Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Distraction - Archie Hicox

Archie was talking to his publisher about his latest review, and although he was trying his best to focus on what was being said, he simply couldn't, not when you were under the desk between his legs with your mouth wrapped around his length, your tongue running up and down his shaft every now and then.

"As I was saying, Hicox," the publisher said, completely oblivious as to what dirty deeds were being committed not even a foot away from him. "The readers are interested in your opinions on this new film, I don't what what it is called, but I do know that it is by one Antonio Margarhetti, and that it is certainly up your alley."

"O-of course," Archie coughed, his hips twitching as you took his entire hardness into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. "I shall get on it as soon as possible."

"Shall I leave you to it, Hicox? Or do you need to know some things about the director?" The publisher asked, not noticing that Archie had a vice grip on the edge of the desk.

"Leave me to it," Archie said, stifling a moan as he came in your mouth. "I shall see you next Tuesday, Mister Bolton."

"Tuesday it is," Bolton gave him a small smile and got up out of his seat before walking over to the door. "I shall look forward to it."

"See you then," Archie sighed, letting go of the desk when Bolton left the room, he pushed his chair out a little and looked at you sternly. "You, darling, are the biggest distraction I have ever seen."

"But," you licked your lips and got out from under the desk. "You love it really, Arch."

"You're not getting away with it," he smirked, taking your hips in his hands and pulling you onto his lap.

"Oh, no, what ever shall I do?" You asked sarcastically, grinding down on his lap with a cheeky smirk that drove the usually composed film critic over the edge.

"I have an idea," he said, his length already hard once again. "Take your clothes off, darling."

"With pleasure, my love," you grinned, gripping the hem of the shirt you were wearing; it was one of Archie's, and you had put it on earlier in the morning, along with a pair of panties, but nothing else, after all, it was unlikely the two of you were going to go anywhere. You pulled the shirt off, tossed it aside, and got off of his lap for a second in order to do the same to your panties; the sight of you completely naked had Archie sucking in a sharp breath as he tried to contain himself, but to no avail. "Distracting enough for you?"

"Incredibly so," he chuckled lowly, pulling you back onto his lap and not bothering to contain himself as you easily sank your dripping core onto his hardness, a low moan leaving your lips and a growl leaving his; Archie glided a hand from your waist to the back of your neck, whereupon he pulled you into a kiss as he began to slowly, teasingly, thrust up into you, his hips working into a rhythm with yours. When he pulled away, he kept his hand at the back of your neck and gazed up into your eyes while your hips worked together, both of you trying to get the most out of each movement. "I do love you, darling."

"I love you too, Archie," you said hoarsely, hooking your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your forehead against his, his cerulean eyes never daring to break the intense, but nonetheless loving, gaze. "Maybe I should distract you more often, hm?"

"Please do," he growled back, thrusts becoming more needy and more harsh, causing you to moan loudly and close your eyes for a few moments to savour the bliss. "Distract me as often as you like," he let his lips curve into a grin as he pounded into you, you returned the favour by grinding down on him. "Just know I won't let you get away with it."

"I wouldn't expect anything else," you winked, pressing quick kisses from his lips, cheeks, jawline, and neck; you left a few hickeys along the sensitive flesh, which you knew would earn you a delicate but harsh thrust that made you smirk. "Fuck, Archie!"

"(Y/N)," Archie moaned, attacking your neck with his lips and mouth, leaving disastrously beautiful hickeys on any inch of skin he could get at; both of you knew, neither of you would last much longer. "Dear God, (Y/N), I love you!"

"I love you too," you whimpered, release coming on strong; you pressed your lips to his harshly in order to silence both of your moans of one another's names, Archie swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you, of course, allowed; he dominated the kiss easily, and while the kiss took your breath away, both of you came; your juices soaking onto his length as he spilled himself inside of you. "Archie?"

"Yes, darling?" He panted, pulling away by a few centimetres in order to gaze into your eyes.

"Will you marry me?" You asked, voice hoarse but eyes honest, the film critic smirked and nodded.

"I believe I'm supposed to say that," he chuckled breathlessly. "But, yes. I will marry you, (Y/N)."