Thread by @voxmxchina

// nsfw afab reader insert x Hannibal //

This turned into a slower burn than I meant to write but Hannibal wanted to serve dessert before - well, dessert 😂

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You lean up against the bathroom countertop, checking to make sure your lipstick hadn’t budged after the delicious meal Dr. Lecter had made just for you. Thankfully, the vinaigrette on the salad had only broken up your lipstick & not made it run. You dab it neatly with a tissue.

China and crystal clinking emanates from the dining room. You straighten your blouse, tug at your skirt, and flash yourself a quick smile in the mirror. It looks a little nervous, but not the bad sort of nervous. Your face is lightly flushed from the wine, and you can feel your

stomach flutter with the high pulse in your neck. A breath out, and you push open the bathroom door, returning to the dining room. From the sound of it, Hannibal is in the kitchen. The table has been cleared of the entree plates and glasses, and only the desert plates remain.

You take your seat just as Hannibal emerges from the kitchen, pushing a full tray. You raise your eyebrows in interest, and he smiles warmly at you. “Ah, perfect. You’re back just in time.”
He deposits a covered crystal dish on the table between your place settings and sets an

chiller with a bottle of wine beside it. You sniff, and can’t help the immediate question- “coffee?” Hannibal tilts his head towards you conspiratorially, eyes glinting. “Right on both accounts darling - I’ve made us a traditional venetian tiramisu.”
He plates a serving for you

both and carefully pops the cork on the bottle. “I think you’ll find this an excellent pairing with the mascarpone.” You watch his fingers wrap delicately around the stem of the glass as he pours, mesmerized by his precise and skillful movements. He sits & pours his own glass

then raises it in a toast, looking into your eyes with a charming grin. “To a wonderful evening spent in scintillating conversation and even brighter company.” You face feels warm, and you can only blame the alcohol so many times before you admit that it might just be Hannibal.

You raise your glass in return. “To an excellent meal, a gracious host, & a night I hope never ends.”
Okay, that was /definitely/ the alcohol. Your face flames & you almost drop your gaze. Hannibal just looks deeply pleased, like a cat who’s caught a canary. Your glasses clink.

Your first sip of sparkling drink is almost sharp - it’s just on the edge of dry but it’s pleasantly fruity, & your appreciate noise is sincere. You can feel his eyes on you like an embrace, warm and enveloping. “Now try the tiramisu,” Hannibal prompts encouragingly, voice low.

Your first bite is...sublime. The creamy texture and light pastry melts in your mouth. Your eyes close as you release an involuntary & inappropriate moan. Your eyes snap open, embarrassed. Across from you, Hannibal is unnaturally still, spoon frozen above his desert. His eyes are

dark and his gaze runs slowly over your face and down your neck like treacle, hit and considering. You suddenly feel as though you are sitting across from a hungry panther or tiger rather than the pleased cat of just a moment earlier. A shiver creeps up your spine, quick and hot.

When he finally speaks, his voice is a deep rasp. “Perhaps it was presumptuous of me to prepare a dessert.” He wets his lip.
“Clearly, you are much better suited as a final course than any confection I could prepare.”
You clutch your spoon, flushing deeply as you meet his eyes &

try not to choke on your own desire.
“Oh god. Please.”

Hannibal’s eyes crinkle as his fangs show in grin that borders on salacious. Elegantly, he moves to stand behind you and leans over your shoulder to gently pluck the spoon from your hand. He is radiating warmth against

your back, and he smells like dark spice and something deliciously smoky. His face is right next to yours. You breathe shallowly and fight the urge to turn and bury your face in his neck. Distantly, you register the clink of the spoon as it’s set on the table. His hand comes to

cover yours. It’s the first you’ve touched the whole evening, and it feels like an invitation. Something in you snaps.
You twist in your chair and bring your lips to his, clumsy in your haste to finally taste him. He stills for only a moment, but then masterfully moves his lips

against yours, slick & sensual. His mouth is warm & he tastes of wine & cream. After a single searing kiss, he pulls back and regards you intently. His cheeks are lightly flushed-it’s unfairly attractive on him. You’re very tempted to haul him in by his tie & go for another kiss.

“The conversation is better had elsewhere, wouldn’t you agree?” His eyes sparkle playfully. You can’t nod quickly enough.
-
Hannibal’s bedroom is sumptuous, but you barely have time to take it in before Hannibal is pushing you back against his bedroom door&claiming your mouth.

You whine at the sudden assault, need rising in your stomach as you match his kisses heat for heat. Hannibal’s hand grips firmly at your waist while the other caresses your neck, possessive. His thumb rubs over a sensitive spot on your neck, and you feel your knees start to give.

Hannibal catches you deftly, pulling back only enough to murmur delightedly, “Oh, you’re a sensitive one aren’t you darling?”
The overwhelming need to feel him /everywhere/ spikes sharply. You push at his jacket, desperate to reveal the skin underneath.
With his jacket off & his

hair mussed, he looks simultaneously more dangerous and approachable. With a mutual glance, you move to the bed as one. He presses you against the pillows, devouring your mouth with deep, slick kisses that steal your breath and quicken your already racing pulse.

Hannibal mouths at your neck, pulling at your skin in achy, sucking kisses that make your squirm against the bedspread and press your legs together. You can’t help the breathless open mouthed moans he’s pulling out of you with just a few kisses, but feeling ashamed requires a

working brain, and yours is currently melting in the wake of Hannibal’s lips and tongue. He’s making contented little hums against your neck.
You feel his hand start to creep up over your bare leg, and you press eagerly into his touch, demanding as much as he’s willing to give.

His fingers trace up your clenching inner thighs, coming to brush against the lace of your underwear. He nips you earlobes and you shudder reflexively. “May I?”
Your voice comes out reedy & wanton. “Fuck, Hannibal. I’ll beg you if that’s what you want. Please, just /touch/ me.”

“Thank you darling. You’re being so good for me.”
You work not to twitch as Hannibal’s fingers trace the lips of your sex through lace. You’re sure you’ve completely soaked them through. That he can /feel/ it.
The rumble of a pleased sounding growl vibrates against your neck.

Your hips push up into his hand of their own accord. Hannibal takes this as an opportunity to work the lace off of your hips and down to your ankles where you can kick them off. Your skirt has ridden up & your blouse is half undone. Hannibal looks like a wild thing. Almost feral.

With little ceremony, he slips his fingers into your heat, testing your stretch. You gasp at the suddenly full feeling, and Hannibal starts fucking you with his fingers in quick and devastating movements.

"Oh FUCK."
Hannibal's fingers are precise and thick inside you rubbing everywhere you want them and you can feel yourself dripping on his fingers. He's nipping at your neck in small possessive bites. You tilt your head to give him as much room as possible.

Anything, anything he wants if he just- "Please don't stop." Your voice sounds wrecked. You feel wrecked, from just a little fingering. His fingers slow, circling your clit in a maddening tease that forces a whine from your throat. He presses little kisses & bites up your neck.

A murmur in your ear.
"Precious girl. Are you sure that's what you want? Choose your words carefully, darling. Because I will give you exactly. What. You. Ask. For."
His last words are punctuated with direct swipes over your clit and your lips part in a high helpless gasp.

His fingers resume their teasing circles, and you can hardly breathe. It's all you can do to clutch at his arms, the bedspread, his hair and hold on for dear life.
"What will it be darling, hmm? It's horribly rude to not answer when you're directly asked a question."

Your hips shift unconsciously, chasing the pressure of his nimble fingers as you try to string two thoughts together. "Not fair-" you gasp. "Who said anything about fair?" Hannibal's voice sounds darkly amused. "I simply asked you to tell me what you want. Is that so difficult?"

Between whines and moans, you manage - "God. Fuck. Please make me come. Please fuck me. I need you inside of me." You feel him shudder minutely at your words, absolute control dropping for a single searing moment. His fingers move to unbutton your blouse.
That's right, you're -

both still almost fully clothed. God.
Hannibal undoes your buttons methodically, pushing open your shirt to reveal your bra underneath. He stops for a moment, admiring you.
"You are captivating. I can hardly wait to see how you look mindless with pleasure." He makes quick work

of your blouse and you remove your bra. He cups your bare breasts, leaving little smears of your own fluids behind. His gaze is ravenous and controlled like a caged beast. Your skirt is still up rucked around your waist, but he makes no move to strip you yet. "Turn over for me."

Silently, you turn, baring yourself to him. The position feels horribly exposed, and you press your face into the pillows. He grips your ass and gives it a gentle smack, just enough to shock you into a little giggle and jolt your out of your self-consciousness. [ nsfw ]

"None of that now. I want to see and hear how much you love how much you love the way I touch you. Understood?"
You turn your head, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes daddy."
/FUCK/. You flush. You should /not/ have had that last glass of wine.

His grip on your ass tightens in a near bruising spasm.
"That's right darling," he says, voice gravelly & thick with arousal. His fingers slip down to your dripping slit. "You're so ready for me, aren't you?" You press your ass back into his fingers, searching for stimulation.

"Please daddy, fuck me. Don't make me wait any longer." He exhales in a harsh breath. "Good manners should be rewarded. How could I say no to such a sweet request so politely spoken?" You hear the sound of his zipper, and feel the thick pressure of him against your entrance.

You lean backwards to sink onto his cock. /Fuck/, he’s thick. Your back arches and you moan at the incredible stretch of him. You feel full up to your throat, and you wonder dazedly if you would be able to see the bulge of his dick in your belly if you looked down. [ nsfw ]

He's gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You feel the twitch of his cock inside of you, making you moan shamelessly. He just feels so fucking good.
"Darling, you feel exquisite," he rumbles, unknowingly mirroring your thoughts. Wordlessly begging, you start rocking your

hips in quick, deep slides. “I promised you to give you what you asked for little girl,” Hannibal grits out.
“You begged to come on my cock, so that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
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Hannibal starts fucking you quick and hard, cock pressing right up against your g-spot with every thrust. Every single thought flies out of your head and you gasp and moan without a care for how wanton you sound. It only seems to encourage him anyway.

You can feel your orgasm building hot and tight in your core, coaxed higher and higher every moment. You feel like you're losing your mind.
Hannibal reaches under you to play with your clit, ratcheting your need up to a fever pitch.
"And now, love, I want you to come for me."

Just a few more swipes of his fingers and you obey, clenching around his dick with a rush of heat. You’re babbling and whining into the pillow, helpless against the shattering pleasure.
Hannibal’s thrusts are unsteadier now as he uses you to chase his own pleasure. You squirm,

over sensitive after your own orgasm. Just as you’re starting to reach the point of overstimulation Hannibal’s hips stutter and he comes in you with a hoarse cry of your name.
-
After, he all but collapses beside you on the bed. His hair is a wreck and he is flushed and covered

in cooling sweat. You think that you’ve never seen a man quite so lovely in your life, and you reach up to touch his face. His hand covers yours, nuzzling into your touch. He presses a kiss to your palm, your wrist, and each of your fingers in turn.

You cuddle closer, paying no attention to the mess that covers you both, and kiss his mouth once, slow and sweet. You pull back and catch his eyes, feeling lazy and playful.
“Thank you for dessert Daddy, it was delicious.”
His eyes glow with an amused, sated heat.

“Darling, you will be the death of me.”

As you smile and lean back in for more languorous kisses, he whispers against your lips, “But, oh, what a way to go.”

// end //

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