Celebrity Imagines

Henry Cavill ( Part Three)

One shot: Your parents are away on a business trip and as a result you have to walk home. Henry sees you walking and offers to drop you home, instead you shyly ask if you can stay over at his.

Y/N POV

Your last session with Mr. Cavill was extremely worth while, though he tried his best to control himself while he was with you, you couldn't help but feel slightly guilty.

Everything you did, whether it was accidentally moving in his lap or innocently touching his face drove him crazy. He was completely infatuated with you, which was strange.

No boy, let alone man had ever taken interest in you ever, so it was only acceptable for you to feel this way whenever you were around Mr. Cavill.

You knew how much effort he was putting in to restrain himself from practically taking you on the desk, and you commended him for that but you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he lost his composure, just once like the way he did the first time.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the sound of a car honking at you. You turned around to see a black car pull up beside you, slightly alarmed you backed away from the vehicle.

"Hey hey relax Y/N it's just me" he said.

You immediately relaxed when you realised it was Mr. Cavill.

"Oh h-hi Mr. Cavill" you said softly. You couldn't help but be shy at the sight of him, I mean he was just fingering you a couple of minutes ago.

Your eyes shifted briefly to his fingers with a blush rising on your dark cheeks. Quickly you averted your gaze, instead staring into his eyes which were already taking in your squirming figure. His tongue glided against his lips as he eyed you hungrily.

"Are you waiting for your parents to pick you up?" He asked, clearing his throat and possibly his mind.

"Uhm no, I'm walking home. My parents are away on a business trip so.." your words soon died on your tongue. You were practically telling him that you were home alone, and yet you didn't mind.

"Would you like for me to drop you home?" He offered.

You bit down on your lip, contemplating on the tempting offer.

"Are you sure Mr. Cavill?" You asked.

"Positive" you watched as he exited the car before guiding you to the passenger side, where he opened the door for you.

"Thank you Mr. Cavill-" you smiled softly.

"Call me Henry"

The ride to your house wasn't awkward, instead it was filled with sexual tension. You had to control your squirming in the seat, each time you moved you had to readjust your skirt which kept riding up your legs.

Henry continued to eye you from the corner of his eye, each time your skirt rode up. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off you and have another taste of your treasure.

His hands were itching to touch your skin, to caress the soft flesh, to place small gentle kisses and leave his mark all over your body making you scream and moan out his name. Your whimpers and pleads for him to go faster and your cries of pleasure would drive him crazy.