#hellboy fics

When your boyfriend said he had a sexy romantic date planned… this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.

Not that it’s unwelcome, of course, but you honestly didn’t think it would ever happen.

But seeing now that it could be had you pressing your thighs together under your shared table. Red smiled smugly at you, hand on your leg.

“Did good, didn’t I?” He drawled, leaning in for a kiss.

You couldn’t suppress your nervous giggles. “Yes, I can’t believe you actually got us a room here,” Glancing around the large room only made your face flush more.

In no uncertain words, Red found an underground monster sex club. Hidden under several charms and a run down market, stood an ancient brick building. And inside said building held a well maintained bar, warm red, blue and purple lights and everything a kinky girl like you could ever dream for.

Several monsters (and some humans) were spread about doing all sorts of kinky things. Some were tied to Saint Andrew Crosses, some being whipped at the front of the room, and others were just kissing and shoving their hands down their partners pants.

It was fucking hot.

“How much longer till our reservation?” You ask, sipping on your mocktail. You did not want to be drunk for this. You were going to remember and feel everything.

Red laughed, squeezing your leg. “11:30 and that’s the fifth time you’ve asked,”

You shrugged. “God forbid a girl be excited,”

“There’s a difference between excitement and impatience,” He chided playfully.

“Oh yeah?” You lean forward, putting your elbow on the table, pushing up your cleavage in your low cut dress. You rest your chin on your hand. “What is it?”

Red leaned forward, whispering, his breath fanning across your heated face. “One will get you rewarded, and the other… punished,” His hand rubbed the inside of your thigh, which was thankfully bare from your short dress.

“You promise?” You bit your lip and batted your lashes at him. “‘Cause I’d hate to get excited for nothing,”

His eyes hardened, a low growl playing on his lips. He stood abruptly, taking your hand and pulling you through the crowd. No one batted an eye at you as he all but dragged you to the back stairs.

“Up,” He commanded, patting your ass to get you to move. You swayed your ass on each step, knowing it was right in his face. At the landing, he resumed the lead and pulled you to a far room with the number 69 written in the wood.

“Ha,” You snorted.

“Thank Gods,” Red sighed, taking a key from a small hook beside the door. He slid it in and unlocked it. The door opened to a wide room with no windows, and candles everywhere. A giant canopy bed sat at the very back wall, covered in soft silk red sheets. And there were other various kinky items about too.

He closed the door and locked it, setting the key on a matching hook on the wall. He turned to you, still having that evil glint in his eyes. You knew this dynamic well, and given your response could go one of two ways.

You put your hands on your hips. “Well, you just gonna stand there like an idiot or are you going to fuck me already?”

His eyes flared, flames briefly spewing from his horns, leaving a trail of smoke to the ceiling. He stormed up to you, towering over your form. He leaned in, moving away when you moved in for a kiss.

“What’s your safe word?” He asked softly.

You placed a hand on his bare chest. “Fire,”

He grinned, his fangs showing. His hands shot out and grabbed your hips, groping your ass and thighs. “Good, I’m not gonna be gentle with ya, babydoll,”

“Didn’t want you to-” Your words are cut off from him slamming his lips to yours. His skin is hot to the touch as you run yours hands over his exposed chest. He’s all hard line and intricate details, you grip him hard, biting his bottom lip.

“Alright,” Tossing you over his shoulder he drags you over to the side of the room where a spanking bench sits. Your thighs get slick and you’re surprised your panties haven’t slipped down yet.

He sets you down and spins you away from him, he pushes on your back to bend you over the padded bench. He reaches down and takes your kitten heels off, setting them off to the side. He helps you set your knees on the bench stirrups, letting you melt into the soft black leather.

“Is that comfortable?” He asks, running his hands over your back.

You nod as much as you can with your face pressed into the bench. “Yes, I’m good,”

“Good,” He massages your shoulders, trailing his hand down your spine, sending shivers through your body. He rounds the curve of your ass, trailing his finger down to grip the edge of your dress.

You tilt your hips up to help him, breathing heavy. He pulls your short black cocktail dress up and over your hips, exposing your red thong.

“Damn, you’re sexy,” He gropes your ass, pinching and pulling at the skin, getting you used to the contact. He set his stone hand on the small of your back, pressing you into the bench, his other hand rubbed your ass cheeks, getting them warmed up.

You can’t help the breathless giggle that sneaks past your lips. You’re really doing this. His hand comes down, albeit soft, on your ass.

“You think this is for fun? This is your punishment for rushing me, I had the whole night planned,”

“Oh yeah?” You meet his eyes, shaking your ass in a taunt. “You planned our sex down to the minutes?”

Another soft slap on the other cheek. You inhaled sharply. “I was going to get us drinks, maybe some food then whisk you away and ravish you,” He spreads your ass cheeks and bites into the soft flesh. You moan and squirm, hands gripping the leather. “But now I have to spank your bratty ass for rushing me,”

You open your mouth to respond, but his hand clapping your ass stops you. “And you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl or you don’t get this tonight,” He thrusts his hard, clothed cock against your thigh and your eyes roll back into your head. “You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” You both chuckle at the fake name.

He returns his focus onto your ass, his hand lifts and you hold your breath. His hand smacks down onto your skin, harder than before but not nearly as hard as he could go. You moan at the touch.

He spanks you again, and again in the same meaty part of your ass before rubbing the hot skin. He moves to the other cheek, doing the same three spanks. You moan and pant against the leather, sweat dripping down your neck. The edge of the bench is just barely pressing on your mound, leaving your clit swollen and untouched.

He pauses, removing his hand from your skin. You sigh, breathing in deeply through your nose. His hand spanks you harder this time, and he quickly goes back and forth from each cheek, making you moan and squirm beneath him.

Your skin is red and sweaty, but gods are you turned on. Your skin tingles and you moan when he runs his hands over your skin.

Again and again, he gives you small breaks before spanking you harder and harder until tears are streaming down your face and you’re crying out after every hit.

Panting heavily, he reaches between your legs and starts rubbing at your soaked pussy. “Damn, you really liked that, baby,”

You moan, pushing back to meet his hand. “Yes, fuck, I’m so horny, baby I need you,”

He smirked down at you, smacking your ass again. “Yeah, you need me in this needy pussy?”

You nod. “I want you to spank me while you fuck me,”

He chuckles, whipping off his belt, sending it clattering to the floor and shucking his pants down his legs and kicking them off. Nudging your legs further apart you moan at the feeling of his cock spearing through your soaked cunt.

“Oh, please, Hb, I need it,” You rock back, but his stone hands pressed you down and unable to move. You moaned softly, licking your dry lips.

“Deep breath in,” He massaged your hip and sore ass. You did as he said, filling your chest full of air. “Deep breath out,” He pushed inside you as you exhaled, making it shaky and end in a long moan. You were soaked and he slid all the way home.

“Damn,” He panted, pressing his thighs flush to yours, giving you a minute to adjust. He palm lifted then smacked your ass. Your moan turned into a gasp as he started to move. Clearly as turned on as you, his thrusts were hard, fast and, deep. And accompanied with the spanks he was still giving your, now sore, ass, you were already riding the high of an oncoming orgasm.

“Oh, Gods-”

“Yeah, that feel good, baby doll?” He grunted, sweat dripping off his warm skin. You nodded and moaned, fingers gripping the leather beneath you so hard you weren’t sure how it didn’t rip. “Fuck!” He groaned when you clenched around him, a tell-tale sign of your oncoming release.

Leaning over you slightly, his hand snaked between your bodies, you moaned at his hot fingers found your soaked pussy. “Shit, you’re wet, baby,”

Desperate to cum you started rocking your hips into his hand, it made his cock hit your g-spot, making stars flash behind your eyes. He took your clit in between his middle and ring finger and pinched them together. You squealed, humping him harder.

“That’s it, baby doll, that’s it,” He groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. His stone hand lifted and smack your ass. The force of the strike pushed you over the edge sending you screaming and crying into the leather. You bucked and moaned against him, and you vaguely heard him swear before pumping himself deep inside you.

You fell limp on the bench, coated in sweat and tears with shaky legs. Hellboy leaned over you, still inside you, and pressed kisses to your shoulders and neck.

“Good girl, you did so good, baby doll,” You smiled into the leather, your eyes drifting to the digital clock on a small dresser across the room.

You turned to meet his eyes, seeing the same happy, dazed expression. “And we still have all night,”