Sabotage
Pairing: Mob!Henry x Reader
Summary: Things will always fall into place with him.
One shot.
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Chaos.
Phones ringing, voices yelling, minions running around.
everything was.. well, EVERYWHERE! You didn’t know what you were doing anymore. Maybe this was it, this was the bloody end.
So this is how you go down. So much for being your own boss. Maybe everyone was right, you cannot do this. You were made to serve your husband.
Cook, clean, dry for him and when he felt like, bent over like a bitch in heat. That was your fucking job, not this high end firm that was burning up in flames.
Damn it.
You are going to swear off of interns. They are a bloody liability with no consequences over their heads. How could you not see this coming?
They fucking stole from the accounts! Never in a million years would you have assumed those meek rats would have the audacity to touch a penny.
But that’s what they are- damn rats.
Now you had a big ass hole in the accounts and before you could do any damage control, word spread in the market like a fucking STD.
What will you tell your clients? Hell, what will you say to the press hounding outside of the office building? You had to come up with something, and something good, SOON.
You looked around your office, as if this was the last time you are going to be in it.
You felt like a fallen queen on the checkered black and white marble floor, not knowing her next move, scared and parched for mercy.
This was the office of your dreams. Every tiny artifact, every angle of the furniture had a purpose.
The miniature gold bull you gifted yourself for closing your first big account.
The picture of your grandmother in her office, ambition wrinkled all over her face.
The desk, angled so that you had an eye on the entire office.
And the sofa, well placed for comfortable long meetings and late-night camping you often did.
Well, not just for camping.
The thought made you clear your throat, you cannot think about it right now. But who were you kidding, he was always on your mind. Even when your life was crumbling, all you wanted was to get lost in that blue eyed monster.
As you collected yourself, you heard a commotion above all that yelling and chaos.
Him.
You couldn’t miss it anywhere, it was ingrained deeper than your DNA. But what was he doing here? We never met in public, it was too dangerous, he once said.
You couldn’t deny the pull any longer and your feet did the work for you. As you reached the lobby, there he was.
Chest heaving, eyes glaring at anything that moved. Your deadly husband, Mr. Henry Cavill, dressed to nines in your favourite blue three piece.
“Mr. Cavill-”
“We had a date, Mi amor and YOU didn’t show up. You know I don’t tolerate being ignored, much less by my .. WIFE.”
He called me his wife. We don’t address each other like that.
Panic set in as I could hear gasps and the office suddenly stopped. The time seemed to have fucking stopped, and I did not know why he was doing this.
“I.. I.. Ahem, can we talk in my office, Mr. Cavill?” I glared at him.
The next thing I know, his lips are on me, holding me in a death grip he is so famous for. I couldn’t help but forget where we are, and moaned, heart on fire. He broke the kiss, his forehead on mine, and he whispered, “lead the way, amor.”
I was in a trance wrapped up in his arms, all the panic, fear and sorrow simply washed away. Taking his hand, I walked towards my office when he stopped abruptly.
“ Everyone, get out.”
No movement.
He turned, removing his glock from the waistband, “I don’t like repeating myself.”
The office was empty in less than a second.
I couldn’t help but giggle at the scene.
I would never get used to his MO, as he liked to call it. Every time I saw him, my heart gushed with so much love, it surprised people when I was untouched by fear they usually felt.
As we entered my office, he took me straight to the desk and sat me on it. A knee between my legs, he placed his palm on my cheek and just kept looking at me.
“I’m sorry I could not join you baby, I know tonight was important for your new deal.”
He just hummed, as his eyes raked over me. His palm moved to slide my dress up my thighs till it bunched over my ass. He moved to remove his jacket and removed his cufflinks, folding up his sleeves.
“Say something Henry. Are you mad at me?”
“Never when I can see your cunt leaking like a faucet for me.”
And with that, he slapped my pussy so hard, I almost yelped.
“I am just disappointed that you hide from me.”
Our eyes locked, mine teary and his, well they held that promise etched at the altar.
I’ll always protect you.
I will always be there, even if you cannot see me.
Just look to the shadows, and you’ll find me standing.
Silent, but firm.
Just like you want me.
I blinked as I came back to the present.
Pulling on his tie, I brought him back to me.
“I could never hide from you. You are a piece of my soul Hen, I..”
Words died on my tongue as he plunged his into my inviting mouth, letting the moment talk for itself. My hand went to his belt, removing the barrier between our union.
Much like his tongue, his thick cock plunged into me at one go. Pain seared through me but he didn’t stop. My Henry was many things, a great chef, master strategist, flawless shot, an enticing mobster, but patience was not on his tiny list of virtues.
He liked giving it hard, and me? Well, obviously I liked taking it harder. So that’s what I did. Spreading my legs wider, hopelessly hoping he might fit better.
Pushing me down on the desk, he went harder. His eyes on mine, face contorted with all sorts of emotions, hands groping my tits over the dress, he looked like Hades all set to conquer Athens.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he put his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with abandon, none of us able to form words.
The room was filled with his grunts, roars and fucks, my whimpers giving them company.It soon turned into screams when my beast pinched the clit hard, and choked the life out of me.
“Jaan, please don’t stop!”
“Ah, HARDER baby!”
“Ooomph, keep going Jaan!”
Suddenly I was sputtering a string of words and that only made Henry slap my tits harder than ever before.
Fuck, I loved this beast. He was mine.
Mine.
I didn’t have to tell him I was close, he pulled out and went on his knees, eating my cunt like he’d been starved for decades.
Oh shit it was coming.
“Fuck Jaaan”
It was all over his face. My juices coating this God’s face while he shamelessly lapped it all up.
“Mm, delicious as always, amor. Taste yourself.”
I licked my juices off his face while he was bent over me. Sighing, I was about to move, when he dived in again, “Where do you think you’re going? Not done yet, baby!”
Smirking, I locked him in with my knees, “Bring it on, Hades.”
That name always made his cock twitch, and the dance began again. My cervix was on fire, as he kept hitting it right.
“Give me your seed, Oh Gods, yes just like that Henn!”
I came undone twice more before he even came close to his climax.
“I don’t want you to hide from me anymore amor. You know I’d kill for you!”
My nails raked over his arms as I held on to my dear life, only able to nod.
“I want the good, bad and the ugliest you can throw at me baby. I want all of you. I want your cunt, ass, that pretty little mouth and your soul, you hear me?” he growled.
“Jaan, please.”
“Please what, slut? You want my cum? You think you earned it?”
“I am yours, you get all of me. Fill me up, Jaan.”
Yanking on my hair, he pulled me up to him and bit hard on my lower lip as he came, taking me with him and roaring like the devil he is. “I fucking love you!”
Breathing hard, coming down from the blood rush, our foreheads touched.
“I got them.”
“Did you hear me? I got them amor.”
“Mm? Who?” eyes closed, my brows furrowed.
He left for the washroom, and came back to clean us up. Fixing my dress, he held me against him and said, “Bring them in!”
My cheeks heated, thinking that someone heard us go at it like rabbits and I tried to hide my face in his chest but he won’t have any of it.
Hands on my hips, holding tight, we stood facing the door when Taylor, our bodyguard came in.
I was confused. I was about to look at Henry in question when two men and a woman were thrown at my feet.
Them.
The bloody interns! Covered in literal blood this time.
Hands bound, crying.
How, what, when..?
I felt his breath on my neck as he kissed behind my ear, “Merry Christmas, love. The money is back in your accounts. Fucking rats were planted by a rival, the audacity.”
Speechless.
“How did yo-”
“Like I said, shadows. Always there.”
“Oh, Jaan!” I turned to kiss him, his hand squeezing my ass in return.
He broke the kiss, looked at the crying culprits, stepping on one of their hands, “And now that the word will spread you’re my wife, these roaches won’t dare come within a 50 miles radius of you.”
And there it was, that million dollar smile filled with warmth, only for me.
Only me.
Mine.
In that moment, the befallen queen was not alone.
The King had arrived.
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Jaan: commonly used between couples in India, means life.
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