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Hi queen! I love your writing! I NEED MORE STEP DADDY HENRY PLEASEE PLEASEEEE😮‍💨 (dw if you don’t wanna, i j need more 🧎🏻‍♀️)

you're like crack to me,(i don't want to leave)

ೃ⁀➷ step daddy! henry x naive, innocent fem! reader !

ೃ⁀➷ word count: 2,643

ೃ⁀➷ a/n: i'm back angels!

ೃ⁀➷ warnings: step-cest, step-daddy henry, virgin! reader, reader goes to a party and gets harassed (nothing that bad), squirting, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink (if i miss anything please let me know!) not beta'd

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you never got along with your mother’s husband.

your stepdad was always harsh, scoffing at you when you sat at the dinner table and you would talk about boys.

he would make you change when he caught you trying to leave for a party in a skimpy outfit.

but even though he annoyed you, there was no way for you to hate him.

when your mother left on an overseas job when you started college with a one-way ticket to tokyo, he was there for you.

when you had no one to go home to during the college holidays of your freshman year, he was there for you. offering you a room in his manhattan penthouse. you always had the option to stay at the dorms at nyu, but… the penthouse was big and quiet. it had a pool.

it had huge windows from which you could see the city and lounges where you could read comfortably.

plus your room… it was heavenly, your dream room, with a huge bed, and a small shelf with some of your favorite books.

it was as if he had listened when you talked about them around him… which you thought it impossible because he did not care for you.

you were sprawled on the leather couch in the main living room, the tv playing one of your comfort shows, but you were barely paying attention.

your new laptop sat on your lap, courtesy of your stepdad.

your brows furrowed.

lately, he had been being cordial to you. smiled at you whenever your paths crossed, telling you good morning, or goodnight (depending on the time).

he had his personal chef make you your favorite foods.

he knew what your favorite foods were.

you rolled your lips.

you could not fathom the reason why your mother had left.

he was perfect.

well…

ugh.

he was attractive, and kind, and he had given you his number in case you ever needed him.

he was never outright mean to you.

but you could tell you disappointed him.

and it hurt you.

you wanted to make him proud.

it had always been you and your mom. and even then, it had mostly been just you.

you had been an unwanted accident, the 0.1% error on condoms. your mother made sure to remind you.

you never knew your father.

henry was the first ‘father figure’ you had. if you could even call him that.

he had been around for a while when you lived with your mom, it had been impossible not to get to know him a little. enough to be comfortable around him. scowls and all

he came into your life when you were just turning seventeen.

that was almost two years ago.

you were nineteen now.

and you had not even had your first boyfriend.

all your college friends spend their time doing god knows what with their partners.

and you?

you groaned, opening your phone.

one of your high school friends had invited you to a party in an apartment downtown.

you huffed.

you had to put yourself out there.

being trapped in his house made you have dangerous thoughts.

so you went to get ready.

putting on some music while you apply your makeup. you put glitter on your eyelids and a fair amount of blush.

it took you a while to decide on what to wear, but you decided on a tight dress with spaghetti straps. the most risqué clothing in your closet.

you chose a pink bag, it was a gift. a balenciaga denim le cagole shoulder bag. you were too naive to know it’s cost, but it was real pretty.

you filled it with your lip glosses, wallet, and portable charger, just in case.

he was working late, probably, as he usually did, even if it was a friday.

so you got on the elevator and made your way to the taxi where your friend waited for you.

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you fucked up.

“come on, come on, come on!” you frantically tapped on the screen of your phone, it was plugged into the portable charger taking a few seconds to turn on.

as soon as it did, you unlocked it and went to your favorite contacts.

you clicked on the name ‘mr. cavill’, waiting with bated breath for him to pick up.

“y/n” his voice came through the speaker, worried.

you sobbed, breaking down.

“send me your location, i am on my way. do not hang up.”

you sobbed harder.

your friend abandoned you, leaving you to the wolves (boys who groped you and tried to get you to drink).

you ran down the stairwell because the elevator was not fast enough. you wailed down the many flights of stairs. mascara running down your cheeks, fingers curled around your phone, your heavy breaths accompanied by his random updates and reassurances. you felt your brain get hazy with panic once you burst outside.

you had long taken your heels off, feet aching. it had taken you about fifteen minutes to get down the stairs and outside the building. hopefully, he was close.

you looked around frantically, on edge.

some boys smoked a few feet from you, they started toward you.

you sniffed.

“y/n? what happened? huh?” came a static voice from your phone

“please daddy! i ca-can’t!” your words hectic, bordering on hysterical.

“shit, i’m almost there bug.”

“whose that?” one of the boys leered. “your daddy? crying to daddy now huh? we can make you feel better, baby.”

you heard cursing on the other end of the phone.

“come on, we mean no harm! what’s a pretty girl doing alone huh?”

“i’m here bug, get in.”

you heard screeching along the pavement as an audi stopped in-front of you.

you did not hesitate, opening the door, jumping in, and slamming it behind you.

you curled up into a sobbing ball in the passenger seat, almost forgetting to put your seatbelt on.

it was eerily silent. the beeping alarm of an unfastened seatbelt brought you out of the trance, buckling the safety belt on. you curled your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them. your body trembled with the aftershock of the whole evening, and you looked up to study him.

his jaw was clenched. you could tell he was furious.

somehow it brought you comfort knowing he wasn’t indifferent to you being in danger.

the ride back home was short, but the silence made it stretch. you had never put yourself in a situation similar to this. you had never given him any big reason to be mad at you.

once in the building, he got out of the car. you took deep breaths, taking a few seconds before moving to unbuckle your seatbelt. before you could move to open the car door, he was there, leaning down, and sliding his arms under you, pulling your body towards him.

it was instinctual, the way your arms wrapped around your neck, and your legs locked around his waist.

you were shaken and did not have a clear enough mind to be embarrassed.

“are you drunk?”

“n-no, they tried to get me to drink, that’s why i left-”

he walked towards the elevator, and you felt his muscles shift against you. your skimpy dress rose over your thighs, his rough hands grazing your soft skin. your body spasmed in response and he grunted in response.

neither of you seemed embarrassed enough to separate, so neither of you said a word. you just held on tighter. the elevator doors closed and you went up to the lobby, into the private elevator that led to the penthouse.

it was more private, it was his elevator. and you were safe.

his nose grazed your sweaty neck and you heard his inhale. he was unapologetic. his hands flexing on your ass.

you bucked your hips softly, your barely covered cunt brushing the hard material of his suit.

“careful there, you don’t want to start anything you can’t finish” his voice was rougher than usual, strained.

“i just, want you to hold me…” you could barely make sense of the concoction of strong feelings flowing through your veins. you were certain that you would break apart if he let you go.

he hummed in what seemed like assent.

the elevator dinged and you were home. “do you want me to take you to your room?”

“later..” your voice was meek. you could feel your cunt clenching at the simple pressure of him against you.

he walked to the kitchen sitting you down on the sleek counter. you snapped your thighs closed, you desperately wanted to sneak your hand into your panties and relieve the ache.

you watched him move around the kitchen, he made you a glass of water “drink.” his voice gruff. you drank as he made you a simple sandwich.

he leaned against the edge of a counter and watched you eat it.

you averted your eyes, chewing slowly. you licked the crumbs off your fingers, and you could hear his audible intake of breath.

“can we watch a movie?” you were sleepy, the adrenaline fading away, but you wanted an excuse to stay with him.

he chuckled softly, seeing right through you.

“how about you get ready for bed. we can watch the movie tomorrow…”

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you went your separate ways.

and you tried to be good.

not touching your aching pussy, because you wanted to hold off… for what? you would never admit to yourself.

but you laid in your silk pajama set on your bed for a while, and it felt cold. you were anxious.

before you could think, you were tip-toeing out of your room, down the hallway, and freezing in front of his door.

it was deadly silent. maybe he was asleep.

you knocked softly, not enough to wake him in case he had been sleeping.

you had never entered the room. it was spacious. the curtains open, displaying the city lights, you could see him clearly, sitting on his bed, laptop on his lap.

he was shirtless. your throat dried. you gulped and could not help but stare.

you jolted at the soft sound of his computer closing, he placed it on the nightstand, turning your attention to you.

his expression was soft and open, nothing you had ever seen before. “are you okay sweetheart? do you need anything?”

you bit your lip, your chin trembling with a wave of emotions.

your legs moved you toward the bed.

it was you who was making the move, of your own volition. his eyelids fluttered, eyes darkened as his pupils doubled in size.

you slid a leg over his lap, situating yourself on him, thighs straddling his lap.

you gasped as you felt his sweatpants tent with his hardness against your covered cunt.

you placed your palms on his shoulders.

“you… i need you, please…” you rolled your hips deep breathing filled the room.

“i need you to be a hundred percent sure, i’ve wanted you for so long, i don’t want to ruin us…” his voice was strained, his hands sliding over the soft texture of your silky pajamas.

“please… please daddy, i need you!”

in a millisecond you were on your back, and he hovered over you, using his forearms as support.

your eyes met in the nightlight, and you rolled your hips, needy for anything to get you off.

“sweetheart…” his hands were under your silk shirt, and caressing the soft warm skin of your stomach, sliding up, up into your pebbled nipples. “you are better than anything my mind made up.”

“you thought about me?” you whined as his thumbs played with your nipples

“always.” slid his hands under your shorts and panties and yanked them harshly down your legs.

“ahhh-” you sighed in pleasure as his index finger slid you open, you were dripping wet. and the drag of his rough calloused finger made your pussy weep and clench.

he slid one finger inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

your hips jerked and bucked in surprise.

the feeling of his touch was exquisite, incomparable to your own.

“daddy!” you yelped as his thumb pressed harshly on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves.

“do you like this baby?”

“yes! nothing like my own hand…”

you heard him groan, “don’t tell me no one else has touched this pretty pussy.”

“j-just you, please!” your gummy walls clenched around his fingers, he withdrew them, and this time his middle finger joined in.

you could feel the familiar pressure building in your core. this time it felt like it was going to burst. and you whined, never achieving orgasm before.

“you feel so good around my fingers, so tight, i can’t wait to fuck you with my cock, feel you clench around me.” his voice was gruff and you yelped as you felt the pressure build and build.

your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping them hard,

you were about to come, and he had not kissed you.

“kiss me, please daddy…”

“sweet girl,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips lowered to yours. they were soft against yours, but harsh in their movements.

his thumb rubbed your clit, and slowly the pressure grew to be too much. your jaw slackened and you screamed as your whole body shook with pleasure

you felt your pussy gush and you moaned uncontrollably at the release.

“baby, do you think you ready for me?”

“yes, please, please! more.” your voice shook slightly, legs trembling with the aftershock of orgasm.

you whined at the loss of his body warmth as he moved to remove his pants, he had not been wearing any boxers, your thighs clenched at the sight, his defined muscles, pointing at his dick.

your body spasmed with inpatient and he chuckled.

“open your legs for me doll.”

it took some effort but you slid your legs open for him to rest his hips between your thighs.

the pressure of his hard cock against your sensitive dick was enough to make you roll your hips.

he whispered soft praises and words of encouragement as he aligned himself with your drenched cunt.

you slid your hands over his waist and onto his lower back, spreading your fingers as he pushed into you.

you exhaled loudly as you felt him deliciously stretch you open. your mouth was open, wanton whines and moans leaving your lips like prayers.

henry’s words started to make less and less sense as he fully sheathed himself into your pussy.

you tightened your thighs around his hips, pulling him closer with your hands.

his moved his hips, his cock sliding out of you slightly before he thrusted slowly back in.

“unhhhh-” tears slipped down your eyelids, it felt so unbelievably good, your breasts brushed against his hard muscles, and his body weight on you felt better than everything you could ever dream of.

his thrusts sped up, harder, faster deeper, and you were screaming and crying in pleasure

“daddy ’s good, feel so good, ‘m gonna come.” you babbled, your body spasming with overstimulation, you felt the now familiar pleasure wash over you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your pussy squeezing him, and squirting with overstimulation, you were too high on pleasure to be embarrassed.

his thrusts got sloppy. “going to make daddy a mommy!”

you shivered at the unexpected pleasure that visual gave you and you felt him shudder and spasm, his dick spurting with come, painting your walls with his come.

his body went slack, and his full body weight was on you.

your eyes closed in blissful exhaustion.

you had everything you ever dreamed of, consciousness escaped you along with a “love you daddy”.

you were too gone to hear him say it back.

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ty for reading angles, hope you enjoyed, -reblogs and comments always appreciated-

#henry cavill #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #sub reader

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ravenrosequartz · 1 day

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Furry

Attn: So I’ve written this very self indulgent smutty fic as an ode to Henry’s hair tiddies. Thanks to @everything-but-the-not-natural for sharing this lovely pic with me. It’s been burned into my brain since I saw it. I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 739

Pairing: Henry x Wife Reader

Summary: You and Henry are on vacation and you can’t help yourself from touching his body hair while he’s shirtless.

Warnings: 18+, body hair worship (is that a thing?), a little impact play, biting, nipple play, outdoor sex (p in v), creampie, hyperspermia (because in my mind that’s a Henry thing now)

You were lounging in front of the lake on a nice sunny day. Henry had decided the two of you needed a well deserved vacation so he rented out this private lakefront cabin. You watched your husband as he played fetch with Kal, waist deep in the water, his hairy chest glistening with beads of water while smiling from ear to ear. You loved seeing him like this. Happy, carefree and also shirtless, bearded, and sexy as hell.

You took your lip between your teeth as you stared. “See something you like, Mrs. Cavill?,” he asked as he grinned cheekily. “Mmhmm,” you nodded while licking your lips. “Oh really?,” he said as he made his way out of the water. He sat down on the seat beside you and continued to smile. You got up and sauntered over to him. You straddled his lap and he laid back on the seat with you on top of him. You gently raked your nails over his chest hairs, relishing the feeling.

You hummed as you continued feeling it and the hairs on his stomach. “Not that I’m complaining darling, but what are you so obsessed with my body hair?,” he asked. You then slapped his hairy chest, making him hiss lightly. “You’re just so furry, baby. Drives me crazy,” you said as you nuzzled your face down into his chest. He groaned deeply as you nipped at his flesh. You took one nipple then the other into your mouth, swirling your tongue around each as your ground your hips into his hardening length.

“Fuck baby,” he gasped. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your right here on this chair? Right out here on the beach Hen?,” you asked sultrily. “If you don’t I’ll never forgive you,” he joked with a chuckle. You stood up and removed your swimsuit as he discarded his trunks. You went to take his cock in your mouth but he grabbed you quickly, bringing you back astraddle his lap. “I need you,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you fervently.

You were happy to oblige. You reached down and lined him up with your slick cunt before sliding down. He moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the surrounding woods. “Yeah? That feel good baby?,” you said as you began rolling your hips. “It always feels good darling. Come here,” he said as he pulled you flush to his chest and held you tightly. He braced his feet on the chair and began thrusting up into you wildly, making you cry out in pleasure.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the way your clit was pressed into his pelvis, and the feeling of his coarse hair scrubbing against your smooth body was sending you barreling towards release. Henry was still moaning loudly against your lips as desperate gasps left yours. “Come for me darling. Come. Be good for me,” he encouraged. With a few more strokes your walls began convulsing wildly around him. “That’s so good… that so… Uhhh,” he whined.

“Henry,” you moaned as he picked up speed. “Again baby. Need… one more,” he strained. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you keened as you teetered on the edge. Your entire body convulsed as you came a second time. “Ooooh shit… fuck. Baby,” he huffed as he came. His hips slowed as spurt after spurt of his hot come filled you full. You could feel it leaking out of you and coating your clit and the bottom of your asscheeks as he still thrummed within you.

You kissed him softly as the two of you calmed down then sighed contentedly as you laid your head on his shoulder. “For the record… I like when you rake your dainty fingers through my body hair darling. It feels so good. Turns me on,” he told you. “That’s good to know because there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop myself from doing it,” you said making him laugh. “I love you darling,” he said as he looked down at you, eyes soft and full of love. “I love you too Henry,” you replied with a kiss.

“Me being shirtless most of this trip is going to turn you into a wild woman isn’t it?,” he said suddenly. “Without a doubt,” you grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said huskily. He began kissing you passionately and you could feel him hardening inside you once again.

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#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #hyperspermia

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Dad's Best Friend

August Walker x reader

Summary: August is your dad's best friend, and the two of you share a special afternoon.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, my girl, baby, good girl), Age Gap

Wordcount: 1.8k+

A/N: Reader is in her mid 20s and august is in his 40s.

You attended your father's 46th birthday celebration; this year, he went above and beyond. Instead of hosting the celebration at his home as he usually did, he chose to rent a banquet hall. The reason? You did not know.

Nonetheless, the décor and the extravagantly dressed attendees were stunning. Ladies, including you in the most exquisite dresses, and men dressed in their best suits

As you moved around the room, you introduced yourself to everyone and thanked them on your father's behalf.

That is when you noticed him, August. You did not think he might be here, but he definitely would be given that your father and him have been close friends for a long time.

In the past, even with other people around, you did not dare to approach him. You were not as nervous anymore because you were older and had more life experience.

"Hey August, remember me?" you said as you entered his field of vision. "No, I am sorry; I don't," he said after giving you a quick glance. "Alexander's daughter, I know I do not look the same," you said with a smile as you looked at him. August's eyes nearly bulged out of his head in shock at what he was seeing.

Although he thought you were attractive the last time he saw you, he decided not to pursue you because you were the daughter of his close friend.

"Oh yes, I apologize. How are you doing?"

Compared to the earlier conversations you had that same night, this one between the two of you seemed to flow naturally.

August began to perceive you differently; you were not the same apprehensive college student he first met three years ago. That is what frightened him, because he did not care about the consequences of what he wanted to do to you and with you.

He eyed your movements more than he should’ve. Whether or not you noticed was irrelevant to him. How you occasionally licked your lips following each wine sip

He needed to leave your presence because of the unholy thoughts that started to run through his mind. "Please excuse me; I have to use the restroom." He smiled at you with his lips pursed.

You were upset in some ways and dreaded the conversation's end. However, you also departed to spend the rest of the evening with your parents.

When the cake was brought out for your father, everyone gathered. August put his arm around your father and shouted, "Happy birthday!" clearly drunk.

When your father went to blow out the candles, August looked at you with a lustful glare that made you squeeze your thighs together.

He noticed that, and it made his ego soar knowing he was making you feel that way.

You arrived at your parent's house the following morning. "Hello?" As there was nobody in sight when you went to look around, you made the decision to sit and wait for them.

After 30 minutes, you heard the door open. "Mom? Dad?” you called out.

"Unfortunately, no, I came by to say goodbye to your father," August said as he appeared.

“Oh, my parents' are out. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.” You looked to the couch and said, “If you like, you could sit and wait with me.”

He didn’t second-guess his choice.

He took a seat and began to man spread.

On a chair your parents had in the living room, you sat across from him.

Until he spoke, the two of you sat in quiet comfort. “If I have not already said so, you looked stunning last night.”

“Thank you; what I wore last night wasn’t my first choice, nor was the dress my favorite.” August stayed quiet for a moment, taking you in. He rubbed his jaw. "Well, still, you looked stunning. I'm sure you look stunning in anything you wear"

What he said shocked you, you hadn't expected to hear that from him.

You eyed him just as he did with you, and you realized that you hadn't seen someone look so good with a beard; you wanted to know how it would feel against your pussy while giving you head.

You were 99% sure it would feel like heaven.

Acting on instinct, you walked over to the couch and climbed onto his lap. He leaned his head back to look up at you with a smirk. “And what are you doing, princess?” You grabbed his jaw and kissed him. His lips were soft, moving elegantly against yours.

You felt his hardened cock underneath his slacks, and you started to rub yourself against his cock.

He grabbed the back of your neck, turning the soft kiss into a harsh one.

Holding onto you tightly, he turned you on your back. He started to kiss down your neck, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"Let's get your shirt off." He threw your shirt off and started kissing between your breasts. You leaned up for a moment to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was off, he grabbed each one, kissing and sucking your nipples and moaning around them.

"Fuck, you have the most perfect tits."

Moans were filling up the silence in the house.

You helped him undo your pants, and he smacked your thighs for you to open them wider.

"You're drenched for me already, princess." He moved your panties over and slid two of his fingers between your folds before removing them and tasting you.

He held a smirk on his face as he lowered himself. He ripped your panties, and you felt his breath over your bare pussy. "Please August"

"Tell me what you want, princess, and I'll give it to you."

You looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Please lick my pussy; I need it."

He opened up your folds with his fingers and started sucking on your clit, he removed his mouth, and you whined. You leaned up to look at him; he spat down on your pussy and started to rub your clit. "Oh, shit" you moaned loudly.

You watched as he relentlessly sucked and licked your pussy repeatedly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your pussy tasted so sweet. "Does my girl want my fingers?" You couldn't get your words out; you nodded quickly.

"Give me your words."

"Yes, I want your fingers."

He plunged his fingers into you, and he watched as you threw your head back.

You could feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm. "I- I'm going to come." You held on to his hair as you grinded your pussy on his face.

Your moans became louder, and your thighs started to shake. He held a tight grip on them. Your eyes were shut tightly, and you saw spots behind them as you came on his face.

You were right; his beard felt fantastic against your pussy.

You watched him take off his shirt and then his slacks. He pulled out his enlarged cock, which was bigger than you anticipated.

"Open your mouth." You did as told; he looked at you, then his cock. "You know what to do, baby."

You kissed his head and then licked around his tip before fully taking his cock into your mouth. You began to hallow your cheeks as he pushed his cock down your throat. "God, baby, your mouth is a talent."

Tears started to brim in your eyes. "My girl looks gorgeous with my cock down her throat. Shit, I'm going to fucking cum." He spurted down your throat, and you proudly swallowed his load.

"I need to feel your pussy around my cock; I can't wait a moment longer."

He tapped his cock on your pussy, and moved between your folds. Your wetness spread over him before he delved into you. Your mouth parted with a moan. "Oh god, August."

"That's right, baby. Taking my dick so well. You're such a good girl for me."

He slowly built up a pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Your pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?" He grunted out, "I've been thinking of this since last night, wondering how you feel around my cock."

He gave your face a little slap and grabbed your jaw. "Answer me."

"Yes, my pussy belongs to you."

Both of your moans were mixing together with the sound of slapping skin, and he was in awe at how your tits were bouncing up and down. He leaned down and licked around one of your nipples while pinching the other one.

He moved his lips upward and began to massage his tongue with yours. You moaned into the intense kiss you were sharing.

He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it onto his shoulder, kissing the side of your ankle, and holding onto your hips. This position allowed him to reach deeper. "August, baby, I'm going to come."

"Yeah, going to come all over my cock? Just like a good girl, I know you are."

He pulled you closer to him and increased his pace; your nails were scratching on his back. His grunts were sounds of pleasure and pain.

"Look at me; I want to see your pretty face while you come all over, my cock princess."

Your brows furrowed, and you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach while your thighs began to shake.

"Oh, oh yes."

August was close to your face, your lips brushing against one another.

"I'm going to fill up your sweet pussy; make you full of me, baby."

"Yes, please"

He kissed you hard before he moaned out, filling you with his cum. August thrusted inside you a few more times to get every drop of him into you.

August removed his cock, and at the same time, you heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit!"

In a hurry, you and August got dressed.

Your parents walked through the door. "y/n, where are you, sweetie?"

"I'm in the living room." You smiled at her once you saw her. She looked over at August, not expecting to see him. "August, what are you doing here?" He responded kindly to her, "I was coming to say goodbye to my best man, of course."

Your mother told him where your father was, and afterward, she walked to you. "Are you okay? you're flustered."

"Yes, of course I'm okay. Just excited to spend my last night with both you and Dad."

Your mother, being the sweetest person on the planet, of course, believed your lie.

"y/n come say bye to August."

You walked to him, standing in front of the door. "It was so nice seeing you again. It was a pleasure." The smile you held was genuine.

"No, trust me, the pleasure was all mine." August brought you in for a hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will keep my cum in you for the rest of the day. If you don't, I will find out. I'll be seeing you love." He gave you a kiss on your cheek before bidding your parents goodbye for the last time.

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This makes me very happy. I want. Soft dim like Henry 🥰

𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔟𝔬𝔴

𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

summary [henry let's you play with bows and you get carried away]

warnings [smut, mouth stuff🎀, bimbo~ish ig, no p in v, pet names, soft dom henry🎀]

being the type of girl you were you loved ribbons and bows. they weren't something you indulged in often as a child, growing up in the country and all, but once you got older you feel in love with them.

you'd put them everywhere, in your hair, on your clothes, there's even some on your walls and others tied around stuffed bears.

Henry had recently gotten you these really cute ribbon bow clips and you were currently sitting beside him putting them in his hair. he's not really paying attention to you, he's used to this kind of treatment and just sat scrolling on his phone. you dropped one of the clips from his hair and in to his lap. as you go to reach for it a thought flashes in your mind. 'can I put a bow on your dick?' you ask your boyfriend after retrieving the clip.

you see the way henry freezes and hurriedly say 'not these, like ribbon' you clear up. he lets out a breath and laugh before looking at you 'I was scared for a sec baby' he says tucking a peice of hair behind your ear making you smile. he returns your smile and leans in for a kiss. 'of course I'll let my pretty girl dress me up' henry says sitting back up with the clips still in his hair.

so excited you jump up and let out a squeal 'omg yay' you scream about to go into you and Henry's shared room for some ribbon. turning to him before you go saying 'don't get hard' which earns you an eye roll as you leave 'you wanna do it or not' he mumbles as your walking but you hear.

in the room your trying to figure out what color ribbon you wanted. you got it down to pink and purple, so you bring them out to henry. 'which one do you want?' you question, you sit beside him on the couch, getting comfortable with your upper half mostly on his lap. 'whatever matches my hair' he says as he scrolls through something.

you go with the pink since he had pink in his hair. unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out your really happy to see the he wasn't hard. it might sound odd but you liked playing with his soft cock. cutting the ribbon to length before throwing everything on to the floor. you start to tie the ribbon at the base of his dick, humming to yourself as henry continued on his phone, you could care less.

looking down at the pretty pink bow you made your so proud in your self. you let out a giggle in excitement and notice the way Henry's cock twitched when you laughed. your mouth begin to water. trying something else you lightly blow making it twitch again.

you mouth became the ocean and you desperatly needed to taste him. opening your mouth and letting droll drip onto the head of his cock before lowering your head and licking it up. 'ohh fuck baby' henry moans out at the unexpected pleasure, finally placing his attention on you.

you take the tip of this cock in your mouth savering the taste of him. opening your mouth wider you take his full soft length in. feeling the bow brush against your lips. feeling him swell you come up for air letting out a little whine at the fact that this is the first time he's ever fully fit in your mouth, and it's because hes never let you suck it soft. and it's not gonna last much longer, but you'll enjoy having him in your mouth either way.

looking up to meet his gaze he grips your jaw and squeezes your cheecks together. sticking out your tounge he roughly brings you up for a sloppy kiss, gripping the back of your scalp. he breaks the kiss to leave kisses all over your face before letting you go back down to his cock, which is now fully hard.

bow intact.

you lick from the base to the tip repetadly. bringing your focus more to the head of his cock you bring one hand to the base and the other to his balls. 'fuck baby you know daddy likes that' he moans out as his hips buck forcing the tip of his cock all the way into your mouth. you gag a little before you adjust to it returning to your pace.

henry looks down to the ungodly display infornt of him. you desperatly sucking his cock, pretty hands playing with his balls with a pretty pink ribbon rapped around his cock, your eyes are watery, the floor beneath you full of droll and pre cum. your looking up to him eyes glossed over moaning every so often telling him just how much you love his cock.

'ahh- fuckk, baby im gonna cum' he moaned out. forcing the rest of his cock into your moth and down your throat henry couldn't hold back any longer. his cum being forced down your throat and falling from the sides of your mouth around his cock getting your bow all dirty. removing him from your mouth with a giggle and a smile so happy that you grew into loving bows.

[a/n: this randomly came to me and I wrote it right away so if it's bad blame it on that. 🎀]

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