tags: henry creel x fem!reader, possessive!dom!henry, hungry!henry, unprotected p in v, cunningilus, edging, denial of orgasm, bondage (?)
summary: had you not been ignorant of his feelings the entire day, this wouldnât have happenedâŠ
a/n: hi hi hi!!!! iâve been grinding on this for the past TWO days. my fingers are tired, but never what? NEVER GIVE UPPPP!!! everyone, thank yours truly, bow, for prioritizing this over her summer work đŹđŹđŹ
anyways, i would like to dedicate this one to the one and only, kites bower!!!! she has been so patient with me, even when i promised this to her yesterdayâŠ.anyways, love you girl!! this one is for yewww!!!!
(lmk if you catch the weeknd reference, song is linked đđ)
<no ai was used while writing this, just proper grammar!>
No word could describe the feeling Henry felt towards you. But if he was forced to choose, he would use the word hungry. Ever since you had entered his life, rather forcefully on his end, with the demogorgans and all, he had seem to become entertained by you. Before he decided to go through with his plan, he needed some company. Henry wanted to use you. Manipulate you. Control you, even. It had seem very lust driven in the beginning, but after some timeâthe way you lit up his cold heart very closely resembled his wicked version of love.
It didnât take long for you to feel the same way. He had lovebombed you so much, you had eventually gotten dependent on him as you lived in his memories, âprotectedâ from the evil monsters below. Or above. Wherever you truly were. Henry, at first, enjoyed the way you suddenly got flustered at the way he would call you âdarlingâ or âmy wifeâ unprompted. Or the gifts youâd randomly receive. Or the way he would softly touch you, as if he was restraining himself from doing more. The control he easily had over you, like everything else, made him feel quite excited. He didnât have to use his powers, though, when doing this. All Henry had to do was beâŠcharming. And the type of man he was, that came easy to him.
What he didnât expect was how much all those things would affect him, too. Not having your full attention irritated him. It didnât help that you were as breathtaking as youâd describe him being. Whenever he looked at you, he felt like he was being punched in the gut. And how kind you wereâŠit made him want to take advantage of it so he could have you all to himself. You were so understanding, and smart, and easy to be around, and funny, and annoying in a way that was endearing to himâto which he hated. The way you furrowed your brows while doing something, the immense focusâhe wanted that on him. These feelings were getting toxic, honestly. But toxic is the definition of Henry Creel. The thoughts about him taking you over and over again messed with his perception of reality. You belonged to him.
He hated this. Hated the control you had over him. Henry was in control. He was always in control, this was his memories. You lived because of him. You were safe because of him.
You needed him, not the other way around.
ThoughâŠthat didnât seem to be true, by the way you were acting since that morning.
Since you left your room in that perky, little dress he had surprised you, his eyes darkened with frustration and need. The way you walked down the stairs, the way you entered the kitchen and made a cup of coffee before making your breakfast, the way you walked into the dining room with itâcompletely unbothered by his presence made his eyes narrow slightly.
Why was he irritated that you had gotten comfortable with him? Why was he irritated that you only mumbled out a small âgood morningâ with a small, adorable smile? As he pondered, staring daggers into his outdated newspaper that he reads every single morning even if it has no new information, he suddenly realized why: you werenât performing anymore for him. You didnât have the need to impress him with every single little thing you did anymore. It didnât matter anyway; youâve thought that he still cared about you either way.
After you had finished your breakfast, you nonchalantly stood upâgrabbing your plate and cup.
âNo work today?â You asked, glancing at the back of his head as you walked past him towards the spruce opening that led out to the central hallway, preparing to say goodbye to him in less than half an hour. All you knew was that he left for multiple hours a day, not returning home until after nightfall. Henry shook his head no slightly, seeming engrossed in that newspaper he was always reading. It honestly shocked you, hearing his lack of plans that day. It threw you a little off guard too. At first, it had gotten lonely without Henry occupying your time and attention but eventually, you had gotten used to it. It was like your little routine. Wake up, eat breakfast with Henry, help him with his jacket and hat, say goodbye, and move on with the rest of your day before greeting him when he came back home. You just let out a soft hum in acknowledgment at his words, leaving the dining room completely and made your way towards the kitchen to wash your dishes.
To be perfectly candid, Henry didnât know why he was staying back today. He had some people to stalk, right? So why wasnât he doing it? This time, he didnât seem to have a logical answer for his own question. The shake of his head was something he did without proper judgmentâso what was his body trying to say?
The day passed like normally for you. The flawless morning slowly set in the comfortable afternoon you were so used to being alone spending. Nothing ever changed outside. The same patch of sky where yesterdayâs clouds lingered. The sun occupied in the same spot. The weather warming your face in the same temperature it always did. The trees and grass and plants in perfect position like they would get lectured if they shifted a couple inches to the right. The only insects spotted were spiders that you had been warned to keep away from. To get over any fear you might have of them, and to help it get to a safe area.
You had already cleaned the entire house to keep the old photographs of the Creel Family clean from dust, which served no purpose. No matter how much you tried acting like it was your doing that the house was so clean, it was because of him it remained in perfect shape. Stuck in a timeless box you didnât understand.
You didnât really notice, but whenever you would go to a certain room to cleanâHenry would follow suit after a few minutes. Though, he wouldnât say a word. He was like a shadow that stood in the corner of the room, observing you with careful eyes that gave nothing on his mind away.
But for him? It was a different story. Henry thought he was being bold for doing this. That his intentions were clearâthat every moment you two had locked eyes, you could see the wanting in them. If only he expressed how he felt with his eyes a little betterâŠ
Maybe you were a little dumb for not asking why he was following you around so much, but you just didnât pay him any mind which frustrated him even more. Henry hasnât wanted someone this much before, and he didnât know how to express it. He just expected you to know! Pathetic, he thought. Pathetic how he wanted you to notice so bad, pathetic he needed you for this insatiable hunger that could only be treated by your touch. Truly disgusting. You needed him, not the other way around.
Once you had finally finished walking and moving around him as you cleaned, brushing shoulders without a second glance, you were able to settle down in the living roomâcracking your book open. It was a little outdated, a lot of the books that were in Henryâs office mostly from the 50s, to which she didnât question. Maybe that was his taste. What he preferred.
Henry, moments later, sat like a shadow once again in the elegant armchair that was angled towards the tv in the living roomâstaring at a book where he only flipped the pages every few minutes, or so.
You still didnât noticed, but he had been glancing up at you every so often. Your every move, shift, twitch you made as you sat on the off-white carpeted floor, back against the coffee table. The fact that the book was getting more attention than him drove him crazy. He had stayed back from stalking people for you! For your smiles and laughter that shouldâve irritated him, but didnât.
After what seemed like an eternity, you had softly shut your book and left it on the wooden, oval shaped table behind you and stood up. Henryâs eyes followed you as you walked towards the foyer to go up the grand stairs for a warm shower. You glanced at the grandfather clock, seeing how it was around 6pm. Right around the time you usually shower when Henry isnât home. Except he is, and youâve suddenly become perpetually aware of his gaze on youâturning your head as you held the railing, already a stair or two up.
He wasnât sitting in his chair anymore, now he was just a few feet away from right beside the stairway, standing in the hallâhis posture rigid with his hands held behind his back. Henry was acting weirder than usual, and thatâs already an odd thing to say about someone asâŠfreaky as him. You blinked at him before turning back to walk up the stairsâa strong, invisible yet frustrated force suddenly stopping you from doing so.
âWhat, Henry?â You sighed out, furrowing your brows as you turned off of the stairs and stood on the hardwood floorsâjust opposite to him as Henry slowly walked towards you.
âYou canât see it, huh?â Henry let out quietly with a frustrated huff youâve never heard out of him before. As you finally looked at him for longer than a second, you noticed that unmistakable look in his eyes. The way his pupils were blown, the cold blue drowning in the black and barely visible. You noticed it in any man who had ever liked you, but you ignored it before. Clearly, in this situation, you canât. Itâs not like you want to, thoughâŠ
âSee what?â You asked cautiously, trying to act dumbfounded as you gulped. You didnât want to assume and get everything wrong. The most you and Henry have done would be him kissing your temple before heading out for the day. But he didnât head out for the day. He stayed home for once, and you had to try to get a move on with your dayâtrying to keep to your routine, even with him at home.
âThe way I am right now. The signs iâm giving?â Henry circled you as he was a little closer now, stopping right behind you with just a few inches between your back and his chest. You stared straight ahead, your breath hitching slightly before you turned around to look at him fully.
âHenry, youâre not making sense right now. I canât read your mind like you can to me. Youâre not veryâŠclear about your thoughts. What is it?â You asked softly, looking up at himâyour jawline catching the light. His eyes automatically stared at it, breaking the eye contact, lifting a finger to lightly trace itâsending shivers down your spine.
But by her words, he realized what he had been forgetting. What was obvious to him wasnât obvious to her.
âIâm hungry,â he finally whisperedâhis hand gripping her jaw firmly, crushing his lips to devour hers in a desperate, starving, teethy kissânot pulling away until they were both about to turn purple. Heat had automatically pooled into your stomach at his words. You could feel your panties growing a wet spot already, worried that the amount will soak through the beautiful dress Henry had gotten you. Feeling wanted in this uncontrollable way made you feral, to which Henry could sense and wanted to take advantage of.
Once your lips parted, you looked up at himâpanting with ajar lips. Not swollen enough, Henry notedâstaring at them before looking up into your eyes. You, in one swift motion, pulled his face to yoursâkissing him with the same amount of intensity, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, swirling around each other in a messy, sloppy dance.
It all happened so quickly, but Henry had pinned you against the hallway wallâonly pulling away when he had sensed you needed air, the string of spit connected you two. Staring at the string made you want to be glued to him, wanting to feel his lips against yours for the rest of time. His cold, blue eyes looked at you with feelings anything but, his hand trailing down your arm until it made under your dress, tracing your core through your soaked through panties.
âAlready so wet, and I have barely even touched you. Pathetic,â he gritted out. Your wetness made a pang travel down to his groinâfeeling the pain of it erecting, just barely contained beneath his brown slacks. Yet your reaction really did it for him. Your head was slightly thrown back against the wall, eyes half liddedâon the verge of spilling moans you didnât have the strength to contain any longer.
âHenry..â You managed to get out. And that was it. Henry yanked your shriveled up, wet panties aside, entering two fingers at once without warning. You groaned loudly, unfiltered as his fingers started thrusting immediatelyâhis thumb at your clit, rubbing circles that made you feel like you were on fire. In a good way, obviously. You felt like you were being electrocuted in a way that made you feel alive. You felt the butterflies being forced down your throat to your stomach, exploding that sent tingles everywhere. As he thrusted relentlessly, his fingers easily slipping in and out because of how wet you were. His fingers curled in the perfect spot, hitting your g-spot so hard that you saw flashing stars that blinded youâyour legs feeling weak almost instantly.
âIâve been waiting to see this view all day,â Henry growled out, going in to nip at your exposed throat and jawlineâhis free hand gripping your jaw almost harshly to tilt it back to give him more access. You moaned even louder, whimpering as his thumb ran over your bottom lip slowly, the pace with his middle and ring finger faster. You were getting close already. You could feel it begging to be let out, to finally give you some relief you so wanted.
âS-shit, HenâŠ!â You managed to hoarsely mewl as he nipped your exposed collarbones and throat from the dress. âIâmâŠIâm so close!â
âAre you now?â Henry questioned, the rasp apparent in his deep voice that always sent chills down your spineâhis fingers working diligently on your cunt. Your perfect, delicious cunt.
âYes!â You gasped out. âYouâŠoh, God!~â
âNot GodâŠjust Henry,â he muttered into your ear after pulling away from your neck, nipping your earlobe playfully. Tauntingly. Your breath caught at just that, literally panting. Henry could feel your tightness clench even harder around his fingers, symbolizing your close finish.
âThis entire dayâŠâ Henry began, his voice barely above a whisper. ââŠIâve wanted you. The signs, youâŠyou ignored. I get what I want, and I couldnât get you,â his fingers went faster, making you arch into himâyour hips jerking. But right as fast as it came around the corner, thatâs as fast as it went away.
He stopped, pulling his fingers out as you stared up at him with squirming, wobbly legsâfeeling such confusion. Your pussy without his fingers felt so empty, the ghost of what was just there remainingâclenching to feel some relief of the release you were denied.
âWhyâd you stop?â You asked angrily, your chest rising and falling with each inhale of air as if you had been suffocated for days, and you could only now breathe.
âTo make you understand the goddamn frustration Iâve felt since this morning,â Henry let out, pulling you into another searing kiss mixed with exasperation. You escaped the kiss in an instant, your eyebrows furrowed.
âYou canât do that, Henry! You canât edge me if youâre angry at me, thatâs not fair,â you glared at him. And in that moment, Henry knew you were the only person heâd allow to look at him such way and get away with it. It was embarrassing how much he needed you.
âNothing in life is fair. I gave you all the signs, you were just ignorant to comprehend them,â Henry grumbled out. âYou were supposed to know what I wanted, and I wanted you. Iâve given you everything, this whole new life, and you couldnât give me an ounce of your attention? Do you want to be fed to the monsters that haunt down below? I saved you, and I can take that privilege away from you if you provoke me.â
You just stared up at him in disbelief and honestly, a little bit of fear. Facing those demogorgans again was something you didnât want to experience. You wouldnât even wish on your worst enemy to come across those things!
âNo! JustâŠ.just donât do that again. I canât read your mind, I didnât know what you wanted. You arenât clear about your feelings either!â You exclaimed, basically begging not to go back.
âNo? No, iâll choose what to do with you, because you belong to me,â Henry let out in a very low voice, getting even more into your personal space before backing up completelyâwalking towards the living room. You stood there for a second, a little shocked about what just happened. But before you could do anything, Henry used his powerful, telekinetic energy to pick you up and brought you to himâmaking you gasp.
While keeping you effortlessly in the air, he pulled the dress off of you in an instant. The cool air suddenly hitting your skin, biting at it, hardening your nipples through your bra while also feeling like you were being tied up as you floated in the air. You didnât know what to do; you couldnât thrash around, that would just irritate him more. But you also didnât want toâthe thrill of thisâŠit sent more jolts down your spine than anything else ever had. Henryâs eyes roamed over you shamelessly, as if he was thinking long and hard about what he was going to do. He walked up to you, fully clothed in his coffee-colored waistcoat and matching trousers, his red tie slightly loosenedâthe cream undershirt rolled up to his forearm, his veins disappearing under. You wanted to see more. You had to.
âPleaseâŠâ You sighed out. âI want to see you.â
Henryâs eyes lifted to your own, standing just a few inches from you. His hand groped you through your bra, making you arch slightly into him. He then reached behind youâunclasping it and watched it fall away towards the ground. Without a second thought, Henry had began to knead your tits, quiet groans escaping your lips. One hand played with your nipple before he leaned closer to your other breastâhis warm mouth closing around it. His tongue flicked around the hardened bud, his other hand pinching and twisting just enough that the sensation bordered pain and pleasure.
When he finally removed his lips off of your tit, kissing all around the areola before backing up. You stared down at the huge tent in his pants, your breath hitching at the view. No matter how odd Henry was, he was so, so perfect. He treated you nicely, and he was right. He did give you a place to stay. You wondered how lucky you got with someone like Henry. The sudden shift in his demeanor towards you excited you. You wanted him to use you for his own pleasure. You felt ecstatic that he wanted you. The once controlled Henry you knew felt so all over the place when it came to you.
Henry felt your stares on his bulge, a smirk coming onto his face. Before you knew it, he stripped all of his clothes offâleaving him nude. Completely nude. Your breath hitched as you shamelessly let your eyes wander to his dick, seeing how hard it was. It was long, veiny, thickâthe angry, red mushroom tip leaking pre-cum. It was everything youâve dreamed of and more. The way it curved made it stand up slightly, hitting his toned lower stomach just a bit. You gulped, running your tongue over your lower lip because of how dry it had suddenly become. At the glimpse of your tongue, his eyes darkenedâHenry straightening up.
With his powers, he brought you towards the couch without lifting a fingerâlaying you down carefully but kept your hands stuck in a way it felt like you were tied up. It was honestly hot. He pulled your panties down all the wayâit slightly clinging to your pussy because of how wet it was. Your heart pounded in your chest so hard to the point you were nervous Henry could hear it. He tossed it to the side without a second glance, Henry settling between your spread legsâstaring at your now bare cunt, feeling so exposed. You would feel self conscious, but by the way Henry stared at itâyou didnât feel any embarrassment. You bit your bottom lip, inhaling slowly, your chest lifting slightly as Henry kissing your inner thigh.
âLet me make it up to you,â he mumbled out, his hoarse voice laced with a slight hint of vulnerability. Did he feelâŠbad for the way he edged you before? That was impossible, no way! But before you could even say or think anything clearly, Henry continued kissing up your inner thigh towards your slick foldsâhis nose pressed against your clit as he kissed the center of your core. The feeling electrified you. You jolted ever so slightly, your hips jerking just the smallest bit, moaning softly. Your arms that were âtiedâ together above your head pulled against the force, wanting to entangle your fingers in his hair.
Henry kept his nose against your core, inhaling the smell of your arousal. He wanted to smell this scent everyday for the rest of his life. It was so mesmerizing, so blindingâjust everything he hadnât realized he was missing out on. The fact that this wetness was for him made him go crazy. Adrenaline pulsed through his veins as he finally stuck his tongue outâlicking a long strip up, getting a louder sound out of you. Every single sound, grunt, twitch you made him want to keep it on a record for him to play around the house when you were asleep. The way you looked when he lifted his eyes, seeing the way your eyes had fluttered shutâeyebrows pushed together and face twisted with pleasure made him want to take a billion photographs of this moment. Your reaction to his touch made him even more possessive over you. Just to get more sounds out of you, he let his tongue flick over your clitâknowing how the stimulation on the bundle of nerves would make you go crazy. He then retreated his tongue from your nub, going to town on eating you outâmaking you cry out, throwing your head back against the couch. Your hips jerked once more, grinding your pussy into his mouth as curses mixed with his name spilled out of your mouth, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your thighs squeezed his face as he then entered two fingers, thrusting in and out with a quick pace, licking your clit to the point of overstimulation. Henryâs thumb left indents on your soft, smooth legsâhis fingers hitting your g-spot once again.
âHenryâŠâ You mewled out, fireworks bursting behind your eyes as you archedâgetting close to your orgasm. This time Henry didnât deny your release, his invisible force ultimately letting go of your arms, your hands immediately gripping into his perfectly styled blond hairâmessing it up.
âCum for me now,â Henry growled against your cunt, finally letting go. You reached your climaxâwailing loudly, not caring at all about ruining the quiet peace that remained in the other rooms of the Creel Manor. But as you came all over his face, he still didnât stop pumpingâhelping you ride out your high. As he pulled away, sitting on his knees, his chin and lips covered in your slick and juicesâyour breath hitched at the sight. He was all for you. Henry stared down at you, your chest rising and falling quickly, the glassy look in your half lidded eyes, the small beads of sweat that rolled down your temple, the beautiful, rosy flush on your cheeks that he did.
You were like this because of him.
âHen, please. I need you in me.â You let out through breaths of air, as if you were running out of oxygen and Henry was the only air you could breathe. He then aligned his throbbing cock against your slit, rubbing the tip up and down your foldsâgathering your juices mixed with the bead of his pre-cum on it. You whimpered, forcing yourself to look at him even when you just wanted to close your eyesâfeeling Henry slowly entering your hole.
Because of how big he was, he stretched your cunt widelyâcausing for it to hurt for just a second, choking on air. Henry paused yet groaned as he bottomed out, not moving because he cared enough for not wanting to hurt you if you werenât adjusted yet. He didnât want you to not enjoy this.
âGod, youâre so tight,â he grunted out, standing on his knees, his hands holding your legs openâwatching your expression. Once you nodded that you were ready for him to continue moving, he didnât start slow. No, he pounding into you so hard the couch shook like it was on the edge of collapse. He filled every crevice of your pussy, not leaving you any room to breathe.
âNot GodâŠ.â You choked out. ââŠJust me, Hen.â And that somehow made him grit his teeth, rocking himself into you harder like he wanted to merge you both into one person. That way, he wouldnât have to be separated from you ever again. Pathetic. How pathetic, he thought again. He craved you. This magnetic pull you had on him was only increasing by the moment with each thrustâwith the way your gummy walls clenched around even ridge and vein of his hard dick. He stared at the look on your face, how it was contorted with euphoria, how tears ran down your face, how you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact with him, how your tits bounced with each roll that made his balls slap against your ass.
âThis is mine. Your body, your cunt, your mind, you are all mine,â Henry let out in a gravelly voice. âSay it!â
âYes! Yes, I am yours! You feel so good, I canât take it, Hen..!â You exclaimed, your voice sounding strangled. The way you said it made excitement course through his veins. He wanted to use you, take advantage of you, manipulate you for every single living moment of the rest of this pointless life humanity had the audacity to live. Maybe this was the purpose of a humanâs life. This delirious feeling of you squeezing around him like you wanted to milk every last ounce of what his cock could offer.
You stared at the way he gritted his teeth, the beads of sweat that rolled down his temple, and how the look on his face resembled something close to pleasure. The way your pussy hugged his cockâwelcoming it back in as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting so hard his tip kissed your cervix. You couldnât get enough of Henry Creel. He was like your own personal brand of heroinâmaking you more addicted by every little thing he did and said. He completely captivated you, the way you captivated him. Whenever he would make a guttural, throaty moanâit made your pussy ache even more for release.
But as soon as he found your g-spot again, this time with his member? You knew you werenât going to last. You whimpered so hard, you could feel it in your bones, utterly intoxicated by how easily he slipped in and out. How easily he could make you feel good. It was so agonizing, waiting for your second orgasm to crash down on you, but as soon as that high made its way backâyou croaked out. You had to grip onto something, but he was too far for you to reach. You gripped at the couch, hard enough to leave cat like scratches. Henry then let go of one of your legs, letting it rest on his shoulderâhis hand slipping between your bodies, thumb circling your clit tauntingly. The sensation you were feeling was overstimulating, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
âHenry..! Henry, iâm going to cum!â You sobbed out. âPleaseâŠâ
âPlease what?â He said in a low, raspy voiceâclenching his jaw as if he was holding back his own release to wait for you to come first, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he gripped onto your legs.
âLet me cum,â You pleaded, your voice cracking.
âThen let go,â He growled out, your second orgasm crashing down on you in an instantâarching into him, giving you the opportunity to finally reach for him and pull him down to feel his skin on yours. Henry helped you ride out your high by thrusting sloppily into your tight pussy, your arms wrapped around his backâhis the same as he pulled you into his chest. He then hammered into you three last times before he buried himself deep into you, spilling ropes of his hot, salty cum into youâmoaning in your ear.
As you both were exhausted, your legs feeling shaky like jellyâknowing you will be unable to walk properly, breathing ragged breaths, Henry carefully lifted himself off of you and pulled outâmaking your pussy feel empty all over again. The silence that fell over you two was comfortable as he just stared down at you, completely ruined because of his doing. The way his ejaculation spilled out of your pussy, staining the couch? The way your hair was completely messy and splayed all over the top of the couch? The way you were heaving, needing more air than this house could provide? The way you looked up at him like he an angel and a devil all at once? How he completely turned your life upside down even further with just his dick? He did that. That thought alone made him half hard again, your half lidded, red eyes widening slightly.
In that moment alone, Henry knew what you were thinkingâa devilish grin tugging at his lips. You thought you were done. You thought that you could go back to your little routine, and your little showerâacting like nothing happened. But this wasnât nothing. And he wasnât done.
So while the sun set outside, the comfortable evening turning to dusk was completely oblivious to what was going on inside this isolated manor of a home?
Henry let out a mocking statement that sent shivers down your spine, heat pooling back into your stomach.
âI donât have my dinner without dessert.â
