Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Punishment and Walking In - Archie Hicox

You were wearing one of Archie's shirts and a pair of panties, but nothing else; you were waiting for Archie to come back from his short meeting with Aldo Raine outside, and you could see him from the window outside, looking like the handsome gentleman he truly was. You knew if he caught you smoking and drinking a glass of whiskey, he would surely punish you for it, but the thing was, you loved Archie's punishments; for whatever reason, Archie was going back inside, but Aldo was still outside, talking to the other Basterds.

"What are you wearing, darling?" Archie asked, biting his lip at the sight of you wearing his shirt, glass of whiskey in one hand, cigarette in the other, you smirked.

"Your shirt," you said teasingly, pulling the hem up slightly and hooking your finger around the band of your panties before gliding them down your legs and throwing them at him; Archie moaned quietly, licking his lips and thinking to himself about how much like a full course meal you looked, and he wanted to devour you. "Gotta problem with that?"

"No," he said hoarsely, walking up to you and taking the glass and cigarette from your hands, he took a drag, gulped the whiskey down, and threw the cigarette out the window before taking your hand in his and leading you to the table. "But you still need punishing. Are you alright with that?"

"Yes," you whimpered, bending over the table and wiggling your hips in anticipation when he stood behind you. "Please, Archie, punish me."

"My pleasure, darling," he smirked, lifting the hem of your shirt a little and unfastening his belt; he took a quick look outside, noticed that the Basterds were still outside, and licked his lips, the bulge in his trousers almost impossible to ignore. "Ready?"

"Fuck, yes," you bit down on your lip and moaned loudly when he harshly entered you, grabbing your shoulder with one hand and putting the other on the table beside your head, thrusting violently as you moaned loudly, your core aching for him. "Oh God, Archie, harder!"

"Hush, darling," he growled in your ear, biting down on the back of your neck, all evidence of him being a gentleman gone out the window like the cigarette. "Wouldn't want one of the Basterds to walk in, would we?"

"No," you moaned, pressing your forehead against the wooden table and letting out a quiet, aroused, whimper of his name. "Archie!"

"(Y/N)," He hissed, gripping onto your shoulder a little harder, his lips still against your neck, breath hoarse but hot. "Oh, good God, darling."

"Hey-" Aldo walked in and his eyes widened with shock when he saw you bent over the table, Archie taking you from behind, the poor American's jaw dropped like a penny. "Ya'll couldn't wait?"

"Sorry Lieutenant," Archie smirked, looking up at Aldo and trying his best not to chuckle. "Was there something you needed?"

"Uh, yeah," Aldo nodded, looking away when you and Archie composed yourselves. "We were gonna... Y'know what? Forget I was here."