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Cerasa et vinum

The first smut is here, doves! :) Have fun.

warning: sexual content

For the life of her, she couldn’t sleep.

She liked summer. The fresh fruits from the market, dresses everyday, warm nights, and just killing time away in the country house with her dear friends doing all kinds of things. It was heavenly, really. Having to go nowhere, drinking out of tea cups and smoking cigarettes all day. This was her favorite thing in the whole world, well… Almost. If she was honest, her favorite thing in the world was a certain person, with the name Henry Winter. The group altogether was really close, but her and Henry had a different type of bond. It was precious, really. Everyone saw it, but nobody ever said anything, there was no need to. 

But back to that certain summer night, she was tossing and turning for what it seemed like hours. She thought that the drinking card game they played a few hours prior would guarantee her a good and long night of sleep, but to her disappointment it didn’t. She sat up  and checked the time on her watch that was placed on the nightstand, 2 AM. She was used to sleepless nights, so she got out of bed and headed down to the country house’s library. It had plenty of good books and a nice book always relaxed her mind, if she cannot sleep a relaxed mind will do. As she walked across the huge hallway, looking at the paintings and as a routine admiring the gothic style of the mansion, Francis’s ancestors certainly had divine tastes. The hallway was dimly lit and the moonlight also gifted it a bit more light thanks to the large floor to ceiling windows, everyone else was out like a light, Everyone got stupid drunk, at least they got their beauty sleep, she thought. This house could never scare her, she had so many good memories in this house that she could not be afraid of the dark parts. 

The library of the country house was one of the greatest thing she had the pleasure of seeing, it was huge. It even had little secret spots, that was her favorite, she had found a quiet hidden corner of the library. It had comfortable armchairs and a huge vintage desk, that she used for studying when they came up here on the weekends.

Her first stop was the kitchen, she didn’t plan on leaving her spot for a few hours so she needed some sort of snack. She found some sweet and plump cherries that she bought with Richard from the farmers market the previous morning, and an unopened bottle of red wine also caught her eye, it would be a shame to leave it in the kitchen all alone. Now with her sweet cherries and wine, she headed to her original destination. She must have looked like some ethereal spirit haunting the walls, with her hair sprawled freely across her back and her silky nightgown lightly jostling with the warm summer breeze that managed to sneak into the house. 

In the back of her mind she expected that she was not going to be alone in the library, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, it made her heart happy. If there was something small she really cherished, it was the intimate moments between her and Henry. The hour long talks they had, sometimes they talked without any words said, their eyes told it all. And of course, let’s not forget about their very sexual affairs. As she was wondering about him, she barely realised that she made it to the corner of the spot. Just like she expected, many candles were lit in a very warm and comfortable light. 

There he was, in black trousers and a white shirt, reading a book as usual. At the noises of her arrival he lifted his head up in her direction and let out a warm boyish grin that only a very few people saw.

“Hello, melilla.” he said, looking up at her.

She flashed a smile to him as a response and put her treasures on the desk beside him. When she turned back to him he was shamelessly getting lost in her figure, so she did the same. His hair was looking perfect, as always, what was quite unlikely of him was that his shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the first two buttons were unbuttoned, making his collar loose, and was he looking divine. He lifted his wrist up and motioned her to come to him wiith two fingers, and who was she to not listen to him. He uncrossed his legs from their previous crossed position and she stood between his spread legs. She put one of her hands on one his broad shoulder and let the other get lost in his hair, while she did that he ran his hands up from her bare thighs to her waist and caressed her silk covered body.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked him while her eyes roamed all around his face, he shook his head in answer.

“You neither?” she did exactly what he did seconds ago, she shook her head. 

He gave her a gently smile, his fingers crawled over to the small of her back and he suddenly pulled her body close to his. His head was resting against her stomach, she loved these soft moments with all her heart, she soothingly began to stroke his hair,

After a few moments, he pulled his head back and spoke while diving deep into her eyes.

“You are the most divine little thing, do you know that?” he never failed to make her feel like a goddess, she replied with a nod and a shy smile.

“I mean it, Y/N. Tu divinissimus es, et meus es adorare.” 

“Scio, me tuum adorare in aeternum.” he slowly stood up and towered over her. He took a hold of her hips, like a predator with precise movements he started pushing slightly at her, which made her walk backward. Blindly listening to his silent command, when her lower back met the desk, in a smooth movement he dipped his palms under her thighs and lifted her up to the desk as if she was only a feather. Not many would assume how strong the once injured classics student is, but she knew it. 

His fingertips were either caressing her features or stroking the hair away from her face. 

“Tell me, who got you this nightgown?” the bastard, he already knew the answer very well.

“You did, Henry.” she was drunk on this whole scenario. She had flashbacks about how she got this nightgown. One sunday dinner Francis overpoured the alcohol in her drink, and she accidentally overshared that she finds it hard to see how someone could see her in an erotic light. The next night a big box was in front of her door, full of silk and lace with a note. 

To my sweet goddess, and the nymph to all my desires - H.W

“And how happy I am that I did, you look absolutely ravishing in silk, melilla.” a certain look in his eyes and his words were making her clench her thighs together, but she failed considering that his hips were between them. When he realized what she tried to do, a smirk sat on his lips. “What is it, darling?” as if he hadn’t known. “You love it when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I think that you must be Aphrodite’s favourite? How I could just eat you up right here and now? Oh, right. I can do that, because you” he leaned closely into her ear “are mine to please.” he whispered to her, in her ear and pressed a long kiss on her temple, then her forehead. 

His movements went from slow to impatient. He captured her lips between his own and gripped her hair, the suddenness of it all made her heart beat faster, or maybe it was just him. 

When she pushed back into their kiss, all hell broke loose, he pulled her hair a bit, just enough to make her gasp and when her lips opened a bit, he let his tongue explore her mouth. 

Then he went to her neck and collarbones. Kissing and sucking love marks into her soft skin. The scent of her made him a starved and impatient man, he was starving for a taste of her, he knew that he would starve for her taste for an eternity, and he would be happy to if at the end of the day he could get it from her. 

His fingers took a hold of the straps of her silk gown and pushed them down her shoulders, exposing her now bare breasts. “Beautiful, my prettiest girl.” He sponged kisses to every inch of her chest, he looked up at her and when their eyes met he pressed a kiss to her throat. After this little moment he leant down and went straight to her nipples with his mouth, his other hand was preoccupied with her other breast, massaging it. She tried to keep her moans down, but he made it very very hard for her to do that. After he was satisfied with the amount of bite marks on her breast he went lower and lower, kissing her stomach are through the silk. He was looking at her when he slowly went down on his knees in front of her, as if he was about to pray to her. He smoothed his hands under the lacy bottom of her nightgown and him palms nearly covered all of the soft skin of her thigh, they slipped to the insides of her thighs and spread her legs ever more apart, now revealing her lace underwear.

“Will you let me, my sweet goddess? Will you let me taste and please you in a way that you should be?” she nearly moaned out at his sentence, he already knew that he would, even though he was the one on his knees he was still in charge, it made her dizzy with desire. She nodded eagerly and at that he chuckled and went straight in. At first he pressed a few kisses to her crotch through the lace, then he hooked her fingers into the band and pulled it down her dove legs, to her surprise he just stuck it in his trouser pocket. He slowly leaned in and deeply inhaled her scent. “Divine.” he whispered to her. He ran his tongue all the way from her slit to her clit, he stopped at her pearl and went from kissing to sucking and back and fourth. He went back down to her slit and opened her up with his thumps, and when she was wide open for him he stuck his tongue into her. Boy, he really knew what he was doing, always the right amount of tempo at the right spots at the right time. After a few minutes, he teased his middle and ring finger at her opening, gathering her wetness and pushing them in and out at a light pace. 

“Oh, Henry, oh.” she couldn’t keep herself up, her back arching off the dark wood desk, her fingers gripping at his hair. They were far away from the others and they were out like a light so she was not holding her breathy moans down, and it was the most beautiful music to his ears. He even fastened his pace up, moved his fingers at a rapid pace and his mouth on her clit was working magic. He knew she was close, her walls were closing on his fingers and her moans turned to breathless gasps. 

“Come on, darling. I know you are nearly there, let go. Let go, my sweet girl. She let go and made a spasming movement, he slowed down to really savor her high. When her breathing got even again he stood back up, leant down to her laying body and kissed her open lips. She hummed pleasatly at her own taste on his tongue.

She let her hands wander across his chest, her fingers unbuttoned the rest of his buttons, smoothing his skin up and down.

“I am aching for you, Y/N, I really am.” He stood up straight and she could see the tent in his pants. It made her smirk at him, she knew that she was the only one who could get him going any second she wanted to. “Oh, don’t you get evil with me, help me out.” he had her chin in his palms. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, he pushed it down his legs along with his underwear, it always surprised her how big he was, I mean, down there. She looked deep into his eyes while she spread her legs for him, an invitation only for him. He felt like he was on fire, he needed her, so he didn’t spare a second and stepped closer, his length was right at her opening, twitching and pulsing to feel her warmth snug against him. 

“Go on, Henry, I am yours, make us one.” She whispered, he leaned down to devour her lips and suddenly snapped his hips forward in a sudden movement, entering her and even the desk creaked at his sudden move. They both gasped, and he didn’t go at a fast pace right away, he really savored the movements of his hips. 

One of his favorite feeling was making love to his muse, his everything. Holding her tightly in his arms, feeling her warmth all around her, hearing her cries of pleasure for him, caressing her face and her soft locks. He loved her, he would do anything to protect the girl that he was making love to. As the minutes went by, his pace fastened, his drawn out movements went to rather impatient ones. 

It was a heavenly sight to see, two ethereal creatures, who loved each other so much that they would be willing to die for the other, now being one. Her nails were clawing at his back, the pain made him even more excited and motivated in fucking her. He was either kissing her lips or her swan neck. 

“Damn right you are mine. You like that don’t you? That you belong to me, that I am the one that gets to fuck you.” he didn’t swear much, but when he did it made her blood heated. 

“Yes, yes I am.” she whispered in an out-of-breath tone. She loved it when he claimed her like that, both with his words and actions.

“Of course, and the others think you’re so innocent, well well well. They don’t know how many times you climbed into my bed, letting me worship my goddess. My sweet sweet girl.” he was near his high, and so was she, again. He could feel her walls grip him and she could feel his hot member pulsate inside of her, he could feel her up so very perfectly, the perfect angle of his hips hitting every dear spot of her. “Let me tell you a little secret, I am yours too. My soul and heart is yours, only yours for eternity, no one will ever live up to you and I don’t want anyone else other than you. Everytime I lay eyes on you, I thank the Gods for gifting you to my life. I love you.” 

“I-I love you, Henry. I love you.” it made him truly smile, and then he reached down and started rubbing at her clit to get her closer.

She threw her arms over his neck, her legs closed at his waist and she pulled him close to her. With his free arm he reached under her arching back and did the same as her. Suddenly he came to a halt and she felt his hot thick seed spill into her, moaning out of ecstasy 

As they reached their own highs in their loving embrace, and held it until their hearts stopped beating so fast and they could breath properly again. 

He kissed her on her forehead and rest his own on hers. She sat up and he slipped out of her, he watched as his creamy load dripped out of her.

“Hm, you really did fill me up.” she softly laughed.

“Only for you, my darling.” 

He helped her put her nightgown back in place and he gave his shirt to her, so she would be nice and warm. Pulled his trousers back up and got her panties out of his pocket, he held her waist as she got back on her wobbly legs, she held on to his shoulders as he pulled her lace up her legs. They got some tissues and cleaned up.

He sat down back into the armchair where he originally sat before she came here, she got the cherries and the wine from the table and made her way to him. He pulled her in his lap and she rested her head on his chest, his heartbeat soothing her. 

Henry fed her a few cherries, so she could get some of her energy back and ate some himself. While he read his book he caressed her hair, he looked down at the nearly sleeping goddess in his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” and with a smile, she fell asleep in her lover’s arms, in the country house’s library.

heyo! if your taking requests, may i request a male y/n x henry? i got some prompts if you'd like to take em! -hunting/picnic date - insomnia night at the farm house (that of course turns into something more than staying up late) - motel holiday (1. yes the motel is one of them moist crusty ones and 2. bunny probably will be there being the annoying third wheel) -risky poker game and or chess (if yk u yk) if you refuse the male y/n thats perfectly fine you can use the prompts for anything!

Hiii, I said once that I do not write male!y/n, but the fact that you took time to give me really good prompts made me change my mind! :)

It might take me quite some time, sorry about that, but I will try my best:))

Thank you🫶

Where are you my luv we miss you! Hope you’re well 🩷🩷

Aww thank you, this truly made my night:))

I am okay, school takes up most of my time so writing is kind of getting pushed away currently.

But I will try my best to suprise you doves soon with a little something<3

Hi doves, now I come to you with bad news.

Forgive me, but I won’t be writing for a bit. I am really packed with school duties and quite a few troubles of my own.

I’m not saying that I won’t write at all, if I get a sudden inspiration I will write it and post.

And also, lately TSH just doesn’t make me feel the same way as it used to, but different things do.

Stay safe and embrace the summertime, my doves:)

I will be back.

-Rosemary

<3

Hello, my doves. Now, I come to you with bad news.

Please, forgive me for not writing. I have tried in the past weeks to write more pieces, but I barely got myself to do them. Maybe, I wasn’t meant to be a writer after all, reading pieces that I wrote when I first joined here made me realize that. My own writing feels forced, and you cannot force the Sun to shine.

The point is, I will be absent for a bit, with my writing. My motivation disappeared, and my insomnia got worse as in late.

I wouldn’t dare to say that I am leaving completely, you mean much more than that to me.

But, if I do. We’ll meet again, my doves. It was a pleasure to write for you.

Farewell!

-xoxo, Rosemary

His Temptress

part two of @celestialpoetry ‘s femme fatale request!

Enjoy;)

Henry’s point of view:

I kept her waiting for a week, to keep her on tip-toes as she kept me on mine for months. It was visible to me that she was waiting for me to make a move. I wanted to grip her hair and tell her: “Don’t be impatient, sweetheart.” But, I couldn’t, not yet anyway.

Then one day, I started sending her gifts. Small gifts, such as chocolates, flowers and little notes. At first I sent them to her school letterbox, which was usually always full due to some desperate notes from desperate first- or second-years. Everyone wanted her in Hampden. It gave me a big amount of satisfaction that only my gifts were the ones that made her smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew I was just warming up… -Winter” I sent her this letter one day, which she replied to with a note to my own letterbox.

“Game on, Winter, I am longing to see the fire within you… -Y/L/N”

If she wanted a well-played game, then a well-played game she must get.

I sent her naughty notes such as:

“Beautiful dress, I bet that you would look better without them.”

“What pretty hair you have, sweetheart, if only it was wrapped around my fists.”

“Don’t you worry, I see how you’re trying to tempt me with that dangerously low-buttoned shirt. Shame that all of those fuckers get to drool on what’s mine.” I saw her opening this very note, and I saw the blush that crept up her cheeks and the shiver that ran down her spine.

So, of course, she got another one.

“What a pretty blushing little thing you are, I’m sure you blush as much when you have those hands between your graspable thighs, touching yourself to my notes… You like getting compliments, sweetheart?

But only mine wakes up the beast inside. -Winter.”

This time, I sent it to her apartment for dramatic effect. Luckily for me, Francis lived nearby, so I was able to get her address.

I sent some exotic chocolates that were labelled as an Aphrodisiac. I wanted her to be starving for me, just like I was starving for her. Her body, her skin, her touch, I wanted everything from her.

But the icebreaker was this…

A box full of tiny silky and lacy lingerie, paired with a little velvet box containing a pure gold necklace and a bottle of expensive perfume. And of course, a note.

“I want you to try these on, get your sweet scent on them and wear them when I take you out.

I will pick you up, Friday night, 6pm.

-Winter.”

She has been playing with me for weeks, it was time for me to claim my prize.

Third person’s point of view:

Y/N enjoyed this little game between them. At first, as much as she would never confess it, but she was eager for him to make a move. Then the little gifts with notes came, she certainly enjoyed the attention she was getting from him. The girls at school actually found him hot, but he was hers. Actually, she had noticed him the very first day she arrived at Hampden, and after it, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. His broad and tall frame caging her underneath him, his big hands wrapped up in her hair and around her throat, she even imagined them gripping her breasts and hips. She lusted after him.

Then, the notes came naughtier and they started arriving at her own door. It brought her satisfaction that he cared enough to find out her address, even if it was obvious to her that he got it from Abernathy. They were neighbours, he lived right across from her. He had a nice style and he always greeted her in the morning. There was a time where his car broke down, so she gave him her car whenever he needed to go into the centre of the city.

But, what made her the most hot was that he was actually right. She saved his notes, put his gifts all around her apartment as little trinkets and she touched herself while looking at them. Imagining him taking her in every position and on every surface he could.

When she received his gift with the date, she felt like dancing and cheering. She also appreciated that a man bothered to take her out on a proper date, rather than just inviting her up to their apartments so they could shag.

She loved that men were at her feet, but only gentlemen could kiss her ankles, and Henry Winter was a real gentleman. She enjoyed his gifts, and she was looking forward to getting spoiled by him.

When she tried on the dark red lingerie, she felt more sexy than ever, especially when she put on the necklace and the perfume. She looked like sex on legs, an alluring goddess. Of course, she immediately fell down on her sheets and opened up her legs so she could trace her fingers down to her wet heat. The expensive fabric created a nice friction against her clit. Y/n was satisfied, and not many men could have achieved that. He worked hard enough, he deserved a gift from her too.

She had taken up her entire friday afternoon to get ready for their date. She blew out her hair into Hollywood-curls, she did her makeup perfectly and precisely (she didn’t even minded that it was going to be messed as long as he fucked her) and put the perfume on along with the lace and necklace, just like he asked. She followed orders when she was asked nicely, really nicely.

She wore an amazing dress, a black one with golden details. And as a bonus, it hugged her curves perfectly and it showed a fair amount of clevage.

At precisely 6pm, a car stopped in front of her house.

Henry’s point of view:

I wore an all black suit and I stopped in front of her house, I got out of my car and walked up to her door with a red rose. I was raised to be gentle, women deserved to be spoiled, so of course I wasn’t going to just honk for her. I knocked, and before I knew it, the prettiest sight I ever saw was standing right in front of me. The dress, the perfume and the necklace made her look absolutely ravishing, or maybe it was just her. She was smirking at me with full lips that were painted in dark red, her eyes looked like one a siren would have. She must have been a siren in a past life of hers.

“Good evening, Y/N, you look very beautiful.” She greeted me back, I stepped forward, took her soft hand and gave her a kiss on her hand, which I felt that it made her breath hitch. “Here.” I gave her the roses “They are almost as beautiful and delicate as you, almost.”

“Thank you, for the roses and the compliment, you look… really handsome, Winter.” She caressed the petals of thee roses with her gentle fingers. “Let me just put them in water and get my coat.”

I waited for her and when she was ready, I guided her to the passengers seat and opened the door for her. “Ladies first.”

The ride was quiet, except from the radio, but there was a comfortable silence, just like in the library.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I felt pride rise within me at her surprise when we got escorted to our reservation in the very expensive restaurant.

I pulled her seat out for her and let my fingers graze her neck when she sat down. The waiter took our orders, I had whiskey on the rocks and she ordered a dirty vodka martini.

Our conversation was flowing easily, it was easy to talk to her, I just wanted more and more information about her. She seemed a bit sheepish when the waiter gave us the menu cards.

“Order whatever you’d like, the bill is taken care of.” I reached across the table and put my hand on top of her’s, she whispered thank you and smiled at me.

We talked and drank and smoked cigarettes. I loved making her laugh and I loved that she made me laugh. The orangish light made her more angelic than ever.

When we were having desert, I felt her high heels grazing and my ankles, teasingly stroking up and down.

“You really look gorgeous, Y/N, you really do.” She just giggled and I leaned closer to her. “I do hope that you will let me ruin you tonight, I cannot wait to fuck you until your legs are weak.” I whispered to her.

“Well, you were really spoiling me lately, and now of course, I never had anything more delicious… Or maybe I will in a bit.” She bit her lip and winked at me. God, she was telling me straightforwardly that she wanted to suck me off, that lit flames in me. I needed her, and I needed her now

“Are you finished with your dessert?” There was only a bit of cream on her plate, which of course she took advantage of, she wiped her finger on the plate and licked the white cream off erotically, with that devilish smirk of hers, obviously.

“Why? Impatient are we, Winter?”

“You bet, I am craving you, Miss Y/L/N.” We held eye contact and a few seconds later, she grabbed her purse in her lap and she spoke.

“Let’s go.”

I paid for their dinner and even gave a generous tip to the waiter. In the car, I put my hands on her naked thigh and squeezed her flesh.

“Thank you for dinner, I really did have a good time.” She put her hands on mine.

“Anything for you, darling, but I still have a little treat for you.” I parked the car in front of my house and guided her inside.

Her eyes were wide at the size of my place and at the scattered expensive antiques everywhere, but she didn’t have enough time to do so before I pushed her against the nearest wall and finally kissed her lips. They were so soft and plushy, I never wanted to stop, she heightened my senses to a level where I always wanted her.

She returned my kiss just as eagerly, I tapped her thighs and she jumped into my lap. I gripped her ass as if my life was at stake. I somehow found my way into my bedroom and put her gently down on the bed. I stood back to remove my shirt and pants. She tried to do the same with her dress, but I stopped her.

“Don’t.” I said when she reached behind herself to take off her dress. “I want to take it off you.”

She just chuckled softly. “Whatever you say, sir.” She said it in a tone that made me throb in my underwear, she may have even seen it.

I crawled on her and kissed her roughly again, my kisses migrated down to her jaw and neck, where I inhaled scent. I was face to face with her again and I gripped her blushing cheeks. “Listen, if we are doing this, I don’t want you to do it because you believe I deserve it… I want you to do it because you purely want to. If you don’t, I’ll understand and it will be perfectly fine.” I gave her kisses on her face while whispering.

She pulled me in for a kiss again, I knew that she was craving me as much as I craved her. “I want to, I really want to.” She guided my hands to the straps of her dress and motioned me to pull it down. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

I grinned, like a cat who got the cream. “Fuck you? What a dirty mouth you have, darling.”

I pulled her dress down and took her heels off her feet. I nearly orgasmed when I saw her under me, in the lacy and barely covering lingerie that I gifted her. Her hair was sprawled across my pillow. I kissed her until I couldn’t breath and I took the precious time to kiss her anywhere.

“My god, you are truly divine.” I left marks on her neck and collarbones. “How gorgeous, this swan-like neck…” I helped her out of her bra, her perky and full breasts right in front of my eyes. I kissed all across her chest and her breasts, I sucked and bit her nipples. “These beautiful breasts…” I kissed her lower, her waist and hips. “Your flesh that I want to hold all the time…” I went all the way down to her ankles and thighs. “Such soft and silky skin…” I pulled the lace off her legs, I kissed the insides of her thighs, and I inhaled her scent so deeply. “And this pretty cunt that is my personal heaven from now on…” I licked a long stripe from her opening to her clit, she whimpered at my every move, but now she let out a full throaty moan. “All mine. No one else gets to smell, taste and take this pussy, right darling?” I stuck my tongue into her.

She gripped my hair. “Yes, YES! All yours! Every part of me!” She was deep in pleasure. So, I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked on her clit, I fucked her with my tongue. I felt her wetness covering half of my face, but I could tell by her noises that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

I took two fingers and I circled her entrance, and slowly pushed them in. “How warm and tight, darling, I cannot wait to feel you completely.” I dived my head back between her thighs. My fingers and mouth were working in perfect unison, and looking up at her, I needed to pathetically grind down on the mattress from the sight.

“All the stupid little boys would cum in the pants from this sight… But, you need a proper man to fuck you, don’t you darling? Someone who cares more about your pleasure, your pleasure is mine.” My fingers started plunging into her more fast and deep, her moans increasing with my every move. I kissed and suckled her clit, which was red and puffy. Her scent lingered all around the room, and I was sipping it up right from the source. “So sweet, I could have you like this everyday, I bet you would love that… I could put you to sleep with my head between these thighs, and wake you up with my tongue. You deserve to be spoiled, with gifts and orgasms.“

“Uh-huh! I want that! I want to taste you too, your pleasure is mine, too. Ah~ Don’t stop!” She gripped my hair for dear life, I could feel her walls closing up on my fingers, her little nub throbbing and suddenly… A big gush of clear liquid was running down my throat, I drank it up as if it was my ambrosia, it for sure was.

“Did you just squirt?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you do that everytime?”

“No, this was my first time that it happened with someone else, I can barely do that on my own.” She heaved, still in the haze of her orgasm.

Everytime I kissed her entrance or clit, she gushed a bit more. I did that until she pushed my head away.

I crawled up to her face and kissed her deeply, she hummed at the taste of herself, but she still clung to my hair for more.

I laid down on my side and caressed her hair, her eyes were hooded and relaxed, and still so full of lust.

“Wow… That was the best thing I ever felt.”

“I’m glad I could make you feel this good, I did mean it. I want to spoil you, to worship you.” I let my fingers stroke her side and occasionally her breast. “Are you tired?”

She suddenly straddled meg and her hair was shielding the room from my face. “Not at all, Winter, I don’t tire out so easily.” She laughed and she leant down to kiss me deeply, she liked kissing and getting kissed, it seemed.

She did the same thing I did to her, she kissed all around my face, jaw and she suckled at my neck. She left marks all around my chest and she caught my skin between her teeth many times, she was revelling in the shivers that were running up and down my spine. She left kisses all around my pelvis and kissed down at my V line. “Mhm, so toned and sharp.” she dragged a red nailed finger down my muscles and her eyes darkened when they contracted under it.

She rubbed me though my underwear, her eyes were shining with lust and the need to please. My cock was nearly tearing at my boxers, I am naturally a tall and big man, so it shouldn’t be surprising that my dick was long and thick, but she nearly lost her mind, when finally, after long minutes of teasing, she took me out.

“Oh-Wow.” She started pumping me and just feeling me up.

“Yeah.” She didn’t even hear me, probably. She was probably lost in imaging me inside of her, fucking her dumb.

She muttered under her breath, with naughty eyes. “So big and warm, and oh-” she kissed my tip, which was dripping with precum, just eager to get finally lost in her precious cunt. “So sweet.”

She wanted to suck me dry, but I was waiting for this, for such a long time. I needed to feel her. I harshly fisted her hair and she moaned, the lusty minx. I pulled her up and flipped us, so I was on top of her.

“Another time, darling.” I reached forward to open my drawer and took out a condom, which I rolled on quickly on myself. I leaned back and marvelled at the sight, her chest heaving, her tits heavy and perky, my knees pulling her legs apart, which made her pussy spread out right in front of my cock, just dripping and clenching around nothing. “Beg me.”

“Please, Henry, fuck me.” I shuffled my hips closer, so my tip was touching her entrance. My thumb wandered to her clit and I started rubbing in little circles, which made her squirm under me.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that.” My thumb fastened up.

“Please, please, please! Fuck me stupid, use me on every surface. I want it so bad.” I got her exactly where I had wanted her to be, desperate and begging for me. “You were right! I was touching myself to the thought of you, so much. Please…”

“What a good girl you are, you deserve to be fucked nicely. Let me show you what no one else can.” With that, I lined myself up and slowly pushed into her. I went slow, so I wouldn’t cause her any pain, but she was taking it like a champion. Her walls were welcoming me in, but her face scrunched up, while I was nearly all the way in. I twisted her silky hair between my pointer finger. “Shh, it’s okay. I am nearly fully in, you’re doing so good.”

When a bottomed out in her, we both released a sigh of relief. She was tight and I could feel myself pressing into the heavenly spongy spot inside of her. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth a tad open.

“You feel so good, Henry.” She reached up and pulled my face closer to hers. “You can move, please do.” She whispered with a voice dripping with seduction, so I did. I slowly started moving in and out of her.

Her sweet vanilla scent enveloped me completely. We were both lost in each other. Her slender legs were wrapping themselves around my waist, making me slide into her deeper. I was hitting deliciously against her cervix, and she pulled me into her embrace.

That was everything, her embrace. Feeling her breast push flat against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin and her walls gripping me, pulling me closer to my release.

I reached between us, somehow managing through the tight space between our bodies, and I rubbed her clit. Her voice got whiny and louder, it was music to my ears and it indicated that she was getting close.

“Henry! I’m-OH GOD!” She pulled her nails down my back and I groaned , she was marking me and leaving scratches down my back, I loved it.

“I know, darling, I know.” I sped up and with a loud moan she came undone under me. I felt myself release into the condom. “Oh, what a good girl.”

I hauled her panting body in my arm and caressed her sweaty skin. “You did so so good, my dear.”

“Mmm…” Her eyes were cloudy, she was still in subspace, an adorable little thing. I let her rest in my arms for a bit and I pulled out of her.

“Give me a second.” I made my way to the bathroom connected to my bedroom and I made a bubble bath for her, vanilla scented of course. I went back to gather her up in bridal style. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” She nuzzled closer into my chest.

I helped do what she needed and I guided her into the bath, and I went in behind her.

I held her and caressed her skin. “My dear, it was amazing.”

“Yes, it was more than that, I would love it if we could do this frequently.” She turned around in the water and rested her pretty face on my chest, she looked up with her beautiful eyes, I could have watched them all night. “I would like to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

“Yes, I would love that, my dear.”

So we laid there, bathed each other and just held each other.

“My temptress, I will give you everything that you ever want.”

The Middle of the Lake

“She was very skilled when it came down to this, he suddenly remembered the first time she did this. They decided to take the boat out in the middle of the night at the country house. When they got to the middle of the lake, she got on her knees in front of him for the first time, but most definitely not the last time.” 

(from a previous writing of mine, Lux Diaboli)

warnings: smut, oral(m)

summary: Henry and Reader take the boat out in the middle of the night and she decides to show her true affections to him.

word count: 1.8k

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“We shouldn’t, Henry.” She said as she snapped her head his way when he brought up the idea. They were sitting on the porch, the moon was high up in the sky, the songs of crickets corrupted the silence.

“Why not, y/n?” He replied, not even looking at her.

She had to stop for a second and huff to herself. 

“The others will wake up and notice.” Even she knew that she was giving him an awfully weak reason.

“So what? Let them notice. What can they do?”

There was silence again. When he heard that she had no more resistance to his idea, he stood up and started making his way towards the lake. He picked up the lantern that was the source of their lighting. 

“Henry, wait.” He ignored her and just continued on walking towards his destination. “Damn it, why not?” She almost jumped after him, following the light.

When he heard footsteps following him after a few metres, he smirked to himself. She catched up to him and she was trying to match his pace with her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a big wool sweater, she just threw it on so the night breeze wouldn’t make her bones shiver,  and the skirt she was wearing during the day. Her hair was caressed by the wind of the night, the tiny bit of chill made her cheeks a bit pinkish. 

He guided her on the pier and he stepped in the boat, he turned around and offered his hand to her. As she accepted it and joined him in the boat, she spoke with still a little uncertainty. “Promise me that we won’t get turned over along with the boat!” She paused for a second “ Again….” She took a seat and he untied the rope that was holding the boat in one place.

He let out a light chuckle at the fact that y/n trusted him and went along with his idea, she was just a tad afraid that she might end up soaking wet in the probably not very warm water. “I promise. Do you see Bunny anywhere around here?” he sat down and positioned the oar in his palms comfortably. She shook her head.”Then, you have nothing to worry about.” 

He motioned for her to come closer to him and when she did he caressed her soft face with a warm look on his face. “I would never let anything unfortunate happen to you, my angel. You will always be safe when you are near me, always.” He pulled her delicate face closer to his and he planted a soft tender kiss to her lips.

“I know, I trust you.” That was music to his ears and he winked at her.

For a few minutes, it was silence, a comfortable one. He was sailing the boat towards the other end of the lake, lost in his thoughts. She was staring at the disturbed water with a somehow unfocused gaze and smile. 

She giggled out of nowhere and the sweet sound of it he snapped his head towards her.

“You always get your way, don’t you?” She cocked a playful eyebrow at him and she put her hands on his, forcing him to stop his movements with the oar and by that, making the somewhat little boat to lightly jolt on the water. She slowly moved her body closer to his, lowering her frame in front of him, looking up into his icy blues with sparkling doe eyes.

 He caressed her cheeks with his fingertips before giving her a light playful little pinch, which caused her to scrunch her nose in an adorable manner. “You know that I do. All thanks to my sweet girl, always so very nice to me, aren’t you?” She nodded. 

She kneeled down in front of him carefully so she wouldn’t tip the boat over.

“I think it’s about time for me to get what I want.” She smoothed her palms down his trouser clad thighs. “If you let me?” 

There was a hint of nervousness in her tone, he leaned down and covered her cold cheeks with his warm palm, he smiled down at her in a comforting manner. “Of course, my sweet girl.”

When she got the green light from his words, she got right down to it. She untucked his white dress shirt from his trousers, she just had to lift it up a little bit to plant a loving little kiss to the skin of his stomach. In which, he gave a little adoring chuckle at her darling gesture and he stroked her hair affectionately. “Look at you, little doe. So obedient and so eager to please me. Proper spoiled, aren’t I?” 

“I want to please you… I want you to enjoy it, I just ne–” She started stammering.

“I know. You musn’t be skittish, it’s just me and I will guide you through it. Your presence alone gives me the divine of pleasures, y/n.” He whispered to her.

She began to unbutton his pants and she opened it up. His erection was evident in his boxer shorts, she decided to listen to her instincts and do what felt natural to her. She palmed him through the fabric, which made him hiss in return of her touch. She could feel his warmth in her palm and it brought a sense of calmness to her.

He reckoned that she was waiting for his further leading. “Take me out, take your time.” 

She did, she pulled his boxer shorts down a bit and his hard member sprang up in front of her face. He didn’t need much to get fully hard, nothing in his life got him going the way that she did, he truly believed that she must have been a nymph in one of her past lives, she could even make a bowl erotic. 

They didn’t really do anything very sexual, yet. There were multiple times of make-out sessions and grinding on each other. Both of them knew that it will happen and it wasn’t like they had a rule or something, they simply wanted to do it at a point where they were so desparate for each other that they felt like they coulndn’t exist anymore without that special connection. 

She got a tad intimidated by his size, he was thick and long. He is a big man so biology made him big everywhere. She had known that his size was rather admirable from all the dry grinding that they did, but this was a whole new level.

She started by exploring what movements and tempo he liked. She was pulling her hands on his up and down at a slow pace. She noticed that whenever her hand was close to his tip, his body would slouch a bit, so she brought her palm upwards and focused on his tip. It was throbbing and shiny from his aroused state, it relieved her because that meant that she was doing a good job and he was enjoying himself. 

He let out whimpers and his head was thrown back with a slightly open mouth and hooded eyes, she wanted more, she wanted to make him lose his breath in pleasure. Although he didn’t give her further guidance, he didn’t want her to feel pressured and he knew that he could easily cum by her clever hand, she leaned forward and planted a shy kiss on his tip. 

At that, he was very surprised. “My God, doe… You are doing so good, making me feel so good.”

With a newfound confidence, she ran her hot tongue from his base to his tip and back and forth, until his whole length was covered in her saliva. She started focusing on his tip more and she let the throbbing tip slide a bit into her mouth. She started lowering her head deeper and deeper until she felt resistance, she went did this for a while. Until she started properly sucking him in and hollowing her cheeks around him, she brought her hands up again and she stroked parts of him that her mouth abandoned. 

Her hands begin to explore further down, his sensitive and heavy tentacles. When she begin massaging them he let out a loud groan, he didn’t expect her to play with them as most people were shy with them, but he loved it. 

When she heard that he was enjoying it, she let his erection slip out of her mouth yet again and she begin kissing and licking the soft skin of his balls. She felt it tighten up in her palm and it aroused her on a new level, she appriciated his body responding to her actions.

She teased him like this until he grabbed her hair and pulled her head upwards. “Take me back into that silky mouth, little doe.” So, she did. “Oh- Just like that, you’re going to make me cum!” 

With a large palm on the top of her head and hair, he was guiding the pace of her movements. 

He warned her again to see if she drew her heavenly mouth away from him, and to his delight she didn’t. She wanted to taste him, to have him in her mouth, to swallow him. 

He pushed her head down and let go completely with a loud moan. She felt his length throb and soon she felt the hot liquid covering the back of her throat. She too, moaned at this. The taste, the power, him. She swallowed it all and planted a last kiss to him member, then she tucked him back into his boxer shorts and she buttoned up his pants again. 

He pulled her body into his, holding her in his lap with a loving and satisfied look on his handsome face. He stroked her face and hair and began kissing her all across her face, causing her to giggle at his soft touch. “My good girl. You were so good and clever, little doe.” He leaned into her ear and his palm went to the back of her neck and squeezed softly in a teasing manner. “Do you think I didn’t notice you pushing those ravishing thighs together?” 

“I-... I enjoyed pleasuring you, and I want to do it again.” He chuckled darkly.

“You’re a real treat, y/n. Just wait until I have my way with you, I will fly you to the moon.”

Prologue

Hello, my darling doves

Suprise! The fanfiction began.

Before you dig into it… Yes, it is in a different timeline than the actual book, and not all things are same as in the book, but you will find out eventually:)

I hope you will like it and I’m always open to hear your opinions on it!

xoxo, Rosemary<3

warnings: none:) maybe alcohol use, but this is tsh so nobody really cares

summary: just some warming up

word count: 1.3k

Richard Papen, 1953

Some nights, I am still at that hotel. We all are. Charles with a gun in his hand, Camilla sobbing, Francis and I frozen, and Henry… Nearly smiling at the gun. The next events happened barely in a mere second. The screaming, the gunshots, the warm feeling in my stomach, the red wine and blood splashing. Henry lay dead on the floor, his pale face covered in blood. He was pronounced dead on the scene when the police arrived, while they were on their way Francis put a blanket on him, I don’t remember those moments very well. I only remember the blood on his face and his closed eyes. Francis was the only one who attended the funeral, I would have gone with him to Missouri, where he was getting buried, but I was laying in the hospital with a gunshot.

I never saw the twins ever again. Charles ran away and Camilla went silent. We nearly couldn’t care less about Charles after what he had done, but Camilla was a hard pill to swallow.

Me and Francis tried everything we could for a good while, brought her to the best psychiatrist, and we stayed with her patiently. Until she finally spoke to us again. But only a few words, she kindly asked us to leave her alone to deal with her grief, Henry or Charles, we never knew. We understood and left her alone like she asked. We tried our best to get our friend back and figured that she would contact us if she wanted to.

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Me and Francis kept in touch over the years, calls and visits were engraved in our daily routines. He visited me in Chicago and I visited him in Boston. I analyzed literature and sometimes gave lessons in big named schools. Francis wrote detective books, he started writing them as a distraction and they blew up, people loved him. In the end, both of us were steady on our feet. I wasn’t in possession of a family fortune, but I became a bit wealthy myself.

However, there was one name we never dared to speak. Until today.

We were at Francis’s huge apartment, on the couch, whiskey in hand. We already drank a bottle of Irish whiskey. Suddenly he laughed to himself in a drunken manner. “What is it?” I laughed to myself too at his odd manner, the whiskey really managed to get in my head, I felt dizzy and floaty.

His laughing slowly went away and he stared at the maroon wall dreamily. “You know what I think about sometimes?” He looked at me with a sly foxy smile. “What if Henry never died?” I suddenly sat up and a little part of me was relieved that he said Henry’s name, he might have been drunk out of his mind but still. He knew Henry for a longer time than I did and his death was harder for him, he is also a sensitive fellow so that was not the greatest mix. I started snickering at his foolish question, but I stopped it when I saw his serious face, he was lost in thought.

“Francis? Where did this come from? We both watched him fall to the floor.” I tried studying his face, he wouldn’t look in my eyes.

“I know, I know. But those parts are so blurry, I barely remember how we got out of there. What do you remember from it?” He finally looked at me.

“Oh yeah, I remember every single little detail that happened. Especially the gunshot wound in my stomach and the blood oozing out of it!” He angered me a bit, the alcohol made the moment more dramatic than it actually was.

“Okay, I see your point…” He bit his lip, as if he was in distress. “What if he didn’t actually die? That was the last time we saw him and we got ushered out so quickly that we didn’t even register what hap—“

“Aren’t you a detective murder mystery writing novelist? Your mind is more creative day by day.” I point to his shelf, where he displayed the awards his books and stories won, in a joking manner. He was really good at what he was doing, no wonder everyone always begged for the new novel of his, even my students who I eventually taught from time to time.

He was not laughing, not appreciating my joke. I could see it in his eyes that he really was thinking. “Richard, have you ever seen him after that?”

“Weren’t you the one who sat through his whole funeral?!”

“It was a closed casket.” He shrugged.

“Closed casket?” I straightened up at the new information. “Didn’t he always say that he was going to have an open casket funeral?”

Francis’s eyes widened. “He did, because he wanted people to really see that all of us end up in the same way.” It was silent for a few minutes, until Francis turned to me. “Richard, if he could write his car to your name, then he could have had an open casket funeral. He wrote what he wanted for it when he was like sixteen, and the way he was looking at the gun?” We turned more serious by the second.

“Maybe he had a closed casket to spare Camilla?” I brought up my only explanation, but even I barely believed it.

“Camilla is not as weak as you think, and Henry was or is not that soft to change what he always believed in for a girl.” My biggest problem was that he actually made some sense, there was something about what he had said.

“So, let me get this straight. Henry may be alive and we didn’t think of this for five years?” I scoffed and turned to Francis. I put my hands on both of his shoulders and sighed deeply, as if I was a father who is about to tell a life lesson to his child. “Look Francis, I know that this Henry being alive and well alternative is way more sweeter, but it is not the truth and not the one we live in.”

“I know, but what if—“ He tried to interrupt me.

“No, no more what if’s… Henry is dead. We watched him shoot himself in the head and drop to the floor. You sat through his funeral, closed casket or not, he was in there. He is gone, Francis. Fuck… I wish he wasn’t, I wish we found a better way to deal with everything going on without anyone dying. I wish that Charles never came in with a gun in hand…” He had tears in his eyes from my little speech, maybe I did too, but I needed him to open up his eyes and see our sad truth.

He smiled sadly, a fat tear running down his freckled cheek. “I wish for anything that could have kept our group together…” he said as he stared into the crunching fire in the fireplace. I believe that in that moment he tried really hard for the first time to accept what we came to.

“We’re here now. Maybe up there, Bunny could give that goddamn slap back to Henry and even bang him in the head with his stupid latin diary.” I nudged his shoulder, trying to ease the tension. What I didn’t expect was a proper laugh from him. Half a genuine laugh, half a grieving sob.

“Yeah, you’re right… Thank you, Richard. For everything.” He lifted his glass and we clicked them together.

“To new beginnings.”

“To new fucking beginnings.”

Eat Me

Here is the first Camilla writing!

I did not proofread it, so excuse me if it has mistakes.

And happy school season! Your dearest girl also already packed a 100% latin exam in her pocket:)) (Henry be proud of me!!!)

warnings: mainly fluff, a teeny tiny bit of smut, this fluff is also dripping with average greek class activities and homosexuality:)

summary: you and Camilla make sunday night dinner in your shared apartment and get distracted.

word count: 1k

Camilla’s point of view:

It was a warm Sunday night.

I was splayed across our couch in the apartment, reading a book. My lips instantly tilted upwards when I heard the door open, I knew who was coming.

Seconds later, she appeared in the doorway, looking like the gorgeous sweetheart she was, holding a brown bag that was filled to the brim. I instantly rushed to her help, which she thanked with a loud relieved sigh and it was music to my ears, even though I nearly snapped my arm in half because of the heavy bag.

I carried it to the kitchen and she followed after me. I put it down the counter and when I turned her way, she pushed me against the counter and gave me a heated kiss. I, with zero hesitation, kissed her back.

We pulled away breathlessly and she rested her forehead against mine.

“I missed you, Milly.” She whispered and it made me smile. My sweet girl.

“I missed you too.” I caressed her blushed cheeks. “Was your study session successful?” Whenever she needed to study or write properly, she went to the library. The reason for that is because she knew if she was studying at our shared apartment, I would be a big big distraction for her.

A month ago, she had to analyse and translate a few poems. The rain was pouring like crazy and she decided to study here at our place, but she made me promise to not be a distraction. I obviously couldn’t help myself, I crawled under the desk and tasted my darling. She gave in to me and let me pleasure her, after she had her blinding orgasm, she abandoned her papers and punished me for distracting her. She teased and edged me ‘till dawn until I was crying, begging for her to do something.

Given that it was a Sunday night, dinner for our class had to be made. We decided on spaghetti.

“I also bought a few things for the fridge, and some chocolate.” She smirked at me as we began packing the stuff away.

“Thank you, you know me too well, y/n.” I was on my period and my already sweet tooth became even sweeter.

We started on the sauce and the meatballs. We needed very few words to understand each other and we finished rather quickly. We just had for the water to boil.

For the time being, we went back to the living room and took my previous spot on the couch, except now I had my darling’s delicate body on mine. She reached for the book I was reading and read the cover, it was a collection of Sappho’s poems. “Ironic.”

“Sure is.” We just grinned at each other and suddenly connected our lips together.

“We have like 20 minutes until the pasta is proper, sooo… We could do a lot of fun stuff in 20 minutes.”

With that she straddled me and I sat up with my legs bent so we could be closer. She grabbed the back of my neck and I gripped on her hair.

It started out slow and sensual. As the minutes got by, the more heated we became in our making out session. I had to get more of her, I basically ripped her blouse off of her and I let out a moan when I saw her full tender breasts caged in a lacy bra. I caressed her soft skin.

She returned the favour and helped me take my sweater off, she was pleased to find that I had no bra underneath.

She pulled her skirt upwards and changed her position, so now our clothed centers were rubbing against each other. I kissed around her nipples and she kissed me again by gripping my hair and guiding my lips to hers. We pressed our chests tightly together while we grinded desperately with loud moans and pants.

In the heat of the moment, we didn’t even hear the door opening and the footsteps coming closer. We carried on undisturbed, until…

“Having fun without me?” A sly voice said.

We looked at each other heaving, smirking and we then turned towards the voice. She got off me and went to our guest, nearly naked, only her skirt covering her body.

“Bonsoir, François.” She said with her honey sweet voice in french, it always did something to me. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

I didn’t even bother to get up from the couch, I was laying there flushed and also bare chested. Francis came over to me and gave me a smooch too.

While y/n went to pour him a drink, he sat down on the couch and put my legs on his lap, caressing my calves. Me and y/n were partners, but we were very close to Francis too, we knew that our relationship will always remain unharmed by him. We made sure to include him in our activities from time to time when we both craved a man’s touch too.

“So this is how you make dinner, huh?” He winked at me and I gave him a playful kick. “Ouch!” He faked being hurt. “No need to abuse me for honesty, Milly!”

At the nickname he earned himself another kick. “Ca-mil-la is my name.”

“But y/n calls you Milly!” He cried.

“Y/n is special.” Just as I said that, she came into the room with a tray that had three big glasses of wine. She nuzzled herself on Francis’s lap while also being between my legs.

“Heard that, deary? I’m special!” She joked.

We talked and joked for a bit, slowly becoming more and more tipsy on the wine, waiting for our last guest for the night.

We even stayed in the same position when our mystery guest made his arrival. He froze in his steps at the sight of us, me and y/n nearly naked with Francis caressing us warmly. Henry then smirked and said before making himself comfortable on the armchair in front of us. “Doing it like the Greeks I see?”

Lux diaboli

Hello hello, my doves! Sorry for not being as active as I promised, I hope this can make up for it :)

Many of their late-night talks were results of the fact that both of them were on sleep’s bad side. Before each other, they loved to admire the dawn on their own, but ever since Y/N joined the Greek class, they loved those moments more in each other's company. In those moments the dawn was only a background, nothing could be more beautiful to them than each other’s beauty. 

Everynight they danced the same dance, one would go to the other’s apartment and they would just enjoy the silent company. Most of the time, they read. But always on their own, if they read to each other the books would lose all of their meanings, because they would lose themselves in the other’s voice. Still there were exceptions, the only times they read to each other is when Y/N could feel herself getting sleepy and Henry is always more than willing to hold his only girl in his embrace and lull her to sleep with his voice. Y/N usually returns the favour when Henry gets his awful headaches, she would invite him to lay on her chest and caress his aching temples with her soft fingertips. Reading to him, she couldn’t see the small smile that sat on his relaxed face, it just made him happy to listen to his lover’s voice and heartbeat, it was proof to him that she really was there and she was his. 

But back to tonight, they were at her apartment, reading in their own seats across from each other. Both of them knew that they were going to end up in one seat, one way or another, but waiting for the other to give in was one of their favourite games, a very cruel game.

Henry knew that Y/N was going to end up coming to him, she knew it too, even though she would not admit it, she would be too proud and Henry would be too pleased with himself. He could read her way more than any book, her body language told everything to him. She was restless. Changing her position in the armchair every minute, trying to fit the book comfortably in her fingers, constantly failing and most of all, her stealing glances at him. She was thinking that her glances were sneaky, boy, was she wrong! 

He noticed every small one, and it made his pride swell, the reason that he managed to catch them was because he was also constantly looking at her way. He was more clever with it though. But, he was not clever with holding his proud smirking back.

When Y/N looked up again, she noticed his satisfied and sly face looking down at his book, she knew that he noticed her glances. She couldn’t say that she minded it, game on. 

If he really wants to play the sly game, then be it. Let’s see who will end up smirking. She closed her book and put it on the little table beside her, at the sudden closing of the book he lifted his head, raising an eyebrow. She just smiled at him and made her way over to him, her fingers lightly pushed away his that were holding the book, so she could sit in his lap.

“What are you up to, darling?” He asked in a suspicious tone, while she made herself comfortable in his lap, her favourite seat of all time. 

“Oh, don’t you mind me. I just got slightly bored with the book and you were looking awfully more comfortable than the armchair, so here I am.” She put her head against his shoulders and threw her legs over the arm of the chair, her fingers smoothing down his hair at the nape of his neck. She leaned up a bit and whispered in his ear with a low tone. “But, really. Don’t let me bother you, amore mia.” She landed a small kiss on his temple. 

He responded with a small hum, his hands instantly going to her legs, caressing her thighs and knees. 

For a little while, they stayed like that, in their little bubble. Y/N enjoying the warmth of his body against hers, listening to his steady heartbeat, his heavenly scent consuming hers. He could pretend that he was paying attention to the book in his hands all he wanted, but his girl knew him better than that, he was waiting. So, why keep him waiting? She thought. 

She leaned up and started sponging kisses to his collarbone through the crisp shirt that he had on, then her lips migrated to his neck and under his jaw. His breath hitched in his throat, his hands going to her back, stroking up and down. She repositioned her body, now straddling his lap. He put down the book, not even bothering to mark his place, she had all of his attention at that moment. Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and began unbuttoning it, the sight of his toned upper body made her more hungry for him, if it was even possible. He straightened up, so he could fully remove it from his body, but she couldn’t stop kissing his pale neck. Somehow he managed to peel it away from himself, he slumped back in the maroon chair, they were now looking deeply into eachothers eyes. Suddenly both of them lost control and they attached their lips like two hungry creatures. Their heated kiss made both of them pant, what a heavenly way it would be to suffocate by their love’s kiss. They were grasping each other's face, when they pulled apart for a breath, they were heaving and still smiling like two idiots, two idiots deeply and madly in love. Henry’s fingers were tracing the line of her lips.

She slowly pulled away from his face, still huffing slightly. She sank to her knees with a small grin, and it made him bite his lip in excitement, what a lucky bastard he was. Having his beautiful baby on her knees, about to give him pleasure on earth.

She slowly pulled her own blouse over her head, revealing her usual lacy top and the sight of her in lace never failed to make him twitch in his trousers. He reached down to her, his eyes eating her figure up. 

“You are the most beautiful creature on earth.” He stroked her features, lost in beauty. “But, you are no angel, are you?” She only stared up at him with her puppy eyes and a little innocent pout on her lips, how he wanted to bite those lips until they were bruised and bloody, she would love that. 

“I am an angel. You just have the power to turn me into the devil, Henry.” It made his ego happy, his muse telling him the power he had on her.

“Yeah? Angelus peccator meus.” His sinful angel. 

She reached for his trouser buttons and zipper, pulling the garment down his legs once they were out of the way. She palmed his pulsing member through his boxers, and began kissing all over his abdomen, while whispering. “Mea pulchra diaboli.”

Her speaking latin is what got him really going, he lifted her chin so she would look him in the eye, she knew what she was doing to him and she reeled in it.

“Will you be a good girl for me, angel?” She nodded eagerly. “Then prove it.” He still went forward to kiss her on the mouth.

She pulled his underwear down his legs, his throbbing excitement evident in front of her. She wrapped her fingers around it and licked him for base to tip, so her fingers can glide easily up and down. His precum was leaking a lot, his bright tip was shiny, she couldn’t help but lean forward and taste him. She let out a hum, and he was groaning at her every move. She was pumping him constantly, until one of the hands wandered down below the base to massage him, she knew perfectly what buttons to push to make him moan her name. 

She locked eyes with him, he was looking down at her with heavily hooded eyes, and she began sucking and bobbing her head.

At that he threw back his head in pleasure. His hands blindly smoothing the hair away from her face.

“You are my good girl, Y/N. Nobody compares to my goddess, my heavenly pleasure.” He was smiling down at her. She could only moan in response and the vibration of her vocal cords gave in more of his enjoyment. 

She tried to take all of him down her throat, but after many times, she still struggled to do it. He was big and thick, anyone with a brain could do the maths when they looked at him. He was tall and big, her big boy. She pumped where her mouth couldn’t reach, she was still trying though. She took him down his throat and he gathered her hair in a ponytail and let her do her thing. He never pushed her head down, he didn’t need to. He was nearing his high, he threw his head back and closed his eyes. She was very skilled when it came down to this, he suddenly remembered the first time she did this. 

They decided to take the boat out in the middle of the night at the country house. When they got to the middle of the lake, she got on her knees in front of him for the first time, but most definitely not the last time. 

He opened his eyes back up to look down at her frame again, he found her already looking at him. Her eyes sparkly and teary, her lips wrapped around him glossy. His eyes wandered lower, her skin was glowy and the lace complimented her, the lace that he got her.

Sometimes he got himself in rather uncomfortable situations while being in Julian’s lectures. Her sitting in front of him, leaning her head on Francis’ shoulders, out of the blue he would remember that under her clothes she was wearing lace. That did it for him.

“You are so clever, my love. I am almost there.” With her fingers she started caressing her chest, his eyes glued to him. 

His love putting on a show for him, while pleasuring him made his orgasm hit him. He let go with a loud throaty groan, his sticky load running down her throat and she took every last drop.

When she pulled off of him, they were both panting heavily. She put her head on his thigh and his fingers caressed her with such love and adoration. Both of them smiling, again.

“You are my angel, Y/N. My only angel.” He scooped her up from the floor and cradled her in his lap, pressing kisses to her face to make her giggle sweetly. 

That sweet sweet giggle, the light of his life.

The devil’s light.