Random Imagines {REQUESTS ON HOLD}

Benedict Cumberbatch {Requested} (smut)

Dedicated to anon

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 "Ben, I'm home!" you called up the stairs, setting your things down on the counter and looking for something to eat. You heard footsteps and then there were hands on your hips. Ben pressed his lips against the side of your neck.

"I have work to do, Benedict. Later," you said, pushing away from him. He pouted for a second and followed you to your desk, where he sat on the chair on the other side and watched you as you set up your things. Eventually he disappeared and you could concentrate on your work, but not ten minutes later he came back in just boxers. His hair was mussed, probably from pulling his shirt off, and you would've pounced on him then and there if you didn'thave so much work to do.

"Ben, I said later," you said sternly, looking back at your laptop screen. You heard movement and watched out of the corner of your eyes as your husband walked up behind you. He pulled you to your feet, sat down and then pulled you into his lap. You could feel his hard on against your thigh, but you turned back to your computer screen, trying to focus on the letters rather than Ben's hands traveling around your body under your shirt. He very slowly unbuttoned your pants and you pretended to type works only to delete them again. Ben used an arm to push you up again and slip your pants over your bum before setting you back down in his lap. This time you turned your head so you could look at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I have work to do, Mr. Cumberbatch." 

"I'd love to help you with it, but once you've finished my work, (Y/N)," he rumbled, his voice deep and gravely. 

"I have work to finish before yours." 

"You are my PA aren't you?" he asked, "What could be more important?" You'd met Ben when you were working on the set of Star Trek as a PA. He'd been using it on you for the last two years and you hadn't been able to resist before. 

"I have more important work to do. Now shoo," you said, throwing your jeans over his shoulder. He smirked at you and answered, "I love a challenge." He left the room and you undid your hair before sitting back down in your chair. You worked for another ten minutes before Ben walked back in wearing sweatpants and a tshirt. 

"I'm going to make dinner, would you like to help?" he asked, back to his normal voice. You looked at him suspiciously and then nodded. However when you went into your room to change Ben was standing in front of your closet, blocking your way in. 

"You have to take that off before you can get anything else," he said, tilting his head and watching you. It reminded you a bit of when he practiced his lines to play Smaug. You pulled your shirt off and handed it to him. 

"All of it," he said, looking hungrily at your lace undergarments. You looked him straight in the eyes and undid your bra and slipped your panties off. His eyes traversed your body and you looked back at him.

"You said I could get clothes after I'd taken these ones off."

"I lied." He pushed you backwards onto the bed and slipped his hands over your body. His lips met with yours and his fingers ran down your back. You slid your finger into his hair and kissed back, wrapping your legs around his hips. His lips left yours and his hands un-hooked your legs.

"Mmmm, tonight you are not getting away so easy," he hissed, holding your hands above your head. From out of no where his other hand produced a pair of handcuffs, which he used to snap you to the headboard. 

"I'dlike to know where you got those from," you smirked. He shook his hand got off your legs. Once you were free, of course, you lashed out with your feet. He pounced back on you and brought his hand around with two nylon ropes.