Bendict Cumberbatch Imagines

Happy Birthday, Benedict ~SMUT~

Taking a small break from Enigma and I'm writing this super late at night so let's do this

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This birthday of his was near exhausting. You spent nearly all night out, dinner, movie, everything that he wanted. Most of all he wanted to spend the time with you, and you couldn't be more thankful that he was here on his birthday and you were fortunate enough to spend it with him. But now, you were heading back home, and you had something very special planned for him; and he could tell, the way his hands were wandering further up your arm each time you scooted a bit closer to him in your Uber. The kids were with Wanda and Timothy as the both of you wanted a kid-free day without stress.

By the time the both of you were in the house, you'd taken off his blazer with both of your mouths crushed together. He kissed you feverishly as he slid down the zipper on your dress, the metal touching your back and making you shiver. With your lips still mended together, you walk backwards as he pushes you towards the bedroom. As he shrugged the sleeves of your dress off, you practically ripped open his button down shirt, not giving a shit about the buttons. The both of you had barely gotten the time to be romantic with each other lately as he'd been working on the new Avengers movie, and he couldn't even tell you anything about it. Already aching with need, you took his shoulders and pushed him onto the bed, sending fumbling hands to work at your belt. "Eager, darling?" He asked, reaching around your back and unhooking your bra.

"It's your birthday, darling." You whispered, lowering your voice so it would come out more seductively. "Of course I'm eager to give you all the pleasure you could ask for." He groaned and bit his lip at your words, assisting you with pulling his pants off along with his boxers. His large hands pulled off your panties and finally you were both bare in front of each other. You looked down, seeing his already hardened member becoming harder and harder by the moment; you unconsciously and sensually licked your lips, making him grab you by either sides of your face and kiss you feverishly. You moaned in his mouth when he tongue swirled around inside your mouth. As you pulled out, you bit his bottom lip and dragged it out a bit, making him whimper softly as you lowered your face, kissing his chest as you went down. Since he was playing Doctor Strange, his milky chest bulked a bit which you loved. "The things I'm going to do to you." You chuckled darkly, moving your face further down so that your hot breath was roaming against his shaft, making his length twitch with need. You wanted to tease him, but at this point the both of you were so turned on that you couldn't take it anymore.

You took him fully into your mouth, making him groan and throw his head back into the pillow, gripping the sheets tightly with his fists. You bobbed up and down at a slow pace, resulting in him thrusting his hips up a bit to get himself deeper into your mouth. Smirking, you decide to pick up the pace as you felt the tip of his length hitting the back of your throat. You were doing a great job of stopping your gag reflex as you cradled his balls in your hand. His breath hitched in his throat as he muttered swear words, the strength of his fists nearly ripping the sheets off. "F-fuck, (Y/N)." He whispered, and you could tell from the pained expression on his face that he was close. "(Y/N) stop. I n-need to be buried inside of you." You stopped your movements and removed your mouth from his length, wiping your mouth.

"Whatever the birthday boy wants." You said, biting your lip; he started to sit back up, but you pushed him back down, making him give you an odd look. You hovered yourself over him, and the odd look suddenly disappeared as you looked into his crystal blue orbs, glistening with need. So you sank yourself down onto him, making the both of you groan out loudly. This was a new experience for you, but it caused a delicious pressure in your groin, making you moan out and throw your head back, causing more pressure on Ben's end. Once the both of you got used to this new feeling, you slowly started to move, making Ben let out a long groan, both hands gripping your hips to guide you into a rhythm on his member. His eyes were screwed shut and his head was thrown back, so he timidly thrusted his hips up, earning a soft moan from you. Eventually, he started thrusting up harder, hitting you directly into your sweet spot every time, making you cry out and nearly fall forwards, thankfully Ben's hands kept you up. "Mmm... Ben, yes." You moaned out, throwing your head back when one of his hands started gently rubbing your clit. "I-I'm so close." You stuttered, trying to get a grip on yourself as the pleasure bubble began to build up inside of you like never before.

"M-me to. Fuck, (Y/N)." Gently, you started to bounce, pushing the both of you way over the edge with long and loud moans. You collapsed forwards onto him, holding yourself up with his shoulders and gently sliding yourself off his length. The both of you hissed from the loss of contact, but cuddled up next to each other with each of your hot pants against each other's bare chests. 

"Happy... Birthday, Benedict." You whispered in between pants, leaning up and kissing his neck, then his cheek; he smiled and kissed your head, panting into your hair as his other hand rested around your shoulder.

"Best birthday ever." He whispered, happy, smiling and content with his 41st birthday as it was slowly coming to a close. He was happy that he was able to spend it with his one and only wife, the woman he loves more than anything. The woman who birthed his two baby boys Christopher and Hal. The woman who made him happiest in the world. His everything. You.

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Sorry if this is shitty it's around 11:00 and I realized I didn't make something for his bday so here it is! Good old smut.

Have a great day my lovelies xx