#fanficocean

With an understanding nod, he got right to it, finger pressing at your tight hole as he began to work you open for the first plug of the day. The smallest butt plug would be worn as you prepared for the big night, the second plug would be worn in the car on the way over and through the red carpet and reception, and the last would go in at the ball, to be worn as the night wrapped up and led you home.

“And so it begins,” you half-laughed, half-moaned as soon as the plug was secure. 

Henry grinned, eyes alight with cockiness. “And how do you feel about that?” 

Your hand smoothed down his chest to his crotch, fingers feeling the outline of his thick cock. “Hmm… I think I need to thank you in advance for everything you’re gonna do to me tonight.” 

“I can think of a couple of ways you can… express your gratitude,” he winked, watching with joy as you sank to your knees and licked your lips. 

Soon after you sucked the soul out of Henry’s dick, the hair and makeup team and stylists arrived to help the two of you get ready. Being doted on like a celebrity wasn’t something you were used to, but getting made up and pampered was an extravagant distraction from the nerves of making your first official public appearance as a couple.

A couple of hours passed as you went through the special treatment and when you finally saw yourself in the mirror, you about died. Growing up, beauty was only afforded to skinny people, people who looked nothing like you. It had been an insecurity for as long as you remembered, but looking at your reflection, all you saw was beauty. The makeup and dress complemented you perfectly, and for the first time in a very long time you got to enjoy the perks of getting dolled up and putting your best foot forward. 

The stylists began to pack up and let you know that Henry was done and waiting for you downstairs. Giddy to see his reaction to your look, you made your way out and carefully descended the stairs. Half way down the staircase, you saw him, jaw literally dropped open as his bright eyes took you in. He laughed, sweet and honest, gleaming with pride and love, the awe on his face making you fight back tears. 

“Okay, okay, stop looking at me like that. You’re gonna make me cry and ruin it,” you warned as you got to the bottom of the stairs and walked over to him. 

Everyone laughed and he cleared his throat, stepping up to you with a tamed smile. “Remember the deal?”

Your smokey dark eyes narrowed up at him, only breaking contact when your makeup artists and stylists called to let you know they had finished cleaning up and were leaving. As soon as they were out of the room you punched him lightly in the chest, knocking laughter out of the two of you. 

“Is that dress easy to bend in?”  

You nodded. Though the dress clung to your body, it was easy to move in, easy to take off; that was part of the reason you ended up choosing this dress for tonight. 

“Good. Shall we?” He watched with a filthy grin as you obliged. “Are you ready for the next one, love?” 

Thick fingers slid the dress up over your hips, hooked into your underwear and massaged the globes of your ass. A nod was all you could give him in response when his thumbs spread your cheeks to fully expose the heart shaped plug nestled there. 

Heart pounding in your chest and pussy, you did your best to remain still as his fingers plucked at the base of the plug, gently working your tight hole with it. The smallest plug popped free and you let out a hungry groan, needy for more.

“Patience, love. It’s right here. Just need to get you ready for it,” he cooed, lube-covered fingers gently pressing into your hole. The pressure lured a moan as he worked you open and began to press the medium sized plug into your ass. The moment the second plug slipped in, Henry pulled you up and spun you around, mouth claiming your neck in a frenzy. 

“Fuck, Hen,” you whined, hips grinding against his fingers as one of his hands shoved your dress to keep it up and the other rubbed through your wet folds. Your pussy throbbed and your fingers were lost in the luscious curls atop his head, his teeth biting sharply down on your pulse point. A loud squeal burst from your lips and he laughed deeply, moving his face out of your neck enough for you to see the mischief in his eyes. 

“Neck was safer than ruining your lipstick, right?”

All you could do was roll your eyes as he grinned and left you to right yourself again. When you were ready the two of you gathered your things and left for the limo waiting just outside. The ride was tense, anticipation of the red carpet and the rest of the night to come made you slightly uneasy, knee bouncing where you sat at Henry’s side.  

“Nervous?” Henry’s voice startled you a bit as it broke the silence.

Being in the public eye and the center of attention wasn’t your favorite, especially at your weight. Scrutiny and harsh words were already hurled your way at the mere speculation that Henry could be linked to you romantically, but you knew that he had your back. That he loved you just the way you were and would never stop defending you. 

“A bit,” you answered honestly, releasing a breath before smirking his way. “Though, I am pretty excited to get back home.”

Henry dropped your hand and found your thigh, giving it a squeeze as he winked. “We’ve still got one more to go, remember,” he reminded you, holding up your clutch where the third and largest plug lay waiting. 

“How could I forget?”

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As you stepped out of the car, flashing lights blinded you and left you disoriented and clinging to Henry’s side. His assistant, Brendan, and a flock of event staff soon surrounded the two of you, leading you onto a red carpet. 

Henry held you close, big hands reassuring you as he leaned in and said, “You can stay with me the whole time if you’d like, or you can wait with Brendan during the interviews. I’m happy with whatever you decide.”

You shot him a nod and painted on your prettiest smile as you walked the carpet to the first photo stop. Brendan and the staff continued and waited as you and Henry posed as a couple for the first time in public. Photographers called out for you both, shouting both direction and questions about your relationship. The noise and flashing lights immediately jump-started your anxiety and, as if he knew what you were thinking, your boyfriend took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around your waist, turning you to him. 

A gentle smile helped you to relax and the world disappeared when he leaned down and kissed you, tame enough not to ruin your lipstick but firm enough to offer you love and comfort as you shared your love with the world. 

Beaming up at him, your hand pushed through his curls and you pressed another quick kiss to his lips before coming back to earth. Everything was a blur and the only thing you could focus on was Henry. Your hand remained clasped tightly, safely, within his large one as he led down the carpet to the first interview. 

When Brendan ushered him forward, you dropped his hand and took a step back, letting him do his interview as you watched from the sidelines with the team. You stood and watched as he spoke with charm and ease, politely thanking everyone before coming back to you. 

At the next photo stop and interview he let you go when your grip on his hand loosened, but at the last interview his grip grew tighter, and you realized he wasn’t going to let you sit this one out. 

The reporter smiled widely as he approached, and her eyes immediately flew to you, signaling something to the videographer as you arrived at their station. 

“Hello, sir. Henry you look wonderful,” she greeted, letting him thank her before continuing. “And who might this lovely woman be?”

Clearing your throat, you leaned in and she moved her mic from Henry’s face to yours. “I’m Y/n L/n, Henry’s girlfriend.”

Henry looked down at you affectionately, watching as your nervous smile grew into an excited one. It was out. It was official. Not that you and Henry hadn’t been committed to one another already, but now it was a public affair. Excitement, relief, and a small rush of adrenaline kicked through your system, the heat of Hen’s hand against yours telling you that he felt the same. 

All of your worst case scenarios flashed through your mind, but to your surprise, the reporter in front of didn’t sling a backhanded compliment at you. Instead, she smiled a genuine smile and congratulated Henry on landing a woman as beautiful as you. Brain scrambling to catch up, you only caught on in the middle of his sentence.

“-she’s fantastic, and loyal, and truly sincere. I’m a very lucky man to have her at my side,” he gushed, smiling down at you as you hid your gummy smile behind your hand. 

“And there you have it, Superman is officially off the market. Have a gorgeous night, lovebirds,” she said cheerfully, shaking yours and Henry’s hand as her time ended. 

As Brendan and the event staff surrounded and led you to the entrance of the building, you and Henry deflated and shared laughter, leaning into one another, happy that the public display was all over. Brendan handed you both your masquerade masks and you helped each other put them on, the leather covering his face leaving you melting as he delicately secured your own diamond mask to your face.

Once directed to the main ballroom, you spent the next hour mingling with celebs and socialites, drinking expensive champagne and wine, and snacking on hors d’oeuvres. You were dragged to the dance floor for a couple of songs before Henry secretly led you away, up a red velvet staircase to a private balcony that overlooked the entire ballroom. 

“Wow,” you gasped, looking over the railing at the crowd below. 

His chest met your back, lips dropping to your shoulder as he said, “It’s time.”

Sucking in a breath, you turned and handed him your clutch, watching in anticipation as he retrieved the final plug and a sample packet of lube. He gently turned you toward the railing, heavy hand pushing your shoulders forward until you were leaning over, elbows on the rail and ass on display for him. 

Smoothing your dress up and underwear down, thick hands splayed your cheeks. A single fingertip swirled around the base of the plug, working the outer muscle before finally wiggling the plug free. 

Even with the sound of the ball you could still hear his groan of approval as your empty asshole fluttered around nothing, a slight gape inviting him in. His tongue sent a zap of shock and arousal through you when it met your puckered hole. Face pressing into your ass, Henry’s mouth worshiped your hole, fucked in and out and left you writhing in pleasure. 

As the room below you swirled in lively bliss, Henry doted on your ass and slid the final plug into you, watching in awe at the way you gave in to the stretch and burn. 

“Jesus Christ, Henry, I don’t know how long I can keep going. I-I might come,” you panted as his mouth worked up your spine to your ear. 

“No you won’t. You’re too perfect.” His words caught you off guard and his eyes tenderly caressed your face. “I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart. I’m so thankful you’ve let me love you.”

You were engulfed in his arms a moment later, and you lean into him that much harder, small hands grabbing at his big back. A moment passed and he pulled back just enough to catch your lips on his, lick his way into your mouth and share the moment with you. Before you could get too carried away, his lips broke away and left you practically begging for more. 

He watched in amusement as you let out a needy whine, your eyes going wide at something behind him. Curiously, he turned and found the offending object, a portrait of Jesus on the Cross painted on the wall above the private booth you’d just defiled. 

“Oh my God, I’m going to hell,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands. 

Henry laughed darkly, voice deep enough to leave butterflies in your stomach. “Let’s go to hell, then. Together.” 

On the brink of a horny death, you let out a guttural groan of arousal and let him whisk you down to the ballroom again. Moving in his arms, he led you around the dance floor in a passionate rhythm, the tension finally pushing him to say his goodbyes and take you back home.

In the back of the limo, you couldn’t keep yourselves apart. Barely able to breathe, the two of you refused to slow down, just kissing and grinding together that much deeper. Heat grew between you, left you hot and had Henry already getting sweaty. By the time you stumbled out of the car back at his house, your hair and makeup were a mess. 

In record time, you were slung over his shoulder and marched into the house, only set down when you were half way into the large living room. Big hands wrapped around your wrists, stopping your efforts to rid him of his suit before you could even try. 

“Go to the room and get comfortable, I’ll be right in.”

Rushing to the bedroom, you took a minute to take off the smudged makeup and let your hair down before sitting at the edge of the bed. Sure enough, a minute later Henry appeared, already down to his pants and boxers. Finally stripping out of both, his thick cock sprung free, and he spit down on his shaft before shooting you a dirty grin. Stroking his cock as he approached, you crawled backward up his bed, stopping in the middle while he stood at the foot, eyes tenderly dragging along your naked body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/n,” he sighed earnestly. 

A blush warmed your cheeks as he climbed up and walked on his knees, pushing your legs open to fit himself between your thick thighs. Heat cloaked you as he dropped his chest against yours and kissed the breath out of you, hips grinding his hard dick through your wet lips. 

“Want me to fuck this wet pussy before we get to that glorious ass?”

His deep, throaty voice made you shiver and moan, head shaking side to side. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. Wanna feel you there.”  

Henry groaned and kissed you roughly, tongue dominating yours as he made his way down your body, stopping to pay attention to each russet hued nipple before landing between your shapely thighs. He didn’t spend long laving at your wet pussy, but by the time his talented mouth left your body you were on the edge of an orgasm. 

When you were instructed to turn over, you settled on all fours, gently shaking your ass up at Henry. He rewarded you with a few slaps, strong hands massaging the warm flesh before he found the base of the plug and worked it free. 

Before you could beg for him, his fat tip was pressed against your hole, the lubed skin slowly pushing at your entrance. 

“Tell me you want me.”

A needy moan fell from your lips at the rasp of his voice, and instead of giving him a proper answer, you pressed your hips back against his, swallowing his thick tip with your tight hole. Henry grunted and gripped your hips, too enamored by the way you felt to reprimand you. All he could do was move, pull you back as he pushed forward, and hiss as your body sucked him in to the hilt in one long, wet stroke. 

“Oh fuck!” Your body writhed and shook as his hips met your ass, the pleasure and build up finally consuming you in ecstasy. 

Words of encouragement and slaps to your ass filled the air as you worked yourself on his dick, pussy fluttering around nothing and asshole clamping down on him as you cried out like a whore, ass filled with his cock and your dark hair tangled in his hands. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.” 

He bucked hard against you, sturdy thighs clapping loudly against the back of yours with each thrust. Your body swayed with his movements and his teeth landed on your shoulder as he fucked you raw and nasty, fingers toying with your clit to make sure you kept on cumming the rest of the night through.