Bendict Cumberbatch Imagines

Milky Way ~SMUT~

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I've discovered that writing smut is actually fun and I like it! Thanks guys so much for reading, hopefully this one will be better than the last.

So, most people do xreader things with using 'you' instead of 'I' so I'm going to try that and tell me if ya'll like it.

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You and Benedict have been dating for a while, and you think you're finally ready to take it to the next level. You knew Ben would wait until you were ready, and you wanted to make it count. You wanted this to be the best night of your lives.

So, you went out and bought some things. You bought some lacy black lingerie, showing only enough skin to tease him, and a revealing black robe that barely covered up any of your skin.

You knew that Ben would be tired after a long day of filming, but either way you were determined to keep him awake, so you bought some dark chocolate to match your robe. You sat down on the bed, eagerly awaiting his arrival, twiddling your thumbs together as the air conditioning hit your bare skin.

Finally, you heard the door to the house squeak open and slam shut, and got ready on the bed for him. "(Y/N)?" You heard him call out, making you smile and giggle. Your hugs and kisses were the only things that were worth coming home for Ben.

"Up here!" You called back, and heard a rapid yet dragging sound of footsteps climbing up the stairs. You heard the door nob turn and a rush of butterflies hit your stomach, and you wondered if you were confident enough to even do this. You loved Ben, and Ben loved you, so there was no turning back now.

You giggled when you saw how his eyes widened when he found you on the bed. You looked into his beautiful green/blue eyes, and you felt like you could see a whole galaxy in them. Your own personal Milky Way.

"What's this?" He asked questioningly, smirking and dropping his coat to the floor. He looked so sexy right now, his hair curled and fluffed from filming Sherlock, and they let him take home that fucking purple shirt that you loved him in.

"What does it look like?" You asked, spreading your legs a bit and shifting your position so you were sitting down on the bed. You held up your hand and lifted your finger, signaling him to come over here.

He gladly walked over, taking this opportunity to let his eyes wander over your body. He smirked and leaned down to kiss you, but after a peck you pushed him back and took him by the collar. You led him to the head of the bed and you laid back on the pillows, taking this moment to look over his body.

"Are you sure?" He asked, taking your hand and looking at you with an innocent spark in your eyes, which only heightened your arousal.

You responded with a lustful kiss on the lips, and he groaned in surprise, then gladly kissed back, putting a bit of weight onto you, making you moan. You grabbed his hair and tugged, making him groan loudly into your mouth. He grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, breaking the seal as his tongue swirled it's way into your mouth.

He tasted chocolate and wine, making him ground his pelvis into yours, trying to ease the tension. Without breaking the kiss, you slowly unbuttoned his shirt, watching it fall to the floor as you looked at his chest. A sudden craving washed over your whole body, it was indescribable, but all that you wanted was him. You needed him. You fumbled with his belt and whipped it off, waiting to take off his pants.

He broke the kiss and took one of the ties in your robe into his hands. You watched him untie your robe, and he let out a shaky breath when he saw your lingerie. "You're... so beautiful..." He whispered, running his hands up your waist and across your back. He undid your bra and watched it fall to the floor and let out a soft moan when he saw your bare breasts.

He cupped your breasts in his hands and began caressing them softly, his finger running over a nipple and circling it with his thumb. You gasped and finally took his opportunity to take off his boxers, his erection springing between us.

Your eyes went directly to his hardened length, and he smirked when he saw you staring. "Like what you see?" You didn't respond, you couldn't. This man was huge, you weren't sure you'd be able to take him.

Nonetheless, you took it into your hands and started to stroke him, starting out gentle but starting to get harder as you moved your hand. He groaned and moaned with every streak, and he moved his hips a bit in time with your strokes to gain more friction.

His sounds and face were almost enough to push you over the edge, sweat beading off his forehead and chest. He took your hands away and pulled you into a kiss so passionate it made you dizzy. He moved his lips to your neck and started sucking it, biting it, leaving marks all over it. With every new mark he made a moan escaped your lips, each one louder than the other.

"Christ, (Y/N), your moans." He groaned, and you closed your eyes because of his voice. Like a jaguar holding a cello is how many people described it, and whoever said that should get some sort of Noble Peace Price.

You felt lips plucking down your stomach, snapping you out of your thoughts. He stopped when he got to your naval, hooking your panties in between his thumbs and tugging them down. He sat himself up to take one final look at you.

"Oh, (Y/N)." He moaned, "You're so beautiful... so beautiful."

He shot one of his fingers inside you, making you moan in surprise. You pushed against his fingers in attempt to get his fingers deeper inside you. You gasped when he made contact with your clit, arching your back off of the bed.

You nearly screamed when he added a finger inside, then another. You raked your fingers through his hair, and he hummed in approval, sending a wave of vibrations throughout your body. He took his fingers out, and you moaned from the lost of contact, but then you moaned when he replaced his fingers with his hardened length.

He started moving at a slow pace, almost unbearably slow, so you begged him to go faster. He gladly obeyed your orders and laced his hand with yours and placing his other hand on your side, the new angle allowing him to go deeper. You both moaned in sync, and you started bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Oh god Ben! Yes!" You screamed, the heat rising up from your thighs into your belly.

"Oh (Y/N)! I love you like this! But I need to see you come! Please- AGH!- please come for me." It only took a few more thrusts before you started seeing starts and clenching around him.

You screamed as your orgasm took you, arching your back off the bed, the sheets clinging to your sweaty body. He came with you, muttering your name into your ear as he did.

He buried his head into the crook of your neck, panting his hot breath into your neck as he settled from his high. You took the hair on the back of his neck and started to tug it, realizing how sweaty he was.

He pulled back from your neck once he had caught his breath and smiled at you, giggling and slipping out of you, plopping down beside your naked form. "Was it worth the wait?" You asked, running your hands through his hair, drenched from sweat and messed up from your fingers

"Absolutely. That would be worth 1,000,000 years of waiting." He chuckled, moving his hand to your stomach and tracing circles around it.

"I love you." You whispered as he pulled a blanket over our bodies.

"I love you too." He whispered back, pecking your cheek and closing his eyes.

Slowly, you felt yourself drifting away into a pleasant sleep, the man you loved silently snoring in your ear.

This is what bliss feels like.