Summary: Getting married to Henry and being nervous about your wedding night.
Pairing: AU!HenryCavill x Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut (18+)
A/N: In honor of Henry’s birthday I wanted to do a little fic. This could also serve as a prequel to If You Leave Me Now. Reader is going to be a bit of a “mary sue“ character but just bear with me.
The quick knock on your bedroom door made you jump. You turned around, grabbed a fist full of your white gown and pulled it up being careful not to step and trip over as you made your way to the door.
“Henry, you can’t be here. It’s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony!” You heard your best friend yell down the hallway followed by stilettos rapidly hitting the hardwood floor. You froze with your hand on the doorknob.
YOU GUYYYYYYS. It’s so hard to find fluffy, cute fics that are also dirty 😂 but I am obsessed with this one! It’s such a sweet idea, and even if you’re not a huge Henry Cavill fan, you will love this fic ✔
Summary: After having a terrible day you decide to kick back and relax with your best friend. That is… until you find something interesting in his dresser.
Warnings: Explicit Language, Recreational drug use, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving)
Author’s Note: I’m dedicating this fic to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan who actually gave me this idea a few weeks ago and pretty much has been making me giggle inappropriately at work because of it.
“Christopher!” you shouted into the phone after he finally answers after the second time you tried calling him twice without an answer.
“Y/N!” he replied with concern. “You okay?”
“Yes… no…” you sighed. “Are you home right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, good. ‘Cause I’m outside your house and I need to borrow some of your clothes,” you said before hanging up and ringing the doorbell.
“Okay?” Chris said to himself before getting up from his couch. He walked over to the door and pulled it open, to find you drenched from the rain, hugging yourself for warmth.
“Shit. Y/N! Get in here!” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside.
“I can see why you wanted to borrow some of my clothes,” he mused as you dropped your messenger bag on the floor.
“What happened?” he asked, concern showing in his eyes.
“Shower first. Then I’ll tell you,” you answered back.
“Right,” he agreed. “Bathroom is upstairs, third door on the right, and you can grab whatever you want from the dresser. I’ll make us something to eat.”
“You’re the best.” You gave him a weak smile as you walked passed him.
A warm rush of air swept over you as you stepped through the
door into Tom’s trailer. He stepped in behind you and slammed the door, sending
shockwaves through the walls. You quietly take a seat near the heater, rubbing
your arms to get warm, as Tom paced through the small space.
Rolling over in your massive king size bed, you wrap yourself up
in the plush comforter, not wanting the day to begin. But it’s caught on
something – you can’t quite pull it all the way up. Reaching out to give it a
good yank, a warm body next to you blocks your path. You run your fingers along
the muscular arm, finding your way to his fuzzy chest.
Thomas.
As if he could hear your thoughts, he rolls over and says, “Good
morning, beautiful.”
Cuddling up to his chest, you lay with his arms wrapped around
your body, your legs intertwined.
“Did you sleep well?” you ask.
With a sleepy grunt, he nods his affirmation. “Never better,
actually.”
“Me, too,” you said, nuzzling into his chest. And it was the
truth. There was something about sleeping next to him, feeling completely safe,
that put your very soul at ease. It was an entirely new feeling for you, and
you were already addicted. “I love you, Thomas.”
Butterflies fluttered from your stomach to your chest. Of course
it was true, but neither of you had said it since the incident. Leaving him on
the doorstep, pushing him away – you still couldn’t bear to think about it.
Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he would never say it again. Looking into
his sleepy eyes, you couldn’t make out what he was thinking.
Before you had the chance to overanalyze anything else, his lips
were on yours. His nose pressed into your face, his lips softly caressing your
own. His warm hand slipped into your pajama top, grazing your bare back in the
most comforting way. Your anxiety melted away with every sweet little kiss;
there was no lust, no demand – just a tender expression of his love for you.
Taken aback, you look into his eyes, his thumb softly grazing your
cheek. In this moment, you don’t have a care in the world. The anxieties of
yesterday are history; all that matters is the future that exists with this incredible
man in front of you. Overcome with emotion, you kiss him again, deeper and more
urgently. Slowly, you climb on top of him. His hands rest on your hips as you
settle in, your arms wrapped around his neck as you’re making out. Your fingers
find their way into his curls, twisting them around and pulling gently as you
kiss. The first time he lets out a moan, you about lose your mind; it was soft,
breathy, quiet – so subtle you almost missed it. But you didn’t. It stirred something
deep within you, and you desperately wanted more.
You sit up, pausing for a moment before pulling your top off and
tossing it to the floor. You held your breath as he took in the view – the
woman he loved, straddling his nearly naked body, now topless in front of him
for the very first time. You were suddenly remembering every little flaw you
see in the mirror – the little stretch marks, the stubborn pudge; surely, they
were as obvious to him as they are to you. He leans forward, running his hands
down every curve, his nails lightly scratching as they made their way up your back.
“You’re stunning.”
Blushing slightly, you thank him for the compliment. “This part is
always scary for me.”
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he promised. Closing
the space between, he pulls you in for another kiss. With both arms wrapped
around your body, he twists around until your back is against the mattress.
Hovering slightly above you, a serious look comes over his face.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks.
Without hesitation, you shake your head. “No.”
“Tell me what you want.”
I want your
fingers. As awfully as the other night ended, it started with some of your
favorite foreplay. There were certain things fingers could do that penises just
couldn’t. It was all about you – and it was always the more generous lovers
that chose to please a woman when there wasn’t as much involved for them. Most
men wanted something in return, an equal exchange. But Thomas was different.
“Touch me like you did at the theater.”
He lays down next to you, sliding one arm between you and your
pillow. He always wants to hold you, no matter the situation, position, or setting.
It was endearing, and sweet. Even as his hand slid into your panties, the
emotions arising over all others were those of safety and comfort.
He leaned in to kiss you, gently taking your bottom lip between
his as he slid a finger between your folds. As his tongue went deeper into your
mouth, his finger slid deeper into your core. His movements were slow, building
torturous tension with every stroke – something you suspect he knew. He
explored every part of you, coming back to all the little places that provoked
a reaction. Just as you enjoyed his moan, hearing your gasps, sighs, and feminine
whimpers left him breathless. He couldn’t wait to make you scream.
As he rubbed circles around your pearl, your heart was pounding –
you knew you were getting close, but you didn’t want it to end. Not yet. As
hard as it was to stop him, you knew there was more pleasure waiting for you –
you just had to take it.
“Take off your boxers,” you said between gasps. He pace was
quickening; he was practically slamming into you. It took all of your strength
to stop him, but you wanted more.
“Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to risk another chance at
being left on your doorstep.
“Yes, Thomas, please,” you replied. I’m practically begging.
“Whatever you want, my love.” He rolled onto his back, hooking his
thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. Before he could get them off, you
were there to help, pulling them down his legs and flinging them across the
room. Your excitement both delighted and aroused him. “Get on top. I want you
to feel completely in control.”
“Yes, sir,” you said with a wink. You climbed onto him, lowering
yourself down on his rock-hard erection. He filled every bit of space you had
to offer. Using his legs to brace yourself, you threw your head back as your
body adjusted to the man inside you. Your hips start to roll as Thomas sits up,
pulling you even further onto him.
He held you close, kissing you all over as you were riding him;
your neck, your shoulders, your nipples – if it was within reach, he was worshipping
it. Finally, he reached your lips once again. Fully embraced in each other’s
arms, the rhythm of his hips matched yours. Totally in sync, the tension was
building again, faster and more intense than before.
Every groan scratching out of his throat pushed you closer to the
edge; you were out of breath, flushed and hot, as Thomas reached down to your pearl.
The speed of his finger against your clit brought you to bliss within seconds.
You bury your face in his neck, screaming his name.
“Oh, Tho- Thomas!”
Every muscle in your body clenched, your tightening walls seducing
him to come with you. You could feel every movement as his throbbing shaft twitched
and pulsed, emptying inside of you. He pulls you down with him as he collapses
back onto the bed, his arms still wrapped around you.
Minutes pass as you both
try to catch your breath. Then, he has just one word to say: “Wow.”
“Yes, that was… wow,” you agreed, still not thinking clearly
enough to form thoughts of your own. Finding your place on his chest, you
settle in, taking time to enjoy the moment. Lying next to Thomas, your vision
slowly becomes clearer; your heart rate slows. You’re at ease. Never in your
life have you been so happy, so content. Not to mention, so totally satisfied.
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any better, he turns towards you to
ask a question.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving, Thomas.”
“We did work up quite an appetite,” he said with a wink. “Would
you like me to cook you some breakfast? Some scrambled eggs, and I think
there’s still a bagel leftover from last night.”
“That would be wonderful.”
You watch as he rolls out of bed, searching the room for the
boxers you flung off him earlier.
“Um, Thomas…” When you had his attention, you pointed up – they
had landed on the top of your armoire. Your face began to blush as he giggled
at the sight of his underwear near the ceiling; you pulled on your silk
dressing robe and walked with Thomas into the kitchen.
You weren’t much for cooking, and not entirely sure what gadgets
and tools you even had. But Thomas seemed to find everything with ease, cooking
up a lovely breakfast for the two of you to share. After three divorces, you
weren’t entirely sure marriage was something you’d ever want again. But sitting
here in the morning light, Thomas W. Hiddleston by your side, he might just be
able to change your mind.
As you can imagine, this post is NSFW – see my thoughts on the Painfully Thick Gentlemen’s sexual styles under the cut 😘
Jason Momoa Jason gets off on getting *you* off. Hearing the noises you make, watching your body writhe; it all gets him ready to do the dirty in every which way possible. There’s nothing predictable about your sex life with Jason, except that you can always expect a full night of loving if he’s been away.
Henry Cavill Henry loves watching what he does to you. He’s a bit of a tease, and gets off on watching your face and your body react to what he’s doing to you. His favorite positions are those where he can see all of you at once, leaving behind little bites and marks where only the two of you will see.
Tom HardyTom is such a relaxed guy; he loves to just lay back, letting you take the lead and use his body to please your own. He also loves when you tell him what do to – harder, faster, switching positions; as an actor, he takes direction well and thoroughly enjoys doing exactly as you say.
Chris Pine Aside from Jason, I think Chris would be the most adventurous of the group. He’d never want you to get bored, so he likes to keep you guessing – dressing up, role play, toys. The only constant in your sex life with Chris is that he always keeps you satisfied and emotionally fulfilled.
Sebastian Stan Sebastian is an all-encompassing lover. He pulls you into him, wraps himself around you, and goes as deeply into you as he possibly can. He’s a passionate lover, giving it his all every single time; there’s no such thing as a quickie with Sebastian. He savors every moment he spends with, in, and around you.
Chris EvansThere’s nothing Chris loves more than the sight and feel of your ass. If he can’t see it, he wants his hands on it; if he can’t have his hands on it, he wants his eyes on it. Regardless of how sex with Chris starts, you can bet it’ll end with him taking you from behind, or letting you ride the night away in reverse cowgirl.
Tom HiddlestonOur sweet Thomas will want to feel close to you; look you in the eyes while you make love. He’s always up for a little variety in the bedroom, and he’ll try almost anything if it’ll make you happy, but his comfort zone is surrounding you with every part of himself, body and soul.
The Sebastian/Hiddleston links are audio only, although I will say the Sebby one is extremely NSFW. You’ll want to use headphones for all of these if you’re not alone!
And, uh. If you have anything you’d like to add to the collection, kindly reblog with links for the rest of us 😁😂💖
In a dimly lit restaurant in New York City, you sat in a secluded
corner with Thomas, his hand resting on your thigh. It was late – probably close
to 11pm – and everyone else had left. You’d mentioned a craving for chocolate
cheesecake when Thomas said he knew of a place that had the absolute best in
the city, and insisted on taking you immediately. The two of you sat
side-by-side, candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls.
“More champagne, Miss?”
“Please,” you say with a nod, unable to look away from Thomas. His
shining smile has you captivated. Sitting together, hand in hand, you can’t
quite put your finger on this feeling you have – something you’ve never felt
before. But you feel it every time you look at him. Every time you look into those sparkling
blue eyes.
It’s been two weeks since your surprise date at the skating rink,
and you’ve never been happier. You’ve seen Thomas just about every day since – brunch
at the Plaza, carriage rides through Central Park, evenings at the finest
restaurants. Of course, you’d accept nothing less from a man, but this time
feels different. He isn’t doing it out of obligation, but out of love. And you
wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he makes you.
The waiter walks away as Thomas leans closer to you. Even as he
sat next to you, just inches away, it didn’t feel close enough. The fact that
you’ve yet to consummate the relationship surely wasn’t helping. Every brush of
his skin left you electrified, desperate for more.
“You look enchanting this evening, my love.” He pulls your hand up
to his face, kissing it gently.
“I think red must be your favorite color, Mr. Hiddleston,” you
said, batting your eyelashes at his flattery. There was never a lack of
affection with Thomas, but wearing a sparkly red dress with a plunging neckline
never hurt.
“You know, it might be. It looks so striking against that
porcelain skin of yours,” he said, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He
leans in, holding your face so carefully as his lips press against yours. No
matter how many times he kisses you, it never fails to make your heart race.
“Oh!” He pulls back in an instant, your lips still poised for
more. “I keep forgetting to tell you, darling. I’ve got us tickets for Broadway
tomorrow night. Would you like to go?”
“Of course. Are they very good seats?” you ask, taking another sip
of champagne.
“Our own private box. Nothing but the best for my love.” He kissed
your cheek as he pulled out his wallet, leaving cash on the table to settle the
bill. “Now let’s get you home.”
You spend most of the next day getting ready for your date. Your
dress, a flowing lavender halter that cinched at the waist, was one of your
favorites – and one Thomas has yet to see. You even bought new strappy heels to
wear with it. Your phone buzzed just as you put the finishing touches on your
makeup. It was from Thomas.
{Be there in 5. No panties tonight.}
You smirked.
Why do I
love when he does that?
With a shrug, you pull up your flowing skirt, sliding your panties
down your leg. You toss them into the laundry and head for the elevator. You reached
the lobby just as he pulled up outside. The doorman opens the door for you as
you slide into the shiny Jag, careful not to give the old man a show. Thomas
must have noticed, because he was grinning as you turned to greet him.
“That’s my girl.”
You arrived at the theater just moments before the show started. The
two of you were escorted to your box, which was nestled in at the back of the
theater, two levels up. You had the perfect view of the stage, and if you got
bored, everyone below you.
“Perfect, we can spy on everyone,” you chuckled, tossing your
Prada bag onto the lush carpeted floor.
“Ah, yes, but no one can spy on us,” Thomas said with a wink.
“Why do I get the feeling that has something to do with the text
message I received this evening?” You straighten his tie before sitting down
together on a luxurious padded loveseat. The curtain draws up and the lights go
down.
“Shh. The show is starting.”
You settle in next to Thomas, his arm around you and his hand
resting on your hip. The show is lovely – the acting is believable; the music
is moving. Your attention almost always goes to the costumes first, and they’re
fabulous. You haven’t seen one yet that you wouldn’t wear yourself.
It must be getting close to intermission, but glancing down at
your watch, you find it’s too dark to read.
“Are you alright?” asked Thomas.
“Oh, yes. Just checking the time.”
He nuzzles up to you, pulling you close as he kisses just under
your ear. He maneuvers himself behind you a bit, letting you rest against his
chest and shoulder. His hand, still resting on your hip, gives it a firm squeeze.
You look back at him, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He nods
toward the stage, not wanting you to miss anything.
Taking full advantage of your private suite, he slides his hand
beneath the pleats of your chiffon dress. Your eyes are locked onto his hand as
he gently massages your leg, creeping ever slowly north.
Is he
really going to do this here?
You look around, checking for the hundredth time that no one can
see. He inches ever closer to your crease, moving as slow as honey, leaving you
aching for his sweet touch. He finally reaches the very top of your thighs,
rubbing your outer lips gently. You gasp softly as he slides a finger between them.
He suddenly stops, turning his head towards you, brushing his lips
against your ears.
“Shh… Don’t you make a sound.” He waits for you to nod before
continuing.
His finger works slowly; it moves in long lines, exploring you
from top to bottom. Just when you think you can contain yourself, he pauses
over your pearl, drawing lazy circles around her. You squirm as he picks up the
pace, biting your lip to try to regain some control. Your breath is unsteady;
you skin is flush all over. You can feel
his circles slowing; he presses all four fingers tight against your body. You
can feel his hand trembling as your hips press against him, desperate for more.
Unsure of when you closed your eyes, you open them at the sound of
footsteps and chatter. The lights are on and the curtain is falling as people make
their way out of the theater. Intermission. You both sit up a little
straighter, and Thomas casually brings his arm out from under your dress, letting
it rest behind you on the loveseat. His other hand is covering a growing
tightness in his pants.
You turn to face him, still trying to regain composure. But your
heart is still racing, and the lust in his eyes is making you far too weak.
“Can we leave?” It falls out of your mouth before you even
consider what you’re saying, but it doesn’t matter. The time for thinking is
over.
“Oh, please, my love. Where? Where do you want to go?” He’s
already standing as you reach for your purse.
“My apartment is closest.”
Thomas leads you through the crowd, never letting go of your hand
as you make your way back to the car. Your thoughts are running wild; the night
is finally here, and you can hardly wait. You feel a little queasy in the Jag,
but it must just be the car swerving in and out of traffic.
Not the
best night to forget dinner.
He glides into a parking space, throwing the car into park as you’re
both already opening your doors. Still holding your hand every step of the way,
you make it into the elevator at last. The doors close, and you’re up against the
wall, his body pressed against yours. His hands are everywhere as he fuses his
lips to your own. You’re blindly undoing his tie when the elevator chimed, signaling
the arrival of other tenants.
You quickly fix your dress, trying to seem as calm as Thomas, who
simply stood in the corner, undone tie be damned. He greeted them as you still try
to catch your breath, another wave of nausea coming over you. You break out
into a cold sweat as the doors open at your front door.
I can’t do
this. I’m not ready.
You take a moment, fidgeting with your keys as you try to think of
something to say. You slide the key into the lock, looking at Thomas before you
open the door. He reaches down to brush the hair away from your face, kissing
you on the forehead.
“I love you, darling.” His gentle smile tears through your heart,
your eyes filling with tears as you try to speak.
“You have to go,” you said in a whisper.
His eyes narrowed, lost in confusion. “What did you say?”
“I can’t let you in.” Gathering what little strength you have, you
say more loudly, “You need to leave.” You rush through the door, shutting it
before Thomas could protest. You stand on the other side of the door, tears
streaming down your face. He tries to open the door, but you’ve already locked
it. He calls out to you, unsure if you can even hear him.
“What did I do, my love? Whatever it is, we can figure it out together.
Please…” he trails off. His pleas are met with silence. Defeated, he turns to
walk away. You hear him stop for a moment, speaking so softly you could barely
hear him.
Ok y’all. Here’s the Henry extended imagine I was talking about! It’s very NSFW, the first really explicit story I’ve written. I’d appreciate any feedback or comments y’all have, I want to get better!
Notes: it’s less than 1k words (around 800 I think); you and Henry are newlyweds and today is your first anniversary. Enjoy!
Sprawled out across the bed, your
face smooshed into your pillow, the aroma of freshly ground coffee wakes you
from sleep; the sound of the coffee maker percolating tells you your husband
has already left the bed. You roll onto
your back, stretching your arm over to his side of the bed – empty. All alone,
even on our anniver-
Oh
yeah. It’s our anniversary!
Rubbing your eyes, a big yawn brushes away the last bit of sleep. Taking a deep breath, you smell French vanilla
in the air. It practically carried you out of bed, desperate for a taste. But
as soon as your feet hit the floor, your husband came strolling into the
bedroom.
“Back in bed, princess,” he
said with a grin.
Sitting up against the headboard,
Henry places a tray full of breakfast goodies onto your lap – blueberry
pancakes, scrambled eggs, orange juice, and the heavenly scented coffee with
the perfect amount of cream and sugar. Everything you love, from the hands of
the man you love. He takes a seat on the foot of the bed as you dig in.
“You got up early just to make me
breakfast?”
“Well, it is our anniversary. I want my wife to know just how much I love herv,” he said, taking your hand in his. He loved to
fidget with your wedding rings. They reminded him of the day you became his
wife. The day you vowed to love each other, for better or worse, forever.
As you struggle to finish all the
delectable foods on your tray, you offer some to Henry, but he’s already eaten.
He’s been up and cooking for a couple hours, nibbling on his creations,
excitedly waiting for his wife to wake up. When he notices you’re done, he
moves the tray onto the nightstand, slipping into bed next to you.
“That was gift number one, Mrs.
Cavill,” he said with a smirk. He leans over, taking your face in his hands
before kissing you softly. “Are you ready for gift number two?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” you answer
excitedly. Henry always gives the most thoughtful gifts, and today is no
exception.
He kisses you again, more deeply
this time, as he wraps his arms around you. With the strength of Superman, he
easily lifts you onto his lap, your legs on each side of his chiseled abs. He
breaks the kiss for only a moment, sliding your nightshirt up over your head.
Looking down at him, you see his eyes fill with lust as his gaze lowered to
your breasts. He cups them gently in his hands, sending sparks through your
core. You start to grind your hips against his boxer shorts when he sits up
with a jolt. He pulls you tight against his body, cradling your head in his
hands as he spins you around. In one
swift motion, he pins you to the bed, holding you down with every inch of his
muscular body.
He kisses you on the lips one last
time before his mouth starts to explore. He gives your ear a nibble before
kissing down your neck; he makes his way to your breast, gently pulling your
nipple into his mouth as a moan escapes your chest. You arch your back,
reaching for every bit of pleasure he can give. His mouth comes off your chest
with a pop as he slides a hand into your panties, giving you butt a hard, tight
squeeze.
“You’d better hold still if you
want the rest of your present,” he growled into your ear.
“Sorry…” you whisper, trying to
look as innocent as possible; he knows better.
Finally releasing your throbbing
backside, Henry sits up and lifts your ankles to his shoulders. He slides your
panties off and tosses them across the room. Spreading your legs again, you’re
relieved to see his growing arousal inside his boxers. Your patience is wearing
thinner every second he’s not inside you.
“I need you, Henry,” you said,
breathless. “I need you now.”
“Shhh…” he said, sliding a finger
down your dripping lips.
He leans over your body, kissing a
trail from your chest down to your thighs, your ankles still resting on his
massive shoulders; he nibbles and kisses every little spot – except the one you
want him to. His hands run all down your back, pressing into your skin until every
nerve in your body is firing.
Without warning, he slides a finger
into your body as his tongue slides between your lips. Breathless, frozen in
shock of pure ecstasy, it’s Henry that’s softly groaning as he brings you to
the brink. Feeling every muscle in your body tighten, you writhe in pleasure,
crying out his name as he slides another finger into you, pumping faster and
harder. Wriggling your hips against his face, you clutch his bulging biceps as
you ride the waves of climax.
With one final lick, slow and
deliberate, he looks up at you with a satisfied smile.
“Happy anniversary, baby.”
Imagine laying in bed next to Chris. It’s the middle of the night, and you can’t sleep. You glance over to see your boyfriend sleeping peacefully – and naked. Studying every ripped muscle on his body, there’s only one thing on your mind. If you can’t sleep, at least you can give your boyfriend something he’s always wanted: waking up to your mouth around his dick.
Painfully Thick Imagines 