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why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes
A/N: Here is my first fic. It does contain restraints and you may want to read this in private. Besides that you get no hints. ;)
Warnings: Explicit sexual content and language
My back sat straight against a lavish Louis VX style chair, upholstered with velvet, that was cushiony against my exposed skin. I sat in the middle of our darkened bedroom, facing the door, waiting for my lover to come home from work. To my left, the heavy black damask curtains were drawn closed, shutting out the phosphorescent street lamps, leaving only the flicker from a few candles to provide illumination for him. Our king-sized bed loomed behind me with its massive headboard and thick canopy as if it was taunting me to lie down. The headboard, footboard, and canopy were all intricately carved with wistful swirling scrolls, shells, and flowers. The poles of the canopy spiraled high above the bed and sinuous carbriole legs that curved in a sexy s shape at the feet.
A small cloud formed on the glass as I sat down and sighed at the weather. It was absolutely horrible outside, it was pouring down and freezing cold, but that’s typical Britain I suppose. I clasped the tea I had just purchased from the trolley lady and brought it to my lips, blowing it slightly before taking a sip.
“Hmmm this is a bit too strong for my liking.” I muttered to myself so I got up and made my way down the train to the cafe to get some sugar, the tea still in my hands.
All of a sudden, as I tried to squeeze my bum between the seats, someone stood up very quickly.
“Shit!” You mentally shouted.
Of course my tea spilt all down the front of their shirt.
“For fuck sake girl, sort it out.” I said silently. I always embarrass myself. I couldn’t even look up at the tall, mysterious person I had just clumsily spilt hot tea all over while I tried to apologize. God I sound so pathetic, Im practically begging for a stranger’s forgiveness.
I dabbed his shirt in a frantic attempt to clean up my mess. “Its okay, it was my fault, I got in your way” he said.
I just melted at a complete strangers voice. But he wasnt a stranger. It was him.
Benedict. Freaking. Cumberbatch.
The napkin in my hands was soaked with tea. “I’ll go and get some more tissues, we need to get you cleaned up!” I said to him, as if he was a child. He laughed with a low, raspy tone.
That laugh. I swear his voice was the sexiest sound ever to emit from a person.
“At least let me buy you another drink dear?”
I couldn’t resist the temptation.
We went to the train’s cafe where we had a long chat and got to know each other quite well.
When we arrived at the station, we got a taxi to his and chatted some more.
He threw some money at the cabbie and grabbed my hand. I didn’t hesitate or hold back at all surprisingly.
“I like you, you’re adorable.” He said. I grinned to myself.
“You have yet to judge me. I think you’ll find that I’m far from adorable.”
I cant believe I just flirted with Benedict Cumberbatch. The guy that I fantasized about, the guy that I had a blog dedicated to, a blog filled with fanfictions that I had written about him.
Fuck, he’s so much sexier in person.
He opened the door and pulled me inside. “Well this going to have to come off” I said as I fiddled with his shirt buttons. I looked up, his intense gaze caught me and I felt his hands slip round my back and grab my arse.
I had dreamt about this moment for months and now it was finally happening.
I unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor, quickly followed by my top, trousers and his trousers. He grabbed my waist and pushed my back against the door. He winked before passionately kissing me; biting my lip and sucking on my tongue.
Good lord he’s hot, really hot.
I pulled him in closer to me. He saw this as the perfect chance to grind his growing erection on me, a few small moans escaping his mouth.
I moved my hips in time with him. I could feel his bulge dig into my thigh.
I slipped one of my hands under the waistband of his tight underwear and wrapped my hand around his dick. I squeezed a little and slowly began to stroke it.
“Dont tease me when I’m aroused.” Benedict growled into my neck. His voice sent shivers up my spine, those low raspy moans he let out every time I touched his sweet spot ignited the flames in the pit of my stomach.
He put two fingers under the band of my bra. “Off. Now.” He demanded. I immediately obeyed. He smiled cheekily, knowing that I had given in, that he had proved his dominance.
How could I have let my guard down so easily?
Maybe it was the fact that he was practically begging to let him fuck me.
Benedict stared at my exposed breasts. “You’re absolutely stunning” He whispered as he bent down to kiss them. As he did, I noticed that he kissed any stretch marks, freckles, birthmarks he could find. He was kissing my insecurities, the parts of me I hated most and yet he showed me that he loved them.
That’s the Benedict I know. A lovely, English gentleman.
Not the Benedict that just got on his knees, pushed my legs apart and buried his head between them.
He teased my clit with his tongue, gently nibbling it whenever he deemed it necessary. I pushed my hips forwards, I needed more from him, I needed to feel him inside me. Now.
At that moment he plunged his long tongue deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. I wrapped his long curls around my fingers as he fucked me with his mouth. The contrast between his cold tongue and his hot breath struck the perfect combination and sent shivers up my spine. I was getting closer by the second.
” Oh I’m so close Ben!” I nearly screamed as I tugged on his hair and he grabbed my hips, forcing me to stand still. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. He hummed very gently which sent vibrations right through me.
Oh he was good. He was amazing.
I gasped as I was about to hit my climax. My legs started to twitch so Ben pulled away.
I looked down and made puppy dog eyes. He stood up and whispered “Come with me.” I took his hand. “I want to see your face when I make you orgasm.” He added with a cheeky grin.
He threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs, making sure to keep one of his hands pressed between the top my thighs. When we reached the top Benedict kicked a door open and threw me on the bed. He grabbed a piece of cloth and whispered “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, unsure of what idea had just ignited in his mind.
Turns out his plan was to blindfold me.
He sat me on the edge of his bed. I felt his fingers stroke the skin of my thigh, avoiding where I needed him most.
For fuck sake, I was actually desperate.
He inserted one long finger inside of me and curled the end, making me gasp and arch my back with pleasure. He pulled his finger out and demanded that I opened my mouth so of course I obeyed straight away. Upon contact, I tasted skin, maybe it was his finger.
I was right.
I could taste his skin.
I was wrong.
I felt his hand grip the back of my head and he slowly slid his length into my mouth. I gasped for air, completely taken by surprise at his thickness.
Okay I wasn’t surprised, I had imagined it like that.
I tickled Ben’s member with my tongue. His moans were getting louder, more intense as I took more of him. I remembered his little “trick” he had used to pleasure me. Let’s see what happens when I return the favour.
Benedict let out a half moan, half scream as I hummed gently.
Listening to his moans were nearly enough to tip me over the edge.
I felt his member start to twitch in my mouth. I knew he was close.
Suddenly he pulled out and gripped my shoulders, throwing me back towards the mattress.
“You filthy little whore.” he growled into the groove of my neck before he paused. He sat up and became the sweet caring lovely Benedict that his fans knew and adored.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” I reassured him, pulling him back down.
I met his gaze. That fire composed of lust and burning desire had appeared again.
He positioned himself at my entrance and slammed into me. I gasped at his force and after a few long slow thrusts he managed to find my g-spot. I curled my fingers around the bed sheets and arched my back.
Damn he knew what to do.
He quickened his pace and I pushed my hips up to meet his, allowing him to reach deeper inside me.
“Babe I’m so close!” I almost screamed.
“Don’t let go until I say you can!” He demanded. I immediately obeyed.
A few thrusts later and he shouted.
We both came and he managed to deliver a few more sloppy thrusts as we came down from our highs.
He collapsed next to me and we laid together as we got our breath back. He wrapped his arms around me and said “That was amazing love, thank you.” before planting a kiss on the top of my head and falling asleep.
When I woke up, Benedict was still in a deep sleep. I removed his arms from around my waist and got up, putting on some underwear and one of his shirts, which was way too big for me. I found two ties and tied each of his wrists tightly to the bed posts.
Shortly after, he awoke and looked around for me pulling on his restraints. I laughed and then grinned at him.
It was his turn to be submissive to me.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this morning.”
the best scene in the history of forever