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sillyteecup · 4 months

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A friendly reminder

Henry Cavillx Black!reader

Warnings:

**18+ **

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of alcohol

Smut

Rough sex

Dom-sub dynamics

Bondage

Unprotected sex (do not try this at home)

Spanking

Over stimulation

The use of a vibrator

Oral (male receiving)

Degrading kink

Consensual face slapping

Overall just filth

“CONVINCED WE WERE BROKEN INSIIIIIDEEEE”

~Me at 11:45 P.M on the 3rd of January while listening to The Weekend and thinking of the concept...

I have returned baring gifts for my fellow sinners...have fun kids❤

goes back into hiding

~°~

Sitting in the middle of the bed, bare ass on the back of your heels, deprived of your sight by a silk blindfold, touch constricted by the silk binding of your wrists behind your back, arousal heightened by the cold metal clenching onto your nipples accompanied by the torturous feel of the currently static silicone toy in your seeping wet cunt; you took a breath the air, spiked heavily with his unholy dominion, feeling regretful but with a sickening tinge of excitement.

Your day of reckoning had finally come. After years of playing it safe and obeying every rule to a tee, the brat inside you absolutely snapped. It wasn’t unheard of-she snapped occasionally. Just never at Him. Your dom. Your Husband. Never at Henry. But that ight, she did and she went in hard.

Henry although ever the lenient softy, could never stand for blatant disrespect. And the disrespect you displayed 2 days ago was of the highest degree (granted you were drunk and pissed off). So obviously you were in for a punishment of the highest degree.

“I must admit, although deeply disappointed, I can’t help but be a little elated by how beautiful you look,” he mused.

”Thank you sir,” you responded instinctively, avoiding any unnecessary discipline from your dom.

“Mmmm. You know why we’re here right?” he questions you, voice smooth yet sharp, like glass.

You can’t see him but you can feel his burning gaze on your exposed skin. Although he sounded calm, you knew that the slightest sign of rebellion or disobedience would set off a darker, more dangerous side of your husband. A side you’d secretly been longing to see come to life.

But not yet. You had to bide your time. You were in his domain now.

“Yes sir,” you answer humbly.

“Yes? And why exactly are we here princess?” he teasingly asks.

"Because of what I did sir," you murmur softly.

"Which was?" he presses. He knows that despite you considering the punishment as a reward, you're still embarrassed by what led to where you are.

You sigh, recalling the series of unfortunate events that brought you where you are. From him showing up late to your anniversary dinner, all the way to you calling loudly provoking him in the restaurant in front of all the other diners. Calling him all sorts of unsavory names.

"Behaving like a brat sir."

He chuckles darkly before yanking at your hair ellicitng a light squeal.

"Behaving like a brat is putting it very lightly sweetheart. Why don't we call a spade a spade shall we?" he taunts.

In your short window of contemplation, you fight the urge to stay silent in order to preserve what's left of your dignity. Your better judgment however, knows that would just edge Henry on even further. He'd just get meaner till there was none the shred of dignity remaining in you.

So you relent and firmly answer, "I behaved like a slut sir."

Right as his hand untangles from your hair, it lands at the base of your throat. He hasn't begun squeezing yet but there's a promise that he will should you step out of line. There's that sickening tinge of excitement.

"Mmm and what happens when you behave like a slut?" his smooth voice questions.

You gulp. "I get punished like one."

Suddenly, the toy in your pussy gets to work at a level of vibration you never anticipated. It's soft groans against the walls of your cunt are accompanied by the rather sinful sounds that escape your parted lips. A part of you feels unending bliss and praises it's work, the other end feels unending torture and prays for mercy.

Whichever higher power chooses to listen works either way with you.

You feel the space beside you dip as Henry takes a seat. His calloused yet gentle hands begin to dance over your naval, up to your breasts before catching your sensitive nipples in between his thumbs and index fingers. His fingers squeeze and roll and flick and fiddle, overflowing your already tall glass of arousal.

"I-I'm alm-almost there sir, please..." you manage to utter earning but his soft lips sucking at the skin where has hands had been as a response.

He's far from done with you.

In a flash, you're roughly placed on your front across his muscular cotton clad thighs. There's no time to prepare yourself for the impact of his large hand connecting mercilessly with your ass. Only a second to yelp in reaction.

"Count," he demands gruffly.

And you do. You count every last smack against your ass down to the 20th one. Sitting is overrated anyway.

"What do we say after a spanking princess?"

"Thank you sir," you rasp.

He roughly picks you up and flings you back onto the bed. It's as if the memories of everything you'd said to get here had come back to him louder than Celine Dione's high notes.

"All fours, facing me," he commands of you and without question, you assume the position restraints and all.

With that he uses his left thumb to pry your mouth wide open before shoving his rather large dick into your mouth. At this point you're but a vessel meant solely for his pleasure as he pumps himself using your mouth. His dick hits depths that make your eyes water and your jaw feels slack.

No mercy for the disobedient.

Once satisfied he pulls himself out and lays on your back, positioning your restrained hands above your head. He removes the now soaked toy while spreading your legs to reveal your precious pussy to him.

Correction: his precious pussy to him.

Like a man possessed, he gets on his knees before you, almost as if in worship, and begins to feast on your cunt like it's his last meal. His tongue laps at your clit, gently flicking it with it's tip. The sensation sends you into oblivion and has your eyes rolling back behind the blindfold. Maybe this is the real stairway to heaven.

Although wordlessly expected to stay silent unless commanded otherwise, you can't help the ragged moans coming from you. You can't help the constant praises spilling from your lips.

"Feels so fucking good!"

"Please don't stop!"

"You feel amazing!"

"MORE MORE MORE!"

This only provokes him. He removes his tongue from your clit and crawls onto the bed, removing the blindfold to reveal the image of him towering over you like a Greek god. A certain craze and hunger swims behind the blues of his irises as they meet your greedy browns. He licks his lips slyly, as though he is plotting.

Likely your demise.

"You want more, slut?" he whispers sinisterly.

The pet name sends a shiver down your spine. All you had to do was shut your mouth. Maybe if you do it right this time-

His hand sharply connects with your right cheek. A clear sign that he's growing impatient.

"Answer me slut. Do you want more?" he asks again, his voice growing from a whisper to something akin to a growl.

Again you remain silent, only to earn another slap to the same cheek. And another, and another, and another elliciting light cries from you.

"You're so keen on speaking when you're not supposed to aren't you sweetheart? Yet when I ask you a question and actually expect you to respond, your filthy tongue disappoints you," he scolds as his hand now finds itself back at the base of your throat. This time it fulfills its promise.

"I'm-I'm sorry s-sir-sir," you attempt to sputter as he constricts your breathing only adding fuel to the fire that is your arousal.

He grins at you. But it's not the usual cheery grin he normally sends your way when you make him blueberry pancakes or when you run him a bath after a long day. No.

This is a smile of pure malice. Some would say evil.

He crawls off of the bed and makes quick work of his sweats before lining you up with his now throbbing dick. He then abruptly shoves himself inside of you causing you to scream his name in pleasure.

For this he doesn't let you adjust to his size, he just proceeds to fuck you into Andromeda. His hand covers your mouth and nose at the same time, moving it for only a second at a time to allow you to catch your breath. Beneath his hand you moan and cry for him to allow you to cum.

"Beg me slut," he growls unrelenting in his unforgiving rhythm.

"Please sir! Please I'm begging you!" you plead.

"Louder," he commands.

"SIR PLEASE! PLEASE I NEED TO CUM!"

"Go ahead sweetheart. Go ahead and cum all over my cock," he relents and you obey, falling head first into a mind numbing orgasm.

His rhythm grows gentler as he allows you to come down from your high before he drives you into another. And another, and another, and another, causing you to cry his praises at the top of your lungs. This time however he doesn't mind because he's close too.

"Come on sweetheart, cum with me," he urges as he chases his own high.

He thrusts and thrusts and your pussy pulses around his dick as his seed paints your pink inner walls white. A chorus of curses fills the room as you both finally climax. His strokes grow sloppy like the ending of this fic before he pulls out and collapses next you in matching exhaustion. The myriad of loving kisses are sign that it's over.

Henry feels like he's got his point across.

"Quite the punishment that was Mr Cavill," you giggle sleepily.

"Not necessarily a punishment," he retorts, fighting his own sleepiness.

You cock your eyebrow questioningly. "Oh? Then what was it?"

"Moreso a friendly reminder. Now get some sleep sweetheart, you had a long night," he jokes as he pulls you closer to him.

The two of you dose off in the soaked covers, not bothering to get under them. After all Henry was right.

It had been a long night.

~°~

A.N: Well, I hope yall enjoyed this❤️

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