Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Not Such a Gentleman - Archie Hicox

Archie Hicox. Film critic. Soldier. British gentleman. Only, the latter, was stripped when he became jealous; yes, indeed, the gentlemanly exterior was almost always torn to shreds when Archie grew jealous of another man flirting with you.

One such night, a man constantly flirting with you drew the British soldier's attention, and before you could do anything, he had you pinned against the nearest secluded wall.

"Dear God," Archie growled, biting, nipping and possessively leaving hickeys all over your neck. "Does no one know you're mine?"

"Why would they?" You placed a hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him to his knees. "We aren't married, after all."

"Do you have to tease me, darling?" He said, hands gliding up your legs and pushing your dress up. "Or would you rather I tease you for allowing that man to attempt to court you?"

"Whichever you'd prefer, my love," you whispered, watching as he easily pushed your undergarments down and your dress up, exposing you for him; Archie eagerly pressed his lips against your inner thigh and bit down a little on the skin, marking it.

"Archie, please."

"I'll take you as my wife," he mumbled, running his tongue through your soaking folds, his cerulean eyes meeting yours and causing you to almost melt before him.

"Jesus," you mewled, immense pleasure already running through your veins, you gripped onto his hair and tried to pull him against you even further as his tongue made quick work of your sex. "Archie, oh my god! Don't - don't stop!" He didn't stop, in fact, he added two fingers into the mix, pumping them in and out of your core teasingly, every now and then making a come hither movement; Archie continued to run his tongue through your folds, but he soon popped your clit in his mouth and toyed with it, smirking when you let out quiet moans of his name, utter euphoria seeping through with each syllable. You knew, if he kept up what he was doing, you were going to last just about as long as a mouse in a world full of cats. "Archie, I'm almost there!" You felt the vibrations on your sensitive skin when Archie chuckled lowly, which completely threw you over the edge; you moaned his name, your juices soaking onto his mouth and part of his hand, your walls clenching around his fingers, your legs quaking, Archie attempted to lick up everything.

"I mean it," he said, standing up again and staring you down. "I want you to be my wife."