#hellboy smut

Your phone buzzes again.

You don’t even reach for it this time.

You already know the name lighting up the screen your ex, trying for the tenth time today to drag you back into something dead and buried.

But the sound isn’t what makes the room go cold.

It’s him.

Your demon boyfriend stands perfectly still, arms crossed over his chest, illusion flickering like candlelight. Under the human skin he wears, something ancient is stirring. His gaze is fixed on your phone with an expression that would make mortals run.

“Persistent,” he says, each syllable smooth and razor‑sharp.

“Mortals are always persistent when something precious slips out of their hands.”

He lifts his head slowly, locking his dark, glowing stare onto you. That heat, that hunger it isn’t anger. It’s something deeper. Something territorial.

“Tell me,” he murmurs, voice lowering. “Do you want him to keep imagining he has a chance?”

You scoff. “Of course not.”

He moves.

Not fast, but deliberate every step calculated, every inch of space he closes charged with heat. His fingers touch your jaw, slow and possessive.

“He thinks he still knows you,” he whispers. “He thinks he can call you back.”

His thumb strokes your cheek, his illusion rippling again, letting the faint red flare of his true self leak through.

“And maybe,” he adds, eyes narrowing, “he needs a demonstration of why he won’t get you back.”

Before you can respond, he reaches past you smooth, confident and grabs your camera off the shelf.

The shift in his expression is subtle but devastating.

A crooked, sinful smile curves his lips.

“Oh, don’t look so startled,” he teases, tilting the camera in his hand. “I would never force you. I would only show him what he can never be.”

His voice dips into a growl.

“What he lost. What’s mine.”

He steps behind you, his hand sliding to your hip, the warmth of his body pressing close enough to melt bone. His breath ghosts over your neck.

“Maybe we should show him,” he whispers, darkly amused, “why you’re not going back.”

The camera lens glints as he lifts it.

“Just a hint,” he murmurs. “Just enough that he understands you’ve moved on… with someone he could never compete with.”

His lips brush your ear barely, but enough to ignite your pulse.

“Say the word,” he breathes.

“And I’ll make sure he never texts you again.”

You hesitate for an instant, considering the many potential consequences, but then you decide, "Fuck it, why not?" In any case, you're already doomed to hell.

“Let's fucking do it.”

“Right there.” “You better not look away from the lens.” His voice was a low growl, a vibration against the shell of your ear that was more felt than heard.

Your gasp echoed in the quiet room, fingers scrambling for purchase on the silk sheets as he moved behind you, all relentless, possessive power. The cold, unblinking eye of the camera watches it all, recording every shiver, every sharp intake of your breath.

It had started minutes or was it an eternity? ago.

The moment you said yes, the atmosphere in the room shifted. It didn’t just get heavier; it became alive, charged with a static that prickled over your skin. His human glamour dissolved not with a bang, but a shimmering sigh, revealing the magnificent, terrifying truth of him. His ghostly skin is smooth like polished stone, radiating the heat of a furnace. The elegant, dangerous curve of your black horns. Your eyes glow with the fire of some distant, infernal star.

He’d set the camera on the dresser with a deliberate click, its red recording light a single, accusing eye.

“A demonstration,” he purred, stalking toward you. “So he sees precisely what he lost. ” What belongs to me now?

His hands, now tipped with claws that you kept carefully sheathed, found the hem of your shirt. He didn’t tear it. The act feels even more devastating with its slow, deliberate control. He pulled over your head, his molten gaze drinking in the sight of your flushed skin, the rapid beat of your heart at the base of your throat. His thumb stroked over the frantic pulse point. A possessive claim.

Then his mouth was on yours, a searing brand of ownership. This wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was victory. His tongue claims the inside of your mouth with a primal ferocity that leaves me dizzy, your head spinning with the scent of him—smoke and amber and something deeply, fundamentally other. You can only moan, your body arching into his, already surrendering to the inevitable tide of him.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us for a breathtaking second before it snapped. His glowing eyes flicked to the camera, then back to me, a dark, thrilling promise in their depths.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his tone allowing for no response other than compliance. “Turn around.” Confront your audience.

And that’s how you ended up here, bent over the edge of the bed, your back pressed against the solid, scorching heat of his chest. The camera captured everything: the flex of his claw-tipped hands on your hips, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, and your lips parted in a silent cry.

One hand slides around your front, dipping low, fingers skilled and knowing as they find the apex of your thighs. “You are already soaked and aching.” He chuckles, the sound a dark rumble you feel deep in your bones.

“You’re so eager for me,” he murmured, his voice pitched for the microphone, for him to hear. “So responsive.” Did he ever make you feel this way? Make you this wet and desperate, just from a touch?

His fingers begin to move, creating a slow, torturous circle that makes your entire body clench. You shake your head, a ragged “No,” tearing from your throat.

“No,” he agreed, your voice dropping to an intimate, vicious whisper. “ He couldn’t.” He’s only human after all.

With that, he positioned himself. You feel the blunt, searing-hot pressure at your entrance, a promise of being utterly filled. He held himself there, teasing, letting the camera see the way your body trembled in anticipation.

“Look at it,” he growled in your ear. “Watch how well you take me.” See how perfectly you are crafted for this. For you.

And then he thrust. Neither slow nor gentle. It was a single, devastating motion that buried him to the base, tearing a scream from your lungs that was half pain, half blinding pleasure. The stretch feels immense, overwhelming, a perfect, brutal fullness that shatters every coherent thought. Your vision whited out at the edges.

He didn’t get a second to adjust. He set a punishing, relentless rhythm as each powerful drive of his hips slammed you forward, your fingers clutching at the sheets for an anchor that doesn’t exist. The sound is obscene, wet and slapping, echoing in the room, undoubtedly captured in crisp, high-definition audio.

“Yes,” you hear yourself sob, the word mangled and broken. The initial shock has faded into a whirlwind of pure, unfiltered sensation for you. Your every nerve ending is on fire, singing a chorus tuned to his movements.

His claws pricked gently at your hips, not breaking skin but branding you with the threat of it, a reminder of the raw power he was barely containing. His other hand slipped around to your front again, finding your clit, and the dual assault was too much. Pleasure, sharp and coiling, began to build at your core, a storm he was expertly conjuring.

“That’s it,” he rasps, your own breath starting to come in ragged pulls. “Let it all out.” Let him watch as you cum on my cock. Let him see what he’ll never have again.

He shifted your angle, and stars exploded behind your eyelids. There. Right there. His pace becomes even more frantic, more animalistic. The bed rocks against the wall with every thrust, a rhythmic beat underscoring your ragged breathing and your helpless, keening cries.

You are hurtling toward the edge, pleasure coiling you so tight you think you might break. His grip tightens around me, your growls growing more guttural, more demonic. He was close, too. You can feel the heat radiating from him, intensifying as the scent of ozone and power fills the air.

“Look at the camera,” he commanded, his voice harsh and grating. “Gaze at it and call out my name while you cum.”

Your eyes, heavy-lidded and unfocused, struggle to obey. You found the little red light, a tiny inferno in the dim room. You held its gaze as the coil inside you snapped.

“Now!” him roar.

The orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming. Your body seized around him, a series of convulsions that milked his cock, and you screamed his name, the sound raw and torn from the deepest part of you. This was your final cue for your own release. With a sound that was less a moan and more a tectonic shift, you feel him bury himself deep, his heat flooding into you as his body shudders against your back, his own climax a forceful, claiming tide.

For a long moment, you could only hear the sound of your harsh, panting breaths. You see the room come back into focus.

Slowly, he lean forward, his spent body resting against my back. He reach out a trembling hand, the red light on the camera blinking off.

You feel his lips brush against your sweat-dampened ear, his voice a satisfied, dark promise.

“Let’s see him text you after that.”

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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,”

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With his cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

"You said you were ok with it! you knew what I did for work before we got together Red. Why the hell is it a problem now?" You slammed open the door to your dressing room as he followed behind you into the room.

Red had just recently got back from a mission and had come to see you at the club you worked as a dancer at. Something he always did when he got back except this time he had a stick up his ass.

"Well yeah things change toots, Especially when I show up and see all these other men drooling over you" You rolled your eyes.

"Red I tell you all the time, those guys don't matter. I just need their money you're the only one that matters to me" You understood he was jealous but you didn't understand what his issue was.

You watched as he huffed some more and briefly paced the room before sitting on the old faux leather couch you had put in the corner specifically for him to come and visit you at the club. You went and sat next to him, forgetting that you had come back to your dressing room to changed out of your skimpy attire and into street clothes.

"What's wrong red? I can't fix anything if you don't talk to me" You ran your hand up and down his arm trying to coax him to talk.

"All those men out there that aren't well ya know" He said softly

"They aren't want honey?"

"They aren't like me, their normal" He said. You're heart broke.

"Baby, You are normal, You're my normal. You're everything I could've ever hoped to find in a man. I don't care about all those rich dicks out there. The only man in the entire world I care about is you."

You watched as Hellboy processed your words, His face not giving anything away quite yet as he thought for a moment. Your eyes met his and you offered him a smile he couldn't help but to grin himself before looking away bashfully.

"You mean it?" He asked almost a playful tone to his voice.

"Of course I do. I fucking love you, plus no one can handle me like you can baby" You moved into his laps running your hands up and down his chest as you lost yourself into his eyes.

"Hey I'm sorry baby I uh, I guess I just got into my own head again" He told you, wrapping his giant arms around your waist.

"It's ok my love, I understand" You told him, pressing kisses to his face then his lips.

Your arms went around his neck as he took over the kiss. You pulled away a bit so he could fully take in your outfit choice for the night, It was a barley there number with accents in a particular color that resembled your demon boyfriend.

"Do you like my outfit baby?" You asked him playfully. He grinned.

"Course I do, red looks real good on you ya know" You both laughed.

"Ya know I'm kinda partial to red myself" His hands moved up to the zipper in the back of the outfit to take it off of you.

"Really? and why's that?"

"I don't know honestly, I've just always really liked it" He moved the fabric down your body as you started running your hands down his again.

He let the fabric drop to the floor when he finally had it completely off you, His hands made their way back to your waist working their way up to your chest as he slid his fingers over your nipples as he took in your bare form. It wasn't anything new to him obviously but he always liked to take you in like a fine art painting that he was seeing for the first time.

"You know Red I'm feeling a bit underdressed here" You said nodding to the fact that he was still fully clothed. He smirked at you and allowed you to work his shirt over his head before unbuckling his pants.

Once his pants were down, His cock sprang free smacking against his stomach. Precum already leaking out of the top of it before you had even touched anything.

You took his cock into your hand giving it a few strokes before guiding it to your entrance. He pushed into you slowly as always giving you time to adjust to his size as obviously his dick much like everything else about him is huge. Once you had adjusted to his size you gave him the go ahead by beginning to slowly bounce up and down.

He chucked at your eagerness before thrusting hard up into you before you could come back down on top of him. You gasped at the feeling of him all the way inside you, you reveled in how full he always made you feel. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you stopped for a minute just to feel him completely.

Hellboy made no move to continue to thrust so you could tell he liked the feeling of being inside you too. You put your hands behind your legs onto to his knees allowing yourself to lean back for a new angle.

"Red please, Fuck me" You pleaded breathlessly.

"What good manners you have for daddy huh?" He teased before fulfilling exactly what you wanted.

You could feel as your mixing juices were sliding down your thighs making both your laps a mess. The only sound echoing through the room other then your moans and his grunts was the slapping of skin on skin as he fucked up into you making a mess of the both of you.

He brought a giant hand up to gently wrap it around your neck. Using this as leverage he began slamming you onto his cock by your neck, his other hand holding you behind your back to keep you steady.

"Red I- I can't It's, It's" You gasped out grabbing at his chest, He made no move to stop though.

"Nah Baby, I know you can take it and you're going to take it" He commanded.

Your legs fell even more open, if that was even possible, at his words and the only words able to come from your mouth after that were incoherent mumbles in-between your moans.

You felt your walls begin to tighten as he leaned over to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving love bites as he went to further mark you as his. Suddenly here your orgasm was, You cried out as you could feel yourself wrap around his cock as he also came inside you. Your juices mixing together and making an even bigger mess.

Once you both had came he took you gently off his lap and laid you on the couch next to him as you both caught your breath.

"Hey baby you with me?" He asked, taking a cigar out of his discarded coat pocket and lighting it before taking a hand and gently rubbing your back. Wary of your ability to speak your nodded at him and he smiled.

"I'm fine Red, You just wear me out" You gave a soft laugh.

"You think your gonna be ok to walk out of here back to the apartment?" He asked, but something told you he already knew the answer.

"Probably not, You gonna be up to carry me?" You asked, knowing full well nothing stroked his ego more then having to carry you after he fucked you.

"Babydoll nothing would bring me more pleasure then carrying my baby home" Your eyes met his as you both grinned at each other like love sick fools.

With that, your mind goes wild; It’s full of thoughts of him being more stern with you, suggesting that he should leave some marks for you to cover up, maybe putting you in your place so you don’t dare distract him during the next meeting, maybe making it so you are the one that has to hold in your moans this time around, the list goes on and on..

And finally, finally, when the meeting is adjourned, you happily stand and bid the team good evening, walking off down the halls back to your living space, not knowing that you’re in for a long night ahead..

You unwind a little bit, not thinking too much about how badly you teased him. The thought of apologizing for your misbehaviour crosses your mind, and you decide to pay your partner a visit in the library before you turn in for the night. He did furiously avoid your gaze as he left the meeting room, and only nodded politely and agreeably when  you said you’d see him later.

As usual, you knock lightly on the door before entering, and you’re surprised to not see him anywhere. “Abe..?” You call out, walking in slowly, ducking your head between the aisles and shelves to look for him. He’s clearly not in his tank, but you don’t see him anywhere else.

Suddenly, the record player starts up, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh, I was looking for you—OH!” Your brief moment of calm is interrupted by a cold, firm grip around your wrist, as you’re pressed up against the book shelf by none other than your sweet and loving partner.

“What had gotten into you during the debrief? Were you possessed or something?” He starts, incredulously. A jumbled reply falls from your lips, but you’re still in a bit of shock to defend yourself at this point. You manage to stutter a meek, “I’m sorry?” but that’s followed by a sharp gasp as you feel his hands running down your back and groping at your ass, with the other gripping your chin and turning your head to face him.

“I’m afraid that’s not adequate reasoning for such unprofessional behaviour, my dear,” he blinks at you, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he brushes against your sensitive spots harshly. That’s when you realize he’s definitely going to make you regret asking him to be rough with you (he couldn’t if he tried, but anyway…)

"If you're going to act like such a.. brat," he bites down hard at the junction of your neck, and pulls away as you squeal. “Oh?” He would have an eyebrow raised if he had eyebrows, but the tone of his voice says it all. “Going to make a fuss now that I’m testing your bold claims, love?” He frowns, almost mockingly. You feel the heat building in your face, and you fumble your words as you try to explain that you were just messing with him. This doesn’t stop him from shaking his head and pressing you back up against the wall, littering your neck and shoulders with bites and sucking harshly at the surface wounds, licking and lapping at your hot flesh while you squirm and slap a hand over your lips to quiet your sounds.

He will catch on and replace your hand with his, and every delicious little mewl he draws from you reverberates right into his palm, and it nearly sends him into a frenzy. He uses his lanky frame to his advantage as he turns you around and presses himself up against you. “You know well enough what you do to me,” he mumbles, rubbing you through your shorts as one hand brushes up under your shirt to grope at your chest and pinch at your nipples, “and to abuse that power.. oh, your heart is racing,” he notes, almost with a hint of amusement in his tone, as he roughly pulls your shorts down just enough to swipe a finger across your warmth. “and.. so wet, huh?”

He grips your shoulder and forces you to bend over for him as he wets and slips a digit or two inside of you, curling it to brush against your sweet spot. “I guess the feeling is mutual, hm?” He teases as he fingerfucks you while you grip the edge of the bookshelf, biting down on your lip as you struggle to contain your noises.

“Ah ah ah, keep it down.. in the library,” he leans over just to whisper that in your ear, mock scolding you and lifting your shirt up to slip the hem of it between your teeth, punctuating his comment with a soft bite to your earlobe and chuckling when you whine and try to pull away. You’re just showing him how fun you are to play with, and it unlocks a new fascination within him.

You get to decide just how many orgasms he chooses to wring out of you until he deems it appropriate to push your shoulders down and listen to your sweet garbled and muffled begging while he rails you from behind, a few fallen magazines being pushed aside as you shake under him like a thoroughly fucked out mess. It was mind-blowing, simply put.

How do you feel about tasting the mix of you two together? If you’re open to it, and he’s feeling extra offended by what you thought of during the meeting, I hope you enjoy getting held down and facefucked by your darling fishman while he coos and shushes you and praises you for taking it so well. He runs out of degrading words really quickly, actually, and can only continue to praise you because he knows that you’re enjoying the rough treatment, and he thinks it’s incredibly sexy to use you like this. You end up literally covered in his cum, with it leaking out of you and painting your face and chest and lower stomach and back, because he was.. pent up, so to speak, and he feels so guilty after he’s done with you.

“Oh dear.. oh my goodness, are you okay?” He finally asks, full of worry and chest heaving from exertion as he fusses over your limp form. You nod weakly with a content smile, stifling a giggle, your nose scrunching happily as you bask in your afterglow. He's so gentle with you afterwards, apologizing for fear of taking it too far, but you reassure him that you had a great time, despite your protests.

It isn’t until a few hours later (post bath and diligent aftercare, ofc) that you realize you’re sore in places you’ve never been sore before, and he may have bitten harder than he thought in some spots. Needless to say, you refused to pull anything at the next meeting because you were too busy feeling sorry for your poor bruised and bandaged self. It was totally worth it, though.