Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #2

Hicox's Talented Tongue - Archie Hicox

Archie was sat beside you in the living room, a cigarette in one hand, the other on your bare thigh, slowly gliding up and down the soft skin before dragging up to your waist and hooking a finger around the band of your panties.

"Can I touch you?" He asked softly, slowly peeling your panties down your legs, knowing you were already waiting for him.

"If you stop teasing me so much," you whined, gently bucking your hips when he began to undo the buttons on your shirt; it was an old one of his, one that you were incredibly fond of wearing around the house, its dark green colour warm and comforting, its smell was exactly the same as his, and it was soft on the inside, yet course on the outside. "Then you can touch me all you want."

"Of course," he chuckled lowly, taking a drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray and manoeuvring you so that you were laid out and his head was betwixt your thighs, he threw your panties aside and slowly ran his tongue through your folds with a smirk. "Wet already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you, darling?"

"Oh, God," you breathed out, bucking your hips a little and gripping onto his hair. "Archie, please."

"Please, what?" He teased, running his tongue through your folds once more before kissing your inner thigh softly.

"Take me," you whispered, resting the back of your head on the sofa's arm and arching your back slightly. "Take me, Archie. I'm yours."

"I love hearing you say that," he mumbled, gently lapping at your folds before diving into your sex, his tongue talented but tender and causing you to moan his name quietly.

"Yes," you panted, unable to control yourself and yanking his hair to get him closer, which only resulted in him moaning against your sex and continuing his tender tongue's movements. "Oh God, yes!" Archie pulled away a little, breath hot and slow, lips curved into a smile, his cyan eyes locked onto yours.

"Who's your Daddy, darling?" He asked, voice causing vibrations against the sensitive skin that made you moan and wiggle your hips with need and want.

"You," you gasped out when he grinned and continued to please you with his tongue. "Arch- Daddy, please." When he chuckled at your words, the sound and feeling of it rumbled through you, causing you to whine out his name softly, begging for him to continue as your release slowly drew closer; Archie's talented tongue flicked against your sweet spot multiple times, which had you on edge and grinding down against his face, he placed a hand on your hip and kept you still as he continued, your grip on his hair only growing until you had to let go for fear you would yank some of it out, although it was incredibly unlikely. With a few more flicks and laps at your sex, your walls clenched around his tongue, moans of ecstasy mixed with his name leaving your lips like prayers, your juices flowing onto his lips as he eagerly lapped them up, groaning contently at the taste, his grip on your thigh faltering as he let his guard down.

"I love you," Archie sighed when you had finished. "So much."

"I love you too," you breathed out, pulling him up for a quick kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I'm glad I married you, Mister Hicox."

"And I'm glad I married you," he smirked, adoring eyes focused on yours. "Missus Hicox."