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Important Night
Hannibal lecter x reader
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Sum- you understand how busy hannibal is with work and helping the fbi but sometimes you feel he has no time for you and all you want is hug. But he makes sure you get much more than that.
Warning- smut, pinv, sexual content and themes, oral (fem rev), fingering.
You walk into the kitchen the cold tile floor hitting your bare feet. You see your love cutting meat against the mahogany cutting board.
“are we having company?” You ask.
“no just making dinner.” He says. Since the day you met hannibal he’s never let you cook, he lets you bake, but cooking is something he loves to do espesically for someone as important to him as you. He will let you join in every now and then but most of the time he prefers to do it by himself.
You walk around him wrapping your arms around his waist laying your cheek against his soft shirt. The smell of his cologne fills your nose calling your soul. The flex and release of his back muscles working as he cuts the meat into slices.
“Would you like to help?” He asks. You shake your head no.
“I’ve missed you is all.” You say running your fingers along his chest.
“missed me? What do you mean?” He says always wanting to know what’s on your mind. You sigh your forehead against his back. He places the knife down leaning over washing off his hands and drying them off with the towel i for the of him. All with you still attached to him.
“darling…” he says turning around placing his hands on your cheeks holding your face to look at him.
You burry your face into his chest only making him pull you back again.
“use your words.” He says keeping your face in his hands.
“i-i just…I know your busy with work and helping the fbi but…i just miss you.” You reply.
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CW; established relationship; poor mental health implications; unprotected sex; pnv; creampie; drooling; just will being messy; grinding; no pronouns used; breasts mentioned; afab.
Will was hunched at his desk, cut and tired fingers working to finish one of his hooks. You peek out from your and his room, eyebrows furrowed. He notices, and he knows you're upset, so before any words leave your mouth, he is up at returning to the bedroom.
He lies down, pulling you flush against him. He sighs onto your neck, hands moving to play with the hem of your shirt. His intentions became obvious. "Really?" You ask. He nods. "Please?" He whispers. You pause, then nod.
He lets out a sigh of relief as his hips shift against your back. Will rubs his hips against your back for a moment, before finally moving above you. "I hope you don't mind," he mumbles, lifting your nightgown until he could pull your underwear to your knees, forcing your legs up.
He swiped one finger between your lips, then smeared your slick on the inside of your thigh. Freeing himself from his boxers, he pushes inside you, finally. Will groans, hand gripping onto your thigh hard enough to leave red marks, and likely bruises, too.
Soon, he's forcing your legs over his shoulders, with your underwear keeping your legs up. His forces his face into your neck, nose nudging against your pulse as he rocks his hips, forcing out moans and whines as your tight heat takes him deeper.
"Can I cum inside? I can cum inside, right? Please?" He groans, and you nod. He gasps and stutters out a groan. You hum, hands sliding up past his shoulders to his hair, brushing it with your fingers. Will leans into it, before his eyes grow wide and his pupils dialate, his stomach tightening and tending as his cum begins spilling into you. He continues to fuck you through it, riding out your and his highs, while he fucks his seed deeper. He looks down at you, forcing your titty into his mouth, drool spilling around the mound.
He pulls out, watching his cum leak from you. He collapses beside you. "I'll clean in a minute," he mutters, catching his breath.