Golden Brown
Henry Creel/Mr Whatsit x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Smut & Fluff, p in v, no protection, creampie, use of pet names (vanilla tho), past trauma,
(sub!Henry Creel btw)
Word Count: 2k
Summary: (S5) You have been dating Henry for a few months. You know his secrets/plot. Henry leaves the house for the day, but gives you a golden night gown as a gift. He returns that night and things get steamy.
A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first ever fic… super exciting! I’ve read fan fiction for years and I’m an avid writer, but I never thought of publishing. On my page I’ll be writing music inspired fanfics for all fandoms. (Requests open). Hopefully this is the start of something cool!🫶
♫ Inspired by The Stranglers “Golden Brown” (1981) ♫
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The golden sun slowly crept through the antique window sills. The smell of fresh linen, the sound of bird singing, and the scent of spring flowers flooded through the room. Morning had arrived; however, you weren’t particularly looking forward to it. You weren’t really a morning person no matter how beautiful it was. Life was so comfortable wrapped in the sheets—it was perfect wrapped in the sheets of his bed.
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Henry, your boyfriend of 2-3 short but lovely months, had shared his mind with you and welcomed you into his home—and his heart.
You first met Henry in the lobby of your apartment in Hawkins. He startled you at first, wearing his classy brown suit with his black hat and round glasses. You both talked for a bit and there was an instant connection. Henry was addicted.
After a few weeks of chatting almost every day, Henry began to trust you. He realized you weren’t one to scare easily and you too weren’t fond of the way the world worked. The rules. The order. The repetition. The conformity.
One night, You invited Henry into your apartment in Hawkins. He was a little nervous about it but agreed anyway. You both spent the night chatting about hobbies, music, food, etc… but you felt Henry wasn’t telling you everything—you knew he was holding back. So you asked for the full truth. He hesitated but eventually told you everything. His plot, the upside down, the mindflayer, his power, and so much more.
He also told you about his childhood and what happened in the caves of Nevada. That night, you saw a grown man cry. The sophisticated exterior Henry put up cracked. And in those cracks, you found a way to his heart. The child on the inside could finally be seen and loved. And once Henry let you in, he’d make sure never to let you go.
You vanished from Hawkins that night.
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Fast forward to now, you layed tangled in his bed. Instinctively you rolled over to put your hands on his warm chest. Usually he was there but today he wasn’t. You raised your head a bit—hair looking as if it had gone through hell—and saw an empty bed. The smell of him was all that lingered and it saddened you. But then something caught the corner of you eye. A golden piece of silk, folded, with a letter atop it sat on the vanity desk across the room.
Rolling out of bed with one of Henry’s loose t shirts clinging to the curves of your body. Your bare feet padded across the creaky cold floorboards and stopped at the golden cloth. Gently you picked it up revealing an elegant nightgown and the note:
Darling,
Something came up. I won’t be back until this evening. Hopefully this can bring comfort to you while I’m away. I wish I could be there. I promise to return as soon as I can.
Love,
Henry ♡
A smile spread across your face as you brushed your fingers over his handwriting. That sense of sadness began to fade. You then turned your focus back to the gown.
The gown was golden and looked of royalty. It had a texture of sunshine, soft and silky. It smelled like honey and like him. It was perfect! You slipped it over your body and it felt as if it had been hand crafted specially for you. It hugged your body like an unspoken promise. A vow.
You decided to begin the day—making the bed, washing your face, and getting something to eat. Throughout the day you decided to get some much needed housework done. Dusting, vacuuming, laundry, etc… But every now and then your thoughts drifted to him.
Ever since Henry opened up about his life, you couldn’t help but think about his childhood. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts be preoccupied by the fact that he was only a kid when his life changed. How he went through serious trauma, was turned into a lab rat, then into what most call a “monster”.
You wanted nothing more than to love all of him—especially the parts that nobody ever did. He wasn’t a monster to you.
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Later that night, you found yourself lying on the plush couch with some tea. The golden nightgown still wrapped around your body. Under the vintage lights of the living room, your nightgown became an even richer color of gold—it made you look sexy.
You were quietly reading a book when you heard the front door open. You continued to read and sip your tea as you heard rustling over by the door. A shadow grew around the corner until you caught him in the corner of your eye. He was stripped of his jacket, hat, and his glasses. Henry looked tired and stressed, yet somehow excited to see you as if he was expecting something.
You closed the book and put your tea down as he approached you. You shifted your body on the couch to let him in. He didn’t hesitate to join you as he allowed his body to fall face first into the plush couch.
“Mmm” He grumbled into pillows as you shimmied closer to spoon his body.
Rubbing his back you whispered, “You wanna talk about your day?”
“It was fine.” He flatly replied.
“Doesn’t sound fine.”
He paused and turned to face you, “It was just a lot. Kids, plotting, planning, and everything else.” He slowly started to caress and rub small circles on your arm “We have a guest joining us tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” You asked while raising an eyebrow.
“Her name is Holly. She’s a sweet child. I think you’ll like her.” Henry softly spoke before you began to comb your hands through his meticulous hair. You could feel Henry start to relax into the couch and into your love.
“Well… I can’t complain with what you’ve brought into this house thus far.” You said while looking down.
Henry’s eyes followed yours scanning the golden robe. “It looks beautiful on you baby. Absolutely stunning.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm absolutely.” He growled as his hands began to feel you and the gown up.
“So?” He asked.
“So what?” You questioned.
“What’s your answer?” He replied.
“Answer to what?” You questioned again.
A puzzled look grew on Henry’s face. A look of confusion and misunderstanding. Then he understood. “Ohh… you didn’t find it.” He knowingly said. Meeting your confused eyes, “look in your pockets.”
Still confused, you reached your hands into the silky pocket and felt something small, hard, and round. You pulled it out and swore your heart stopped beating.
A ring.
You were speechless. Completely without words. Even if you tried to form a sentence, your throat caught any attempt to. Your eyes blown, met his again. His deep blue ocean eyes were ones you felt yourself drowning in—and you allowed yourself to drown into them, into him.
“Baby…” he spoke softly. “I know we haven’t know each other for long and I know this is probably unexpected but-“
“Yes” you gasped.
No more words needed to be said. You slid the ring onto your finger and pulled him into the warmest hug. He reciprocated and held you tight. You felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing deep and low, his body aching into your touch.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
Pulling back to see all of you, a few tears rolled down Henry’s face. A wave of happiness and the purest form of love overcame him. He didn’t hesitate; he put both hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You molded into him. Your hands found refuge in his golden locks. The kiss was so deep and overflowing with love. You were his and he was yours.
After a while of embracing each other, you pulled back a bit. Henry looked absolutely ruined—hair stuck up in different directions, tie untucked, lips swollen, eyes heavy. You could eat him up alive.
You crawled forward and wrapped your hand around his wool red tie. Pulling him to sit up, you whispered in his ear, “Bedroom. Now.”
Snarling under his breath, Henry rose with a sense of hunger. He ran his hand through his hair before following closely behind you. Giggles filled the hallways and stairwell as you both hustled up to the bedroom. You barely crossed the threshold of the bedroom before he grabbed your waist— twisting you to face him and backing you into the nearest wall.
“Fuck. What you do to me…” He whispered.
You both crashed your lips into each other. Unlike the last kiss, this was rough. It was hard and aggressive. Teeth clashing with one another as you pushed him backwards. His legs caught the edge of the bed and he fell backwards with a whimper.
You crawled over him—straddling his hips and fusing your core to his. Your golden robe draped over his brown vest. The golden brown mixed as you began to rock on him.
The bulge in his pants harden with every passing second. Every rock against him ignited a breathy whine from his lungs. His sounds made you wild.
You grabbed his tie and pulled another quick kiss before unbuttoning his vest and stripping him of his shirt. His chest was smooth as you leaned to place kisses on it.
Lowering yourself by his legs. You worked on his belt—popping the metal clasp before tucking your hands under the hem and pulling his pants off. Henry laid in only his underwear. You stroked your hand on his bulge through the thin fabric. Henry moaned deeply, “please”
Wasting no time, you pulled his fabric down. His dick sprung free and slapped against his stomach. The sight was so incredibly sexy it made your insides flip and flutter.
Licking your bottom lip, you leaned forward placing soft kisses to it.
The flat of your tongue ran up his shaft pausing at the top. Then you took the tip in your mouth and Henry moaned—his moan vibrated through his body making him twitch. You slowly began bobbing your head up and down his length.
Henry progressively made more noises as you picked up the pace. He was struggling. He was struggling to maintain control. Suddenly he grabbed your hair pulling you up. “Stop” He gasped. “I need to be in you.”
A salivated grin spread on your face, “what do say?”
“Please!” He wined.
As much as you liked maintaining control over him, his whimpers made it hard to keep it. His sounds chipped away at that control. Nevertheless, you stayed resilient, “good boy.”
You rose a bit and slowly slipped the golden nightgown off your shoulders. You then took off all undergarments and kneeled bare before him. You moved upward and hovered over his length. Stroking it a few times and running it through your slick folds. Your wet heat made him moan again.
You couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed down on him. In unison you both cried out. His length felt at home wrapped around your velvety walls. After a few moments of adjusting to him, you began to sliding up and down.
“Honey you feel so good” his voice was weak, “so amazing.”
You moaned in response. Picking up the pace you rolled your hips on him. The bedroom was hot and smelled like sex. You again met his lips for yet another kiss. You felt a coil inside pulling tighter and tighter. Tingles grew across your body. You weren’t going to last much longer and you hoped he was close too.
As if he read your thoughts, Henry moaned, “I’m so close”
“Me too!”
Only a few seconds passed before you gripped his shoulders—nails imprinting crescent moons into his skin. The pressure mixed with pain made him whimper. It wasn’t long before you both snapped.
Fireworks from within lit the match and exploded within you. A cold but lovely shiver shocked your body. The climax was so unbelievable.
Henry wasn’t far behind. Hand gripping you hips as he lost control trying to thrust up into you. He cried out as thick ropes of cum shot into you. Collapsing on his chest, he embraced you by wrapping his arms around your soft body.
After a few long minutes he softened and slid out of your warmth. You both kissed and snuggled deeply into the covers.
The golden nightgown tossed on the floor, Henry spooning you from behind, and a ring around your finger—what more could you ask for?
This was the start of a perfect life with him.
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Like I said, requests are open if you want more Henry Creel fics, Stranger Things stuff, or whatever!