was trembling with want, my mind swarming with arousal.
He let out a low maniacal laugh, triumphant in the knowledge that he had me wrapped around his finger.
“Then do it darling, touch yourself, and do exactly what I tell you.” He growled, purposefully making his voice deeper. He stepped as close to the dividing mesh as he could, his shadow swallowing me completely.
“Now, slide your fingers through that hungry, needy little pussy for me sweetheart.” His words traveled straight to my aching core causing a fresh load of slick to drip out of me.
I quickly shoved my fingers under my waistband, moaning at the feeling of the released pressure. I worked myself with fervor as he continued to speak in a sensually slow, husky manner.
“Fuck Y/N, I can hear how wet you are. I bet you’ve been dripping with need since you stepped foot in here, haven’t you?”
I moaned.
“Answer me.” He ordered, raising his voice with dominance.
“Y-Yes Father Creel, i’ve been soaking wet for you this whole time; so horny just for you.” I said through ragged breaths, the sound of my wet heat echoing through the small space.
He snickered condescendingly, “Pathetic. You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you? So desperate for me to make you come with my words you can’t hold yourself together for five minutes.” His degrading words only egged me on, rubbing my clit faster and letting whines fall from my mouth.
“I can hear you increasing your pace, making a proper mess of yourself. You like being called a slut? You like being degraded? Naughty, naughty girl. I don’t recall giving you permission to go faster.” He rolled his sleeves up, bringing a hand up to rest on his chin.
I instantly slowed, teasing my clit with achingly slow strokes.
“Look at you, dirty little thing. Touching yourself in a holy place like this, giving me complete control of your needy little cunt, so desperate for me to tell you what to do.” He tutted with seductive authority, finding pleasure in making me fall apart with just his words.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I will obey all your commands. Just keep talking to me like that, please.” I was a moaning mess, falling apart at the degrading obscenities coming from his intoxicating mouth.
“Good girl, as a reward for being an obedient little slut you can go faster. Now, undress from the waist down, I want to hear you fuck yourself with your vile little fingers.”
I kicked my pants off, spreading my legs open to give myself the most pleasure possible. I slid a finger inside, pumping in and out quickly while rubbing my sensitive nub quicker. With every word of his filthy, precise instructions my body arched further off the seat. I felt my stomach coil, my climax approaching.
“Father Creel, I’m so close.” I moaned with need.
“It’s Henry. If you’re going to be my slut, you’re going to call me by my first name. My little slut needs to know who she belongs to, the name of the only voice that can make her into a mess like this.” He barked his demands, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Yes Henry, I’m your slut…feels so good, I’m going to come.” I whined through labored breath.
“Good girl, I like hearing my name on those sinful lips of yours. If you want to be a good little slut, you’re not going to come until I say you can. Understood?”
“Fuck, yes Henry.” I choked out.
“I want you to curl your fingers darling, hit that spot that really makes you scream, and I want to hear it.”
I obeyed, curling my fingers to hit my sweet spot. The low rasp of his accent went straight to my core, and I tightened around my fingers, screaming his name so it echoed throughout the church.
“Mhm that’s what I like to hear, good girl. I can hear the mess your making, so wet and worked up just for me.” His voice was rough like gravel, vibrating up and down my spine.
“Are you imagining your fingers are my cock baby? Imagining me pounding into you, punishing you for your sins? I assure you darling; your dainty little fingers are nothing compared to my cock. I would split you open and make you beg for forgiveness.” He painted the picture so vivid in my mind; I yearned for him to discipline me.
“Yes Henry, want your cock so bad. I’m your needy little slut, please let me come, i’ve been a good girl for you.” I cried out, the knot in my stomach begging for release.
“I could let you come. Or I could leave you on the edge, make you wait until I can fuck you properly; make you come properly.” He laughed teasingly.
“Beg for it, you desperate little thing.” His voice a raspy knife peeling back my pride.
“Please Henry.” I whimpered, the word torn from my throat as my hips bucked uselessly toward my own hand.
“Louder. Let me hear how badly you need my permission to come.” His words a low commanding decree.
“Please Henry, please let me come. I need your words to make a mess of me; I need you to make me come. I’m so needy for you; I need you to dominate me and push me over the edge.” I cried out with raw, unfiltered need.
“Mmm, you’ve been a good girl obeying me so well. You can come for me darling, but it better be my name on your lips. Only I can make you come undone like this, without even touching you, my naughty girl.”
I instantly came undone, bliss washing over me as I cried out his name multiple times making a mess in the booth.
I sat there for a moment catching my breath, feeling satisfied that my dark fantasy came true. I wanted more, needed more. I needed to see what he looked like up close. “Can I see you Henry, please?”
“Not tonight darling. Come back tomorrow night and I’ll show you what I can do with more than just my voice. I’ll give you what you want, what your needy little body so desperately craves. Just remember Y/N, you’re my little slut, and I’m going to claim what is mine.” He promised.
“Yes Henry, I will.” His possessive dominance stirred something in me that made me yearn for him even more.
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The next day I decided to go to the library to try and occupy my mind with books as I eagerly awaited what Henry had in store for me later on.
His sinful words were still fresh in my mind as I flipped through the pages of a thriller novel I picked up.
Dirty little thing.
Needy little slut.
Good girl.
I couldn’t escape him, he was utterly consuming me, and I was doing absolutely nothing to fight it. I didn’t want to fight it.
I wanted to be a good submissive little slut for him; I wanted him to make me beg for it. I wanted him to dominate me and milk me for all that I’m worth.
He was my new addiction; a primal, intoxicating drug that I craved at every waking moment, eager to please and obey him.
I was broken out of my thoughts by the bell on the door ringing as someone entered the quiet library.
I looked up to see a familiar tall, blonde man making his way to the dark fantasy section of books.
It’s him, I thought to myself. It has to be him; he looked exactly like the man I saw outside the church yesterday. It had to be Henry.
I held the book over my face to ensure he didn’t see me, following him with my eyes ever so slightly peaking over the top of the book.
He was dressed differently, a stark contrast to the church robes he wore the day before.
He wore a long black trench coat with black punk style boots and rings that dotted his fingers. His blonde hair was tied back into a small ponytail and a pair of glasses rested on his face; and his face…it had been sculpted by God himself. High cheekbones, a prominent nose, and crystal blue eyes. His jawline was so sharp he could carve his name into me with it; and he had the most plump, kissable lips i’ve ever seen.
He was beautiful.
Though I haven’t actually seen Henry before, every fiber of my being was telling me it was him. The way my body perked up the moment I saw him as if it was responding to his presence, like how a dog reacts when it sees its owner.
I would gladly let him own me, my subconscious interjected.
His brow furrowed as he studied the book he read, pouting his lips at certain times as he deciphered the words on the page.
He must have felt my eyes on him because he pulled his attention away from the book and looked in my direction, locking eyes with me for a brief moment.
I quickly averted my gaze, trying to play it off like I hadn’t been staring at him for what felt like hours, but he was much too cognizant.
He adjusted in his chair, and I felt as if my eyes were forced to look back at him. He scanned my face, then down my body, then back up to meet my eyes. A smug, knowing grin spread across his face and he winked at me, licking his lips in the process.
Did he know who I was? Or did he think I was just some random girl checking him out in the library?
All I knew was my body responded to his advances, feeling the familiar tingle in my core.
I felt my heart leap into my throat when he got up and started walking in my direction. I casually looked back to my book that I didn’t even know the plot of as he walked past me.
I let out a sigh of relief, but it immediately caught in my throat when I felt a presence behind me. A scent of spicy sandalwood and a hint of cigarettes flooded my nostrils; goosebumps raised on my neck when I felt his breath ghost across it.
“Enjoying the view, darling?” His deep, hypnotizing voice confirmed my suspicions, and I felt my heartbeat quicken at his lips so close to my ear.
He growled in a low hum, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice you squirming in your seat from across the room? I could practically sense your body ignite with need when I walked by you.” He ever so lightly grazed his lip over the top of my ear and my entire body flooded with arousal.
“Mmm, I love having you in the palm of my hand like this. So needy, my good little slut.” He whispered, slowly dragging his fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair, gripping lightly as sparks shot straight to my aching center. “See you tonight, darling. I hope you’re ready for me.” I felt his touch slip away and I was speechless.
I was so ready, I would let him take me out back in the alley if that’s what he wanted.
He left me a soaking mess in that chair, and I was counting the minutes until my body was his, succumbing to whatever he wanted to do with me.
Synopsis- Henry Creel is a virgin, he’s an introvert, and doesn’t know the first thing about pleasuring a woman; but he has always had a bit of a crush on you. You however, are quite experienced in the sex department and have had your share of one-night stands. You’ve never looked at Henry as more than the nerdy guy that always spends his time with his nose in a scholarly book, he was just another guy in your anatomy course. When the two of you get paired up to make a presentation on the female reproductive system Henry is utterly clueless, so you decide to teach him about it in your own way.
a/n- I have always loved the idea of a submissive virgin man learning the ins and outs of sex from an experienced woman, I read a fic years ago (we’re talking back in the one direction days of fanfiction) with this trope and it has always stuck with me and I thought what better character to use for it than Henry Creel. As always mdni, mind the tags and enjoy sinners 😈 word count 6.2k
Tags- virgin!henry, sexpert!reader, sub!henry, dom-ish!reader, au, smut with a bit of plot, characters are in their mid twenties, fem!reader, explicit sexual content, nsfw, consensual, breast play, cunnilingus, teasing, fingering, a bit of a handjob, blowjob, p in v sex, riding, some use of pet names, praising, orgasm
I sat in the anatomy lecture hall barley listening to the professor's lesson on sexually transmitted diseases, for the past week we have been discussing sex, pregnancy, and the like and I was getting bored. I have had plenty of sex and I know how to stay safe, i’ve aced every test on it so far. Most of the time i’m just counting down the minutes so I can get out of there and have a smoke.
As the professor rambled on about the lesson, I noticed the boy next to me writing notes quickly, trying to make sure he got everything down she was saying. He looked stressed, and I noticed he would stop to remove his glasses and massage his temples. I think his name is Henry and he would sit next to me everyday, always greeting me with a kind smile, but he wouldn’t say much else the rest of class, his attention being on what the professor was saying, though occasionally I would catch his eyes wandering over to me.
“This week you will be making a presentation on one of the two reproductive systems.” The professor said, passing packets around to assign who will be presenting which system. “Your partner will be the person next to you; it will be due on Friday. Class dismissed.”
Henry seemed to tense up when the professor said we would be partners, looking over to me then quickly averting his eyes when I looked back. He was looking through the packet, a mortified look spread across his face realizing that we got the female reproductive system.
“Uh, c-can we meet up tomorrow to start working? I’m a little nervous, i’m very i-inexperienced in this area of study and I want to get a good grade.” He stuttered, pushing his glasses into place.
“Well good thing you’re paired with me, i’m an expert on this stuff don’t worry.” I said getting up to leave class, giving him a pat on the shoulder. “We can meet in the library tomorrow to get started. Does 4 o’clock work for you?”
“Y-Yeah, sounds good, see you then.” He blushed, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t worry Henry, we’re going to do great.” I smiled back at him, handing him a piece of paper with my phone number written down on it. Upon reading it I noticed his cheeks get even more red.
“Just in case anything changes shoot me a text.” I took a lingering glance at him, noticing the pretty color of blue his eyes were, they were so beautiful I felt like I could drown in them. “Okay, see ya.” I realized I was staring and quickly turned to head home.
As I sat on the couch eating dinner, my mind wandered to Henry. He seemed like he was always focused on his course work, every time I saw him, he had his nose in a textbook or reading a scholarly article. Does he even know how to have fun? He dressed very studiously, usually wearing slacks and a button-down shirt with his hair pushed back and those geeky glasses always resting on his face.
Part of me wandered what he looked like underneath all that, behind the glasses his eyes were that beautiful shade of sky blue. I thought about messing up his blonde hair, how it would look hanging in his face. I thought about how he would look with his shirt unbuttoned, what he might be hiding underneath. I thought about how his plump lips pursed together when he was concentrating and how they might feel on my skin. I thought about his long fingers wrapped around his pen and wondered how they might feel inside—
I realized how deeply I was thinking about him when I felt how hard I was biting my lip. Woah, where did that come from? I snapped out of my daydream about him, shifting my thoughts back to the show I was watching, though my subconscious kept flickering back to him.
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I sat at a table in the back of the library waiting for Henry. He stumbled through the doorway with a pile of books in his hands, nearly tripping as he made his way over to me.
“What’s all this?” I asked, confused as to why he just brought half the library to the table.
“Books on female anatomy, I told you I have very little knowledge of it.” He said sounding unsure.
That made me giggle. “Henry, we don’t need all this. I could do this project with my eyes closed; I am a woman after all, I know how my body works.”
“I-I know that I just didn’t want you to feel like you were doing all the work, and I want to learn about it, i’m curious.” He adjusted his glasses, sitting down next to me.
“What do you mean you’re curious? Not to pry but, are you gay?” What else could explain his lack of knowledge on this subject?
His eyes widened in panic. “No! N-No i’m very much attracted to girls but…I don’t…know a lot about their bodies.” He trailed off looking down in uncertainty, almost ashamed to meet my gaze.
My brow furrowed, I felt puzzled. Okay so he likes girls, but he’s also a man in his mid twenties and porn is all over the internet, surely, he knows something. I shrugged it off and decided not to dwell on it.
“Okay, I was just asking,” I laughed and continued, “let’s get to work then.” I pulled out the packet, and the first page showed a diagram of the vagina with each part labeled. Henry’s face immediately turned a bright shade of pink, swallowing hard.
“Um, sorry if this is a stupid question but, what is that for?” He pointed to the clitoris on the diagram. A look of bewilderment spread across my face, is he serious?
“Henry, you don’t know what a clitoris is?” I tried not to sound demeaning; I looked at him trying to read his expression, still refusing to look me in the eyes.
“No, I-I don’t, does it have something to do with birth?” He pushed his glasses into place and ran a hand through his hair. I could tell he felt embarrassed.
Oh my god.
"Henry, the clitoris is the main source of pleasure on a woman, its the most sensitive part of their whole body." I explained slowly, he nodded taking in my words.
It dawned on me that Henry was not exaggerating when he said he was inexperienced.
“Look at me Henry,” I said softly, leaning toward him slightly, “Can I ask you a bit of a personal question? I promise not to judge you.” I said, my tone gentle.
He lifted his head and locked eyes with me, a nervous look on his face. His leg was bouncing so much it shook the table. “Yes, of course.”
I put my hand on his, trying to ease his nerves and spoke softly, “Are you a virgin?”
He instantly looked down and took a deep breath, removing his glasses to rub his temples. After about a minute he returned his gaze to me, giving me an even better view of his pretty eyes.
He seemed unsure of how to respond. “You can be honest; I won’t make fun of you I promise.” I assured him, giving him a small smile.
“Y-Yes, I am a virgin.” His voice was shaky and he swallowed hard, “I know very little about sex and pleasure, I was very sheltered growing up. The only porn i’ve consumed has been a few erotic novels, but not enough to give me the knowledge I should have at my age.”
I was shocked, I didn’t take Henry as the type to be sleeping with a different girl every weekend, but to have never been with anyone, not even a one-night stand just to get it over with? Not to mention I have never met a man that has never watched porn, that was a first. Does that mean he’s never jerked off? Has he ever had an orgasm? I had so many questions, but I didn’t want to overwhelm him, instead I opted to reassure him.
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t lose my virginity until after high school. Guys didn’t even acknowledge my existence back then; the popular girls always told me the guys would avoid me because I was so ugly I hurt their eyes.” I laughed recalling their ridiculous words. “When I did lose my virginity, it was terrible. I didn’t even orgasm and he came in about five minutes, then left me hanging. I was in pain the whole time and he didn’t even ask me if I was okay.”
His body relaxed slightly, still looking a bit flustered, embarrassment still evident on his face, I had to make sure he knew he was safe with me.
“Henry my point is, there is nothing wrong with being a virgin, some people just prefer to wait until they find the right partner and honestly, I admire that. I wish more men were like you. I actually think it’s kind of…sweet.” My hand still rested on his, giving him a light squeeze to let him know it’s okay.
I felt him release the breath he’d been holding in, his expression relaxed and I flashed him a sweet grin.
He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and a smile, “Thank you for being so understanding. It’s something i’ve been insecure about for a long time, I never thought you would be the person I trusted with this.” He moved his hand to intertwine his fingers with mine, his eyes looking into me with admiration. My body fluttered at the feeling of his hand in mine, the warmth of our palms pressed together felt…right.
He leaned closer to me and continued, “and for the record, I disagree with those girls. I think you’re beautiful. I would have never treated you the way that guy did. You deserve a lot better than that, you deserve to be worshipped.” He blushed but spoke confidently. I felt my cheeks heat up at his words; we held each others’ gaze for a few minutes as if having a silent conversation with our eyes.
I could tell Henry’s mind was somewhere else and he wouldn’t be able to focus on the project right now. Hell, my mind was somewhere else, my focus fully on the sweet man in front of me, his kind words replaying in my head like a symphony.
Suddenly I got an idea.
Henry needs someone who is patient, someone who won’t run away, someone he can trust and feel safe with. We might not be best friends but i’ve felt a connection with him since he first sat down next to me in class, as if we’ve known each other for years, and I know he feels it too, especially after sharing his secret with me. I could read the softness in his eyes when he looks at me, I’m the only person he talks to, i’m the only person who is willing to listen to him. I was going to help him, and I know just how to do it.
“Hey, how about we work on the project later, there’s too many distractions here. Tell you what, tomorrow you can come to my apartment where it’s private, away from prying eyes and ears. You can ask all the questions you want, and I will gladly share my knowledge with you.” I gave him a suggestive look, but I don’t think he read it fully.
“Yeah, okay. I think I would feel more comfortable. I don’t like the idea of other people being able to hear about my inexperience. You’re the only person that I want knowing about this.” He agreed, checking our surroundings to see if anyone was within hearing distance. He began gathering his books, but I stopped him.
“Leave the books, you won’t need them.” I winked at him and his cheeks turned red again. “Be there at six, I’ll text you my address.” I made my way out of the library, grabbing a cigarette out of my bag and began mentally planning how I was going to ‘teach’ Henry about sex.
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I heard a knock at my door, opening it to find a smiling Henry on the other side. He was about to say something but stopped himself, his eyes scanning up and down my body.
I wasn’t dressed up; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I wore an oversized sweater and gym shorts that peaked out from under my sweater. My hair was down, not styled like it usually is, and I had no makeup aside from mascara and tinted lip balm.
“Hi Y/N, w-wow i’m sorry for staring y-you just look…really pretty like this. N-Not that you don’t always look pretty because you do, but i’ve just never seen you with such relaxed, natural beauty.” He tripped over his words, his cheeks bright red. I found it so endearing I could do nothing but smile so big my cheeks started to hurt.
“Thank you, Henry, that is really sweet. Come on in.” I stepped aside as he brushed past me, a scent of mint and musk filled my nostrils.
I looked down noticing a bouquet of lilies in his hand, “Are those for me?” Lilies are my favorite flower, how did he know?
“Yes, I saw them and they made me think of you, I thought you might like them.” He blushed handing them to me, our hands brushed and it sent sparks through my body.
I brought them to my nose, inhaling their lovely smell, “I love them Henry, they’re beautiful thank you. Lilies are my favorite; did I mention that?”
He flashed me a toothy smile, “No, I just had a hunch.”
I went to the kitchen to place the flowers in a vase, setting them on my coffee table to help brighten up the room.
“Thank you for inviting me here, I know you said not to bring any books, but I saw this one on my way here and thought it’d be useful.” He sat down on the couch next to me and pulled the book out of his bag handing it to me.
Once I saw what it was, I couldn’t help but laugh. “The Feminine Mystique? Henry, this book is about feminism and female empowerment, not female anatomy.” He was so clueless, but I found it extremely cute.
“Oh, I just assumed by the title it had to do with women’s bodies. I guess I should have read the synopsis.” He laughed and it was a lovely sound, his smile brighter than the sun.
“You’re so cute.” I giggled placing my hand on his chest, he blushed and his body tensed up instantly upon contact.
He placed his hand on mine, “I wish I had met you sooner, you’re so easy to talk to and you accept me. Thank you.”
I leaned closer to him, his breath hitched. I looked at his lips for a beat then up to meet his eyes. I leaned in to whisper in his ear, my breath on his neck caused goosebumps to appear and he tensed even more.
“Henry, I’m glad you feel that way because, if it’s okay with you,” I paused and pushed him back against the couch, eyeing him like a lioness about to pounce, “I would like to show you how to please a woman; how to please me.” I said seductively moving to straddle him, my thighs on either side of his waist. I took his hands in mine and placed them on my hips; his eyes widened in disbelief as if he thought he might be dreaming.
He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening the slightest bit allowing me to see the hunger behind them. “I-I think I would like that, a lot. I really want to make you feel good, you’re so breathtakingly gorgeous.” His voice dropped an octave, and it sounded incredibly sexy.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, closing the gap between our bodies. “Good, because i’m going to show you exactly what I like, and something’s you might like too.” I purred into his ear.
I started kissing his neck and running my hands through his hair, feeling him harden instantly, poor baby was touch starved.
“Oh, th-that’s…nice.” He let sinful little moans escape his lips as I sucked a hickey onto his neck and ground my hips into his growing bulge.
I noticed he wasn’t doing anything with his hands. “Henry, I’d like to feel your hands on me. Go ahead and explore my body, touch me anywhere you’d like.” I whispered sucking on his earlobe.
“S-Sorry, that just feels…really…good.” He was experiencing euphoria for the first time, and I loved that I was the one giving it to him.
“Don’t apologize, i’m here to teach you, remember?”
He locked eyes with mine and moved his hands to massage my breasts, “Is this okay?”
“Yes Henry, that feels really nice.” I gave him an enticing smile and removed his glasses. I slowly ground my hips against his crotch; he was rock hard. “Let me just remove this barrier, I want you to have the full experience.” I took my sweater off, exposing my lacy bra allowing him to ogle me.
“Do you want to remove my bra baby?”
“Yes please.” He said eagerly, his mouth nearly watering.
I took his hands in mine and guided them around me, helping him unclasp my bra. I rested my hands at my side, telling him with my eyes to remove the rest by himself. He slid the straps down my arms and let it fall to the floor; I could see the lust growing in his eyes. He didn’t waste any time caressing my breasts and brushing his thumbs over my hardened nipples.
I moaned at how his hands felt on my breasts, grabbing his face and enveloping him in a heated kiss. His lips were incredibly soft, I slid my tongue along his bottom lip, nibbling on it lightly causing him to moan. I took the opportunity to slither my tongue into his mouth, the kiss became hungry and I could tell he wanted more.
“Why don’t you try kissing my neck.” I suggested, he didn’t even respond. He brushed my hair to the side and mimicked my movements from before. He found his way to the sweet spot below my ear without me having to instruct him and I moaned at how good his lips felt on me, feeling the heat build between my legs.
He then moved down my neck leaving a trail of kisses down my collarbone, then to my breast taking my nipple into his mouth. Feelings of bliss rushed through me as he swirled his tongue on my nipple, a moan escaped my lips as he gently sucked on it, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core.
“So good Henry, you’re doing so good for me.” I praised, brushing a hand through his hair.
I began to unbutton his shirt and my jaw dropped. Nerdy little Henry Creel has abs, and not just that, he has tattoos. Holy fucking shit.
He noticed I had stopped moving and pulled away from my breast, a concerned look on his face.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” He sounded panicked but I quickly reassured him.
“No Henry not at all. I just…didn’t expect to see all of…this under here.” My mouth watered looking at his chiseled body and the ink that covered it, looking up to meet his eyes I noticed how disheveled he looked. No glasses, his hair messed up, shirt unbuttoned, v lines peaking out, “Henry…you’re fucking hot.” I said with hunger in my eyes. I needed him, I craved him.
He looked relieved at my words pulling me into another greedy kiss, immediately sliding his tongue into my mouth.
Once I saw what was under his shirt I needed to see more. I pushed his shirt down his shoulders, leaving wet kisses down his sculpted body, and tracing his tattoos with my tongue. I flicked my tongue through the creases of his v lines, an eager whine falling from his lips.
“What is it baby? Do you like feeling my mouth on you? Do you want more?” I teased knowing I was in full control of him. “Yes Y/N, I need more.”
My eyes darkened with lust as I slid off his lap onto the floor to kneel before him. I started undoing his belt, the tent in his pants was massive. He looked at me eagerly, imploring me to continue.
“Henry, have you ever had your cock sucked before?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it.
“N-No, but I need to feel your mouth around me, so bad.” He pleaded, his breathing heavy with anticipation.
I pulled his trousers down, cupping him through his boxers. His breath hitched and he let out a low growl.
"My, my Henry. You're so hard for me. So eager for my mouth aren't you?"
I rubbed my hand teasingly up and down his clothed shaft, “Tell me what you want Henry.” I looked up at him with an innocent expression on my face. I slid his boxers down allowing him to spring free. My jaw dropped at his size, he was thick, long, and all mine. Lucky me.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him with a slow, teasing pace.
“You Y/N. I want you, I want your mouth,” he whined needily. His cock was pulsing with need, the tip glistening with precum as I swiped my thumb over it, bringing it to my mouth and licking it clean. I pumped him lightly, not breaking eye contact. He bucked into my hand, his dark eyes pleading for more.
“You’re a needy little thing aren’t you baby boy? You want my mouth? Say please.” I was beginning to take my role too far, but I could tell that he liked it.
“Please Y/N, I need you to make me come with that beautiful mouth, please.” He begged and it was so arousing. My panties were soaked, the aching need for him grew with each passing second.
I teased him a little, slowly licking a stripe from his base to the tip before taking him as deep as I could into my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my throat, his cock twitched and I knew he wouldn’t last long.
I looked up at him; his eyes rolled back in pure bliss. I quickened my pace, sucking him down like he was my last meal, he involuntarily bucked his hips causing me to gag, a look of concern appeared on his face for a moment, but I assured him with my eyes it was okay.
“Oh fuck Y/N your mouth feels amazing.” He groaned, his hands tugging on my hair and I loved the feeling of it, pushing me to suck him faster. I let out a hum and felt him tense immediately.
“Oh my god do that again please.” He begged and I loved the way he kept looking down at me with lust in his eyes.
I complied, continuing to hum while he bucked into my mouth, I locked eyes with him as he let out a guttural moan, shooting salty hot spurts of cum down my throat, his mouth hung open in awe as he watched me swallow it.
“Holy fucking shit, that felt amazing; you’re amazing.” He laid back breathing heavily, looking spent, but my lesson was far from over.
“I’m so proud of you baby boy, your come tasted so delicious.” I licked my lips and climbed back into his lap.
“Did you like fucking my mouth Henry?” I asked, softly caressing his cheek. He nodded, eyes rolled back as he tried to catch his breath. “Yes, a lot.” He rasped, barely audible.
“Hmm, I think it’s only fair that I get a turn, don’t you think?” He nodded eagerly, god I loved how submissive he was being.
“Good boy, because now i’m going to teach you how to play with my pussy.” I said with seductive authority, lying back on the couch and spreading my legs. “Go ahead and take my pants off baby.”
He wasted no time, quickly sliding them down my legs and eyeing my center, looking ravenous. “Like what you see?”
“Yes, very much. You are so incredibly beautiful Y/N, you’re a goddess.” His sweet words made me blush; I needed him so bad.
I took his hand in mine and guided him to my aching core, yearning to feel his long fingers explore me. “You feel how wet I am baby, that’s all from you; that’s how much you arouse me.”
I began moving his hand with mine, showing him how I like it. It didn’t take him long to catch on, pushing my panties to the side allowing him to fully slide his long fingers through my soaked folds. He must have remembered our conversation about the clit because he found his way to mine all on his own. He teased my throbbing bud, and I arched my back letting out a loud moan when he finally applied some light pressure.
“Oh, Henry, fuck you’re doing so good, keeping doing that.” I could tell he liked when I praised him because he instantly picked up his pace, he then slid a finger inside sending a bolt of ecstasy through my body.
“Do you like that sweetheart?” He growled. He removed his digit for a brief moment bringing it to his mouth to taste me, swirling his tongue around then slowly withdrew it as if to savor my taste. He let out a low hum of satisfaction before pumping them back into me. Fuck that was hot.
“Yes Henry, I really like it.” I whimpered, looking down and locking eyes with him as he inserted another finger. “Curl your fingers Henry, please.” He followed my instruction, brushing my cervix. He hit it perfectly over and over again, my breath hitched and I gasped out in pleasure.
I felt my climax approaching, but I didn’t want to come yet, I needed his tongue first. I grabbed his hand, “Henry, I want you to take my panties off…with your teeth.”
He did just that, hooking his teeth around my waistband and slowly dragging them down. The feeling of his hot breath traveling down my body made my stomach coil with anticipation.
He tossed them to the side and took in the sight of my naked body, “I need your tongue baby boy, I want you to really taste me, make me come on that sinful mouth of yours.”
“Your wish is my command darling.” He said with a devious grin.
He hovered over my core, placing tender kisses on my thighs, inhaling the musky scent of my arousal made his eyes gleam. He eyed my glistening center before slowly wrapping his lips around my clit swirling his tongue around like an expert. You would never guess he was a virgin.
He feasted on me like he might die without it, causing profanities to spill from my mouth with every lick. I felt him move down to my slit, sliding in and fucking me with his tongue. He quickened his pace, devouring me with eagerness and desire. I felt his nose brush my clit, my back bowing up in response, my grip on his hair tightening.
“Henry, fuck, oh my god” I cried out, the knot in my stomach growing as he ravished me.
He then moved to get a better angle, placing my legs to rest on his shoulders, his hands on my ass. My head was spinning, he worked his tongue with intense fervor, his eyes bore into me, drinking in the sight of the pleasure he was giving me. He swirled his tongue on my clit, inserting his long fingers back into me, curling them just as I instructed earlier. My eyes rolled back, feeling his tongue vibrate on my core as he moaned against me, “Mmm, you taste so divine my darling.”
“Yeah, you like eating my pussy don’t you, my naughty boy.” I bit my lip and let out a whine as he moaned into my core in response.
His vibration rushed through my body, and I let the euphoria take over, releasing onto his tongue with a scream of his name. He lapped up every drop of my juices, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my arousal glistening on his chin. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean, reigniting my want for him all over again. He was the personification of sin disguised in innocence and I was insatiable for him.
“Shit Henry, that was so good, you’re a fast learner. You’re really impressing me.” I said breathing heavily, that was the hardest I have come in a long time. He pulled me into his lap, placing a kiss on my cheek.
He blushed at my praises, “I am glad you enjoyed it so much, i’ve wanted to please you like that for a long time. I have wanted to get to know you for so long. The first time I saw you in class I was captivated by your beauty, I thanked the gods when we got paired up together.” He smiled smugly, his hand caressing my cheek. I could tell he was proud of himself and he should be, he just blew my mind with the best oral i’ve ever received.
“I’m glad we got paired up together too, I like you a lot. You’re such a sweetheart and I don’t plan to let you go anytime soon.” I smiled at him, looking into his blue eyes. I planted a kiss on his swollen lips and recollected myself, pushing Henry down on the couch, ready to completely take away his innocence.
“Henry, are you ready to fuck me? Because all I can think about is how good your cock is going to feel inside me, and I need it so bad.” I whispered in his ear and felt his grip on me tighten.
“Yes baby please, i’m so desperate for you.” He whimpered.
“Good boy, and don’t worry, i’m on the pill.” I said stroking his cock a few times before lining him up with my entrance.
I sank down onto him, giving myself a moment to adjust to his size. He stretched my walls with a blissful pain, feeling the veins of his cock pulse within me at this new sensation. I watched him squeeze his eyes shut and his mouth fling open moaning “fuck” at the feeling of me around him. I fully seated myself with him filling me completely.
“Are you okay baby?” I wanted to check in to make sure everything felt comfortable for him.
“Yes Y/N, better than okay. You feel glorious.” He breathed, locking eyes with me. “Are you okay darling?”
“Yes, you’re just bigger than what I am used to, but you feel so good.” I reassured him, and he grinned with lustful confidence; he was definitely the biggest i’ve taken.
Once my body adjusted to his girth, I began to slowly bounce on him, wanting to savor the feeling every inch of him going in and out of me. He cupped my breasts in his hands and pinched my nipples making me gasp.
I rolled my hips faster, bouncing up and down on him crying out each time it hit my sweet spot. He felt perfect, like he was made for my body. My legs started to get tired, so I let myself fall onto his chest. I started kissing his neck and collarbones, and he grabbed my ass and started bouncing me himself. Oh my god that’s hot.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fists clenched as he pounded into me faster and harder, my walls clenching tighter around him. I moaned so loud the neighbors probably heard, he made me lose complete control. Henry Creel, the virgin, was giving me the best sex of my life.
Then he did something bold, he flipped us over so he was on top of me, bringing my legs to rest on his shoulders again, god I love when he does that.
He slammed into me rough and hard, the sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I cried out in pleasure, his name leaving my mouth repeatedly.
“Oh, Henry yes, keep doing that baby, keep fucking me like that; this pussy is yours.” I urged him on with my praises, passion in his eyes as he gave himself to me completely.
He placed a hand around my neck, gripping lightly, eye contact never breaking. My body filled with so much ecstasy as he fucked deeper into me, my walls tightened around him as he hit my sweet spot with perfect precision, dirty expletives falling from his mouth with each thrust.
He slowed his pace for a few beats, locking eyes with me he withdrew himself agonizingly slow, then pushed back in with the same tender slowness allowing us to really feel every detail of each others' bodies. The slow friction of his movement felt passionate, the way his shaft grazed my walls had my core aching for release.
His thrusts picked up pace again, so fast and deep my eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, my body becoming numb with pleasure. Our bodies melted together, his face buried into my neck. He groaned expletives into my ear, pushing me even closer to the edge, I knew he was getting close too.
“Oh my god Henry i’m going to come, your cock feels so good, fuck!” My body fluttered with pleasure, and his grip on me tightened.
“Fuck Y/N.” He groaned and I felt his cock twitch.
With another deep thrust my climax washed over me, and my body became engulfed in waves of pleasure as I cried out his name for the hundredth time, looking into his dark lustful eyes as he followed suit.
His cock pulsed against my core, growling my name and emptying into me, his warmth filling me to the brim.
He collapsed onto me, placing kisses all over my chest and neck then crashing his lips against mine with a ravenous fervor. His tongue glided along mine with ease, kissing me so deeply, so passionately.
He pulled out his softening member, a small whimper escaping my throat at the emptiness. Our combined juices began seeping out of me and he got up to get a towel from the bathroom.
He cleaned me up, gently caressing my sensitive center that he had just dominated moments before. He wiped the sweat from my forehead, following it up with a sweet peck and placed a hand on my cheek looking deeply into my eyes.
“Y/N, that…was better than anything I could ever fantasize, you made me feel more euphoria than I have ever felt in my life, and I want you to keep making me feel that way. Please let me continue to ravish you, please be mine.” He spoke gently, softness and admiration in his eyes. His tousled hair fell in his face, he looked so disheveled, so vulnerable and I loved that I was the only person to ever see him like this.
“Henry, I meant what I said. I don’t plan on letting you go; you have completely flipped my world upside down. You’re the best i’ve ever had. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.” I smiled at him, tracing the tattoos on his chest.
He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, relieved at my words. “Good, because i’m never going to get enough of you.” He chuckled giving me another soft kiss.
“Am I really the best you’ve ever had?” He sounded surprised, but I gave him a blunt look.
“Yes, you really are. No man has ever made me scream like that or cared about making me feel good with so much passion, you’re perfect Henry.” I looked at him with admiration, feeling so lucky that our paths crossed. I could really fall for him.
“I think you make me perfect sweetheart,” he smiled, “I meant what I said too. I have had a crush on you for a long time, wanted to make you feel like this for a long time. I was so scared you would I reject me when you found out I was a virgin, thank you for giving me a chance, for seeing passed my flaws.” He looked so happy, and it made my heart swell.
I brushed a hand through his hair, returning a smile. “Now, I think we’re going to ace this project, don’t you?”
He laughed, stealing another kiss. “Yes, absolutely darling.”
Synopsis- reader is the secretary for Theo Deschamps, who is the son of the CEO of Victorian Enterprises. He is a dick to all those below him, especially his secretary bc she always seems to “mess up something” even though it is usually just him nitpicking at minute details. One day the reader realizes the only clean work uniform she has for work is a skimpy black dress that hugs her body perfectly. Once at work, Theo cannot take his eyes off her and "disciplines" her for not following the dress code.
a/n- this is an nsfw fic, so please minors do not interact! 🔞 mind the tags and enjoy sinners 😈 word count 3.8k
Tags- one shot, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut with a bit of plot, au, fem!reader, boss!theo deschamps x secretary!reader, possessive dom!theo, sub!reader, consensual, use of pet names, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, handjob, blowjob, p in v sex, orgasms
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It was the end of the workday, and I gathered my belongings to get ready to head home. As I walked past Mr Deschamps’ office I dropped off the final sales numbers in his mailbox as I do everyday. I overheard him throwing one of his famous fits to one of his assistants, complaining about how the ink on the invoices was faded making it hard for him to read.
What a drama queen, I laughed to myself, rolling my eyes and waving goodbye to my co workers.
As soon as I stepped into the door of my apartment my phone rang, it was Mr Deschamps—Theo.
Oh god what now. I groaned and answered my phone hesitantly.
“Yes, sir?”
“Y/N, I see you sent me the sales reports, but you forgot one crucial detail; your signature.” He grumbled in an annoyed tone. “How long have you been doing this job? You know I can’t submit these to my father without a signature. I need you to come back to the office and sign them. Now.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand.
“Sir with all due respect I just got home, and I have a thirty-minute commute, can’t you sign them for me just this once? I promise I won’t tell.” I said the last part with a playful giggle, but Theo was not amused.
“Come back to the office and complete your task or you won’t have a job to come back to tomorrow,” his voice deep and raspy but harsh; he continued, “It is your responsibility to sign these forms, and as your boss it’s my responsibility to see that you do your job correctly, now I expect you back here in thirty minutes.” He hung up before I had the chance to respond.
God he is such a dick, he’s a nepo baby and has been handed everything on a silver platter his entire life. Nothing is ever good enough for him, and I wish I could put him in his place. I knew I could not afford to lose this job, so I let out an aggravated yell and got back in my car.
Theo had left already, leaving the packet of papers on my desk with a note that said, you know what to do. I sighed and signed each one as I knew I should have earlier. I knew deep down it was my fault, but I was not going to give Theo the satisfaction of me admitting my fuck up, his ego was big enough already.
It was nearly 11pm by the time I got back home. I was exhausted and had to be back at the office at 8am tomorrow which is earlier than usual due to the monthly conference. I made myself some ramen noodles and eventually passed out on the couch.
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I awoke the next morning with a groan at the sound of my alarm, feeling drained from the night before. I eventually pulled myself up off the couch and made my way to the bathroom where I washed my face, applied my makeup, and fixed my hair. I went to put on my uniform when I realized all of them were dirty. I had completely forgotten about my laundry. My only clean work appropriate outfit was a black dress that had shrank in the dryer, it didn’t shrink so much that I couldn’t wear it, it was just very tight and a little shorter than I’d like but I had to make it work because if I showed up to work in sweats Theo would lose his shit, that does not meet the requirements of the dress code, I could almost hear him saying in his smug british accent.
I put the dress on and wore my black pumps, along with some black and silver jewelry to compliment it, pulling my curled hair back into a half updo leaving baby hairs to hang in my face.
Usually, my tattoos are covered up by my clothes but in this dress, they were very visible. I had a floral vine tattoo that started near my navel and travelled down my left leg, and a cherry blossom branch sleeve on my right arm.
Wow, they’re going to think I’m a new employee, I giggled to myself looking in the mirror. The dress wasn’t as short as I initially thought but I noticed as I walked it would slowly ride up. I just had to be conscious of it and make sure to pull it back down every few minutes, which would be annoying, but it is my own fault for putting off my laundry for so long. I gave myself a once over in the mirror, feeling impressed with my look. This dress hugged my figure perfectly and my boobs looked great.
Once I was satisfied with my attire, I grabbed my coffee and took a deep breath. I know Theo is going to be in an even worse mood today, every month when his father comes to the office for the meeting he is always on edge because he wants everything to appear perfectly for his father. I must admit, Mr. Deschamps senior is even more of a dick than his son, but it is nice to see Theo sweat for once.
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As the secretary it was my job to get breakfast for everyone on meeting days, so I stopped at the local café and picked up coffees, breakfast sandwiches, and donuts that the company ordered.
I put all the breakfast items in the meeting room and made my way to my desk to do my morning duties, when I heard that deep british voice echoing down the hallway, “Y/N, did you remember to get the—”
Theo cut himself off and stopped dead in his tracks. When I looked up, I saw his eyes traveling up and down my body, and they locked with mine for a split second before I spoke up, “Yes, sir?” I noticed his body tense up as the words left my mouth, he swallowed hard and cleared his throat before continuing. “I um, I was just making sure you remembered to pick up the breakfast I ordered.” He almost tripped over his own words, taking another glance at me, “I did, sir.”
I looked down, noticing that my dress had ridden up dangerously close to exposing my panties, I quickly pulled it down and brought my eyes up to meet his. He almost looked flushed, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Very good, it’s nice to see someone can follow my orders. Please bring those papers to my office when you get the chance.” He ran a hand through his hair taking one more look at me before turning to walk back to his office.
I furrowed my brow, trying to process what just happened. That was the first time he has spoken to me without following it up with a complaint. I was expecting him to berate me for forgetting the sign the papers but instead he sounded kind, appreciative even.
To be completely honest, I have always had a small crush on Theo, he was incredibly gorgeous. He has silky blonde hair that fell to just above his shoulders, godly bone structure, beautiful tattoos, and plump pink lips that i’ve imagined sitting on once or twice. His eyes were like small oceans, he is so tall, his dark, gothic wardrobe is phenomenal, and he always has rings on multiple fingers. My favorite thing about him though was his sexy, raspy, deep voice with an accent that could bring any girl to their knees. I bit my lip and smiled to myself, grabbing the packet of papers and made my way to his office.
I lightly knocked on the door. “Come in.”
I heard his breath hitch as he looked up and realized it was me, making my way over to his desk I made sure to sway my hips as I walked, his eyes were glued to me, giving me a once over yet again. I set the stack of papers on his desk, noticing that he was staring directly at my chest when I bent down.
“Sir, here are the papers you asked for, I did as you asked and i’ll try not to let you down again. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you please tell me.” I said with a smug grin, looking him in the eye. I noticed him tense again at my words. “Actually, I want to ask you something.” He he got up from his chair walking towards me, only he didn’t stop until I felt the wall against my back.
He was hovering over me, so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks.
“What exactly is it you are trying to achieve?” His blue eyes bore into me, but I avoided eye contact, instead looking at his lips.
“I am not sure I know what you mean, Mr Deschamps.” I spoke softly, feigning innocence.
He let out a small chuckle before placing one hand on the wall next to my head, then used the other to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. My thighs squeezed together involuntarily at the feeling of his touch.
“Oh, I think you do darling,” the use of the pet name mixed with the deep rasp of his voice sounded so sinful, “showing up here, wearing that, thinking I wouldn’t notice.” He looked me up and down once more, licking his lips. I stayed silent, feeling more heat build between my legs.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way it rode up your gorgeous thighs, allowing me the slightest peak of those sexy lace panties your wearing?” He eyed me with desire, and I felt my knees buckle
“Tell me sweetheart, did you wear this scantily clad dress because you knew I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you?” His voice dripped with lust. Forgetting about my laundry was just an excuse, I knew deep down he was right, I wanted him to look at me as something other than his secretary for such a long time.
His hand moved from my chin to my hair, slowly running his fingers through it. His touch was like fire, my mind so clouded with arousal that all I could do was nod in response.
“I’m going to need you to use your words darling.”
“Y-Yes, Mr Deschamps. I wanted to look pretty for you.” I said through shaky breaths, god I was so turned on.
“Theo” he corrected, “please call me Theo, I want to hear my name on your pretty lips.”
Fuck.
“I wanted to look pretty for you Theo” I repeated.
“Good girl.”
He then dipped his head down and started kissing my neck, moving to the sweet spot just below my ear. I immediately felt my arousal pooling in my panties, the feeling of his lips on my body sent sparks through me.
“Do you know how long i’ve imagined what you looked like under those concealing layers of clothes?” He moved his hand to trace the tattoo on my arm, goosebumps following his touch. He placed the other lightly around my neck. Oh my god.
“Too long darling, and now that I see you in this dress, I need to see you out of it.” His voice dripped with sex, if he wasn’t holding onto me my legs would have given out.
I was putty in his hands, and before I could comprehend his words, his lips were on mine. Soft and hungry, his tongue slid along my bottom lip demanding entry which I allowed without hesitation. The kiss was so heated, so hungry, something i’ve longed for since I first laid eyes on him.
As our tongues intertwined, he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as if it were a reflex.
He carried me over to his desk, sitting me down with his tongue still down my throat.
He stood between my legs, moving his hands down to the hem of my dress and quickly pulling it over my head, revealing the black lace lingerie I wore. His eyes lit up.
“So, you did want to get fucked today, didn’t you my sweet.” It was more of an observation than a question.
“Only by you Theo” I moaned, the need for him was so obvious in my voice.
“That’s what I like to hear love.” He said with a smirk, drinking in the sight of me spread out on his desk. “So needy, so eager, and that’s just how I want you.” His voice was so deep I could feel it in my chest.
“First, i’m going to mark what is mine.” He began kissing my neck again, sucking on the sweet spot below my ear, soft moans escaping my throat as I threw my head back. “Mmm, you sound so pretty.” He moved down my body kissing every inch, removing my bra, and sucking on my nipples, I secretly hoped he would mark those too.
“Your tits are perfect; they fit in my hands as if they were molded for me.” He purred, moving further down my body, stopping where I needed him most.
He slowly moved his hand up my thigh, tracing my tattoo and drawing teasing circles on my hips.
After what felt like an eternity he pushed my panties to the side, sliding his fingers through my soaked folds and brushing my clit with his thumb.
“So wet, just for me. You’ve been dripping with need this entire time, haven’t you darling.”
“Yes Theo, all for you.” I felt him harden against me.
His long fingers found their way to my entrance pushing in with ease, first one, then two. I cried out and arched my back feeling them brush my cervix. He pumped his digits in and out, his thumb still playing with my clit. I was already so close, feeling the cool metal of his rings at my slit nearly made a mess of me.
I whimpered when I felt him withdraw his fingers so close to my release.
“Don’t worry sweetheart i’m going to let you come, I just want you to do it on my tongue.”
Fuck. Those words alone could have sent me over the edge.
He kneeled and looked me in the eyes as he ripped my panties off, “I’ll buy you new one's darling.” He winked, but I couldn’t have cared less about them; all I wanted was him.
“Theo, please.” I moaned with desperation.
He pushed my legs apart, placing kisses on my inner thighs. God he was such a tease.
“Do you want my tongue kitten?” The pet name sent shivers down my spine. I felt his breath at my core; I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please Theo, I need it.” I begged.
He let out low growl, “That’s my good girl.”
The moment I felt his tongue on my cunt I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, tangling my hands through his blonde locks.
“Shh sweetheart you can’t be too loud, though I love hearing you make those noises for me.” He said against me, wrapping his lips around my clit, swirling figure eights with his tongue.
Jesus fucking christ he was good.
He dipped his fingers back in while he continued to devour me, curling them up to brush my cervix. I was so close to my release and he knew it.
“Theo, fuck that feels so good i’m going to come” I moaned through bated breath.
“You have to ask my permission first darling.” God he was so sinful and I craved more and more of it.
“Please can I come Theo? Please let me come.” I begged, the knot in my stomach becoming unbearable.
“Yes, Y/N you’ve been such a good girl. Come for me, I want to taste you.”
Waves of pleasure washed over me as I let go, crying out his name and releasing on his tongue as he lapped up every bit of me.
“You taste divine darling.” He stood up, taking in the sight of how disheveled I looked, looking proud of what he did to me.
“Now get on your knees kitten, you need to get me ready for you.” He ordered, and I complied immediately knowing i’d do anything he told me to. I was his now, and I would give him what he wanted.
As I knelt down, he undid his belt. I stopped him halfway through, wanting to unsheathe him myself. I pulled his trousers down followed by his boxers, his cock springing free, the tip glistening with precum. Fucking christ he’s huge.
I licked my hand, wrapping it around his length pumping him like my life depended on it. He let out a sharp moan, moving his hands to my hair pushing my head closer, I knew what he wanted.
I wrapped my lips around the tip, giving it some light kisses lapping up the salty precum. I licked a stripe up his shaft before taking him into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck Y/N, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes; I felt him twitch in my mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure tugging harder on my hair. “God, look at you, my good little slut.” His words made my core ache.
I let him fuck my mouth, my eyes watered a bit, but I didn’t care, he could do whatever he wanted with me. I moved my hands up to fondle his balls, his low growling moans were enough to make me come again.
“God baby if you don’t stop i’m going to—” he pulled out, breathing heavy, he continued; “darling, I could let you do that all day, but when I come I want to be inside you.”
My head was spinning, that’s what I wanted too—no—I needed it. He was intoxicating, igniting my body with every touch, every word; he was a drug and I couldn’t get enough of him.
He reached into his pocket pulling out a condom, but I grabbed his hand before he could open it. “I have an IUD.” I said.
He smiled, looking relieved at my words. “Thank fucking god, because I want to feel all of you around me.” He flipped me around, bending me over his desk.
“Are you ready for me baby? I’ve waited for this for so long, I can’t promise i’ll be gentle.” I was overcome with lust, yearning for him split me open.
“Fuck me Theo.” I whined.
“Gladly darling.” He moved his hands to my hips steadying himself, lining up with my entrance.
He thrust into me with the most sinful groan i’ve heard yet, filling me to the brim. I felt bolts of euphoria throughout my body; I could do nothing but cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck you feel amazing, better than I ever imagined.” One of his hands tugged on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. He pounded into me from behind hitting my sweet spot repeatedly, making me lose total control. I was a moaning mess, profanities spilling from my lips.
“Yes, that’s it baby, who do you belong to? Tell me who owns this pussy, tell me the only person that can make you feel like this.” He demanded, bringing a hand up to spank my ass.
“You Theo, only you.” He slowly thrust out, leaving just the tip in before roughly slamming back in, causing a yelp to escape me. “You fuck me so good, i’m yours.” I was so out of breath my voice was barley audible.
“Don’t you ever forget it kitten.” He paused for a moment, flipping me over to face him before fucking back into me.
He wrapped a hand around my neck, placing my thigh over his shoulder with the other. He bucked into me, ravenous for more. He leaned his forehead against mine, feeling his spent breathing on my face.
“Y/N, you are mine.” He looked at me with passion in his eyes. I felt that familiar knot forming in my stomach again, I was close. The way he was hitting my sweet spot perfectly caused my walls to clench tighter around him. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Fuck i’m going to come, i’m going to fill up that sweet, tight cunt of yours. Is that what you want?”
“Yes Theo, please.” I begged.
“Good girl.”
We cried out in unison, reaching our peak together, I tightened around him and felt him spill into me, sinful sounds coming from his lips. A few final thrusts followed as we rode out our climax, I writhed with pleasure feeling my legs quiver as he pulled out of me.
His forehead still rested on mine, our heavy breathing drowning out all else.
“Holy shit” his voice sounded hoarse, “you’re so fucking sexy.”
He kissed me softly, “I do not want this to end here. I need you in my life, as something more than my secretary. Can I take you on a proper date?” He almost sounded shy, quite the opposite from a few minutes ago but I found it very adorable.
“Yes Theo, I would love that.” I blushed, smiling at him.
“I must ask though, why were you always such a dick to me?” I asked playfully.
“Well to be honest I didn’t think I deserved you, you are so kind, so beautiful. My father told me I do not deserve someone like you. The only way I thought I could keep you at a distance was to be your mean boss. But the moment I saw you this morning, looking like a goddess, I knew he was wrong. I need you; you make me want to be better.” He spoke with hurt in his voice. “I am sorry for treating you so poorly.”
“I forgive you Theo, besides, I think you more than made up for it the way you just made me come so hard.” I laughed and kissed him again, tangling my hands in his hair I felt him smile into the kiss.
“Thank you, sweetheart. Now, I’ve got to make us dinner reservations, do you like italian?”
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