All Night Long
Summary: The premiere for Enola Holmes had been great but something annoyed Henry and he’s going to make sure it won’t happen again.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, dom/sub, (brief) choking, daddy kink
Request: @sophielara899
*18+ ONLY*
The premier tonight was an absolute success. You’d been to a few of these events together but this one felt so much better. Your debut as a couple had been stressful but now you had settled into a routine together, and the English paparazzi miraculously tended to leave the two of you to your little life together. It was gone midnight now and you’d finally made it out through the crowds and into the waiting car for the short drive back to Henry’s London townhouse.
The champagne from earlier was getting to your head as you smiled sweetly across at him, running your hand over his large thigh. “I love this suit baby.” You purred lightly, shifting closer to him across the seats. He glanced back at you and you were suddenly aware of his quieter than usual demeanour. In the mess of paparazzi, fans, and other celebrities you hadn’t taken much stock of Henry tonight.
“Everything okay?” Your voice was uncertain now, watching his reaction for some clue as to what was wrong. The engine of the Bentley purred beneath you, the sound of it filling the silence in the back seat.
“You had fun?” He asked in a measured tone, keeping his gaze forward as he spoke. You nodded, something Henry clearly spotted in his periphery as he carried on with his measured speech.
“Looking like that, it was hard for me to not to just carry you out of that theatre and have you in the toilets.”
A quiet gasp slipped from your lips as you threw a worried look in the direction of the driver. True the man was far enough in front that he could easily ignore you but sound carried in a closed metal box.
“Don’t look at him, look at me.” Henry growled lowly, his hand placed on yours now atop his thigh, dwarfing it as he did so.
“Anyway, I didn’t know you knew Clafin.” His tone remained steely, gaze fixing you back against your seat now.
“Yeah we met at one of your interviews or something.” You mumbled not seeing the problem but noting it was there from the way his huge shoulders were tensed beneath the suit jacket. Henry nodded, muscles in his jaw clenching as he did so.
“He seemed to like that dress as much as I did.” He said again, the controlled tone back again, warning of something darker beneath the surface. Despite his words you couldn’t help but flash a light smile, maybe it was the alcohol that was hazing your perception of how much danger you were actually in.
“Poor baby, come on you know we were just joking about-” your words were cut out by the feel of his fingers snugly clenched around your neck, the rest of the sentence dying on your lips. Before you could prevent it a moan of pleasure slipped from your mouth. You enjoyed the feel of him flexing dominance on you, meeting his gaze you looked back to him with the street light from outside glinting in your eyes.
“You know what. I think after tonight you need a reminder about who owns you princess. I don’t like sharing you with those photographers and actors and people.” He said the words with disdain that caused the hold on your neck to tighten ever so slightly. This is what you loved, your hand moved from his edging up to his tie tugging it lightly wanting to feel his skin beneath yours.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The boom of his voice had your fingers frozen against the material.
“You don’t touch till I say so, ever.” he firmness in his voice finally brought you out of the alcohol induced daze. A nod from you had the pressure at your neck releasing and instead Henry’s hand travelled up, to brush the soft skin of your lips.
“You don’t deserve anything more than this yet, y/n. You’re going to earn the rest.” His words were paired with two large fingers sliding in past your lips and running over your tongue to the back of your throat. You sucked on them lightly the taste of spilled whisky still present on the pads of his fingers. As he had your mouth busy Henry’s other hand undid the tie, quickly slipping the velvet material around your wrists, tugging a knot around them.
“Just in case you think you have the right to touch me again.” He said shoving your hands down into your lap, never stopping the movement of his own fingers up and down your tongue as he did so.
“Keep your eyes on the road.” He said throwing a cursory glance at the driver before leaning forward to pull the partition closed between the back and front seats. Now you were keenly aware of just how much trouble you were in.
Keeping his fingers rammed down your throat he used his other hand to manoeuvre you back down against the backseat. The cold leather cocooned your back and you had only a moment to glance up at the roof of the car before your vision was filled by Henry. His black hair fell lightly across his eyes as he looked down at you, clearly undone with desire.
“You’re going to be good aren’t you. Remember who you belong to. Tell daddy what you want.” With that last sentence his fingers were gone from your mouth, and you inhaled a quick breath of cool air.
“I want you, please.” Your words failed you, never quite as eloquent as he expected in situations like this. “I want you to show me what happens when I misbehave.” That was the closest you were going to get to a coherent sentence, considering your mind was preoccupied with the feel of his bulge pressed against the curve of your entrance.
“Not good enough.” As he spoke Henry’s hands had caught the material of your dress pushing the chiffon up to bunch around your hips. He looked down at the lacy material of your panties, a light smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle internally. Not good enough? He was making you work for it tonight.
“I want you to fuck me like only you know how.” That should do it. There was something that ticked him off about the thought of past guys you’d been with. He took pride in knowing he was the best you’d had. Would ever have. You were rewarded with a soft grunt of pleasure against your neck as he dropped his head down to nudge kisses along your exposed collarbone. You’d earned what was coming.
“This fucking dress.” He said quietly tugging the thin material with his teeth to pull it down and expose your breasts to the onslaught of kisses. “Was it made by Satan himself to tempt me?” You laughed at the overreaction, but quickly caught yourself as you saw the warning look directed up at you from Henry.
“Y/N. You laugh again and you won’t be able to walk out of this car.” He said sternly, catching your wrists from their position trapped on your lap still. Henry lifted them above your head to rest against the window.
“If those wrists drop you’re in trouble understood.”
You nodded a shudder going through your body as he pulled your right nipple in between his teeth, tongue circling the skin there as he played and rolled it between his lips. The hand which had previously been in your mouth was now pulling your panties aside, finger rubbing up through the soaking wet folds of your entrance.
“I bet you’ve been like this all night, waiting for me.” He said mused quietly and you were pretty sure it wasn’t for your benefit just Henry’s thoughts aloud. Either way he was right. Teasing you he placed only the tip of his index finger inside causing you to mew softly into the now heated air of the car.
“I know baby. It’s coming.” He replied kissing further down over your stomach biting the skin at your hipbone before leaving a blemish there with his mouth. Marking you. So clearly your earlier conversation with his co-star had irked him. You hadn’t painted him as a possessive guy but he was making sure you knew it now. Hand gone from between your thighs you heard the familiar sound of metal belt straps unbuckling above you. You attempted to lift your head and look up at him but he swiftly caught you jaw forcing you back down so you could only see the roof. The anticipation was his favourite part. That and the control.
“Come on little love, you know better than this by now.” His voice was still low but the edge was gone from it, he was more comfortable now he had you to himself and lain out beneath him. Away from anyone else seeing you in that dress. Before you could continue the thoughts you felt him enter you. His tip pushed its way through your entrance and deep within you causing a louder sound to slip from your lips. His hand moved to your stomach adding pressure there just as he knew you liked, still pushing his way in until his hips met yours. You gasped into the cab but for once you weren’t given the time to get accustomed to his length. This was a punishment after all, your comfort wasn’t top priority anymore.
Henry hips rocked back from their place atop yours just as quickly as he had entered you, until he was completely out before slamming forward again burying deep. The hand at your stomach snaked down to your hips, firmly holding you in place so you had no room to move, pinned by his large frame. You cried out again, as each motion went tip to base, nesting himself deeper inside you each time.
“I don’t want to hear it unless you’re moaning my name.” He growled up at you and the next thrust was met with silence as you struggled to keep your mind in control enough to obey the order. Henry’s fingers were still tilting your jaw upwards and you couldn’t see his face but the tone told you it wasn’t worth disobeying anything he said tonight. You whimpered his name plaintively with the next thrust and this time he rewarded you by staying deep.
His motions were faster now, still slamming over and over as his lips returned to your chest. Biting lightly and no doubt marking you as much as he could you barely registered the light pain there as he pummelled his length within you. Every sense of yours was covered by him, his huge chest shielding over yours in the car, the whisky from his fingers still present on your lips. This was the problem, no one else could ever fuck you like he did. Your mind was gone now, all thoughts scrambled into the feeling of Henry.
He paused, just as you thought your insides would cave and you struggled up against his hold to see what the matter was. Shit. Your hands which had been so purposefully placed above your head had slipped down to your chest, rested beside his head. Shit. Shit. Shit. One rule. Henry pulled back, silence in the cab once more as you felt the sudden emptiness inside without him.
He watched you for a moment and you couldn’t bring yourself to raise your eyes and meet his gaze. The silence was worse and you could almost hear his thoughts deciding what to do to you.
“I- Sorry... I-” large hands were wrapped around your hips lifting you off your back and flipping you over in the back seat before you could offer an excuse. He had you on your front, wrists trapped to the side of your body as Henry lifted your hips from the leather seat and pushed himself in again from behind. You attempted to raise yourself onto both hands but his forearm pushed into the small of your back forcing you down against the seat again.
Another small moan of pleasure came from your lips at the motion, simply happy to have him filling you again. One large knee shoved yours to the side, widening your hips beneath his and then the pressure was back. His hips were smacking down against yours hard now, thrusts rougher and deeper than before, the pressure of him trapping you down to the seat. It was only moments before your orgasm ripped through you, disconnecting you from the present for but a second. Your legs almost gave way, save for one of Henry’s hand that was large enough to cover your midriff supporting you up. He continued, spurred on by your walls clenching around his shaft drawing him deeper.
You could feel that he’d lost control and you couldn’t help but imagine how all those people from earlier would think if they saw him now. You didn’t have the thought for long before you felt the warmth of his seed filling you, groaning primally as he finally slowed, body collapsing down on top of yours. His breath was hot against the nape of your neck, warm lips pressed into your hair which was now a mess now from the heat of the cab. Henry stayed buried within, ensuring every last drop was entered deep inside, a few more slow pumps to ensure he’d fucked it all deep into you. Pulling out his hands rand lightly over your cheeks, thumb brushing any esaping droplets back up into your entrance before leaning down to press a wet kiss to your ass.
You stayed face down against the seat as his hands disappeared. The sound of a zipper told you he had reordered himself and next thing you know you were carefully lifting into his strong arms. Henry nuzzled against your cheek as he checked what state you were in; the gentle man you were familiar with back again.
“This is my last premiere.” You breathed opening your eyes finally to look around the car, windows steamed up from moments before. Your comment was met with a deep chuckle from Henry whose thick fingers squeezed your waist tentatively.
“We’re here.” He replied quietly, looking up at the Kensington house you shared, the car was already parked, for how long was anyone’s guess, and you laughed through the blush that rose on your cheeks remembering the patient driver in the front seat. One of his hands slipped beneath your knees, the other supporting your back as the driver opened the door for you both now, Henry carrying you from the car into the cool English night.