AN: Happy birthday @sonnet18s !!! <3333 I made Tim have a crush on you. Hope you don't mind haha
ao3 link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/77827571
1k words, fluff, first meeting. Full fic text under cut
You've met him before, you're sure of it. It's stronger than deja vu; a full fledged memory.
After writing a test you're pretty sure you aced you decided to treat yourself to tea at a new cafe reasonably close to your campus while waiting an hour and a half for your lecture. That's where you are right now, as well.
You remember him tripping over the leg of the table you were sitting at, upsetting it enough for some of your tea to spill. Then he proceeded to apologise profusely and rather awkwardly. You didn't quite mind, you still had plenty of tea leftover, and you told him that. What you carefully didn't mention was that it helped that he was cute.
Maybe you should have, because your assurances hadn't worked; he was still very flustered and ran off into the bathroom. You were just debating following him to make sure he wasn't having a social anxiety induced panic attack or something and then-
Well, then nothing. That's the last you remember of that encounter. And now you're sitting at the same table in the same cafe on the same day for the same reasons except your tea is remarkably unspilled. And he's walking up to your table, carrying his own cup.
He notably doesn't trip this time. Instead, he gives you a hesitant (but gorgeous) smile and stands there, staring at you. You stare right back. The moment stretches.
"Um. Can I join you?" He asks just before the silence turns awkward.
You would usually be a little wary, if not annoyed, to have a complete stranger ask something like that, especially considering the multitude of empty tables left in the cafe. But there's something charmingly earnest about him. And you do find him handsome.
"Sure," you say, hopefully in a casual tone. You follow it up with your best charming smile and watch in satisfaction as he swallows, eyes lingering on your face longer than necessary before he shuffles to sit down across from you.
After he settles, he shoots you a shy smile that immediately melts what little residual hesitation you had about allowing him to share your table. You automatically smile back, genuine and unguarded. You're less worried about the silence getting awkward now, but still, you cast about for a conversation starter.
"So. Do you come here often?" He beats you to it, then immediately winces.
You can't help laughing at him a little bit.
"This place opened about a week ago," you point out teasingly.
"Oh, right," he looks so uncomfortable you decide to take mercy on him.
"How about you? Do you come here often?" you give him a reassuring smile, hoping he won't take the question as further teasing.
He just nods, looking at you with wide puppy dog eyes.
"Then I think I'll come here often as well."
The way his whole face lights up at that is more than worth it. And the tea's good, too.
♡
The conversation had flown so easily between the two of you that day that of course you made good on your promise to become a regular of the cafe. It was on your third visit since (fourth total) that you saw him again.
Tim (he had introduced himself as Tim Lake before you went your separate ways, among much hilarity from the both of you that neither of you thought thought of it earlier) was already at the cafe when you arrived. He was so lost in a book that he didn't even look up when the door opened and closed behind you. Or when you ordered your usual and walked up to his table to already sit with him while waiting for your name to be called to pick up your tea.
Tim startled quite badly when you said hi, sliding into the seat across from him.
"H-hi," he stuttered out. Adorable.
"I'm glad we managed to run into each other again," you said sincerely. Maybe a little too sincerely, even.
"Me too," he admitted. "Have you been here since we've met?"
"Yes, twice." You didn't see the point in lying about it.
"Oh, do you remember the dates and hours?" He asked, strangely nervous. "You know, so I can get a better idea of when you're usually here."
It was a bit of an oddly specific question, sure, but harmless enough and you did happen to remember. So you told him. He repeated the dates and times after you, like he was memorising them. You were just about to tease him about it when you were interrupted by your name being called to pick up your tea.
When you returned, Tim's table was empty. Then you blinked and suddenly you're standing in front of the cafe, your memories of sipping tea alone in slight disappointment nestled parallel to memories of laughter and easy conversation.
The inexplicable change rattles you enough you almost want to turn away and go home, but then you spot him through the window, sitting at the same table with his nose in a different book and your curiosity gets the better of you. Your quickly growing fondness of him might have something to do with it as well.
As you order your usual, the barista gives no indication of having already seen you today. You make a beeline for Tim's table and this time he doesn't startle. In fact, he looks up at you with a sweet smile before you can sit down and puts his book aside. Up close, you can see that it's a copy of "Anna Karenina", which you mentioned to him during one of those two meet ups that may or may not have happened.
Tim greets you smoothly and part of you misses the stuttering you can't be sure was real. But then you two get to talking about Anna Karenina, with only a short break for you to get your tea, and he's so insightful and clever it'd feel absurd to hold a lack of being flustered against him. And when the conversation naturally turns to other topics, the flow of it sweeps you along so completely you forget about the strangeness you only seem to experience around him.
You're disappointed for the meeting to end when you need to leave in order to make it to your lecture in time. And when he asks you for your number, you give it to him excitedly.
You're practically skipping all the way to your campus and you still have a spring in your step going home that evening.
A/N: Eeeh, a request! So exciting. This is a bit long, I didn’t mean for it to be, but it is. Hope you enjoy it. Also, please excuse any typos or spacing issues, this is loosely proofread and edited.
Summary: You and Henry are really good friends, have been for eight years. You've wanted him for such a long time but never had the guts to make your move because you always thought you weren't good enough for him or the kind of woman he needed/deserved. He knows it and has waited for you to come to it on your own, but he is tired of waiting, especially after his long, frustrating day of work.
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You sat behind your desk in your cubicle. It was yet another day of the same ol', same ol'. It was Friday, and you were thankful for it. It had been a long week, and you were desperately in need of a well-deserved break. Your mind drifted to your routine Friday night. Every Friday you and Henry had a Netflix-n-Chill night. One of you would go to the other's house with takeout. Whoever didn’t supply the food had to make sure the alcohol was stocked. You took out your phone from your top drawer and shot a message to Henry.
MSG: Netflix-N-Chill tonight?
You waited for a minute and no reply. Placing your phone on top of your desk, you tried to focus on the article you were supposed to be writing. You glanced at the clock on your desk; it read one-fifty. You groaned, closed your eyes, and rolled your neck around. You had four more hours until you could leave and you had no idea how you were going to survive it. You couldn't focus on the article even if it meant saving your life. Slumping back in your chair, you tried to get into the mindset you needed to finish the piece. Your deadline was Monday morning and you'd barely written a paragraph. You'd told your editor and chief that you were the last person who could write about advising on becoming a woman who made the first move and take charge of her desires. You didn't know the first thing when it came to that.
Hell, you'd been in love with Henry for the last umpteen years, and you still hadn't uttered one word about it. Instead, you pretended the opposite. When he told you about the women he went on dates with you kept a straight face and tried not to look affected when inside you were dying. When he asked for advice when he was having woman troubles, you tried to give unbiased advice when really you wanted to sabotage him at every turn. It was painful, but somehow you got through it.
You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you were afraid he didn't feel the same and worried that you just wouldn't match up to all the rest. He'd been with some stunning women, women who had perfect bodies according to the mass public and women who had so much to offer, like models, beauty queens, and actresses. You tried to tell yourself, of course, you had a chance. You knew you were a pretty girl your features were not basic, and your curves drew a lot of men to you, but you only had eyes for Henry. What was worse was that he had no clue. Your phone buzzed on top of your desk.
MSG Henry: Depends are you going to adhere to the true definition of that term?
Your heart skipped a beat, and your mind raced with the possibilities of what he meant. Henry's sense of humor was all over the place. He could mean it literally, or he could mean something else. You knew what you wanted it to mean. Chewing your bottom lip, you wracked your brain to come up with a response. After five minutes you'd still had yet to respond.
MSG Henry: Guess not. I don't think I can make it tonight, running lines with the cast going to do a test drive to the next scenes.
Henry was in the middle of filming Night Hunter, and he'd said quite a few times the psychological thriller had a way of messing with his mind sometimes. You understood from everything he'd told you about the role and the plot. You were looking forward to seeing it.
MSG: I understand. Raincheck.
Tossing your phone back to your desk, you groaned a little louder than you intended. An email popped up from your co-worker Liz. You opened it and saw an attached picture of Henry in what looked like a still from the movie. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you flat out gawked at it. He was gorgeous, the filled-out beard and long wavy hair was one of your most favorite looks for him. You had dreams about running your fingers through it and using it to steer him while he was nestled between your legs. A shiver rushed down your spine and you a wave of arousal came with it. He was so handsome. You looked down at the message Liz wrote, "Wild, wild thoughts." You knew exactly what she meant.
By the time you got home, it was almost seven, and you were exhausted and so sexually frustrated. Deciding not to wait, you popped open a bottle of your favorite wine and gulped down two glasses as you prepared to hop in the tub for a nice long bath. Once you were seated, you enjoyed the hot water and floral scents of your bath oils and let your mind drift away on who else--Henry. Your mind ran back to his comment about "Netflix-N-Chill." There had been so many times you'd thought to just jump on him as he sat across the couch. So many times you'd wanted to barge in his bathroom when you'd heard him in the shower. It was amazing you'd been able to contain yourself this long. It took a lot of restraint and batteries.
After passing out in the tub, you got out only to realize that two hours had passed. You hadn't even realized that you'd dozed off. You grabbed the wine bottle off the kitchen counter and made your way to your bedroom, deciding to lounge in bed with the TV. You didn't even bother to change out of your robe and get dressed. As you flipped through the channels, you happened to land on a channel that was playing Batman Vs. Superman and it was coming up on one of your favorite scenes when Superman landed in the cave looking house, and he looked fierce as if he could destroy an entire city. You quickly pressed pause and stared at his clean-shaven face. Without thinking about it or looking away, you reached into your top drawer and found the one thing you'd been relying on heavily for the last several months. Once you perched against the headboard, you turned it on and focused on the vibrations and Henry's face on your TV.
It didn't take long for your back to be arched off the bed and your moaning to bounce off the walls and fill the room. You moaned loudly and slapped your hand to your breast and got lost in the sensations washing over you.
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-Henry-
The day just wouldn't end. Just when he thought he was home free something always came up. First, it was yet another conversation of the direction of his character; then it was an impromptu improv session between him and a co-star, then it was retake after retake. It was late, and he was exhausted, hungry, and honestly very pent up. His friends had pointed it out several times that his responses had gotten shorter and shorter and he always seemed stressed, angry, or just plain out of sorts. He pretended like he didn't know what they meant, but he knew exactly what they meant. They were right, and he knew the reason why. It had been several months since he'd been with anyone. Months since he'd cut all ties with his latest pass time, hell he'd cut off all the women he'd ever spent any time with. Once he realized how he felt about Y/N, it didn’t make any sense. He'd always been attracted and secretly wanted her but as time went on and you'd struck up a friendship rather than a relationship he just decided to keep things as they were.
In the beginning, he didn't know if you felt anything for him; he didn't like to just assume that every woman he came across wanted him and actually shied away from thoughts like that. The more he saw you dating other men, he resolved himself to believing you just weren't into him. It wasn't until almost a year ago that he'd realized you did have feelings for him when one of her friends accidentally let it slip. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't happy about it because he was, but he was faced with a problem of how to breach the topic. Your friend Samantha told him you didn't feel like you deserved him or were his type. He thought it was a crazy reason and so far from the truth that he couldn't believe it. The more he watched you, the more he understood. He'd always known you were more reserved than the women he'd dated before. You didn't beg for attention from anyone men included. You never made the first move on any guy he'd ever seen you with and a lot of times he could tell you were awkward when you were complimented and told just how beautiful or sexy you were. At this point, he was tired of waiting for you to tell him how you felt; he was tired of waiting for you to make a move.
He parked in the parking lot of your condominium complex and grabbed his bag and the takeout bags from the backseat and made his way inside. On the ride up in the elevator, he rechecked his phone to see if you'd sent another message. When the elevator arrived on the twelfth floor, he finished off his email to his agent and tucked his phone away and grabbed the spare key he had. As he walked down the hall, a few people passed him, and he tucked his baseball hat lower to obscure his face. Once inside, he dropped his bag in the foyer, kicked off his shoes, and walked into the kitchen to place the takeout bags on the island. He saw the corkscrew and the cork and knew you'd probably had a stressful day of work. Walking toward your bedroom, he intended to knock, but as he approached, he could hear the muffled sounds of moans. Craning his neck to the door, he listened carefully. The moans got louder, he thought it was the TV, but when he heard a high pitched screech, he pressed his ear to the door. His heart was pounding, and he didn't know why.
"Aaah-mmmm. Yes."
That's not the TV, he thought. His instincts were to turn away and leave; he felt like he'd invaded on your privacy and was mortified for it. As he took a step to back away, it was then he heard it as plain as day.
"Oh, Henry!"
He stopped in his tracks and felt like he'd been hit by a train. The air rushed from his lungs, and the thought to leave was gone. Placing his hand on the doorknob, everything in him just wanted to walk in there and finally express himself. Before he turned the knob somehow, he got a grip on his desires and the fire in his belly. Clenching his jaw, he turned away from her door and walked back to the kitchen. He took out a bottle of Guinness from your fridge and gulped it all down without taking a breath. Once finished, he leaned forward and balled his fists. The thought of what you were doing behind that door was getting the better of him. He wondered if you were using your fingers or if you had a bullet or something more versatile. He wondered how long you'd been at it, if you always said his name, or if you were completely naked. He groaned and trekked back to the fridge and took another beer. Halfway through it, he decided he was done with this back and forth and waiting and he devised a plan.
Once he'd finished with the beer, he dropped both empty bottles in the garbage and walked back to your front door. He opened it and slammed it shut.
"Y/N! Are you here? Are you awake?"
He listened and heard a loud bang as if something dropped on the floor--or someone.
"Henry?!"
"Yeah. What's going on? Are you in the bedroom? I'll come to you."
"No, don't!"
He pinched his lips at the panic in your voice.
"I'll be right there. Give me a minute," you responded.
He walked back into the kitchen and unpacked the containers from your favorite restaurant and got the wine from the fridge. After a few minutes, you rushed into the kitchen in your black silk robe. He tapped into his acting skills.
"Hey. Were you sleeping?"
"Yeah, I um--I dozed off. Didn't even realize it."
"Are you sick?"
Shaking your head, no, you continued to avoid his eyes, "No, not sick, just feeling a little lethargic."
"That time of the month?"
"Nope." He knew instantly what time it was.
"Ah, I see, it's that other time," he responded with a nod. He'd teased her before about the way women got during their ovulation time. He'd always found it interesting mother nature's ultimate sabotage, especially if a woman wanted to stay away from children. She made it so your body worked against you. It was then he realized just what he'd walked in on. You were probably having the hardest time fighting it off.
"What're--what're you doing here? I thought you couldn't make it," you rushed out. You sounded as if you'd run a marathon.
"I couldn't, but I fought to get the hell out of there and here I am. Should I have not come? Did you have other plans tonight?"
He gave you an inquiring look keeping in mind what you were just doing. You looked at him and gave him an innocent look and shook your head before looking away from his eyes to look at the mountain of food containers.
"Nope, no other plans. Let's eat. What movie did you want to watch?"
You took a few of the containers and walked away to the living room. He chuckled under his breath and followed you with the rest of the food and wine.
You scanned the movies on Netflix and drank glass after glass of wine until you found an all-around movie, one with action, comedy, and romance. You both paid attention to the movie and joked between you, it was always comfortable with you, and he appreciated it. After a long day, you were probably the only thing that could help him de-stress. Throughout the movie, he initiated accidental touches that had you flinching back and looking away or smiling to yourself. When he took off his sweatshirt he pretended not to see you glancing over the exposed skin at his waist. He even pretended not to see you sink your teeth into your lip. It took everything in him to not react when he saw you suck your bottom lip in your mouth as you studied him when you thought he wasn't looking.
There were a few times when he thought you'd finally admit your feelings or give in to your wants, like when he reached over and wiped some sauce from your robe, or when his eyes dropped to your cleavage as he wiped the fabric, or when he unnecessarily brushed his butt against your hand as he passed in front of you. Still none of his actions elicited the wanted reaction, you looked like you were struggling yes, but still, you held tight to any confessions. That was when he decided to step up the tease. When you finished the last bite of your food, it left some sauce on the side of your mouth, he reached out and slowly wiped it with the pad of his thumb. It was meant to tease her, but as he did it, he was the one who had the most significant reaction. This was the first touch that he felt was intimate. In this moment he wanted you and didn’t want to play any games.
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-Y/N-
You couldn't breathe, think, or move. You doubted he knew just what he was doing to you. He had to be clueless at the power he held over you. Your brain was mush, and you were dripping wet. You scolded yourself, in the rush to hide all evidence of your masturbation you’d forgotten to put on underwear. The fact that you were completely naked and filled with an unfathomable amount of need for him was too much to bear. You knew that if you got up the evidence of your arousal would be easy to see soaked on the couch. Pressing your knees together you looked away from Henry and back to the TV. You frantically looked around to find the wine bottle. From beside you, you heard Henry release a breath. You looked to him and watched as he rubbed his forehead and tipped the hat off his head. His hair was slightly tousled, and you just wanted to touch it.
"So how much longer are we going to dance around this, love?"
You barely heard the question you were so lost in watching his hair and the energy it took to fight your wants and ignore everything your body that was running on crazy hormones was telling you to do. You hated ovulation week it was hell, especially whenever you were around him. The fact that you hadn't even finished before you heard him come through the door made it that much worse. Your body was on high alert. Shaking your head, you looked at him and heard the words he'd spoken.
"What?"
"It's been years and years aren't you tired?"
You gaped at him genuinely confused what he was getting at.
"I'm confused--,"
"I'm tired, bollocks I'm exhausted, and that's just from tonight," Henry admitted.
"What are you exhausted about from tonight? What's going on? Work?"
"I'm exhausted because I've had to pretend I didn't hear you pleasing yourself while moaning my name all night. I've had to pretend I'm not picturing what is underneath that robe or how it would feel to have your mouth on my skin. I'm exhausted and have no idea how you're not after doing all this pretending for years."
The blood pumped in your ears, and then the ringing began. Your heart pounded so fast you thought you were going to have a heart attack. You couldn't think, all you could do was hear his words replaying in your head. You couldn't believe your ears. Not only had he just called you out like hardcore called you out, he'd eluded to wanting what you wanted. Your jaw dropped, and you looked away and around the room, unable to speak. What could you say? You knew what you wanted to say. Quickly your head snapped back to him just as his tongue peeked out to dance across his lips. Your mouth went dry. The moment stretched on for what felt like an eternity, neither of you spoke, neither of you moved. Just as you thought to Henry darted across the couch and crushed his lips to yours, delving his tongue into your mouth. He expertly kissed you and claimed your mouth as his, a claim you didn't dare object to. Instinctively your hand clasped the nape of his neck, and you allowed your fingers to sink into the hair there. Henry groaned on your lips and the wall you'd carefully built around all you pent up desires for him collapsed. Behind this wall was every dirty dream, filthy whim, deep dark desire, and every fantasy you'd ever had about him.
You climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs, deepening the kiss and bringing your hand to join the other entangled in his hair. It was soft, so soft. Henry's hands gripped your hips and squeezed. You could feel his length growing as it pressed onto the need between your legs. Moaning again you pulled his head back by his hair. His loud grunt was followed by a husky groan. You kissed, licked and nibbled his neck before biting on the lobe of his ear. In an instant, he'd flipped you onto the couch and pressed his muscular body on you. his lips retuned to yours as he took control of the kiss. His beard rubbing against your skin gave you a delicious chill down your spine that curled around to your belly and ignited into flames. You moaned and dropped your hand to the swell of his backside and squeezed.
"Christ Y/N!"
The sound of your name on his lips made the pulsating between your thighs increase and beg for attention. As if sensing what you needed, you felt Henry's hands trailing up your leg to the inside of your thigh before his finger slowly met the wetness that had trailed down to your upper thigh. Then his finger grazed across your aching lips and to the greedy bud screaming for him. You gasped loudly tearing your lips from his as you arched backward. Henry swirled his finger over your bud then delved between your folds, feeling you more intimately than ever for the first time. As his fingers met with your sopping core, he groaned and dropped his head to your neck where he gently bit the skin there.
"Fuck!"
Whimper after whimper begged him to stop the teasing, but he didn’t. He continued to use your wetness to slick around your need. You knew you were close.
"Is this how you do it? Hmm Y/N? is this how you please yourself while you think of me?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, all you could do was moan more. Henry's fingers sped up then slowed only to speed up again. He was teasing you. You didn't doubt he knew how close you were and wanted to toy with you. When you knew you couldn't take it anymore, you felt Henry slip a finger inside your desperate heat and sink it to the hilt before he added a second finger. When he pulled it back, he slowly pressed forward again your hand flung to the back of the couch and squeezed it feeling your orgasm begin to uncurl within you. Suddenly henry pulled his fingers from you and sat up. His hair was a mess, lips red from your kisses and eyes dark with desire. He placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was enough to send more heat through you.
"Bed. Now!"
The order was laced with urgency, an urgency you felt as well. Standing up, you wobbled to your bedroom and quickly glanced in the mirror and tried to fix yourself up as best as you could. When you got out the bath, you didn't lotion or do any of your beauty rituals and thought to do it to make sure he had the best experience possible but when you heard his feet trotting across the wood floor, you shook the idea out your head and hurried to your bed. When he walked in, he tsked.
"Since you're not in that bed already just stand right there," Henry ordered.
You stood at the side of the bed and watched him walk in your room. It was an action he'd done dozens of times throughout your friendship only this time nothing about the move was platonic. He stopped in front of you and touched the ends of the knot you'd tied and pulled on the material to loosen said knot. Anticipation gripped your heart, and so did the nerves. He'd never seen you naked before, and you were worried he wouldn't like what he saw. The robe hung just off your skin, and he used his pointers to trace up the material to your shoulders and pushed it off. Effortlessly the silk fell to the floor, leaving you fully bare before him.
Henry's eyes slowly drank in every inch of your figure from the swell of your breasts to the curves at your waist and hips. When his eyes stopped at the apex of your thighs, you bit down onto your bottom lip and tried to fight the urge to run and hide.
"God, you're gorgeous," his husky voice smoldered. Searching his eyes for any hint of a lie, you found none. You stepped into him and kissed him again. You doubted you'd ever get enough of his lips. Henry took control and gripped your hip and pulled you against his body. You groaned hating the feel of all his clothes. You grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and lifted, allowing your fingers to graze his abs.
"Too much clothes," you managed to groan out.
Smiling against you, he wasted no time pulling the shirt over his head. You looked over his torso and smiled; he was gorgeous and thicc. You loved his body, always had and the build he had for this movie was one of your favorites. Henry turned you so the backs of your thighs bumped into your bed and hovered over you until you sunk into your plush comforter. Henry climbed on the bed and laced kisses across your body starting from your hip to your belly button, then to your ribcage and your exposed breast. The second you felt his lips around your nipple you arched back and gasped in. Henry sucked your hardened numb in his mouth and suckled.
Mewls of pleasure escaped your lips, and when you felt his mouth on your other breast, you sank your hands in his hair and hugged his head to you. Before you had time to get lost in your pleasure, Henry pulled your hands from his hair and stretched them over your head and hovered over you once again. You felt cold metal around your wrist, but it didn't register. When you tried to pull your hands back, they didn't move. You looked overhead and saw he'd cuffed you to the headboard. Glancing back to him, you saw a smile.
"There is a toll to pay. Eight years you've hidden how you felt, eight years you've made us suffer, eight years you've lied. Your toll is eight."
Crinkling your brow, you pulled your arms again but to no avail, "Eight what?"
Henry parted your thighs and dropped his lips to your neck where he softly kissed you then traced the tip of his tongue down your body. When he made it to your breasts, he sucked your nipple into his mouth again. Your moans began again and but when you felt his teeth nibble the bud you gasped and pulled your head up to watch him wreak havoc on your body. Glancing up to you briefly you saw him smile.
"Eight orgasms," he cooly said before he moved his lips across your stomach down to your pelvis. You couldn't believe your ears or what was happening. The man you'd been in love with for so long and pinned for was kissing and licking your body and promising you orgasms, orgasms you didn't have to give yourself. Your anxiousness shone through with another yank of your hands. As Henry settled between your leg, she came face to face with your sex and examined you without touching. After almost a minute the anticipation coursing through you seeped to the surface, and you released a small whine.
"What're you doing?"
"You are so wet for me Y/N. It's beautiful." He kissed your pelvis, and you pinched your lips together to stop the sounds threatening to spill out.
Every kiss he dropped to your skin came closer and closer to where you wanted his mouth the most. Giving you one last glance and a cocky smirk, he kissed your swollen and needy pearl. This was no simple kiss; this kiss was slow and ended with him sucking your flesh into his mouth. You didn't even know it was coming, but when you arched your back, you felt your orgasm rip through you. As you came, Henry didn't stop; he only sped his movements and flicked his tongue against you. It felt as if butterfly wings were fluttering on you and it pulled away another orgasm from you. All that was heard was the sounds of your moans, whines and pants and the clattering of the handcuffs against your headboard.
He never allowed your body to cool. After your second climax slowed, his hand crept up to your breast and tweaked your nipple. You couldn't stop the loud whine that he pried from you this time, and honestly, you didn't want to. Part of you was embarrassed that after barley five minutes between your thighs you'd already came twice and on the verge of a third. You didn't know what you expected, but this wasn't it. For the next several minutes, Henry gave you two more orgasms before he lifted his lips from you. They were red and wet, and you wanted him more than you ever had before. You attempted to move to him, forgetting your state of confinement and groaned out your frustration. He smiled.
"You still owe four more."
"I can't."
He gave you a devilish smirk one that made your skin heat all over again. You bit your bottom lip just before he buried his head between your legs again. You arched your head backward and let your moans free, one after the other. He was clearly on a mission, and you were his captive and at his mercy. As his tongue quickly maneuvered bringing you to a whimpering writing mess when you felt him slip two fingers inside you that was it.
"Fuck, Henry!!!!"
You heard him moan and slurp against your skin, you wanted to watch but couldn't muster the coordination that action required, all you could do was buck against his mouth as he tried to suck you dry. When you looked at him, his beard was soaked, and he held a fire in his eyes that you'd never seen before. Henry rose off the bed and stood beside the bed. You watched him undo his pants and pull them off with his boxer-briefs. The first sight of him in all his glory before you had your jaw dropping. You'd imagined how he'd look hundreds of times. When you imagined it you could never get it right, you had no idea what to expect, but this was not it. Your imagination didn't prepare you at all. He was intimidatingly big and thick. He was beautiful. Henry's hands dropped to his length and slid up back and forth a few times. It was a mouthwatering sight.
"I've wanted you for so long, I've imagined how this moment would play out tens of times, but now that it's here--I'm not going to go slow. I fear I can't, love."
His voice was low and laced with so much emotion. You bit hard on your bottom lip, trying to keep your emotions in check. Henry walked back to the bed and climbed on and settled between your welcoming thighs. You were going to have a heart attack you were sure of it, and the thought of it made you anxious and even more aroused. Your hands kept trying to break free from the handcuffs, but each attempt failed with a loud clatter of the metal against your headboard. Every time you tried, Henry smiled, he was enjoying your struggle. Your eyes dropped to his protruding desire just as he placed it atop your pubis. The heaviness of his thickness made you moan in anticipation. You could see the moisture dripping from him and bit your lip again as your eyes met.
"Do you want me Y/N?"
You nodded your head instantly, not caring how it made you look. You wanted him bad and didn't bother to hide it any longer. Henry pulled back and slid the tip of his need across your aching sex, making sure he connected with your clit. You gasped and closed your eyes you knew it would be a matter of seconds before you came again if he continued this slow torture.
"I can't hear you, love. Do--,"
He lined himself up with your opening focusing intently.
"You--."
He then rubbed himself against you coating his thickness with your juices, again your hands pulled against the cuffs.
"Want--."
Henry slipped his length back up to your clit and forcefully nudged it.
"Aaah!"
"Me."
"Yes, fuck yes! I want you, Henry, I've wanted you for eight years, and I want you still. I love you!"
With a wild look and no more hesitation, Henry flicked his hips forward and sheathed himself within your cavernous heat. The shock of the action and the ripple of pleasure that erupted in you made you scream out and yank your hands at the same time yet another orgasm violently coursed through you. Henry grunted loudly but stilled his movements. When you looked to him, you could see the struggle in him, his jaw was clenched, and his chest was heaving. Circling his hips your thighs instinctively came together, Henry pulled them apart again and pushed them back to the mattress where he held them down. He groaned loudly, pulled his hips back, and snapped them forward again; the force made your breasts jiggle, prompting another moan from his lips.
"Christ! Mmmm, eight years Y/N. Eight years you've kept this feeling from us. Eight years!"
His hips picked up pace and gliding in and out of you at a maddening pace, one that was doing wonders with muddling your brain. Every time he connected your bodies, your body jerked with the feel of him stroking that sensitive spot within you. You felt your toes curl in a matter of minutes and that was the only warning you gave before you screeched out and rewarded him with orgasm number seven. Clenching around him, Henry sunk back onto his haunches and pulled your body down to him and sunk even deeper into you. You had no idea how you took him and weren't screaming bloody murder.
"Oh love, you take me so well, do fucking well!"
You nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing. As he plowed into you with reckless abandon, you didn't bother hiding his effect. You screamed his name freely and welcomed everything he gave. When he straightened your legs and held them in the air together lifted your backside off the bed, the change of angle gave him your eighth orgasm, one that had you squirting all over him yet again.
"Yes, Y/N, cum for me, come all over my cock!" his voice sounded as if he were on the verge of losing it. Henry parted your thighs again and leaned over you then grabbed your neck as he quickly delved in and out of your slickness.
"You're so tight. You feel incredible!"
The roughness in his voice only pushed you farther and farther to the edge, the edge you knew that had no bottom and would result in you being hopelessly in love and completely ruined by him. Once over that edge, you knew you'd be ruined for every man that wasn't him.
"Fuck, yes, yes Henry, please!"
"Please what love?"
"Please don't stop, please!"
"Never!" He gently squeezed your neck as his strokes lost their coordination. You knew he was close and rose your hips to meet him as you clenched around him. His eyes snapped to you, and it was then you heard a deep predatorial growl rumble. You'd never been this turned on in your life and he knew it, you could tell. Henry used his free hand to swirl his thumb around your clit, and that was the last push you needed. Screeching loudly, you arched off the bed and wildly thrashed your hips against his determined to pull him with you over the edge. Henry's mouth dropped open, and you heard him moan loudly before a yelp took over. As you clenched around him, you felt him release every drop of his essence deep within you. Your moans and pants of pleasure intertwined as one just as your bodies were. He dropped his body to yours and tried to bury himself deeper inside you as his body began to shake. You pulled his hair, forcing his head back to kiss him, a kiss he eagerly returned with the same passion you felt.
After nearly ten minutes of Henry resting atop you still buried within your well-coated heat, you stirred, realizing you could move your hands. You hadn't even realized when he'd uncuffed you; you were too lost in the afterglow of the best sex you'd ever had. Your smile spread across your face, and soon joy filled you.
"I can hear you smiling," Henry breached.
You snorted and pinched your lips together just as he lifted his head to look at you.
"Going to tell me why or do I have to read your mind?"
"Try it," you challenged with a smile. You knew he loved a challenge.
"If I guess right you owe me another toll," Henry suggested.
Snorting, you shook your head and slightly shifted underneath him. The action made him suck in a rush of air then groan. You could feel him hardening inside you. Shocked you widened your eyes at him making him laugh loudly in the quiet room.
"My god, you're insatiable," you accused.
"You're smiling because that toy you have in that top drawer never made you cum nine times in a row and never left you feeling this satisfied. That smile is you realizing just how perfect we are."
You smiled again and rolled your eyes.
"Looks like another toll is due," he teased before he kissed you again this time slowly. He then gazed into your eyes and gently caressed your cheek.
"I love you Y/N, I've always loved you. I will always love you. You are more than good enough. "
Smiling again, you kissed him and rolled on top of him. It was going to be a long, toe-curling weekend.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: About Time (2013)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Lake/Mary (About Time)
Characters: Tim Lake, Mary (About Time), Kit Kat Lake, Posy Lake
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff
Summary:
Tim starts to tell the story about the way that he and Mary had met and while conversing in the dark, immediately connected, laughing over stumbling forks and hands and cursing whoever invented dine in the dark restaurants. He’s excited to tell the part about how he asked for Mary’s number on the street after both their friends had run off— “those two buffoons,” he’s ready to chuckle heartily— but he doesn’t get far at all. Mary is looking at him, instead, like he’s grown another set of legs.
“What are you talking about? We met at that lame party, remember?”
A/N: Another long one. Hope you enjoy it. Also, please excuse any typos or spacing issues, this is loosely proofread and edited.
Summary: Saturdays are meant for staying in bed, and that is exactly what you and Henry intend on doing.
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The sun was the enemy. Squinting your eyes, you held your hand up trying to blot it out; still it peeked through the cracks between your fingers. Groaning you rolled over in the bed. Your face dug into the pillow on the other side of the bed. Cuddling up to it you moaned and inhaled a scent you were familiar with—Henry’s scent. Your mind didn’t think anything of it until it came to realize his scent was entangled with your pillow, an intimate place. Your eyes jolted open, and you sat up. Once you did your memory caught up with you. The memory of last night and this morning and up until a few hours ago. Your face spread out into a wide smile that you’d be embarrassed to have anyone else see. You dropped back onto the bed and used the free pillow to cover your face and scream into it.
After a few moments, you calmed yourself and sat up to lean against the headboard. Beside you the handcuffs clanked, again you smiled and tried to contain the glee that was threatening to seep out. You looked around finally taking notice that you were alone. Once you stepped out of bed you wrapped the sheet around your body and made it to your bathroom. As you looked at your reflection you didn’t recognize yourself. Your hair was everywhere, under your eyes were slightly puffy, and your neck, shoulders, and chest were covered in hickeys.
“Holy shit.” You looked like you’d been thoroughly fucked. The thought had you grinning like a thief before you began your morning routine, which involved a shower.
After you’d finished you wrapped in your towel and walked out to the empty living room. When you noticed the kitchen was also empty you began to wonder where Henry was. You looked in the fridge and saw the only thing you had in there was a bottle of wine and some leftover take out.
“Shit, I forgot to go to the market,” you groaned out, rubbing your forehead. Just as you were chastising yourself you heard your door open and close and the rustling of bags. Poking your head out you saw Henry approaching with his arms filled with bags.
“Woah.” You scurried to get out his way. Once in the kitchen, he piled the bags onto the island and looked to you with a sigh.
“I was wondering where you went,” you said.
“I looked in your fridge, and once I saw wine and leftover Chinese I knew you didn’t get a chance to go to the market and no matter how much I love wine and Chinese I’m not having that for breakfast.”
You smirked and shook your head and watched him unpack the groceries. He looked like he belonged in your kitchen and you loved it. After a few minutes, he looked to you, catching you gawking at him. He smiled, and that made you smile.
“What’re you smiling at?”
“Nothing.” He didn’t accept that, he stopped what he was doing and walked around to you, stopping just before you. Henry’s eyes skimmed your body, and he smiled again.
“Tell me,” Henry urged.
“It’s nothing; you just looked like you belonged here. It was cute.” Henry smiled wider and closed the distance between you as he lowered his head to yours. He kissed your cheek softly.
“Hi,” he said. You smiled.
“Hi.” He moved to your jaw and placed another kiss.
“Hi,” he repeated. You giggled and nodded.
“Hi.” His lips touched yours with a juicy peck and another until it intensified, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. God he could kiss. He drew a moan from you then he pulled back with a smile.
“Good morning.”
“Mmm, morning.” He kissed you once again before he went back to what he was doing.
“Are you hungry?”
“For what exactly?” You smiled and sat back in one of the barstools that were around the small island. Henry smiled at you before he walked to the fridge to place the items in his hands inside. As he bent over you watched the muscles in his back elongate. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as your eyes roamed his back down to his taut waist and finally, his perfect derrière. You smiled and unconsciously released a soft moan. Henry spun around catching you before your eyes had a chance to look away.
“Naughty Nancy, you’re caught,” he exclaimed as he walked back over with a broad smile on his perfectly symmetrical face.
You leaned back into the stool and tried to return your face to its stoic expression.
“Tell me, what are you hungry for love?’
Your heart skipped a beat. You always loved hearing him call you that. “Love.” As friends it made your heart do somersaults, but now as more it made you breathless, dizzy, giddy and wet at the same time. At the thought of you being more you began to wonder what were you exactly. Yeah last night was amazing, and you’d admitted to him how your felt, and he’d said the words also but it was not another day. Whispered desires in the night are always different in the stark light of day. Your hesitation had you biting your bottom lip contemplatively. Henry’s movements stilled across the island. You felt his hand rest on yours.
“Where did you go Y/N?”
“Nowhere, sorry. What’re you making?”
You knew he sensed your bullshit, knew he could probably see right through you. You ignored it and scanned all the ingredients he had scattered about the island. When you looked to him, his expression was a soft one. His eyes bored into you as if he were trying to tell you that you could in fact talk to him. You knew you could—then, now everything felt different. After realizing that you didn’t intend on confiding in him, Henry nodded
“I was thinking my famous omelets, side of some hash and maybe some of the fruit you love,” he listed off. Smiling you nodded in agreement and went to his side prepared to help. He turned his body to yours and lowered his lips to you giving you a sweet kiss. He could still set you on fire with a simple move. You smiled to yourself as the two of you began making breakfast. For the next twenty minutes the two of you moved around the kitchen and each other with expert grace. He knew where everything was and quickly maneuvered perfecting the meal. Most of the time you couldn’t help but stand back an watch him work. You loved watching him use his hands; you enjoyed seeing all the muscles dance under his skin. Then every time the sun peeked through the window and hit his skin it made him look like a bronzed God. You literally had to shake yourself back to reality before he caught you. The kitchen filled with the amazing smells of his cooking and your mouth watered every second you had to wait.
By the time Henry placed two plates down at the table in your dining room, you were starving and not just for food. You both savored the food as you ate and chatted about mundane things. After you’d both nearly finished all the food you sat back and sipped the mimosas he’d made.
“So do you want to tell me what that was in the kitchen?”
You knew he hadn’t let it go. Sighing you swallowed using the time to formulate your words.
“It’s nothing really—” you began before he cut you off. “Then tell me.” Shaking your head you decide just to spill it because he would never let it go without an answer.
“It’s just earlier you called me love—,” henry interrupted you again. “I always call you love.”
“Yeah I know, it’s just this time you did it, and it made me wonder if it meant something different than it did two days ago,” you rushed out feeling self-conscious and insecure. Even though you were averting your eyes you could still feel him smiling. “Why would it mean anything different?” Your eyes rose to his. He had an amused glint in his crystal blue eyes. You wondered if he were laughing at you. Were you being silly?
“It—doesn’t have to mean anything really, I was just curious. Never mind, forget it.” Henry put his fork down and slid his chair closer to yours, then straightened yours so you were facing him with your legs in between his. He tipped your chin up, so you were looking in his eyes. “Are you looking at me, love?”
Your heart fluttered again and try as you did not to smile; it still happened. “I've only ever called you love, no one else, just you. So love does not mean anything different to me today than it did last week. I loved you then, and I love you now.” You searched his eyes, hoping to decipher any hint of a lie, but there was no lie to find. Henry brought his big hand to your cheek and gently glided his thumb across your cheekbone. “I was in love with you last week, last month, two years ago and I am in love with you now, today Y/N. Never mistake it.”
You wanted to cry, but instead you crashed your lips to his and led a sultry kiss. Henry quickly pulled you onto his lap and cupped your backside pulling you directly on his growing need. Your moans evaporated in his hot mouth and seemed to feed his own desire for you. He stood holding you firmly against his body and walked back to your bedroom. Your hands traveled down to the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to peel it off of him. Once you were successful you clamped your mouth to his neck and attacked the spot you’d learned last night brought him pleasure. Henry’s moans echoed in your room before he gently laid you across your bed.
You watched him undress and got lost in all the beautiful skin he revealed to you. He was a God among mere men, he truly looked like he was sent to this Earth from a superior planet and your palms itched to touch and explore every inch of him. Once he’d freed himself, he hovered over your robe-clad body and kissed you with urgency. “You’re so beautiful.” The words felt like a gentle breeze across your skin on a bright summer day, words you willed yourself to believe. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to the countless others before you.
As if hearing your thoughts, Henry pinned your arms above your head and gazed into your eyes. “You are perfect Y/N, every single inch of you from our hair—,” he kissed the top of your head then drew back. “To you your shoulders—,” again he lowered his lips to each of your shoulders kissing them fondly. “To your—,” you could feel his hands loosening the ties of your robe, you pulled your hand free and touched his hand to stop him, and that was when he gave you a warning look. Biting your bottom lip you allowed him to nonverbally convince you to allow him to see you. Once your wrist returned to his he let them both go giving you freedom. Henry pushed the robe to the side, uncovering your naked body for his hungry eyes.
“To your perfect breasts.” He kissed around each of your breasts until he reached your nipple. Once there, he rolled it between his lips then softly nibble. You moaned and gripped the sheets of the bed. “Down to your stomach—,” another kiss was dropped to your skin this time he sucked the flesh into his mouth and applied pressure enough to leave a mark. As he traveled down your body placing kisses on various parts of your body; your hip, your thighs, knees, calves, ankles and finally your foot you felt every worry leave you about how you looked or if you lived up to his expectations, all you felt was the love you had for him.
Your back arched when he slipped one of your toes into his mouth and sucked on it. It felt amazing, almost to the point of feeling too good. You couldn’t stop the moans that left you or your hands balling the sheets beside you. When you looked to him, his eyes were glued to you, taking everything in.
“Come to me,” you pleaded already needing more of him than he was giving. Henry shook his head and kissed a trail up to your calf, behind your knee, to your inner thigh. The tease was delicious. Once his lips kissed, licked and sucked dangerously close to the junction of your thighs you were perched onto your elbows watching his every move. “I want to taste every inch of you Y/N.” Your mouth ran dry and in the same instant, his lips connected to the most intimate part of you. You panted loudly dropping your head back to lull and take in every second of pleasure he wreaked on your body.
The way he kissed was just a slight indication of how he stole your breath when he was between your legs. You struggled to get a full breath because, with every passing moment, the heat in your belly rose exponentially. You writhed and held firmly to his curly hair both trying to pull him away and pull him closer. You were so turned on that you knew your orgasm was going to be quick and blinding. “Oh my god, Henry!” He moaned his response and sped up the flicks o his tongue, something he learned last night was the trick to pushing you over the threshold. You screamed and held tightly to his hair and came right on his mouth. Henry didn’t seem to mind instead of loosening your grip he pushed his mouth against your sex and sucked your clit into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Your body convulsed as tremor after tremor broke from you. Still, Henry didn’t stop the onslaught of his mouth, no he released his suck on your clit only to flick the oversensitive bud again. Just like that you were dragged into another release. “Oh my god, aaah!” Your squeals filled the room, and you were sure your neighbors could hear you. You didn’t care. When Henry finally tore his mouth from your core he placed wet kisses along your stomach up to your breast where he licked an sucked to his heart's content.
“Your body responds to me so well; it spoils me, love. For the life of me I cannot understand how you could ever think you weren’t good enough. How could you ever think you were anything but absolutely perfect, breathtaking and so damn beautiful.” He was like a hypnotist; every word he uttered only pulled you deeper and deeper into the heaven you were in. He knew just what to say and what to do. It was as if your body was made solely for him. Henry’s lips dropped to yours and kissed you with a heat you’d only ever dreamed of or read about in an erotic novel. It was a kiss that stole your breath and what was left of your senses. You moaned then gasped once you felt his thick fingers slid into your, heat.
“Oh, Henry, yes!” With your head arched back you gave him complete access to the spot on your neck that always brought you to your knees, and he took advantage of it sucking your skin into his mouth. As his fingers slowly slid in and out of your core his lips did their job to make you dizzy. “Oh.” The only words you could muster as you fought against the rising tide within you. He sped his digits and plunged them deeper into your depth and then curled them upward. “Fuck!” You pulled your head up, and there he was staring into your eyes. He knew what he was doing, and he wanted to watch you come undone. When your teeth sunk into your bottom lip his did the same as he angled his fingers like a hook and stroked the rippled bud that you had no power to fight against. In a matter of seconds, you came again all over his fingers. Henry’s eyes left yours and looked down between your legs then groaned. He dropped down to lap at the juices that came from you. “Mm, you taste like champagne.”
Something inside of you went wild, and you pushed and rolled onto of him straddling him. his smile was broad, and his lips glistened with your essence. “If you wanted to be in control all you had to do was ask, love.” You smiled and passionately kissed him. It was a passion he echoed. It didn’t take long for him to steal your breath, after mere seconds you were breathless and rocking your body against his throbbing need. Henry groaned from the sensation of your wet core sliding across him. his hands gripped your hips and squeezed holding you in place. The look on his face said he was barely hanging on. You smiled. “Can’t take it?” A chuckle escaped him before he licked his lips delectably slow. “I can take all you offer.” You kissed him again. His lips were meant for kissing, and he should be kissed often.
Henry broke his lips from yours and moaned. “Seems I am at your mercy Y/N.” Smiling, you looked over his muscular chest, and a plethora of dirty thoughts flashed through your head. “Seems you are.” His smile widened, and you knew a few of those dirty thoughts also popped into his mind. Henry lifted his hands above his head and laid them flat. “Do your worst, my love.” Smiling you kissed him again, but before he could deepen it and distract you, you moved your lips to his neck and softly nipped the junction at his neck and shoulder. He grunted you could feel his bicep lurch, and it made you wetter. As you traveled across his collar to one perfectly formed peck you nuzzled your face into the soft hair that decorated his chest. You remembered every time over the years you saw the peeks of black hair from underneath his shirts it always sent your heart rate into overdrive. You desperately wanted to be close enough to cuddle into it. Now you were.
Before you got lost in it, you moved your mouth to one pert nipple and slowly licked around it before you nibbled on it. As your nibbles went from soft to firm, Henry’s moans went from breathy to audible grunts. You didn’t know if he was tightly wound and in need of a release or if you really could evoke such a reaction from a man like him, either way you loved this newfound power. You echoed the same actions to the other nipple and slowly kissed, licked and nipped your way over each rock-hard ab to the deep indentations at his waist that made girls stupid. You were no different. You just gawked at him still completely flabbergasted he was actually in your bed, underneath you, completely naked and you could do whatever you wanted to him. The fact that his breathing changed didn’t escape you.
Peppering kisses along his oblique muscles, you finally made it to his pleasure trail, and you could tell he was just as relieved as you that you were nearing the end of the rainbow. He wanted you to find the pot of gold just as badly as you wanted it. Glancing up at him you suddenly became nervous seeing his eyes were glued to your every move. His mouth was in the shape of a perfect “o” and his eyes were dark. It made your core quiver and made you fumble. “Don’t stop Y/N, please don’t stop.” They were gentle words, words said barely above a whisper, but their impact hit like a ton of bricks. He wanted you.
Moving your lips to his thighs, you kissed a path down deliberately passing the prize you wanted. Your cheek softly grazed his length, and he sucked in a violent breath and dropped his head back to the mattress. “Christ!” You smiled and moved to his other thigh to do the same thing. When you made your way back to his pelvis you felt a heavy thud to your jaw. You slowly backed off the bed all the while never taking your eyes off his. You sank to your knees and sat the floor. Without needing to say a word Henry slid the few inches to the edge of the bed. When he rested on his elbows his thickness bobbed in the air. Your eyes widened slightly and watched in awe. It went around in an uneven circle then back and forth and finally side to side. It was like watching an acrobatic circus act; you couldn’t take your eyes off it. Every second that passed your mouth watered. The look on Henry’s face spoke of desire, control, and need.
“Don’t be shy. Say hello.”
Fuck, you thought. That one statement shouldn’t have affected you the way it did. You inched closer to his blessing and tipped your tongue out. You slowly licked from base to tip, and the entire time Henry let out a relieved, “ah.” You did it again and again, on the fourth trip, his length pulsated lifting itself off your tongue to drop back down with a wet “thwack.” His groan was followed with a guttural, “shit.” Feeling a little more confidence you lowered your mouth onto him and slowly allowed him to dip into your heated mouth. Your eyes met, and you didn’t have to wonder how it felt for him, it was written as plain as day across his face. Once you’d taken a little more than half of him, you clamped your lips around him and sucked as you pulled your mouth off him again.
“Oh, bloody--,” he didn’t finish his sentence; instead he let out a high-pitched grunt.
You didn’t waste any time doing it again and picking up the speed of which your mouth worked him. Soon his hand brushed your hair from your cheek to softly caress it. “So beautiful,” he whispered. You latched your hands at the base of his cock and mirrored the actions your mouth made. It was then when Henry’s hand found its way to the top of your head. He gently directed your head on him making you take a few more inches into your throat. You moaned and tried to suppress your gag.
He was big, bigger than you’d ever had, but you didn’t want to give up so you relaxed your throat the best you could and allowed him to direct you in pleasing him. His moans became louder and louder until they turned to deep grunts and groans. Suddenly he pulled your mouth from his cock and flipped you onto the bed then buried his head between your legs and lapped at the new wetness there.
“Oh my god, Henry!” The vibration of his moan on your clit almost made you lose your mind. He ripped his mouth from you and kneeled there between your legs. He made no moves, he just stared down at your naked, sprawled open body. “What?” He shook his head.
“You’re beautiful Y/N, absolutely breathtaking. You believed him, but still, you felt the stings of self-consciousness. He could tell. “Touch yourself, show me how you did it while thinking of me.” Your jaw almost dropped, one from his gall and two from the request. He had to be joking. Looking at his face you could tell he wasn’t. “What?” his eyes ravaged your body again. “You heard me. Show me.”
“I can’t.” You began to move ready to grab a sheet and hide behind it. He stopped you with one large hand on your belly. “Of course you can. I thought this couldn’t happen yet look where we are. Show me.” Henry’s free hand gripped his cock and slowly stroked it; it was still slick from your saliva. You got lost watching him and forgot about his request. When his hand stopped, you looked back to him. He raised an eyebrow as if to say, “I’m waiting.” You bit your bottom lip nervous all over again. “Y/N,” Henry coxed one last time. Sighing you moved your hand to your belly. “No, start at those beautiful breasts.”
You were going to die from embarrassment; you thought to yourself as you slowly moved your hand up to your breast. You traced a lazy swirling pattern around your skin until you made it to a hardened nipple. You circled it then pinched it between your fingers. Henry intently watched your actions. After a few moments you did the same to the other breasts then cupped them both and held them like sacrificial offerings to him. He slowly licked his lips before he sucked them into his mouth.
After a few minutes, you moved one of your hands down your stomach to rest at your pelvis. You purposefully didn’t move for a few seconds to see what he would do. After the tenth-second, Henry looked to you with only his eyes, and you knew looks could kill, but you didn’t realize looks could make you come. You gasped and arched your back and came right in front of him. After a few seconds he realized it, and the tight clench of his jaw was the sign he was losing it. Henry grunted, and you saw his cock pulsate more forcing it to bob in the air.
You continued your decent, and once your fingers touched your clit you gasped again. “Shit.” You knew if you continued with this it wouldn’t be long until you came again. You slowly circled your aching bud and tried to control the urge to come. Henry’s hand gripped his hardness again and began stroking, slowly at first. Seeing his movements made you speed your own and as you sped up so did he. He groaned and whispered your name over and over. “Show me how wet you are love.” Your hands moved of their own volition. You spread yourself so he could see just what he did to you. Once he saw his hand continued its work. The sight of him pleasing himself because of you was the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and it turned you on in ways you hadn’t been prepared for. You continued to circle your clit and decided not to hold back. Your other hand continued to tweak your nipple, and in seconds you could feel your orgasm coming.
“Come for me, Y/N. Show me.” You arched your back again and applied a bit more pressure, and it was all you needed before you came again with him watching as you did. Before your body stopped writing henry lowered himself between your legs and joined your bodies in one thrust. You screeched, the new sensation had you clenching around him coming even harder. Henry didn’t stop his thrusts; he quickly plowed into you as if on a mission to make you blackout. You knew your neighbors could hear you and wondered if they were sitting around listening to the two of you fuck like rabbits.
“Fuck Y/N, you’re still so tight, so damn tight,” Henry hissed out. Each time he delved into your slickness he sunk deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock nudged the bundle of nerves in you that cried for release. Shit you thought, you might very well blackout. Your orgasm was not taking its time with its approach, it was barreling forward at the speed of a thousand galloping horses, and every time Henry snapped his hips forward your heart pounded faster and faster. Your breasts shook with the force of each connection. Henry lowered his mouth to your nipple and sucked until his teeth clamped around it. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. “Aaah!” You gripped his back, Henry let your nipple go and hissed again and snapped his hips forward more forcefully. “Fuck!” You couldn’t believe you could take all of him.
“Fuck Y/N, you feel like mine!” You clenched around his need at the word “mine.” “Yours?” Henry grunted louder this time; no doubt the new tightness was making it harder for him to remain in control. “Mine!” His thrusts became sloppy, but his precision remained on point. As if to prove his point he slammed into you and ground his hips in a circle. There was no telling where you began, and he ended. Your grip on his back tightened, and his hissing became louder. Henry grunted when he thrust once, twice, and a third then repeated grinding his hips into you. You knew you were right at the precipice of total destruction. He pulled back nearly completely and slammed into you again, then again, and finally, you screamed as a blinding hot white light beamed behind your eyes and your lungs expanded and constricted but didn’t take in any air. Your chest burned and your legs cramped. Henry groaned almost animalistically, and you felt his seed spill deep inside of you. Neither of you could move, Henry could only try to bury himself deeper into you as he emptied every last drop in you.
By the time he dripped beside you, you were barely conscious. When he touched the mattress, he sucked in a pained breath. You lazily looked to him half-delirious, but you weren’t capable of words. Henry rolled to you and claimed your lips in a slow, but sensual kiss. You moaned feeling your body coming back to life. You were utterly exhausted, but you wanted him again, you couldn’t understand it. Somehow you wrapped your arm around him, resting your hand on his back. Again, Henry hissed out in pain. “What’s wrong?” He eased onto his elbow with an exhausted groan. “My back.” He rolled a little, and you saw the bright red welts across his back. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god.” You turned him so you could fully see. “What is it?” All across his back were red scratch marks and nail indentations. You covered your mouth in horror but snorted your amusement. “What is it?” Henry looked back not the mirror of your headboard and saw what you were reacting to.
“Oh my god, Henry I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I have no idea what came over me,” you rushed out. When he looked at you he didn’t look angry; instead, he looked as if he wasn’t fazed. “Eh, it happens.” You wrinkled your eyebrow then raised them in shock. “You’re not upset? Won’t this be hard to explain away for set?” He snorted and laughed before he shrugged it off. “Eh, I don’t have to explain my personal life to anyone.” He kissed you once, then again and led small kisses to your neck then down to your breast before his mouth wrapped around your nipple again.
“Plus, it’s sort of life imitates art.” You moaned and tried to focus on his words rather than your body. “How so?” His lips traveled to your other breasts and did the same actions. “That song you love, what’s it called—something about touching, pillows, covers, mattresses—scratching. You know the one.” His lips sucked aggressively on your nipple creating a haze in your head. Suddenly it hit you; he was talking about the Trey Songz song you always played in your car. You loudly snorted then laughed covering your face in sheer embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed now. Come on, sing it for me.” You shook your head and squealed in horror. Henry tickled you trying to coax you to sing the song you had no qualms singing before with him in the car. “Come on start at the part about breakfast in bed, my favorite part.” He climbed on top of you again using his thighs to press your thighs back to bed and pinning your arms beside your head. “Go on, sing for me, love.” You smiled again, shook your head and sighed out before you began bopping to the imaginary beat in your head.
“Can't another couple compete when we in the sheets. Breakfast in bed, love the way I eat. I love the way it be, we a couple freaks. Rockin' to the rhythm and the rhythm of the beat. It's your body on my body. Clap, clap, clap from the back, back, back. Smack, smack, smack when I act like that. She react right back, pullin' on.” You sang with him smiling at you and nodding along as well.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” Henry leaned to your ear and kissed the shell. “Clap, clap, clap from the back, back, back. I think I know the perfect way to spend Sunday, love.” Your belly tied in a knot. Henry kissed your jaw, then your nipple and slid off the bed only to disappear into the bathroom giving you the view of his perfect ass and scratched back. You laid there both in anticipation and sheer amazement as to what beast you’d just awoken.
Heyo💞 so i just read about time and i absolutely LOVE IT😌😌 i had like an epiphany. What if there was a spinoff where there together now and y/n's not mad but confused bc Henry "punished" her for never admitting her feelings but mwither did he. So what if she gave him 8 orgasms or edged him 8 times as a toll for him not admitting his feelings either? Idk if requests are open but if you have the time could you write this?
Hiiii @deansbbysblog
Thank you for reading I am very happy you liked it.💕
The follow up to “About Time” is “This Time”. I’m not sure if you read that one yet.
It should be floating around my lage. You should be able to find it by searching this time fic or something similar.
Buuuuuutttttt, 😳 I just did a little gasp because daaaaaaaaamn what a concept. I Almost feel sorry for Henry. Lol
Hmmmm, let me think this one over for a bit to see what inspiration sparks.
I can't believe you know about Trey Songz as well, I didn't know the one you mentioned but I loved it, i'm a sucker for Neighbors Know My Name though =P (this regarding your latest Henry fic)
Hi anon,
I ❤ Trey Songz he has the right level of freaky to his songs and he has a song for every freaky/sexy mood or situation you find yourself in. 😈 Lol
I also love neighbors know my name and have been known to keep it on repeat. A few other good mentions are:
Heart Attack, Animal, Can't Be Friends, Na, Na, Wishing Remix {This one is a collab with him and a few others}, Fumble, All We Do, Dive In.
I know that's a lot of songs but you won't regret it. Lol🤞
Thank you so much for reading the fic and I'm glad you liked it.
