#aghahhghag | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mightyhemsworthy · 4 years

Text

BEDTIME STORY (Henry Cavill x Reader)

Summary: Hearing Henry’s reading out the Witcher turned you on more than you wanted to admit. Word Count: 1767 Inspired by: this video, God have mercy on my soul Warning: smut, smut, SMUT Author’s note: Gosh, I’m so done with this man. I needed to write this out of my system, I hope you’ll like it. Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I’m sorry for any kind of mistakes. I would be glad if I could read your suggestions or comments about my story! ♡

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL! I HOPE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE AND GET WHAT YOU WANT. ♡

Henry was sitting in a black wind’s chair when you came to your room. Your towel was covering your body, while you were tried to dry up your hair with another one. Your eyes shoot up at him and you saw that he was reading the Witcher. It was part of his daily routine now since he finished the shooting of the series. He started to reread the books and it turned you on more than you wanted to admit. But you just couldn’t help not seeing his eyes as they illuminated with excitement, as his lips slightly parted while he read the lines. You were just watching him as his eyes soaked up the adventures of Geralt. He was so sexy and nerdy at the same time that your core started to pool with emotions that you tried to suppress.

“You like what you see, darling?” he started with a dangerously low voice and you involuntary rubbed your legs together underneath the towel. He noticed it, he noticed every single detail about you, even though you thought he didn’t.

You tried to turn away as you continued to dry your hair with the towel. This way you couldn’t see that a cheeky grin passed on his lips.

“The witcher rode slowly,” he started to read out the lines and you froze on your spot as you’ve heard his beautiful voice which was now filled with desire. He was like a predator, who tried to seduce and hunt you down just by using his voice. He wanted to leave your shyness aside and wanted to drive you insane with his words. He wanted you to beg. To form what you want. To form what you need. “without trying to overtake the hay cart obstructing the road.” he continued as you turned back towards him, now just standing there and watching him as he continued the story. “A laden donkey trotted behind him, stretching its neck and constantly pulling the cord tied to the witcher's pommel tight.” he looked up and seen the most beautiful woman ever, your cheeks were flushed, your hair was messy and wet after you’ve washed it. After seeing you a state like this it was hard for him to hold himself back, but he had to keep his composure.

“In addition to the usual bags…” he swallowed hard and started but you interjected.

“Henry, stop,” your voice was hoarse, trying to do something with your hands because you felt so uncomfortable just standing there, mesmerized by his voice.

“What’s wrong, darling?” he asked, looking at you with his beautiful eyes. Since you didn’t answer he looked back to his book and continued to read.

“The stranger was not old, but his hair was alm-“ you started to get closer and closer to him. You didn’t even know what you did until you were standing by his legs. His voice was haunting you that he could play your body like an instrument.

He stopped and looked at you once again.

“Henry, please…” you whimpered, so he put down the book and pulled you into his lap. He was looking at you with so much passion that his gaze was burning every inch of your skin. Not to mention his hands… oh, his hands. He firmly and delicately grabbed your ass which was so perfectly fitting in his lap. You moved closer to him and you could feel him getting hard underneath you.

“You can turn me on just by using your voice,” you whispered into his lips and he tried to suppress a smile, but it was impossible to do.

“How turned on are you right now?” he asked, slowly unwrapping the towel off your body as he was opening a gift. He wet his lips as his fingers found your core underneath the fabric. Due to his touch, you suddenly became wetter than you already were. He just hissed, pressing his lips together.

“Please,” you whispered; you were desperately trying to get some friction to satisfy your needs. He didn’t look at you, but he took back the book and started to read again.

“The stranger was not old, but his hair was almost entirely white.” he held the book in his one hand, while he started to caress you with his other one. You moaned at the sensation, how he stretched you with his fingers, how his voice was drenched with lust. His voice was so low, he was almost grunting as he was feeling every single movement as well. You could see his biceps bulging underneath his shirt, while he was working skillfully with his hand. “Beneath his coat, he wore a worn leather jerkin laced up at the neck and shoulders.” with every single word, he pushed. Your breath became faster and stuck in your throat as he was pulling and pressing with each sentence. You buried your head in the nape of his neck, moving forward thus giving better access to him.

“As he took off his coat,” he whispered into your ear, now using his hands faster, while he started to read in a raspy voice. “those around him noticed that he carried a sword, not something unusual in itself, nearly every man in Wyzim carried a weapon, but no one carried a sword strapped to his back as if it were a bow or a quiver.”

“Henry…” you moaned. You couldn’t even understand the lines now, you were just concentrating on his voice and hand. He suddenly put down the book and grabbed your neck to press a passionate kiss to your lips. He was firm and definite.

Your bodies moved in incredible sync, pushing and pulling. You were ripping off the shirt on him, as he grabbed your tights, standing up so he could lay you on the bed.

The two of you suddenly moved away, so you had the chance to see his figure. He was so broad and big that all you wanted to do is to explore his body. After all this time you still couldn’t get bored of him, you adored his body and he knew it well as you mentioned it every time.

“Gosh, destroy me with that body,” you uttered, which was so out of context that he started to laugh.

“Wait for a little, darling,” his voice was so filled with joy that you immediately smiled as you looked at him. He was finally naked, but your body was still somewhat hidden. His whole body tensed up, as he pulled the whole towel and tossed it to the floor.

“Much better,” he growled and took his right position between your legs.

“Henry, let’s just…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt his lips and tongue already on your aching desire, trying to burst from the pleasure he was giving you. Heat washed your body over, as he was using his mouth to give you the best satisfaction he could, while his fingers started to search for your boobs and playing with them. You arched, giving better access to him and couldn’t help but let out a moan as how well he used your body.

“Let me hear it, princess,” he commanded, and you started to shiver at this word. His voice opened some places in you that you didn’t know it existed. Your whole body trembled, grabbing the sheets as he was pushing you over the edge more and more.

“Let me hear how much you like it,” your breath hitched at his words. “Let me hear how much you’re mine,” he continued, replacing his tongue with one of his fingers again. “And…” he started, pulling out and then pressing in with each word. “Only, mine.” as he finished the sentence you were done too. The world stopped for a minute as your whole body started to pulsate, sudden relief and pleasure burying you over. His name was like a prayer on your lips, you mentioned it over and over again, till you somewhat regained yourself after what he gave you.

Before you could react, he was already on top of you, pressing his body to yours, while he positioned himself between your legs. He looked at you, brushing a few hair strands out of your face, while he looked down to your lips… so softly, that it almost consumed you.

Then he looked deeply into your eyes, looking after your reactions. He couldn’t find anything but deep admiration, respect, and love. And he felt the same.

“I love you,” he started, getting closer and closer to your lips. “so much,” he added, before finally pushing into you. You cried out at the sudden sensation. Even though he gave the best warm-up he could, he was so long and wide that it took a few minutes to adjust to his size. But he filled you up so deliciously.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, slowly and carefully moving so you could get used to it.

“It’s okay,” you whispered while you got lost in his touch. Your lips melted together, while your fingers caressed his slightly wavy hair. He was constantly touching you, make you feel appreciated, your jaw, your neck, your sides. It was the best kind of making love and no one could make you feel this way, only him.

Your second orgasm of the night already started to pool between your legs, as well as Henry’s. You could sense how his motion became a little bit sloppy and out of movement when the two of you reached the skies together.

He grunted as he reached the top, grabbing your waist which would surely live an imprint on you, but you couldn’t care less, as you approached as well. His name was in your prayers again, while he continued to move a little bit to help you ride out your orgasm as well as his.

“I love you, too,” you said it back, constantly giving soft kisses to him. “I love you,” you repeated over and over, till he started to chuckle.

“I love you too, princess,” he said in an incredibly satisfied way as he got what he wanted. You were a moaning mess for him, who got what she needed. “I should read to you more often if I know this will be the end,” he added, and you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“I agree with you, Mr. Cavill,” you said as you moved your positions and now you were top of him. “I agree…” you murmured as you pressed another kiss to his lips, which was just the beginning of the night.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill oneshot #henry cavill fanfiction #my writing #nicole speaks #aghahhghag #my writings #mightyhemsworthy #im DYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING #i want to know what yall think

1K notes · View notes