Title: Held After Midnight
Pairing: Henry Muck x Fem Reader
Genre: One shot smut (explicit 18+)
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, adultery, dirty talk, oral sex, sexual coercion, cussing, unprotected sex, golden shower, morally corrupted behavior
Notes: Henry is married to Yasmin in canon; Reader is fully in love with him. Henry is hypersexual and shamelessly takes what he wants. Includes finance jargons (shareholders, private equity, boardroom vibes).
Sir Henry Muck shows up already undone.
Not drunk — just exhausted in that particular way that makes him reckless. Jacket still on, hair a mess, eyes dark and unfocused like he’s been carrying something heavy all evening and finally decided to drop it at your feet. You don’t ask questions. You never do. You just step closer, hands lifting instinctively to smooth his hair back, and the sound he makes — low, involuntary — tells you everything you need to know. Henry was your boss and you were one of the employees but you were a special one as he has always been weak to your kindness. To being touched without expectation. His body leans into yours before his mind can catch up, breath warming your skin, want threading itself through relief in a way that feels dangerous and familiar all at once.
He exhales against you like the room is finally quiet.
“I’ve spent the entire evening smiling at people who don’t even like me,” Henry mutters, voice muffled when you draw him closer. “Private equity firms pretending they’re long-term thinkers. Shareholders demanding patience while sharpening knives behind my back.”
His hands slide to your waist without asking — familiar, entitled, tired.
“They want certainty,” he scoffs. “Returns. Predictability. As if any of that exists.”
You feel him tense when your fingers brush through his hair, the way they always do. That softness — it ruins him faster than any drink ever could.
“Do you know what my wife talked about tonight?” he continues, bitter amusement curling his mouth. “Optics. Appearances. Who was photographed with whom. She treats our marriage like a fucking merger. Sometimes I really wonder who the fuck did I marry? Not exactly complaining... We're sexually active”
A pause. Then, quieter — dangerous.
“No due diligence. No exit clause.”
You came closer as he sat on your bed and you stood in front of him. His forehead rested against the curve of your breasts, like he’s ashamed of how close he already is.
"It's alright Henry.. you can share anything with me.. I'm right here.. " you assured him.. running your fingers through his hair as he exhales against your warm breasts.
“I sit in boardrooms all day selling conviction,” he says. “Telling investors I believe in the long game. And then I come here and realise I don’t even believe in my own marriage.”
His thumb presses absent-mindedly at your hip, grounding himself.
“With you,” Henry admits, voice dropping, “there’s no strategy. No pitch deck. I don’t have to perform competence.”
He lifts his head then, eyes searching your face — greedy, conflicted, honest in a way he never is anywhere else.
“I want you,” he says plainly. No flourish. No apology. “Not in a this makes sense way. In a this will absolutely destroy my reputation way. As if my reputation isn't already fucked”
A bitter laugh.
“Which, frankly, is the most truthful thing I’ve felt all week.”
"Then take me.. I'm all yours.. take what is yours" you breathed pressing yourself against him..
"My needy little whore" teased Henry.. he knew you wouldn't mind.
His hand tightens, betraying him.
“I regret marrying Yasmin,” Henry adds, shameless now. “And I don’t regret sitting here with you. That should tell me something. Or maybe it already has.”
He leans in again — not kissing yet, just close enough that his breath ghosts your skin.
“Tell me to leave,” he murmurs.
“Or don’t. I’m catastrophically bad at walking away from bad investments.”
Midnight always found him unraveling.
Henry talked the way men did when the markets were closed and no one was recording—about shareholders who wanted blood, private equity firms circling like vultures, boards that smiled while sharpening knives. He spoke while pouring some wine in his glass and his jacket discarded somewhere on your floor, voice low, bitter, indulgent.
“Marriage,” he scoffed softly, thumb tracing the rim of the glass, “was meant to be a stabilizing asset. Turns out it’s the most illiquid thing I own. She manipulates me.. she doesn't exactly care about me”
And then he looked at you—really looked—like this was the only place he ever came to rest.
"Does your wife Yasmin know that you're here.. with me?" You asked him while still caressing him head on your chest..
"Fucks sake babe.. we're in.. we're in a pretty open relationship you know that and I don't think she cares about me that much to be bothered by who I'm fucking.. she knew who I am.. it's always an abuse of power when it comes to me in a relationship" henry scoffs.
You cupped his bearded cheeks and kissed him.. "You know I love you right....?"
"Yeah I know.. that makes you either stupid or reckless.. I don't know if I love you.. perhaps I'm too selfish.. fuck.. but I do want you.. I do want to fuck you so hard.. I do want to suckle on your tits and eat your wet pussy like it's my last meal that's what I know.." said Henry with a perverted smirk on his face which made you shiver a bit but you held him against your chest anyway.
"Do you fuck all your employees like this? Is it all the same with me or is it something different?" You asked..
"Nah.. not exactly.. because you really do love me.. silly little thing aren't you..? teased Henry.
"Fuck why you're still clothed? You know the beast in me who needs you completely naked" said Henry completely stripped off restraint..
"You first" you teased back..
Henry immediately started unbuttoning his shirt and you brushed your hands on his gorgeous abs...
Then you unzipped his trousers and took them off.. then his underwear.. Henry stood completely naked, unapologetic.
"Quite enjoying the sight aren't you love?" asked Henry.. not exactly mocking but in a playful tone..
Then Henry's reached the hem of your t-shirt as he pulled it off you.. then your trousers leaving you only in your bra and pants..
"Do you want me to tear them off you?" said Henry with a sinister smile on his face.
You nodded then kissed him...
Henry unclasped your bra.. and inhaled the scent of your bra wiping his face on it.. then he took your pant off.. and kissed it..
"mmm I needed this more than I need oxygen" he teased.
He lifted you up and placed you on the bed and hovered over you..
He pressed his lips against yours.. then his hands cupped your breasts.. lightly squeezing them.. his thumbs circled around both of your nipples.. they were already hardened..
"I need you Henry.. I want you" you moaned beneath him..
Henry was hard down there.. you could feel his bulge against your core.. you touched his hard cock..
"See what you've done to me... I need you so bad.. I need to be inside you.. I would rather die while I'm inside you" he whimpered
"No!! I will never let you die... Not while I'm alive" you protested.. and that turned him on even more.
He leaned his head on your breasts and buried his whole face on them.. breathing in you.. and then he latched his mouth on your left nipple..
He suckled hard on your breast.. as hungrily as a newborn baby.. then he shifted to the right one.. suckling on the right nipple with the same intensity.. as hungrily as he suckled on the left one.. your hands roamed all over his back fervently.. he was sweating.. and you loved it even more because of the sweat...
Henry's hand went between your legs.. reaching to your wet pussy..
"God you're dripping for me" said Henry.. moaning.. his thumb rubbed your wet core..
"I want you inside me" you almost begged..
Henry teased you by grazing his teeth on your neck then on your breasts which was clearly his most favourite spot.. and then he left trails of wet kisses on your breasts.. then your torso.. then around your navel.. then he went downwards... Until his mouth touched your core.. your felt his soft full lips right on your wet core.. you moaned in his touch.. Henry smirked at you between your thighs..
You spread your legs wider to give him the full access... His lips roamed over your inner thighs and then he kissed your wet cunt.. his tongue teasing your entrance.. Henry was incredibly good with his tongue.. he pushed it on your core just to generate the pressure to make you moan his name even louder..
Then he started eating you up there as if it was his last meal.. your fingers gently gripped the back of his head.. pushing his face even deeper into your core as he kept pleasuring your with his mouth.. his hands went upwards and he grabbed your breasts with both his hands squeezing them hard... You pulled him up on your breasts in a way his face got buried on right there again.. he craved that softness of your breasts more than anything..
"God I don't deserve you" he whimpered..
"I don't care about that.. I love you Henry.. I love you so much my chest aches for you.. and that's what matters to me" you said..
"Fuck.. I would be the death of you" said Henry..
"I wouldn't regret that" you replied..
"Now I want you inside me.. please Henry.. " you knew how pathetic you sounded but you didn't care anyway...
Henry didn't waste a second and thrusted inside you without any warning.. it made you gasp in pain and pleasure.. you grabbed Henry's broad shoulders as he inserted himself inside you.. it wasn't the first time he was inside you though but with Henry it always felt like the first time... He moved inside you fervently.. the last shred of self control left him completely..
"Fuck... I will do anything to fuck you like this and see that unwavering love you have for me in your eyes" he panted as he kept thrusting inside you making you grab the bedsheet..
His mouth kept suckling on your nipples and then kissing you alternatively..
"I love how you're so needy for me.. makes me want to spill inside your tight little pussy a thousand times" .. you know dirty talking was apparently Henry's love language..
"Ahhh go deeper.. ahhh just like that.. ahh right there.." you moaned as Henry's cock was hitting your G-spot..
Henry pinned your hands against the bed and increased the pace of thrusting inside you..
"Open your mouth" said Henry..
You did as he said...
He spat in your mouth just to see your reaction..
You swallowed it.. henry smiled at you.. there was an entitlement in his smile..
"You really are down bad for me.. aren't you? God what would I be without you?" he said..
"Keep kissing me.. " you moaned
He kept kissing you.. putting his tongue inside your mouth..
"Fuck I'm so close... I want to come" he groaned.
"Then come.. come inside me Henry" you moaned while kissing his neck..
"You want me to spill it inside you? are you sure? You know the pullout game isn't quite my strong suit" said Henry breathing heavily..
"Yes I want you to come inside me.. I want to feel all of it inside me" you said firmly.. reassuring him..
And after few more thrusts Henry could not hold it anymore and he came inside you.. and he collapsed on your breasts.. burying his face on your sweat slicked breasts... Both of you were exhausted.. you embraced his head against your breasts with your both arms.. pulling him even closer..
"I love you ... I love you Henry.. I love you.." you kept saying that for uncountable times..
"You're the only good thing in my life you know that?" said Henry... kissing the curve of your breasts...
You kept patting his head.. and he rested his face on your left breast and closed his eyes leaving a long sigh..
"I don't know if I'm in a right headspace to say this to you.. but you really humanize me.. when the entire world sees me as a sin, a scandal.. you see the part of me that nobody has ever seen.. you really make me feel so.. so vulnerable"
You kissed his forehead ..
"You know whenever I feel this much vulnerable.. what exactly I need to stabilize myself? Will you do that for me? " you knew what exactly Henry meant..
"Are you asking me to..." before you could complete the sentence Henry interrupted..
"yeah I need you to relieve yourself on me"
You stared at Henry with so much concern in your eyes..
"now?" You asked..
"Yes.. now.. it's a good habit to take a piss after sex.. " he teased..
Your thighs were still sticky with his cum..
Henry guided you to the loo.. both of you were completely naked.. you saw the wedding ring on his finger.. he never took it off..
"Please.. do this for my sake.. I need this more than you'll ever realise" said Henry.. with a desperate tone..
You cupped his cheeks first and then kissed him.. you kept kissing him while you started urinating on his thighs.. that undid him completely.. he had such a satisfied unravelling expression on his face while you were peeing on him..
After you completed urinating you hugged him..
"You're the purest soul I know" said Henry..
"Let me clean you up" you said.. feeling a bit embarassed.. you always felt embarassed after peeing on him even though you knew how much he craved it..
You washed his thighs and wiped him with a towel..
Henry was never familiar to this sort of aftercare.. it stirred his feelings..
Then you guided him back to your bedroom..
He rested his head down on your breasts and you wrapped you arms around him..
"Nothing's ever felt better than resting my head on your chest like this" he said .. "it really makes me forget that I'm surrounded by sharks when I'm not around you"
You hugged him tightly against your breasts..
"I need you right here Henry.. this is where you belong.. right on my heart" you said with an earnestness in your voice...
And it was already 3am ...
"God.. time really slips like quicksand with you" he murmured..
"You need some sleep now henry.. you have work tomorrow.." you said..
"yeah yeah yeah practically I have to make those shareholders bend for me" said Henry with his usual obscene sarcasm.. but you never flinched... You loved him for it.. you loved him for who he is..
He rested his face on your breasts and you kept running your fingers through his hair.. and that made his muscles relax.. he pressed his face even deeper into your breasts..
And within few minutes he got drowsy and he eyes closed.. you could feel his eyelashes on your bare chest.. and then he fell asleep on you.. his hair was messy.. his mouth open on your breasts.. after a while you felt something wet on your skin.. Henry's mouth was open and he was unconsciously drooling on your chest in his sleep.. that didn't make to hesitate.. you loved everything about him and kept embracing his head against your breasts..
"Sleep well baby.. you'll shine tomorrow" you whispered.. kissing on his temple..
Henry murmured something against your chest in his sleep.. that reassurance was enough for him to keep himself stable..
Eventually, his voice faded into quiet breaths, the sharp edges of him finally dulling as sleep took over. Henry’s weight settled against you, his head heavy on your chest, breath warm and uneven, like he’d run himself empty on the world and had nowhere else left to land. You stayed still, fingers tracing slow, absent patterns through his hair, listening to the city hum far away from you two. For once, Sir Henry Muck wasn’t performing, persuading, or consuming—just resting, vulnerable and unguarded, held after midnight by someone who asked for nothing in return.








