Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Henry x male reader

You knew you were just trying to come with excuses to have to go into your bosses office, but it didn't matter. Besides, wasn't being self-aware a little less worse than being completely oblivious? You knocked on Henry's door, waiting for a response. Your best excuse? You couldn't find the right tool to unscrew foxy's main chest plate. It was pretty decent. A little sloppy, but it would get you what you wanted.

"Come in!" A cheerful voice called. Oh, Henry's voice. It was deep and warm and had a certain gruffness to it. You felt yourself shiver with anticipation. Opening the door, you walk in to see Henry sitting in his desk chair, making another lazy spin. He smiles as you walk in and grabbed the lip of the desk to stop the chair from spinning. "Y/N, how can I help you?" Henry always called his employees by their first names, that or opting to call them 'kid'. It was cute.

"Ah, I just couldn't find the right screw driver to remove Foxy's chest plate. It's like it disappeared." You explained. You couldn't help but sound so phony. It didn't help that looking at Henry made your heart ache. He had long blond hair that sat in gentle waves and curled around his ears. His eyes were green, a beautiful, vibrant green. His face was constantly set in a comfortable smile and framed with a scruffy, short beard. Breathing became difficult.

"Oh no! That's alright... don't worry about it, everything can get done with time." Henry said to you. He stood up, he was maybe just six foot. He walked around the side of the desk and up to you. Your limbs felt numb and your eyes felt watery as your throat closed with lustful excitement. It was wrong, you knew it was, but you couldn't help it. All everybody talked about was William Afton, the rich, British playboy, and co-owner of the restaurant. But you didn't get the hype. Henry, though, was delicious. He was soft, and gentle, and his voice was the type that made it hard to keep your eyes open.

"Oh yeah... I guess so." You mumbled, looking up at him with drooping eyes. You're heart was either racing, or barely beating and you couldn't tell which because your whole chest felt tight.

"You're a good kid, you know? So ambitious." Henry cooed and he reached up and cupped your cheek. Your heart throbbed. You closed your eyes as you melted into the calloused warmth of his palm. You felt your pants tightening around your hips. Without even thinking about it, you reached out and put your hands on the curve of Henry's soft waist. He hummed, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "Such a curious boy." He whispered.

"I'm 22." You blurted, thoughts were barely gracing your brain before you said them.

"Oh I'm sorry. A curious man, hm?" Henry teased, bringing his other hand up to hold your head in both of his hands. He moved in closer to you, the heat from his body radiated against your's and then he was flush against you. The top of your head was just level with his nose. You were staring right at his chin.

"Oh god, don't tease me, please." You begged, breathlessly. You ground against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and ducked your face to press it under his chin. A hoarse moan escaped him and he kept pushing you back towards the door. You hit the wall right beside it and he reached over to twist the lock.

"I wouldn't dream of teasing you. You know what I want, don't you? Are you alright with this?" Henry mumbled into your hair, grasping a fistful of it at the nape of your neck. You mewled and nodded, your chest ached. "If you insist." He whispered, stooping down and grasping the back of your thighs with both of his large hands. You moaned desperately and he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his back. You tightened them around him, groaning as you pressed your bulge against his stomach. Henry looked up and pressed his lips to your neck, in the soft area under your ear and behind your jaw. Your head fell back against the wall as he hungrily sucked at it.

"Oh god... Oh!" You cried out, your voice breaking.

"Yes, just keep moaning like that, Y/N... mph, just like that." Henry huffed pressing you against the wall, his breath tickled your skin. You're muscles felt weak and your fingers were loosening. He let your body fall a couple inches so that he could grind against your clothed ass. You didn't imagine him ever acting like this, so feral and hungry.

"Ohh! Mmm, Henry..." You pleaded, your stomach aching with pleasure. You bucked your hips as best as you could into his stomach. It felt so good. So beyond good. Henry was a heavier set man and that made this all the more enjoyable. It would be hard to keep his mouth shut whenever people talked about William Afton from now on.

Henry tucked a hand beneath you and then, with his other, he undid his pants, pulling them down a little ways to release his erection. He set you down, your legs nearly crumpled under your weight. He undid your pants next, letting them fall around your ankles and you managed to kick them off. He undid the top few buttons of your work shirt, pushing it from your soft shoulders. He smiled at you, his cheeks red. You smiled softly back at him, panting and needy. He picked you back up, and pressed you against the wall again, but this time, your hips were angled and you felt him prod against your hole.

"Do you feel me, kid? All because of you." He moaned in your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut and you bit your lip, wanting to sink onto his dick, to feel your walls clamp around him. You whined, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. Fingered at your lips, his middle and ring finger trying to wiggle past. You opened your mouth and he stuck them in, you felt them fill your mouth and it was hard not to bite down. Saliva flooded you and dripped down the corner of your lips as you tongued in between his fingers. Henry hummed, pulling them from your mouth and bringing them to your ass. They were cold by the time they slipped past your entrance. You grit your teeth as your held fell back against the wall. Henry nodded slowly as his finger plunged deep into you, until they reached the base. You were already panting, your legs losing grip around his hips. He bent his fingers inside of you, dragging down your walls as you moaned, throwing your head back against the wall. Drool poured down your chin as you panted.

Henry pulled the fingers nearly out until just the tips were remaining in your hole and when he shoved the back in, he snuck his pointed finger in with them. You screamed, Henry bit his lip, shushing you gently as he finger fucked you, bringing them out and thrusting them back in. You thought you were going to cum. You were so sure you were going to cum, your dick twitched and your abdomen tightened, you could feel the liquid rushing through you, but he pulled his fingers out and wrapped his fist around your dick, suppressing everything going on inside. You gasped, arching off the wall as your climax was interrupted. Henry looked at you apologetically before pulling you down. He moaned softly, looking up at the ceiling as you were slowly being pulled onto his cock. You felt yourself clamping down around him, swallowing him. He switched arms, moving his right one under your body and his left one came up to clamp around your dick again.

Your eyes watered as you panted, with a massive thrust pushing you against the wall, he was hilt deep inside of you. He paused and you panted, feeling as if he were in your stomach. You pressed a limp hand against your stomach, feeling him in there. You took a shuddering breath as he slowly pulled out and thrust back in. You weren't going to make it, not like this. You moaned, suppressing a scream as his pace began to pick up. You needed to cum, everything was aching in the most amazing way. You thought you were going to explode. You cried out, feeling your body beginning to shut down. He pulled his hand away again and you immediately came, feeling it splatter across your chest.

"Henry!" You screamed, but he kept going, his breathing was hoarse and it made him seem all the more sexy. Lust poured from you like a living thing and you could barely contain yourself. You hung limply as he fucked you raw, seemingly plunging deeper into you. Every time he brushed past your prostate you whimpered as it was the only noise you were capable of making.

"Oh fuck... kid... ah Y/N...!" Henry groaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, panting down your chest. You shivered, feeling beyond overstimulated.

"Cum, cum Henry, please!" You begged, desperate for the feeling of him releasing deep inside of you. You've always wanted this. He pounded into you and then paused, moaning. You felt your stomach cramp and you knew he released into you. You grit your teeth again, moaning through them, squeezing your eyes shut. He didn't pull out of you, instead, he walked back to his desk, still holding you against him and sat down in the chair, allowing you to relax and crumple against him. He was still in you, filling you up and swarming your entire existence, but at least the blood could return to your legs.

'