Could you do a Henry creel x Fem reader smut? Basically User is Dr. brenners biological daughter , and also a nurse who works in the lab and Henry and her love to sneak around ?
(Only if you want to you don’t have to of course!)
ENGINE LOGGED: "KEEP LOVE A SECRET!" 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃
REGISTERED DRIVER: lab orderly! henry creel!
INSPECTION REPORT: you’re brenner’s daughter and he’s the best orderly in hawkins lab— you weren’t supposed to have fun with him… but how could you resist? especially when he’s the needy one.
ⓘ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 SYSTEM OVERVIEW: 18+ CONTENT, fem! brenner daughter! nurse! reader, lab orderly! henry, handjobs, cum eating, thigh riding, dry humping, boob play, dirty talk, quickie, praise kink, hair pulling, maybe risky sex, soft! henry creel, henry a little bit ooc but it’s literally because he’s in love!
it always felt good to sneak around with him.
it was something risky about it that made your heart flip, it was fun to sneak around the lab with henry when the cameras weren’t beeping your way and have a little fun with him.
you two worked together; henry being an orderly to the the experimented-on kids inside the laboratory while you worked as a nurse in the infirmary and clinical wing, taking care of the kids when they got injured due to the challenges brenner made them participate in or got sick.
there was also the heightened risk to it of the fact that you were brenner’s only biological child, the one he didn’t want to experiment on and the only child he was willing to have.
to this day, you don’t know how it began with henry— with this whole relationship.
but with the space that confined you two, the chemistry between the both of you that neither of you could deny, and the fact that you two were the few employees at the laboratory that met with one another more often, it was eventually going to boil over.
you began sneaking around with him earlier in the year, taking it in closets and blind spots that the cameras couldn’t pick up. sometimes henry dragged you to the boiler room, other times to an empty observation room.
your heart pumped faster (and your pussy got wetter) every single time henry gave you that specific look, the look in the hallway that screamed ‘I need you really really badly!’
henry is always able to come up with a easy excuse to run away for a few minutes, bringing in a new orderly into the rainbow room to sneak off.
he took a few minutes before he excused himself from the rainbow room, swinging open the door and stepping into the corridor, holding his head in faux pain.
one of the other orderlies came up to him, arms behind his back. “you okay, one?” the voice calls out to him as his shoes squeaked against the tile of the corridor.
he turns around, walking backwards slowly as he nods, giving a thumbs up. “all good, just a little headache… going to get it checked out and get some medicine real fast! watch the experiments for me.”
the orderly on the other side of the hall nodded and stepped into the rainbow room, watching as the thirteen experimented-on kids did whatever they did in the room; play with the tools disposed to them, read the books that brenner approved of them to read, and talk amongst themselves. it was a break between the experiments.
henry doesn’t walk too fast— he doesn’t want to look too eager for a man with a “headache”, he doesn’t need anyone suspecting him of anything or to report his whereabouts to brenner and get him caught and punished with an intense round of psychic testing. he moves with that eerie calmness that he had, one hand on his forehead to remain the faux headache appearance and his other hand behind his back, posture straight and his expression blank.
But the moment he reaches the first hallway that the camera in the corner is dragged to the other side, he smirks to himself.
you were busy restocking supplies in their respective cabinets when you hear the infirmary door unlock and swing open, looking over your shoulder and seeing him very gently, and with that sly look on his face, step into the place.
“henry?” you blink, putting the bottles down on the counter. “what are you doing—”
he cuts out off, his voice mundane. “i have a headache.” he announces, a little too flatly even for him.
you stare at him like he’s stupid; he stares at you right back. its silence between the two of you before you raise an eyebrow, putting a hand on your hip. “a headache?” you question him.
he nods. “terrible.” he makes sure to say, emphasizing it dramatically. “it’s absolutely debilitating.”
you press your lips together, trying to fight the smile from appearing on your face, shaking your head. “uh-uh.” you fold your arms on your chest, right under your breasts. “and you need me to examine you?”
he steps closer— close enough to you that your breath catches. “who else would i want?” he asks, his shoes clicking against the tile floor of the infirmary. it was warmer than anywhere else, it was a lot… nicer, if that’s able to paint the picture.
you roll your eyes even if your pulse is jumping. “you are very impossible.” you tell him.
“and you’re stalling.” he murmurs, his eyes so shamelessly looking down at your lips then down at your breasts, mouth watering at the idea of unbuttoning that damn nurses’ shirt and getting a taste of those breasts of yours.
you try, you really try to remain professional with the man as you gesture towards the exam table. “sit down, big boy.” you tell him, being playful with him compared to the other experiments— maybe it’s because he’s the only experiment who’s been sticking his dick in you for the last year and a half.
he does what you tell him, sitting down on the table as you grab a clipboard and steps towards you.
you get a little close to him, near the manspreaded display of his legs as you speak. “so, what are your symptoms, henry?”
“it’s pounding… very persistent… too lingering.” he says, his voice low, looking at you as you don’t even try to write on the clipboard, instead dropping your arm down and the clipboard hitting your hips.
“oh really? where exactly?” you ask him.
he leans forward, taking the clipboard out of your hand and wrapping his fingers around your wrist. before you knew it, your hand was pressing against his crotch in his white jeans, right where you can feel something very prominent, thick and definitely not a headache. right when he places your hand on his bulge, the camera twitches and turns to the other side of the infirmary.
your face heats up, breath hitching at your hand placement. his hand is bigger than yours as you attempt to tug your hand away and he’s able to keep it there. you swallow in a breath albeit the next breath that leaves your mouth is a shaky exhale.
“h-henry…” you mutter, looking up at him with a little glassy look in your eyes as he rubs your hand up and down his crotch.
he tilts his head. “what?” he asks oh so innocently, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing, making sure the camera locks in the other side. “is this not how you diagnose something?” he asks you.
you groan, bringing your other hand up to his shoulder, letting his hand move your own hand. “someone might… someone might come by and catch you…” you warn him, your mouth slightly agape as you look down at him.
“not if we’re fast.” he tells you, leaning in and pressing a kiss on your jaw. “besides, the camera is on the other way… and i’ll delete the footage when i pass by that room.”
you groan as he kisses down your jawline. you want to keep up the demenor… but you fail to. his kisses just feel too good, quiet moans leaving your mouth as he lets go of his hand, taking upon yourself to begin to quickly undo the zipper, unbuckling his belt as well and grabbing his cock.
wrapping your fingers around his thick cock, you pull it through his white pant’s fly, revealing it to you. right as you do that, henry unbuttons the buttons of your nurse top, pressing chaste kisses down your chest.
he whimpers when your hand squeezes his cock as you get a good grip on him, beginning a slow speed as you drag your hand up and down him. “oh fuck… baby… you feel so good…” he mutters, ripping open your shirt and pulling down your bra.
you gasp softly when his right hand cups your breast, his other hand wraps behind your neck, bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, his tongue pressing against your tongue.
moaning against his lips, you mutter out his name. “henry… fuck..” you warn weakily, fingers shaking around his cock as you try to continue a pace, but god he feels so good.
and he smiles— dark, sweet, possessive, and the slightly brokenness that was always attached to him. “there’s no headache.” he admits softly, as if it was a shocker there was never a headache. “I just wanted to see you… see this pretty body of yours…”
your heart melts and your thighs clench. “well clearly you’re getting that— ahhhh.” you get cut off when his fingers pinch at your nipple, circling your nipple after pinching it.
before you knew it, he bent down, wrapping both arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. he places you in his lap, backing up on the table to leave both of you more room as your knees dig into the table, straddling him.
“there you go… give me more access to these…” he mutters, rubbing both of your breasts before tilting his head down, kissing the top of your right breast. he holds the boob in his hand as he shifts it upwards, locking his mouth around your nipple as he swirls his tongue.
your left hand remains stroking his cock, your right hand’s fingers move into his blonde strands, tugging at them and forcing his mouth off your boob.
he looks up at you and feels your lips against his, sloppy and passionate, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip as your hips involuntarily rub against his left thigh.
henry groans at feeling you grind against his thigh, nodding as your lips capture his’ again, your fingers messaging the back of his head where his hair covers your hand. “keep doing that, hun.” he murmurs. “ride my thigh— god you’re so pretty for me.”
you follow his orders, kissing him harder as you jerk him faster and faster, hand becoming a little sloppier. your hips brush against his thigh, beginning a consistent speed.
“henry… oh- oh fuck! h-henry… s’so good.” you slur your words, feeling his lips against yours, muffling your sounds.
his right hand squeezes your right breast, his left hand wrapping around your waist and encouraging your hips to continue. he presses a kiss on your chin, his hand on your waist slipping onto your ass.
he can feel his cock twitch closer and closer to his orgasm, his groans vibrating off your skin as the room is filled with the sweat of both of you, the moans leaving your mouth and the groans leaving his.
“henry… henry… henry… oh fucking h-hell.” you moan, grinding harder as you yourself get closer to your orgasm, feeling his hand switch from your right breast to your left, squeezing and pinching at your nipple.
kissing down your neck, he nudged his thigh upwards in a way that made your back arch. “so desperate for my thigh are you? can’t get my dick so you get the second best thing…” he guesses, squeezing your ass cheek again.
“s-shut up.” you shoot back, leaning your head back as both of his hands squeeze different parts of your body. “y-you’re the desperate one…”
“two things can be true at once, darling.” he whispers. “you can be desperate for me and I can be desperate for you… at least the feeling is mutual.”
a blissful sigh escapes his throat as he feels your hand jerk up and down faster and faster, huffs leaving your throat as you bring him close to his orgasm. “c’mon baby.” he encourages, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear as he squeezes both of your breasts. “make me cum… make me cum all over your hand.”
hearing his words and feeling his tongue against your ear, you didn’t stop your hand movements— how could you as you rode his thigh harder as the examination table squeaked under you.
and in perfect unison, as you hit your orgasm against his thigh, he reaches his orgasm in the palm of your hand.
henry rolls his eyes back as well as leaning his head back as ropes and ropes of cum sprawl and shoot out of the tip of his dick, shooting upwards and around in different areas. it lands on your hand, his jeans, your wrist, also landing on the examination table and dripping to the ground as your own cum remains in your panties.
you bit his neck to stop yourself from moaning too loudly, bouncing on his thigh to extend your high, cumming directly in your panties as you feel it become a little stickier. “oh godddd, henry…” you moan against his shoulder, hands shaky and not being able to jerk him off anymore, hand feeling a little sticky from his semen.
henry grins as he watches you overstimulate yourself on his thigh, lifting the hand around his cock and bringing it up to your own mouth. “go on, sweetheart, let me see you lick it… lick my cum off your hand.”
looking down at your hand and looking back at him, you stick out your tongue and press it against your own hand, licking up his cum right off your hand. you swallow his tongue, the salty taste on your tongue and lingering on the back of your throat as you lick your hand clean as henry holds it to you.
he watches you, breathless as his right hand recollects your breasts into your bra, fixing it for you. “have I ever told you that you’re gorgeous?” he asks, leaning down and pressing a kiss down to your forehead.
getting your hand clean even if it’s still a little sticky, you look up at him and begin to fix the buttons on your shirt, watching him fix his pants and fly. “henry… you’ve told me that plenty of times.”
he shrugs, kissing your lips. “well it’s true.” he mutters against your lips. “you’re a very gorgeous girl.”
you roll your eyes and press against your clothing to fix it, to make it look less messy and less… fucked. you fix your hair, patting it down as henry gets off the examination table.
“don’t get so flirty with me, henry.” you tell him, smacking the back of his thigh— you heard him chuckle as he swats your hand away. “now go. don’t get in trouble.”
he nods, looking out the door to make sure no one else is around before he turns around, stepping out. “yes ma’am.” he says before he disappears down the hall.
after he leaves the infirmary, it confirms it to you— yeah. sneaking around with henry, being your fathers back was definitely too much fun to stop.
now how could you sneak him out the labs and into your bed is the better question!
click here for main masterlist! 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃
AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, he’s such a red flag but i need him so so badly. he’s the only red flag character in stranger things i actually like. i can’t describe but henry is a hotter red flag than billy (he was never that hot anyway)
thank you for all the support in every way possible! all support is very much appreciated! all content created on this blog is mine, do not copy or sent it through ai!
created by... nobodys-s0n! ™
