#hellboy x reader insert

He rolled against you, hips snug against your own and deeply buried in the warmest parts of you.

Hellboy’s mouth connected with yours, hot and needy as he thrusted into you. A groan found it’s way into your mouth as your nails ran up the sides of his body. The act itself had him heated, groaning with each thrust of his hips. Those lips of his travelled down your chin to your throat and bit down enough to make you squirm.

Your hips raised, enjoying the way Hellboy cupped your breasts and pushed them together between his face. He had to inhale naturally, obsessed with the mix between your sweat and perfume, he could never truly get enough.

A guttural groan was muffled against your soft warm skin as those golden eyes found yours. His teeth sank again on the plushness of your breast, sucking a bruise to the side of your mound. Your hand gripped his biceps, slipping towards his forearm to find his hand. You clasped yours with his left hand just as his lips went in for another breathtaking kiss. He held your hand, privy to his weight falling somewhat more on you but you didn’t seem to care, the pressure was welcomed, he was always welcomed.

Another hard but slow thrust made you whimper and grip his hand, soft little moans against his lips that only seem to push him further, made his insides twist with glee and lust. He stole a brief kiss to the hand he was gripping before he continued to thrust.

Often times a bed was never an option when it came to Hellboy. Rest only came when a mission was done and he was back at the base, even then that lasted a total of 24hrs.

This latest job brought him and his partner (still and odd word to use for him) to the sweet but small home of a Russian old woman. It was a modest little village, filled with trolls.

She had insisted the he should rest up, after such a long trip, interviewing countless villagers about the sightings (man his Russian was rusty) but so far there wasn’t any sightings. You had done your part, being the brains of the operation and the expert on these freaks.

A bed sounded wonderful.

But there was one.

Two people. One bed.

He was going to insist but you had shot him down before the words formed. Settling onto the old mattress and patting a side for him to come and sit at the very least. Boots kicked off and belts removed it was all he could muster for the sake of modesty. You had opted for the same but more for the sake of not freezing to death. Settled and nervous, the sounds of a fireplace and the wind outside were the only music for the two of you.

Hellboy wanted to be vigilant, he offered you a go at sleep while he’d remain awake in case anything decided to show up.

He really hadn’t meant to watch you.

See how your knitted brow settled into peace, the even steady breaths you took, the way your lips parted…

It was a painful need to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear but who was he to do such an intimate act?

It was painful to harbor feelings for somebody he knew he could never obtain…

A shiver ran through you, evident in how you tried to hold yourself for warmth. His fingers fell on your shoulder to stir you awake as gently as he could.

“Hey, kid” Came his soft voice, it could’ve been so easily lost in the fog of your sleepy brain. He watched your eyes struggle but once they opened and the cold couldn’t be ignored, he had to offer. Hellboy lifted his left arm and patted his side with the stone one. “Best space heater in town” He has joked with just the faintest hint of embarrassment in his voice, but you it did little to stop you.

Sliding closer to his side, resting your head on the hard ridge of muscle that was just his body, your sigh was of instant relief. “God damn, Red you aren’t kidding” Warmth, heat, however you wish to call it, naturally surrounded him and by it, you as well. You snuggled, shamelessly you snuggled up like he was an old lover.

It’s not to say the thought hadn’t crossed your mind.

It was a complicated debate in your heart.

If only you know that it was for him as well.

“Freezing to death while waiting for trolls to attack isn’t the obituary I want” You felt the rumble of his laugh, muffled since it was late, against your cheek. “I don’t think anybody wants to go like that, don’t blame you, but you looked like an icicle” You smiled against the scratchy material of his sweater, instinct made your hand rest on his chest, the beating of his heart soothing your.

“Thanks for the assist,” You smiled against him, the gentle hesitation of his hand on your back enough to make you guide it more properly around you. Peaking a glance upwards you saw those usual stress lines relaxed, a lazy smile on his face as he rested but remained vigilant.

“Red?”

“Yeah?”

You chewed up your words, made sure the taste of it was there.

“Can we allow ourselves the luxury of a fifteen minute nap? You and me?” Your words felt small but by the way he held you against him, a delicate placement of his stone hand on top of yours.

“Yeah, I think we can…besides this would be a good way to go, in bed with a beautiful woman” His eyes closed with a smile, felt you vibrate or shiver a chuckle out. “Feelings mutual big guy”

You were blaming France for this particular mood.

And how could you not? Paris was in fact the city of love, no? So what if you were there on B.P.R.D orders to hunt god knows what. Hellboy was with you and the little village like place the two of you had been shacked up in just got the mood flowing.

When the plane had landed here you hadn’t missed the irony of the geographical position you were in. Some do folder intern had voiced it in jest, an American werewolf in Paris. Hellboy being well Hellboy, had quite wittily reminded the young man if he happened to know how that one goes, before shooting him a telling glance. That had been the end of the so called jest.

The monster sightings had been hard to track or simply to lure out, so with Alice and Liz in tow the three of you had opted for a little sight seeing under the guise of getting to know the locals and getting the 4–1-1 on this whole situation. The local shops were quaint and spoke of the little towns history but speaking from shop keeper to shop keeper had proven unyielding. One of the places you had entered had a small row of very dainty and handmade lingerie.

Well, you did have a very handsome half demon waiting for you. There was no sense in not getting something the two of you could enjoy. There was a nice lacy black number, mostly see through, extremely fragile looking, yup this would do.

Evening had fallen when you had returned with the girls, bidding them a goodbye and completely not missing the wink Alice shot you, you set up to get ready.

To say you wouldn’t ravish yourself while wearing this would be a complete and utter lie. The straps that crias crossed around your stomach, the lace underwear it connected with, the flimsy bra holding your breast. There was simply no way this would survive maybe more than three minutes, four minutes tops. You sat on the windowsill admiring how beautiful a sunset looked here, in your contemplations you heard the doorknob move and heavy foot falls.

“Hey babe, any luck wi-“ Hellboy could be rendered speechless with the right moves but a full stop? A full moment to just stand and drag his golden orbs over flesh and straps and lace?

Okay two minutes tops.

“How was your day?” You turned, making quite the show of crossing your legs, making the fabric tighten. Hellboy’s gaze followed your legs and everything he could envision doing bombarded his brain in seconds.

“Fuck my day, my night just got a million times better” He shrugged off his heavy coat and casted it aside, his steps were halted when you shook your finger at him. “Over in the bed please, sit” Oh you were calling shots? Night officially the best. He did just that, letting his heavy frame to sit on the edge of the bed, he took the moment to kick off his boots and socks. You sauntered over towards him and the full view only made him swallow. In front of him, hands on his broad shoulders, you leaned down enough to make sure your breast were close to his eye sight and whispered.

“You wanna see my version of an American werewolf in Paris?” You grinned when Hellboy licked his lips and flesh and stone landed on your hips. “I would like that” He whispered back to you, lust evident in his tone.

You only felt about a third of the way bad for whoever happened to be your neighbor.

But another chunk (a much bigger chunk) did not fucking care.

True to your predictions, your new lingerie clung to your body in broken ribbons. Your breast were out, one of the criss cross straps around your stomach had survived but hole Hellboy had torn on the underwear had them basically useless.

You weren’t helping either, nails dug onto his chest as you rode him with every intention of devouring him (poor choice of words). You felt stone and flesh grip your hips, aiding you in the rhythm of you thrusted down onto him. Hellboy grunted, each slap of skin only urging him forward to claim what was his. “Fuck baby, you look-fucking perfect” He smirked when a particular raise of his hips made your eyes roll back. His size and girth in this position always managed to make you push for him. His flesh hand landed a rather harsh pop to your rear, it made your open your eyes as your mouth hung in desire.

“I just can’t help myself when you look like that” He grunted out the words, raining down a few more smacks to your rear and delighting when the last few made you moan and hiss. Time had broken him out of his concerns of hurting you, even after finding out what you were, he still had his reservations. But you had delighted in showing him just how much you could take when it came to his strength.

Placing your palms more firmly on his chest, feeling the muscles there, you set about riding him to a bruising pace. The bed shook, headboard smacked and you really could care less about whoever your neighbor was. Your mind only wanted two things, the demon below you and his cock.

“Ah fuck!” You felt the way his stone right hand culled your rear as the other gripped an ass check for leverage, he used that to ram you down onto his stiff length over and over until you felt that he was the one controlling your movements. “That’s it baby, that’s it, bounce on it” Hellboy groaned lowly as he used you, and god did you love being used by him. You felt his tail snake across your reddened cheeks, the sensation making your toes curl as that familiar precipice approached. That sneaky tail prodded your other hole, just enough pressure that made you shook with desire. While the two of you had never discuss activities of that nature, you had quickly found out you liked feeling a little something there. It made the release even stronger.

Speaking of which.

It hit you and boy did it hit you. Off guard, off balanced and hard enough to make you stiffen above him with a lengthy longing moan. Hellboy held you, helped you ride that wave to its final shuddering splash. Feeling him keep hold of you, slamming you down onto him with enough force the bed made another protesting sound. Hellboy found his own release just like that, with a low guttural groan that had his hips raised and shooting into you. The five of each rope making your thighs spasm.

You collapsed atop of him, breathing fast and hard much as he was. The force of it had the two of you in slow motion but for now, you cared little for the after.

Right now all you wanted to do was lay above him, tail running down the back of your rear lazily.

The best description is a hangover. A clouded brain and an ache that covers just about every inch of you. The full moon had come and gone roughly 48hrs ago and yet that buzzing in your veins remained. You stretch on the comfortable bed, bones satisfyingly cracking. You always felt particularly different in the mornings after a full moon, the animal state is there albeit fighting against the logical human side.

Nothing your boyfriend can’t balance out, with a good fuck nonetheless.

But when you reach out and find an empty spot next to you, you frown but the sound of water quickly alerts you to where he’s at. He must’ve headed out for an early workout, that sweetheart didn’t want to disturb your rest and had sneaked out probably. You don’t bother with clothes, opting to get up in all your naked glory to make the quick trek to his massive shower and simply enjoy the view.

Leaning against the bathroom sink you brush your teeth and admire Hellboy. Often times you found yourself touching him, not just sexually but because the feel of him could ground you so easily. A strong arm around your waist, a rough hand disappearing into your hair to give a gentle tug. Golden eyes lost to yourself, his love was palpable and all too real.

His tail swished lightly and you followed it, strong legs quickly getting your mind into a whirlwind of not so innocent thoughts. The voice in the back of your head, the animalistic one that demanded to ‘kill kill’ now simply echoed ‘fuck fuck’.

You bit your lip, felt too warm even with the hot shower steaming the glass. Images of Hellboy taking you, claiming you in only the way he could, bombarded your mind in so many scandalous imagery. The source of your desires lay just below his waist, each river of water cascading down his chiseled body. You weren’t aware how hard you were biting into your toothbrush until your jaw protested.

Hellboy’s gaze fell on yours, a grin forming on his handsome features.

“Instead of staring you could join me” He ran a hand through his wet locks, casting them aside to have a better view of your eyes eating him up.

Well, he did invite you.

Spitting out toothpaste you did just that, join him in the hot steaming shower and quickly latch onto his warm wet body. He smelled so good, felt just right, you couldn’t help but rub yourself against in heated desire. Lips quickly at his neck, the vibration of his chuckle tickling your lips. “Missed me?” You felt stone run down your hip, how can something so rough feel so good on your skin?

“Woke up with this terrible just awful need to ride you but you abandoned me” You sucked a bruise onto his neck, enjoying his stone fingers flexing against your rear. “Figured you were still beat from your full moon escapades, didn’t wanna push it” He dug his unoccupied hand into your locks and pulled back enough to ghost his lips against yours. Oh he liked to tease, knowing full well the dangers that would arise.

“You trying to make me beg?” You whispered against his lips, he shook his head lightly. “Nah, just like seeing you so hot and bothered for me” He finally, albeit happily, kissed you. You wanted to feel embarrassed how deeply you moaned into such a soft kiss but you had woken up ready to go.

Hellboy didn’t miss a beat, quickly deepening the kiss and giving your hair a nice little firm tug. That in itself caused you to bite down on his bottom lip, pulling a low grunt from him. He quickly backed you up against the tiles, the moment you grinned against him he buckled. Leaning down he fondled one of your breast, lips catching a nipple which he sucked wantonly. You felt that drunkness take over your brain, cloud over anything that wasn’t your demand for release. “Fuck, come on, need you” You arched your body against him, nethers throbbing and body heated. The sensation could become so overwhelming, a desire to be fucked like an animal.

You bit your lip, grinning so hard you couldn’t help it. Heat spread all over your body, travelled to every spot and piece of flesh you craved for him to kiss, touch and bite. Hellboy’s teeth reacquainted themselves with a spot on your breast, sucking a large bruise onto it. Drops of warm water hit you as you craned your neck with pleasure. Opening your mouth you caught a few of the drops on your tongue, a salacious image Hellboy did not miss out on.

“Need me bad?” He kissed the question up your chest. You nodded, resting a hand against his cheek. “Fuck me, fuck this feeling out of my system, Red” You spoke breathlessly, eyes shutting just lost to the sensations around you. You felt Hellboy carefully place his horned forehead against your own, a satisfied smile almost taunting you.

“Anything you wish” He kissed you one more time and then moved you. Turning you to face the glass doors of the showers, the contrasting cool made your nipples harden. Hellboy spread your legs, a firm grab of your rear telling you to stick it out better for him. Gripping the flesh with his left hand he groaned at the price that awaited him. “Like an animal, yeh?” His words were whispered at your ear, that along produced a shiver from your body. Oh curse him for knowing and reading your need so well. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done just that in the past 48hrs with you.

Your palms rested against the glass, they slid just as he slapped his hard length against your rear. That never seizes to make you moan, coupled with his stone hand gently grabbing your waist, you just knew he was about to deliver exactly what you needed.

Every time Hellboy has ever entered you it robs you of any coherent thought. Your brain goes into primal mode and it could be far more worse during the final strides of a full moon. Your body still felt like it wasn’t yours, only the animal remained and you were just it’s poor delicate host. You bit down on your forearm, that stretch sending so many signals into your drunken brain. Hellboy bottoms out with growl, the angle is a snug fit and you’re so warm and welcoming.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder” It’s almost a growl, from deep within your throat where the monsters remnants lay. Hellboy’s hard muscled body presses itself closer to your back, mouth at your shoulder as he pounds into you. The feeling of his tail wrapping around your thigh grounds you, reminds you this isn’t some faceless encounter but the man you’ve come to love and adore. You rest against him, his flesh hand runs up your breast and rests at your throat. Each thrust hits exactly the spot you need hit, that burning feeling spreads all over your chest and makes you dizzier.

You’re so lost in it you haven’t noticed how much you’ve been moaning. You haven’t noticed the smack of your hips against the glass, that lewd squelching sound of his thick cock in and out, in and out.

Hellboy’s whispering an assortment of filth at your ear, the hold on your throat is possessive but not dangerous, the feel of it makes you tighten around him. Enough so that he groans right up against your ear, groans how good your pussy takes him. You feel his teeth graze your pulse just as he thrusts against your sweet spot and you’re gone. Your orgasm hits you suddenly and so very strong, it travels every in your body as you moan his name. He doesn’t stop naturally, he wants to rip another wave like that from your body but just time it perfectly to cum with you.

You’re a mess of groans as he drives into you, skin slapping skin, your tits press against the glass in nothing short of a salacious visual. Hellboy wishes he could watch you from the outside, but here? Inside? Inside of you? Nothing beats that. You feel release hit you just as Hellboy’s thrust stutter and he buries a long growl against your neck. He fills you up with so much warmth, so deeply, so strongly.

You feel that monster beneath the surface quiet, as your legs shake from the intensity of it all.

Hellboy’s eyes frantically searched out home base.

Today’s mission had gone sideways to put it simply. Multiple agents had been hurt and even killed. The squad had been divided up in 3 teams and currently all he saw what was team 2.

You were on team 1 whilst he had been forced on tema 3. You had waved him off, assuring him you were a big girl who could handle herself.

That had been hours ago and communication had been lost with team 1.

Hellboy stopped any official and asked where you and your team were last reported to be, nobody could give him a straight answer. He was about to throttle so newbie kid with a table and a headset when he heard the sound of a truck.

The black truck made a stop at the make shift base/camp that had been set up in the woods. He rushed, watching as two agents scurried out from the back with another member of theirs missing a leg. The medics quickly took him away, why weren’t you out of the truck? Hellboy swallowed, his gut dropping.

The engine to the truck shut off as the driver got out, also looking worse for wear.

God this couldn’t be happening.

Finally you were out, cuts and scrapes scattered but mostly unscathed.

“Fucking hell” He sighed out, making his way towards you he scooped you up in his arms and planted his lips on yours. He didn’t care if everyone and their mother could see the two of you. Every horrifying scenario had played in his mind and yet here you were, warm and real in his arms and lips equally elated to be against yours.

“I thought I almost lost you” He muttered against your cheek, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you shook your head. “No baby, I’m here, I’m alright”

Hellboy was always aware that normalcy would never be part of his vocabulary. It was a bed he had made and had to lie in it, acceptance was key even if deep down it simply hurt to live with it.

There were times where it took a backseat in his head. There needn’t be so much time dedicated to being upset that he just couldn’t step out and live a normal life with you.

So naturally there was always the one little fight he tended to avoid and you wished didn’t happen, but the two of you had found one another in it. Because Hellboy often wonders when the day will hit you, where you’re done with this, the Bureau and by proxy, himself.

You naturally do you best to reassure him, in big ways and small ways, in any possible way that can drive it through his thick skull.

There isn’t nowhere you’d want to be right now. It’s him, it’s gonna always be him.

But sometimes your frustration rises and joins his and it’s two clouded souls trying to fight over loving one another. This pesky wound decides to open up one evening in the middle of nowhere when the two of you sneak out for a drive at night. Hellboy wants to take you somewhere, anywhere where he can give you that cheesy dinner and a movie, or to simply go off to a show and watch the band you both love play.

You reassure him once again, just as you have that you don’t care so long you got him. Hellboy gets off the lonely highway and into what you assume are the acres of some farm house and kills the truck.

“You keep saying that, you keep saying it like maybe that’s gonna be your mantra forever” He looks defeated, somewhere between stewing and depleated.

“I keep saying it because I mean, Red, I want this and I want us why is it so hard for you to accept it?” You reach for his hand, his stone hand but he doesn’t want any of it. You sigh, rubbing your hand down your thighs trying to quell the steam inside of you.

“You wanna keep having this argument or do you want to actually enjoy our time? Let’s keep driving around, we’ll find a gas station and I’ll get us some beers” There’s an attempt to place a bandaid on the problem but Hellboy isn’t budging. “Babe please, it’ll be a few hours before they call us in, I told Alice to stall in case it’s sooner” This time you grab his hand, running soothing lines up the stone.

“We can’t even do this, fuck” He gets out of the car in a whirlwind of disenchantment. The stars look incredible out here, none of that light pollution bullshit back home. Hellboy takes a breath and counts to ten, then he hears your door slam and the sounds of foot fall on the grass. He turns quickly to see you walking away.

“Y/n?! The hell are you doing?!” He watches you turn around, arms crossed and somewhat red faced. “I’m giving you all the typical crap that comes in a ‘normal’ relationship! You want a scene?! Well here’s me causing one, just picture everybody giving us a good side eye!” You turned again and began to walk, you could make out Hellboy’s cussing as he got back in the truck and turned it on.

The squeak of the wheels abruptly turning was the only other sound in the middle of desolate highway. He drove up next to you and roll down the window. “You can’t be serious! Just get in the car!” You pull your jacket closer to you and continue your trek, Hellboy grunts. “Babe listen! I know I’m being impossible but so are you right about now!” You huff out a bitter laugh.

“I have to be because your so thick headed! Look at us! We’re supposed to be having fun and making out and drinking! But maybe I’ll end up in a corn field and I’ll let the aliens take me!” You stomped in frustration. “Don’t you even joke about that! Get in the car, please! Y/n im serious please!” He stopped the truck and opened the door for you.

You turned to look at him, still upset, arms crossed and positively fuming. Nevertheless you got in, closing the door a little too hard for your own liking.

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once? And I’m not talking your idea of normal, I’m talking normal us, regular us where we fight about who the better frontman of Van Halen was and we watch dumb old cartoons and make out till our mouths hurt”You let out a long breath, enunciating each demand with a smack on your thighs.

“...It’s Sammy Hagar and you know it” You whipped your head towards him, there was that knowing smile on his dumb handsome face and you felt like screaming. “Hellboy I swear if we have this argument again-“ You chuckle shaking your head.

“Don’t get me wrong David Lee Roth had the showmanship, but Sammy’s got the voice” You smack his stone arm, hating how much you love his smile. “David was the heart and Eddie was the soul, Sammy had none of that and keep that big trap of yours shut, you know what I meant, I don’t want us fighting over ‘this’ ever again, I love you too much to want to waste time on something trivial as looks and typical dates, I love our brand of dates-“

“You love me?” Hellboy cut your tirade off.

You feel yourself blush, the heat rising up your neck towards your cheeks. You look at him and feel your stomach do somersaults. Before you can ask him anything he’s leaning in and catching those lips of yours. You kiss back with as much need but pull away shortly. “I’m still pissed at you” You go in again kissing him with a force you didn’t expect to be coupled with your frustrations from tonight.

In those very minutes lost against his lips you feel yourself need and want him more than ever. In your heated make out you kick off your shoes, fingers fighting with the buttons of your jeans. Hellboy catches wind of what’s happening, left hand going to his un button and fly. With some effort you manage to kick off your jeans and climb on top of him, straddling his lap before continuing to kiss him with desire.

“Please Red, please” You whisper against his lips. Hellboy grabs your rear possesively, as you reach between the two of you and pull out his hard cock. There’s a wince of pleasure as you grip him, you lick your palm wrap it once more to add a little more lubrication to this. Hellboy kisses you when he starts to breach you and that initial stretch always knocks the wind out of you. “Fucking hell Y/n” Hellboy grunts right against your jaw. You sway your hips in that very precise moment causing him bury his face right against your throat. Gripping a chunk of his dark locks you move against him wantonly.

It feels so humid inside the trucks, the condensation being evidence enough of your desires. Thrusting down onto him the two continue to kiss, to touch and savor this moment. At some point your rear hits the car horn several times but there’s no one for miles and all you care about is Hellboy’s mouth on your chest, with your now discarded shirt somewhere in the Truck. “I’m-fuckfuck-sorry for being stubborn” He groans out while wrapped around, nosing a spot behind your ear. You somehow find a way to hold on just a little more tightly, chasing that impending high.

Stubborn isn’t adjective enough but god you understand and without the ability to form a cohesive sentence from your constant moaning you simply nod vigorously. Somewhere between that weightless drop and your orgasm hitting you you hear him and feel him say ‘I love you too’ right against the corner of your mouth.

You collapse against him, the sensation of him filling you up so warm and full. He’s breathing hard against your neck, sweat covering the two of you as the come down hits slowly.

For the longest time you were aware how dangerous this job could be.

Fighting monsters wasn’t just a moniker placed below the B.P.R.D to state the obvious. Close calls were always going to hang over your head.

They would hang over Hellboy’s head as well.

So when that close call comes in the shape of a nest of vampires that quite literally almost ate you alive, the adrenaline spikes in your body.

He took care of them naturally with you yourself doing your best to make sure he lives through it. The craziness and chaos leaves every nerve ending of you and Hellboy’s bodies vibrating for what seems forever.

So it doesn’t surprise you when you both get back to the rented out house turned HQ in Serbia and basically jump Hellboy. The tensions always been there, the looks have been looked and the small brushes of flesh have been brushed. Hellboy holds you close, muck and blood still evident in the two of you but ignored in favor for a heated kiss.

Your body feels like a live wire left on a puddle. Every dip and turn of Hellboy’s mouth on yours zapping away the memories of almost perishing alongside with him. The hallway to the bedroom is deprived of life but the two of you aren’t going to make it there. Your chest rises and falls as you un loop your belt and the clatter of weapons fall on the wood floor. You leave Hellboy’s mouth with a hard suck on his bottom lip and walk backwards discarding clothing.

Your jacket falls with a loud thud, blood splatter and dirt, your jeans come off in desperate kicks and something primal is seen in Hellboy’s gaze as he stalks you. His own large coat left behind, his own belt falling, the unbuttoning and zip of his pants. You connect with a wall and you gasp when he rushes towards you and traps you.

The desire lingers with the grime and dirt, there’s a cut on his shoulder, there’s bruises on your knees.

The two of you could care less.

It’s going to be dirty and hard and needy because that’s how you both feel. The rush of endorphins from a fight, the lust for life at surviving. You let him hook his fingers at the waistband of your underwear, the scrape of his stone thumb contrasting with his more human like hand. He slides the garment inch by frustrating inch.

Hellboy’s golden eyes never leave yours. A breath you weren’t aware you held escapes you when he presses his forehead to yours.

“I want you, I fucking want you right now” It’s husky, against your lips and god you’re obscenely wet already just from it.

“Fuck me, please” You press your groin against his and the outline of his cock makes your mouth water.

Hellboy swiftly picks you up by the waist with his stone hand and keeps you pressed against that very wall. He sneaks a hand down inbetween the two of you to pull out his hard cock. “Slow, ok? Gonna go slow for you” He mutters against your lips as he sinks into you. The pressure alone robs you of your breath briefly, your eyes squeeze tight and your body tries not to tense up for him. He slides inch by fucking inch and you’re gone.

Your arms wrap around his neck once he’s bottomed out inside of you and it destroys you when he sighs in absolute relief. “God, baby” He growls and thrusts up causing you to yelp and roll your eyes back into your skull.

He’s going to fuck every notion and concept of understanding from you. Hellboy groans, every smack of your back against the wall caused by his movements. He feels territorial, he wants to lay claim to you, so he fucks you deeply and with purpose. The anger leaves a delicious burn and every upward thrust is felt.

“Of fuck, red! Shit-please!” You moan against his ear, you brain feels lightheaded. A rush that makes you bite down on his neck and in turn makes Hellboy’s hips stutter. Time either stops or acelarates but it’s a limbo you welcome to float in so long as he continues to drive into you like it’s the end of the world.

You throw your head back when he hits your g spot and it’s lights out. Your brain turns off and you let your body go and take you where it wants to be taken. Hellboy drives harder, his eyes bewitched by your intoxicated display. “Come on baby, for me, do it for me” Each word is annunciated by his thrust and how can you say no?

Cumin with his cock deeply buried inside of you, a shudder and tightening that enhances and prolongs it. Drunk, drunk is the only way to explain the feeling. You go so rigid and impossibly tight that you milk him for everything he’s worth. Hellboy groans, face buried in your neck, hands tight on you.