Ok Freya but... do Walter or Sy know how to dance?
Sy dances as good as a male stripper, bouncing his hips, moving them thighs, he has what it takes to astound and seduce you, and girl, he is about to take you home tonight and show you just how strong that hips-thrust is.
Walter, howeverâŠ
Oh no, if there is music playing, count him out. He is going to stand in the corner, looking more miserable than ever with a beer to his lips and that same pretentious gazeâŠ
But keep teasing, little girl and weâll see where this ends.
Oh yes, with you plastered to the wall in the back alley with your skirt hiked around your waist.
Omg but can you imagine being the bratty girl you are, always loving to push Walterâs buttons until he snaps and just fucks you like a wild animal. And youâre at a club tonight but he refuses to dance with you. Fine, Iâll find someone else whoâs willing. Enter Sy. His body moves with yours, against yours like youâre the only lover heâs ever had. Every now and then you throw glances at Walter in the corner, smiling every time you see him gripping his beer bottle tighter, his eyes focused solely on you and the hands on you that donât belong there. He canât take it anymore and charges towards you, ripping you from Syâs grasp and kissing you with such fervor that Sy is reminded who you belong to.
âHow am I going to punish you for such bratty behavior?â Walter growls down at you.
Sy chips in, âI can think of a few ways.â
At first Walter frowns at him, wondering who the hell this guy thinks he is, but then he sees that wicked gleam in Syâs eyes and realizes that you deserve to be fucked and ruined by not just Walter tonight, but two men at once.
You gulp, finally realizing that you bit off a lot more than you could swallow.
Outside the club in a darkened alley, Walter throws you over the trunk of his car, one hand over your neck, the other peeling that tight skirt to expose the red lacy piece of fabric you call panties.
You swallow as you feel his fingers tracing the wetness through the cloth, outlining your swollen lips as if you were a piece of evidence for him to explore. You realise then, that Syverson is leaning against the wall.
Arms crossed together and a bulge in his groin, he growls and observes in twisted fascination as the detectives rips your panties to shreds.
âIâll go first,â he warns his belt clicks behind you, âyou can have her once Iâm done and she is drenched with my cum.â
Sy chuckles and reaches one hand to massage his painful cock.
âDonât worry, cousin, Iâm always up for sloppy seconds.â
You canât help but moan at the thought of these large beasts of men taking you apart until youâre a blubbering mess, unable to form words.
Walter isnât kind as he shoves his cock inside of you with one sharp thrust. You release a whimper. That isnât enough for him. He wants you screaming his name, not whimpering. He needs to hear you.
The next thing you know, heâs fucking into you wildly, and the feeling of his thick cock filling you completely, fucking you so deep you can feel him in your stomach, makes your head spin. Your whimpers quickly turn to moans so loud itâs embarrassing. Walter knows exactly how to move inside of you to make you fall apart at the seams.
He pulls you up until your back is against your chest. Within one blink and the next his hand is on your clit, his fingers moving at the same speed as his cock. In only a matter of moments youâre trembling against him.
âTell Sy how good you feel,â Walter growls in your ear.
Youâd forgotten about the other man, solely focused on the pleasure Walter was giving you, but now your eyes flicked to Syverson. His eyes were locked on your body, his hand massaging his cock over his jeans. The thought of having an audience made you moan like a whore, which only encouraged Walter to fuck you harder.
A slap against your ass made you gasp. âDo as youâre told, little one,â Walter whispered in your ear, his voice dangerously low.
âIt feels so good,â you cried, your eyes locked on Syversonâs. âSo good, daddy.â
Walter released a groan the same time Syverson did.
Walters finger moved against your sensitive bud in such a way that you were suddenly tumbling over the edge, your orgasm released with a scream. Walter grunted a second later and the next second his seed was coating your walls. You shook with ecstasy as he filled you up with his cum.
You whimpered when he pulled out of you, watching as he turned to Syverson. âThink you can do better than that?â
Licking his lips with mischievous glee, the Captain marched toward the car. His fingers dove down his loose jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock while his eyes preserved the sight of you sweat-slicken and trembling against the hood.
âMove aside, dick, let me show you how itâs done,â he chimed and licked his lips, shoving the panting detective aside.
Still shaken, you watched Syverson while he pumped his girthy beast right next to your face as if to show off his intimidating size. Your gaze momentarily flicked at Walter, your eyes wary-drenched but just as you opened your mouth to speak a harsh smack landed on your rear.
âSome man you have, little one, whoring you out like this,â Syverson provoked and chuckled as he watched Walterâs cum trickling down your thigh.
âDonât worry, kitten, Iâll treat you just right.â
Summary: You and Henry exchange your first 'I love you'.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Word Count: 401
Warnings: RPF, fluffy, exchange of the L word, slight man handling, implied smut.
Author's Note: This is mostly a self insert, and I use my own mother tongue.
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Sitting on the plush, leather couch, feet crossed and propped up on the coffee table, you run your fingers through his soft, chocolate brown curls. Henry is splayed out on the couch, his knees are curled over the arm rest, and his feet dangle. His head is resting on your thighs, and his head is turned to the TV.
You were catching up on some silly soap opera, so that you could understand what Marianne was talking about over dinner on Sunday.
But all you could focus on, was the demigod laying in your lap. His curls adorning his head like a halo, you were mesmerized. His beauty was all but breathtaking, one could hardly look away.
As if sensing your admiration, his head turned and his cerulean eyes flicked to yours. A grin spread over his lips, his pearly whites on full display. âWhat?â he questions. You smile at him and twirl one of his locks around your finger. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leans up on his elbows, prying himself off you.
âYes, my love?â he asks, his head tilting in question.
Leaning forward, till your nose brushes his, âKocham ciÄ,â you coo.
Narrowing his eyes at you in suspicion, he asks, âWhat does that mean?â
Smiling at him, you peck his lips. âI love you,â you say.
His eyes grow in realization, and your smile grows into a grin.
His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, before he attempts to repeat you words in your mother tongue, âKohan cie.â
His accent was off and he miss pronounced the word, but his intention was more than clear, and your heart swelled.
Raising your hands, you cup his jaw, and with your thumbs, caress his cheeks. âWeâll work on that,â you whisper, before pressing you lips against his. He laughs into the kiss, before leaning more firmly into you.
He raises himself to a kneeling position, never once breaking the kiss, before grabbing the backs of your thighs and yanking you underneath his large body.
Squealing at the action, you playfully slap his chest. His grin mirrored your own, as he lowered his body to press into yours. âHow about you moan in over and over again? I learn best through repetition,â he whispers, before placing an open-mouthed kiss against your neck.
âHenry,â you moan, legs wrapping around his waist.
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