Henry Cavill Imagines

Fck Me Eyes

"Honestly. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask."

You look at Henry all in shocked confusion. All you are trying to do is leave class so you're not entirely sure why he came up to you and let that come out of his mouth.

"Excuse me?"

Henry lets out a soft chuckle. "You think I haven't noticed the looks you've been giving me in class? You think I'd be able to forget the look on your face while I shoved my cock down your throat?"

Your eyes grow wide at his vulgar words and you take a quick look around the room to make sure no one else heard him. That's when you realize you're the only two left.

You roll your eyes and look back at him. "Henry I'm not giving you 'fuck me' eyes. The only thing I'm doing is glaring at your fat head because it blocks the professor."

Henry definitely looks surprised for a second before he lets out a laugh. You go to move past him but he follows you continuing to block your path and managing to trap you against a table.

"So you're telling me" he starts putting both hands on the table and making you lean back "you've never thought about how good we used to be together? How good it felt to have my face buried between your legs? What about when I wrapped my hands around that pretty little throat of yours and fucked you until you saw stars?"

You swallow and Henry really notices it with a smirk. His hands comes up and lightly brushes your neck before it goes to the back of your head and traps you in place. You watch Henry with wide eyes as he inches closer to you until his lips barely touch yours giving you enough to crave him but not enough to satisfy yourself.

"What if I reminded you how all those things felt right here and now? Right on this table where anybody can walk by and see all the nasty things I want to do to you?"