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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, explicit. This is extremely long! I'm so sorry (or not ;) )

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢—𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

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"Yoohoo!" Cisco shouted, his voice filled with excitement, as he turned to give you a high five.

"Well done, Barry!" you said through the comms, your tone full of admiration.

Barry had just managed to catch yet another meta-human causing trouble in Central City. It was always a relief when a mission ended successfully, and this one was no different.

"Now, get back here so we can all head home for Christmas!" Cisco added, a playful urgency in his voice.

You leaned back in the chair behind the Cortex controls, letting out a contented sigh as you took a sip from your steaming cup of hot cocoa. "That was a great mission," you said, a satisfied smile on your face. The team had really pulled together, and it felt good to see it all come together so smoothly.

"Yeah, but I'm exhausted," Cisco admitted, his voice dropping a little. "I just want to go home and spend Christmas with Gypsy."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of Gypsy. "Oh, she's coming!" you exclaimed, genuinely thrilled for him. "That's great, Cisco. You deserve it."

Cisco grinned, his face softening with a dreamy smile. "Yeah, things are going great between us," he said, a faraway look in his eyes as if picturing her. His happiness was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "What about you?" he asked, his gaze shifting towards Harry, who was in the other room, absorbed in tinkering with a piece of technology.

You followed his gaze, your heart warming at the sight of Harry, so focused on his work yet so comfortable in the environment your team had built together. A soft, affectionate smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"Might not be easy to date the Grinch," Cisco teased, his voice laced with light sarcasm as he nodded toward Harry, who seemed oblivious to the conversation.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle, nudging him playfully on the arm. "Hey, he’s not that bad," you said, though the fondness in your voice betrayed you. It was true that Harry wasn’t the easiest person to understand, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worth it.

"Oh, Y/N, come on, he never wants to celebrate Christmas with us!" Cisco protested dramatically, his hands raised as if pleading with you.

It was true. Harry had never been particularly fond of the holiday. He had his reasons, deeply personal ones that he rarely talked about. Christmas had always been a painful reminder of all the losses he’d endured, the sadness that seemed to cling to that time of year like an unshakeable shadow. You understood. You didn’t hold it against him.

"It’s okay," you replied softly, your voice playful but with an edge of affection. "As long as he celebrates with me."

Your words hung in the air for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. It wasn’t a secret, but the way you said it made it feel like one. There was something you hadn’t told Cisco, something that made your heart flutter just a little at the thought.

Cisco paused, his expression shifting as he tried to decipher your tone. He studied you closely, eyes narrowing in thought, before a slow grin crept across his face. "Oh ho ho, you’ve got plans for tonight, don’t you?" he teased, his voice turning smug as if he’d just solved a great mystery.

You didn’t answer him outright. Instead, you leaned back in your chair and hid your smile behind your mug of hot cocoa, pretending to take a casual sip. The warmth of the drink didn’t compare to the warmth in your chest, but it was enough to mask the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Cisco was grinning now, clearly satisfied with his discovery, but you weren’t about to confirm or deny anything. Yes, you had plans for tonight. You had something special in mind for Harry. Despite his usual distance and the quiet sadness that seemed to surround him during Christmas, you were determined to do something to lift his spirits.

It wasn’t until evening that you finally put your plan into action. The rest of the team had gone home, leaving Star Labs unusually quiet. The hum of machinery was absent, and in the dim, almost serene silence, the only light that remained came from a few twinkling strands of garland decorating the lab. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the metal surfaces and cast gentle shadows around the room, creating an atmosphere that felt peaceful and intimate.

You made your way through the building, your footsteps echoing softly on the cold floors. Eventually, you reached the lounge, where Harry was sitting. He was sprawled out on the leather couch, casually reading a book, his posture relaxed but his face, as always, a little distant. This room had only recently been rediscovered during one of your aimless walks around the lab, a part of the building that had been abandoned after the particle accelerator explosion. Caitlin had taken it upon herself to decorate the space for Christmas, stringing up some garland and placing a small tree in the corner. It wasn’t much, but it added a touch of warmth and cheer to the otherwise stark surroundings.

Harry had settled there because he enjoyed the peace, the quiet solitude away from the bustle of the main lab. As he continued reading, completely absorbed in his book, he didn’t notice you at first. But then, just as he turned a page, the soft sound of the door opening broke his concentration. Harry looked up from his book, his brow furrowing in mild surprise as he saw you standing in the doorway. He had expected you to be out celebrating Christmas with friends or family, not here, in Star Labs.

"Hey," you greeted, your voice warm yet cautious as you took a few steps closer to where he sat on the leather couch.

You were wearing a long, elegant coat, its soft fabric brushing against your legs as you walked, and a pair of heels that clicked with every step you took. Harry couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, your makeup perfectly applied, highlighting the softness of your features. He felt his chest tighten slightly, a feeling he couldn’t quite place stirring in him. 

You looked like you were about to head out for a night of celebration, and for a moment, he felt a pang of something unfamiliar. He knew how much you loved Christmas—the decorations, the cheer, the joy that came with the season. It was something you always embraced with a kind of childlike wonder. He, on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to feel the same way. The thought of being alone with his memories on Christmas made the idea of celebrating feel out of reach. But seeing you like this, with that look in your eyes, made him feel guilty. He wanted to be able to share in that joy with you, but he wasn’t sure how.

"Hey," Harry replied, his voice lower than usual, a bit rough from disuse. "Are you headed somewhere?" he asked, the question hanging between you, his curiosity genuine but tinged with a touch of hesitation.

You adjusted the collar of your coat, a small nervous gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by him. Your confidence seemed to waver, and Harry couldn’t help but wonder what was on your mind. It was a side of you he wasn’t accustomed to seeing.

For a moment, you stood there in silence, your gaze flicking between him and the dimly lit room, unsure of how to continue. You had imagined this moment, visualized it in your mind a dozen times, but now that you were here, standing in front of him, doubts crept in. What if he thought it was too much? What if he found your gesture foolish or out of place? What if he didn’t appreciate it?

You cleared your throat, the weight of the uncertainty pulling at your confidence. "Actually, no," you replied, your voice quiet, the words carrying more than just the answer to his question.

Harry tilted his head slightly, his curiosity growing. There was something in your voice, something unspoken, that made him set aside his book for a moment, fully turning his attention to you. He could sense that something was different tonight, that there was more to this moment than just a casual visit.

You bit your lip, taking another step forward. "I... I was hoping we could do something tonight," you said hesitantly, but there was a sparkle in your eyes now, a flicker of excitement that cut through your nerves. "Something a little... different."

Harry didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched you, his expression unreadable for a few long seconds. It was clear that he didn’t quite understand where this was going, but his attention was completely focused on you now, waiting for the rest of the story. You could feel the tension in the air, a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty, and for a moment, you almost wished you could take it all back. But it was too late to turn around now.

You swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in your chest. "I know Christmas isn’t your favorite holiday," you began, your voice soft but steady now. "But... I thought maybe we could just spend it together. Just the two of us."

The words felt different as they left your mouth, more intimate than you'd expected. It wasn’t just the offer that felt new, but the weight of what you were suggesting. You’d been together for months, sharing your lives, your thoughts, and your feelings. You wanted to make Christmas different for him.

Harry’s heart quickened, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him at your words. Despite his aversion to the holiday, despite all his reservations about the season, the idea of spending it with you felt... right. The fact that you wanted to be there, with him, made something inside him stir—something he wasn’t sure he was ready to acknowledge, but something he couldn’t ignore. He had always kept his distance, not wanting to drag anyone into his shadow, but you had never treated him that way. You made him feel... seen.

You could feel his eyes on you, the quiet intensity of his gaze pulling you closer. The room was dim, save for the twinkling lights from the small Christmas tree in the corner. It was warm, but there was still a faint chill in the air, a reminder of the winter outside. You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of your coat. The anticipation of the moment was making you second-guess yourself, but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to speak.

"Okay," you said, your voice lowering slightly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve planned a surprise. A gift, if you will." You gave him a playful glance, but there was a hint of something deeper in your eyes. "And please, don’t make fun of me. I just... I want to do something for you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at your words, his lips curling into a small, intrigued smile. "A gift?" he repeated, his voice rougher than usual. He could feel the shift in the air, the tension between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

You smiled, a little more confident now that he hadn’t immediately dismissed you. His curiosity was a good sign. Slowly, you took a step closer, closing the distance between you both. Standing in front of him, you let the moment linger, your heart beating faster as you met his gaze, feeling the heat of his eyes on you.

You moved even closer, standing between his legs, your body only inches from his. The space between you seemed to shrink as you let your fingers play with the waistband of your coat. His eyes dropped to your hands, then slowly traveled upward, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Do you want to unwrap it?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, laced with an unexpected flirtation. 

Harry’s pulse quickened. There was a sense of intrigue building within him, though he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He only knew that whatever it was, he was eager to find out. His fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the belt of your coat, pulling it slowly, deliberately. His gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes, and you could see the mix of anticipation and uncertainty flicker behind the desire that was evident in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

As he loosened the belt, the fabric of the coat parted, revealing just a hint of your skin and the deep red hue that teased at what lay beneath. Harry’s breath hitched. His heart raced faster, and it felt like the world had stopped moving, leaving only the two of you in the quiet stillness of the room. His fingers traced the edges of the coat, pulling it open further, the anticipation building between you.

And then, he saw it.

The coat slipped from your shoulders, revealing what you had chosen to wear just for him—a gift more captivating than anything wrapped in paper. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in the red body, the corset-like top hugging your form perfectly. The fabric clung to your curves, accentuating your figure in a way that left him breathless. The top was strapless, molded to your body, and supported by the natural curve of your chest, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes traced the intricate design of the outfit, the delicate lace and subtle details that sent a rush of heat through his veins.

You wore thigh-high stockings that reached up to your thighs, held up by the matching garters that added an air of elegance and seduction. The entire outfit was a striking mix of sultriness and festive cheer, with touches of white feathers around the edges that resembled a delicate, luxurious version of holiday fur. The color of the red seemed to shimmer as it caught the light, and in that moment, Harry thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you standing before him, a vision of sensuality and elegance, and yet, somehow, still a perfect fit for the holiday spirit. He couldn’t help the way his heart pounded, the ache of desire growing in the pit of his stomach.

You were breathtaking, utterly impossible to ignore. As the reality of what you were offering him sank in, Harry felt a tightness in his chest, a fluttering, heat spreading across him like a wave. Every inch of you, every detail of the way you stood there, was overwhelming in the best possible way. The desire was undeniable, but so was the love that ran deep between the two of you. You weren’t just standing before him as a vision of sensuality; you were offering him the purest form of trust, of intimacy, and it made his heart race even faster.

"You look... incredible," Harry managed, his voice rough, almost hoarse, as the words tumbled out. It felt like an understatement, like no combination of words could ever do justice to how he felt in that moment. But it was all he could say.

There was a long, delicious moment of silence as he took you in, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, the way your outfit clung to you so perfectly, the way the feathers brushed against your skin. His breath came in shallow gasps, his chest tight with the overwhelming sensation of wanting you, needing you. 

With a tenderness that was almost too much for him to handle, you reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair. The touch was soft but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. And then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you began to sing. "Santa Baby..." Your voice was soft, playful, laced with a flirtation that only made the air between you two thicker with desire. The surprise in Harry’s eyes softened into a smile.

"Just slip a sable under the tree for me," you continued, your voice light and teasing, the song dripping with seductive charm. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, the sound warm and genuine.

You let your coat fall to the ground, revealing yourself fully to him. The action was undeniably sexy, but what struck Harry wasn’t just the sight of your body—gorgeous, alluring, every inch of you crafted to perfection—but the love that seemed to radiate from every movement you made. It wasn’t just a performance or a game; this was a true offering of yourself to him, a piece of your heart wrapped up in the moment.

"Been an awful good girl..." you continued to sing, your voice teasing and light, carrying a playful lilt.

With a subtle, confident movement, you swung one knee across his hip, then the other, gently straddling his lap, settling yourself atop him on the couch.

As you positioned yourself, your body close enough to feel the heat radiating between the two of you, Harry’s breath caught in his throat. The sight of you so bold, so sure, made his pulse quicken, and he couldn’t help but admire the way you moved—effortless, confident, yet with a hint of sweetness that was unmistakably you. Your skin was so close to his, the soft fabric of your outfit grazing against his shirt, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch out. 

"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight..." You sang softly, your voice trailing off as you felt his gaze on you. But before you could finish, Harry’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you toward him. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, one that stole your breath away. Without breaking the kiss, he gently fell back against the couch, pulling you down with him, his body warm and strong beneath yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as if he were the very air you needed to breathe. His low groan resonated in your chest, the shock of the gift you'd given him still fresh on his lips. Without thinking, your hips moved against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and you felt the unmistakable bulge of his desire pressing into you, the physical proof of how deeply you affected him.

Harry’s hands roamed over your body, caressing every curve before settling firmly on your ass, pulling you flush against him with a low, appreciative groan. You gasped, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you. Without warning, he flipped your positions, gently but decisively lowering you onto the couch beneath him.

For a brief moment, he simply watched you, his gaze intense as he hovered above you. His eyes traced every detail of your form—the way your hair framed your face like a halo, the flushed redness of your lips from his kiss, and the way your clothes clung to you, revealing just enough to leave little to the imagination.

“You’re the perfect gift,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his words barely a whisper as they brushed against your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Harry, darling,” you whispered back, your heart racing as the moment stretched out between you.

With a gentle shift, he lowered himself back down to you, his lips reclaiming yours in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Harry’s hands slid beneath your garter belt, his touch deliberate as they trailed upward, seeking the place where you ached for him most. A sharp gasp of desire escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively. Your hands fell to his belt, trembling with urgency as you worked to unbuckle it. You quickly undid the button and zipper, sliding both his trousers and boxers down in one swift motion.

He was already hard, his arousal undeniable, and he shivered as your fingers brushed over him, igniting a spark between you. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing heated kisses along your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, his hands moved to your back, his fingers deftly locating the zipper of your bodysuit. With effortless precision, he slid it down, his gaze dark with longing as he revealed more of your skin.

In mere seconds, the fabric pooled away, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, your bodies separated only by the crackling tension in the air.

Harry didn’t waste a second, his hand finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of heat coursing through you. His fingers slid between your folds, discovering just how wet and ready you were for him. A low moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, your body instinctively pressing closer to his touch. You were already breathless, writhing beneath him, the need for him growing unbearable.

“Stop teasing me,” you murmured, your voice thick with desperation.

“Teasing?” he repeated, his tone mockingly innocent, though the wicked smile on his lips betrayed him. “You’re the one who put on this outfit,” he teased, his fingers quickening their rhythm between your thighs, driving you higher.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shot back, biting down on your lip—not only to taunt him but to keep your moans from spilling out, though the pleasure was quickly becoming impossible to contain.

In response to your insolence, he slid a finger into you without warning, his movements firm and deliberate. The sudden sensation stole your breath, leaving you gasping as a moan replaced any attempt at protest. His finger moved with purpose, thrusting in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, teasing you, coaxing your body to respond. Your hips bucked instinctively, arching toward him as if your body had a will of its own, silently pleading for more.

“Harry, baby,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I need you. Now.”

Your desperate words sent a spark through him, and a feral growl escaped his throat. He pulled back, sitting on his heels as he loomed over you, his dark eyes searing into yours. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breathing matching your own ragged rhythm. Slowly, almost torturously, he brought his hand to his throbbing length, wrapping his fingers around himself.

He stroked once, twice, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving your face. He watched your lips part as you swallowed hard, your chest heaving as the space between you seemed to pulse with electricity. The sight of you—flushed, needy, and utterly at his mercy—only fueled his resolve.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Instead of waiting for a response, he shifted closer, aligning himself with your entrance. He teased you at first, the head of his length brushing against your slick folds, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

“Harry, please,” you breathed, your voice cracking with need.

With a smirk that was equal parts wicked and affectionate, he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “Patience, love. I want to savor my Christmas gift.”

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed into you, stretching and filling you inch by inch. The sensation stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you completely.

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead dropping to yours as you both caught your breath. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your lips, before beginning to move, setting a pace that made your entire world melt away.

With slow, deliberate thrusts, Harry moved inside you, each motion powerful and intentional, claiming every part of you. Over and over, his hips met yours, the impact sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body. Your moans filled the air, unrestrained and raw, as his hands tangled in your hair, lifting your face to his. His eyes searched yours, dark with desire but softened by something even deeper.

He wanted to see everything—the way your face contorted with bliss, the way you surrendered completely to him, trusting him with your body and heart. But more than that, he wanted to take in the woman who had changed his life. The woman who saw through his walls, who loved him for all he was, even the parts of himself he struggled to accept. The woman who had gone to such great lengths to make sure he felt cherished and loved tonight, on Christmas—a holiday he had long since given up on.

A wave of emotion surged through him, crashing against the raw pleasure you gave him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he couldn’t hold back. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, more urgent. The couch creaked beneath you as your body moved with his, bouncing with every powerful motion. Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as he drove you higher, each thrust fanning the flames of your desire.

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick and uneven. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, adding to the heat coursing through your veins.

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words between breaths. “I love you.”

His movements faltered for a split second, your words hitting him with more force than he expected. He raised his head, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice filled with an intensity that matched the rhythm of his hips as he began to move again. “More than anything.”

He shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to hit deeper, each one pushing you closer to the edge. His hand slid down your body, finding your clit once more, his fingers working in time with his movements. The dual sensations sent you spiraling, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word between you brought him closer as well.

He shifted his angle once more, and everything seemed to blur. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself spiraling into a haze of pure pleasure. Your body arched in response, every nerve on fire as he hit a spot that sent shockwaves through you. Your orgasm took you completely by surprise—suddenly, you were lost in it, and a loud cry of unfiltered pleasure escaped your lips.

You tightened around him, your muscles clenching involuntarily, as if trying to hold him even closer. Your back arched more, your head falling back, giving him an unobstructed view of your exposed throat, vulnerable to him in this moment.

Harry’s gaze burned with an intensity that matched the fervor of his movements. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss. As you felt your muscles fluttering around him, gripping him tightly, his own release came crashing down on him. His groan was low, guttural, as he surrendered to the pleasure.

His body tensed above you, and you could feel the heat of him inside, filling you completely. He bit into your neck, marking you with the intensity of his passion, his fingers digging into your skin as he sought to hold you, keep you close. You were both lost in the moment, each thrust, each kiss, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through you both.

As your orgasms started to fade, Harry lay on top of you, his head resting against your chest as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair, gently stroking his head with affection.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. After a moment, he lifted his head to look at you.

“You’re the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for,” he murmured.

“Did you enjoy it?” you asked, smiling softly.

He tried to hold back a laugh. It would be crazy not to enjoy what just happened. “Definitely.”

He sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back into place. “I’ll get some towels and find something for you to wear. I’ll be right back.”

As he walked away, you heard him humming “Santa Baby.”

You smiled, curling your legs up to your chest, biting your lower lip. This had been one of the best Christmases you’d ever had.

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Poor Cisco! We've traumatised him! But we got Harry!!

⚡ I'm Yours

I’m Yours: Harry is yours for the night… or is it the other way around? It seems that their scheming friend’s plan has worked, and you cannot keep your hands off each other, or keep your clothes on for that matter. Locked in heated passion, you let Harry have his way with you, disregarding your insecurities for that night. The question is, will you get your cupcake at the end of a very long night beneath the sheets?

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Scenes (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Harry Wells x Female!Reader, Reader Has Extreme Anxiety & Long Hair For Plot Reasons.

Word Count: ~7.6k

He's Mine | Masterlist

Your calves hit the end of Harry’s bed and you found yourself tumbling backwards onto the mattress, your hands reaching behind you to soften your abrupt fall. Before you had a chance to push yourself back to your feet, Harry was dipping down, caging you in as his sinful mouth brushed against yours once more, tugging at your lips and brushing his tongue against yours. Somewhere in the mess of your rabid kissing and wandering hands, you had shoved the blazer off his shoulders and flung it into the depths of the room, then uncoordinatedly unbuttoned at least half the buttons on his white shirt. The shirt might not have come off, but the flashes of his sculpted chest you occasionally got were well worth the partial effort.

Harry had your mind spinning like a hurricane, chaotic, fast, and hungry. Not once did you have a chance to take a small breather and allow for your brain to catch up with your body and the incredible sensations the man was pulling from it with mere kisses and light touches. Already he had shattered your perception of what it was like to be intimate with a man, and up against a wall, nearly fully clothed no less. For a man who spent most of his time in front of a whiteboard, or tinkering with a piece of machinery too complex for you to understand, he knew his way around a woman’s body.

Harry pulled away, and you felt him gently take your right leg, pulling it up as he ran his fingers down the fishnet hosiery. Your eyes connected as his fingers reached the heel you wore, and with bated breath, you watched as he pulled the monstrosity from your foot, releasing it from the pain you had been torturing it with for the last five hours. The heel was dropped onto the floor and promptly forgotten as Harry moved onto your left leg, doing the same with your remaining heel. How in the hell could he make an action such as taking off your heels seem so sensuous and intimate?

“Your going to kill me if you go any slower, Harry,” You whispered out, your fingers fisting the bedding. He gave you a sly grin. Keeping that smile on his lips, he prowled back up so he was leaning back over you.

“Haven’t you ever heard of patience?” Harry asked, cocking his head to the side. “I’d like to enjoy slowly stripping you out of your clothes. I can feel you flush with every inch of skin I expose.”

Said flush burned across your cheeks as you bit down on your lip, stiffling the whimper that wanted to come crawling out of your mouth and make you look even more a mess than you already were. Your inner thighs were still wet from your last orgasm, and zero effort had been put into cleaning up. At this point, the fishnet tights probably needed to be hand washed considering how wet you felt down there, and you had a feeling that if they didn’t come off, they’d only get wetter.

“So get to it then, I’m not getting any younger, and neither are you,” You huffed out, pouting your lower lip slightly in an exaggerated move. His eyebrow twitched before he bent down and trailed his nose down your cleavage. Feeling his breath against your chest was almost euphoric itself, just barely a kiss of his hot lips against the chilled skin of your chest.

Moaning slightly, your head dropped back slightly as you unconsciously thrust your chest into his face, needing more heat and butterfly kisses. His mouth brushed away from your skin upon reaching the drooping neckline of your short dress, and a few seconds later you felt his fingers pushing the hem of the dress up.

“Y/N,” Harry called softly, and with a groan of arousal from his fingers lightly brushing against your upper thigh, you raised your head back up to look at him. His sharp blue eyes burned into yours. “Take your eyes off me and I stop.”

Your eyes widened a fraction of an inch as he smiled deviously at you. Oh, oh god, was he serious? With that look, you think he was. A shiver ran up your spine. How could he be so divinely sinful and giving, yet be so cruel at the same time? Oh wait, this is Harry Wells, of course he’s got a teasing, yet controlling side to him.

“That’s just cruel,” You sighed out. His only response was his signature smirk as his fingers dug underneath the elastic band of fishnet hosiery on your right leg. Harry began pulling the fishnet down your thigh at a slow, torturous pace. A pace you were beginning to see that he liked using.

With every slow inch of skin that was revealed, Harry ran his nose over the revealed skin, occasionally planting kisses or ever so briefly sucking the skin into his mouth. Your nostrils flared as your red fingernails dug into the bedsheets, and you kept your eyes steady on his messy black hair. Well, steady for now, every inch of skin he touch made your eyes waver ever so slightly.

His touch now had your leg shaking slightly from the delicate touches and the little zings of pleasure that burst from the places Harry’s mouth landed on. When his fingers brushed the underside of your knee, your leg physically jerked in place and a small whimper managed to escape from your lips.

The worst part was you could feel Harry’s smirk against your skin, and you could swear that the man got off just by teasing you like this. Clamping down on your lip, you breathed heavily through your nose as the stocking was pulled free of your foot, Harry’s hand gently holding your leg as he kissed your thigh a few times.

“Have I told you that I love the way you smell?” Harry questioned, his lips moving against your skin and once again making a shiver run up your spine. “You always manage to smell like vanilla, and it drives me crazy.”

“It’s just my body wash and lotion…” You mumbled out as he finally lowered your leg and trailed his fingers back up to work on your left leg.

“That doesn’t make you any less intoxicating,” He responded, running his nose down your leg and planting a few stray kisses on the delicate flesh of your inner thigh as he went. The fishnet was removed and within seconds Harry was climbing back up, his mouth back on yours with heavy, open kisses.

Letting out a moan into his mouth, your fingers reached up and buried themselves into his hair. Your body once again felt like it was on fire and needed every touch he had to give. Pulling away, you gasped for air while Harry decided to switch direction, moving back towards your legs as his hands wrapped around your hips. You had a pretty good idea what he was planning on, and the very thought made heat and electricity run through your body. Your fingers remained buried in his hair as the short skirt of your dress was pushed up to your navel.

Cool air hit your naked lower body, making your wet inner thighs more apparent, and a shudder ran up your spine this time. Harry didn’t dive right in like you expected him to. Instead his mouth landed on the tender skin of your thigh and he started sucking. You bit down on your lip, a soft, yet strained grunt leaving your mouth as intense pleasure radiated from where his mouth worked magic. Clearly your body wasn’t used to this type of touch. Harry had you in a quivering mess before his mouth even reached its intended destination, and at this point, you wondered how you were ever going to last. No man had ever gone to this length just to explore your body.

The moment Harry flicked his tongue through your folds, your hips were jerking underneath his hands and a squeak of surprise left your lips at the foreign feeling. Your initial reaction to that one action had Harry pushing down on your hips and dragging your body further into his mouth as his tongue went to work. You couldn’t help the lewd sounds that tumbled out of your mouth, nor the wiggling and twitching your body did underneath him. Your neck burned from strain as your chin dropped back and your fingers dug further into Harry’s dark hair, seeking purchase of any kind. Wiggling against his hold, you panted and cursed underneath your breath at how pliant and reactive your body was being to his touch.

“Harry,” You whimpered as your walls started twitching in pleasure, coming undone from his wicked lashing. Just when you thought he couldn’t be any more torturous, he was. Your eyes rolled back and you arched off the bed as he slipped a finger inside your quivering body and brushed against your already hyper sensitive walls. “Fuck, Harry—damn it, I can’t—“

He let out a pleased sound as words and curses tumbled out of your mouth, and you struggled even more underneath his ironclad grip. Your walls finally clenched around his finger as the fire in your belly burned red hot, and with a sharp cry you found yourself locked in your second orgasm of the night.

Holy shit, Harry Wells was lethal.

Your thighs shook in his hold and your fingers went slack in his hair as your body went limp and lightheadedness hit you. No one had ever managed to pull two orgasms out of your body in one night, let alone one… or make you feel like your entire body was floating. Panting heavily for breath, you lie limp, sprawled out on the bed, every inch of your body trembling in the aftershocks of pleasure. While you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath, Harry crawled up and hovered over you, that little smirk on his lips and his electric blue eyes sparkling.

“Still with me, babe?” He asked as he held his body up with one hand and used the other to stroke your cheek. All you could manage to get out at this point was a moan in reply. Your legs were jello, your body trembled, and your mind was mush.

Harry chuckled at your voiced reply before leaning down and pressing a steamy, open-mouthed kiss against your jaw. You let out a big sigh at the delicate yet passionate kisses he continually pressed against your skin. You were floating in heaven, and you doubt you would come down for hours.

“I suppose with age comes experience?” You asked, finally finding your voice once more. “Because I have never had more than one orgasm and right now, I feel like a tub of jello. Jiggly, yet delicious.”

“I can agree with that,” Harry replied, smiling against your jaw line. “You are quite delicious and the fact that you feel like jello means I’ve done my job.”

“And there he is… God, you are so full of yourself,” You complained, your right hand reaching up and planting itself on his cheek.

“I don’t hear you complaining about it.” He teased back, planting a light kiss on your nose before pulling back just enough so you could look in each other’s eyes.

“That’s because I’m too smitten with you to care.” Rather than smirk triumphantly at your words, his lips curved into a genuine smile, complete with his adorable dimples that were rarely shown. “But I would appreciate getting the luxury of looking at those muscles of yours you hide underneath your black sweater.”

“That I can do,” Harry said before leaning back on his shins. You propped yourself up on your still slightly shaking arms, watching in rapt attention as his long and nimble fingers deftly undid the pearl white buttons on his dress shirt.

The first look you had at his chest had your jaw dropping slightly open, and then some as he rolled his shoulders, pulling the white garment off his arms, tossing it to the side like it was a mere scrap of cloth. Good lord Almighty, just his arms were drool worthy, but them combined with a toned chest? Someone spritz you with water before you combust or catch of fire!

“You would look incredibly sexy being spritzed, you know,” Harry purred mid mind monologue. Your eyes widened.

“Did I say that out loud?” You whispered, mortification blooming on your face like a rose in the sun. He chuckled at you before scooting back and stepping off the bed. Propping yourself fully up, your dress sliding back down your body, you watched as he reached for his dress pants, which remained unbuttoned. In a quick second, he had his pants off and those too got tossed to the floor.

“I’m slightly disappointed that you don’t mutter your thoughts more often, Y/N/N,” He said as he pushed his underwear down, revealing the erection he currently had, and—and dear lord that had been in your body? Your cheeks flushed for the hundredth time as heat pooled in your stomach. Stop it Y/N, stop staring at it and look up, you told yourself. You forced yourself to drag your eyes back up to his, which were shining with mischief.

“Like what you see?” Harry questioned, his eyebrow raised expectantly while you pushed down the simmering heat you could feel on your cheeks. Your fingers curled into the bedsheets beneath your fingers.

“Quite so,” You whispered, your eyes trying their hardest to stay connected with his. Harry was soon crawling back on the bed, nearing where you had shifted yourself to kneel on the sheets. With your eyes still connected, you felt his hands brush against your naked hips before gathering the hem of your slinky sliver dress.

When he started pulling the itchy fabric up your body, his knuckles grazing your ribcage as he did so, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and let out a soft sigh of relief. As the rhinestone fabric was dragged up your arms, Harrison leaned forwards and connected your lips once more.

The dress was pulled free from your hands and discarded, promptly forgotten, as you both got lost in a sensuous kiss that had your mouths moving against each other in a slow dance of their own. Harry’s lips tugged yours, pulling soft mewls from your body as you draped one arm over his shoulder to wrap around neck and slipped the other under his glorious arm to grip his back.

Harry had the same thoughts as you did, wrapping himself around your body and tugging you flush against him. Your breasts pressed against his muscled chest and you couldn’t help but groan from the heat his skin was giving off and tried to flatten as much of your body as you could against his.

That involved scooting forwards, slipping your legs around his and pressing your cunt against his ‘spritz me with water I’m going to burst into flames’ worthy erection. Arousal shot through your body at the mere touch, and Harry let out a few hungry grunts.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” Harry questioned against your lips. Pulling your mouth away from his and leaving only minimal space between them, your eyelashes fluttered at Harry. “Because I was going to give you time to recover, but you of all people should know I am not a patient man.”

One of his hands, which originally rested on your back, slid down to grasp your ass and dig his fingers into the flesh. A shiver went up your back from his touch and you couldn’t help the small moan that tumbled out of your lips. Harry took this as an initiative to thrust his hips upwards against your body, grinding against your throbbing cunt and making you drop your head back with a drawn-out groan. You couldn’t help but move your own hips, pressing yourself against him, trying to create as much friction as you could get. Your noses brushed against each other and your lips just barely touched, filling your head with lightheadedness at the shared oxygen.

Breathing heavily, you turned your head and moved your right hand to the back of his head, stretching back up to press your lips back against his in a tender, light kiss. You found yourself consumed by the very feel of his lips just barely brushing against yours, his breath on your skin, and the taste of whatever scotch he had been drinking an hour ago mixed with the taste of your arousal.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four—

The reverie of being cradled in his arms was broken as Harry let out a small growl against your lips. His patience had run out and classic Harry Wells style, he hoisted your body off his and was quickly flattening your body back against the sheets, your legs awkwardly slipping from their kneeling position.

Harry’s mouth was on your neck, sucking and licking you skin, surely marking it up more than it already was. Letting out a few gasps, your trembling mouth stayed open as you drew in oxygen and tried not to dig your fingernails into his back. You could feel his teeth bite at your skin, which brought little zips of pain, and then pleasure as he soothed the area with his tongue. Biting at your swollen, sensitive lip, you tried your hardest not to wiggle and writhe underneath his hold.

“Harry,” You complained, moving your hands to run your fingers across his hip bones in an effort to elicit some sort of pleasure from him. His hands quickly snapped up and removed your hands from his body, pressing them into the mattress. Your eyes met, lust in his, blazing annoyance in yours. You wanted your hands on him, and he wouldn’t let you.

“What part of ‘I’d like to have my way with you and your incredible body’, did you not understand, Y/N/N?” Harry questioned in a commanding tone. Your eyes flashed at him as you let a growl of your own.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Harrison, let me touch you!” With a disgruntled snort, you wrenched your hands up and wrapped your legs around his torso before forcing you both into a roll. You had caught Harry by surprise, which is what let you roll him in the first place, and the moment your knees steadied your moving bodies and his brain caught up to the fact that you were straddling him, his eyes darkened a shade. You leaned down so your faces were only centimeters apart, your hair hanging around your shoulders in sparkling waves. “My turn.”

Smiling in satisfaction as he groaned from you wiggling your hips down his body so you had access to his delicious chest, you brought your face down and ran your nose over his neck. Heat radiated from his skin and warmed your already flushed face, and that only incited you to press your lips down against his chest and drag them along taught skin.

A tortured moan reached your ears, making you grin against Harry’s hot skin, and your grin only deepened when his hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into your flesh. This was both payback and exploration. Perfect. Your tongue darted out and liked a line across his collarbone, almost instantly you felt his hips slightly jerk underneath you and his erection bump your soaked cunt.

“Y/N…” Harry groaned as you continued your torturous trail down his chest, your tongue finding each and every grove he had as you crawled down his body. Naturally, his hands couldn’t stay clutching your hips, so he opted to bury one of his hands into your wild mane.

Sighing at the feeling of his fingers brushing across your scalp, you reached his defined v and brushed your lips over his skin before lifting your head just slightly to look at Harry with a devious smirk. He grunted as you placed your hands on his thighs and slowly slid them higher, your smirk growing.

“Oh you little fiend,” He growled down at you while you let out a small giggle.

“I’ve had quite a few vivid dreams about you, Harry.” You cooed up at him before diving in. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and wasting no time, you ran your tongue from your hand to the tip.

Harry inhaled sharply, and you knew you had him hooked. With a gentle and teasing touch, you moved your hand up and down while you placed a few more licks, swirling your tongue around the tip and pre-cum leaking out. And when you completely wrapped your mouth around him, he let out a stressed groan that was music to your ears.

Bobbing your head, you teased and twirled your tongue across him, enjoying the way Harry shuddered underneath your light touches and licks. Harry’s quiet grunts and moans were intoxicating to your ears and had you pushing him deeper into you mouth, almost to the point of gagging.

His grip on your hair tightened, telling you exactly what he was feeling and fueling your endeavor to cause as much pleasure as he had caused you. It wasn’t hard. His cock got stiffer with every pass of your hand and bob of your head, and you could feel his muscles strain as he tried not to thrust his hips up.

Trying to hold out, was he? You thought. We’ll see about that…

You switch tactics from slow, sensuous, and teasing to faster, more pressure, and hungry. You were ravenous for this man, and you wanted him to know that. Fast-paced, friction building, and hot. Even you were getting turned on by working Harry over like the millions of times you had dreamed about it.

Harry was twitching in your grasp, and just when you thought you could pull an orgasm out of him, he yanked harder on your hair and bucking you off him. With an angry squeak, you lifted your head and glared at Harry.

“Seriously?” You growled at him, your scowl deep on your face and your mouth wet from working him over. “I almost had you right where I wanted!”

Harry didn’t say anything, choosing to slip his hands underneath your arms and drag you up his body before rolling back over so you were, sadly, once again the bottom.

“Harry!” You exclaimed, trying to wiggle in his grip. Harry dropped his body on top of yours, successfully pinning your squirming body to the mattress as he dipped down and planted his lips on yours, his tongue delving in to swipe across yours. Your protests melted into smothered moans as he kissed the fight out of your body, and he didn’t stop until you were gasping for breath underneath him.

Pulling away, Harry’s eyes gleamed down at you, a dark and dangerous glint in them. You panted for oxygen as your stinging lips trembled. You were half gob smacked by the sheer possessiveness he displayed in that kiss, and half wondering what was currently running through his mind.

“You might have had me where you wanted, but I plan on only cumming when I am so deep inside you, the only sounds you’ll be making are strangled gasps and whines while your nails dig so hard into my back you’ll leave marks.”

Your eyes went wide.

Holy hell, the audacity he had to say that, and the stupid audacity of your own little mind for finding that a complete and total turn on. All you could think in this moment was that possessive Harry was by far the hottest Harry you had encountered. A thought hit you.

“You’re going to go three for three, aren’t you,” You whispered, heat filling your cheeks at the thought of three orgasms in one night, one session. Would you even be able to handle that? Your body shuddered and trembled at the thought.

“I told you I was going to worship you, and I keep my word.” Harry said huskily, his voice still strained from the unfinished blow job he so rudely interrupted. Entirely his fault. You shuddered again, slightly scared that your body wouldn’t even be able to keep up with that and you would just flat out pass out. “As you so eloquently put it, I’ve fucked you, and eaten you out to the point of making your legs lax. That just leaves one more job on my hands.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you stared up into his eyes, feeling him run his erection against your wet folds teasingly, and after what felt like an eternity, since Harry was a teasing bastard sometimes, he pushed into your aching cunt. Your hips twitched underneath him with every inch he pushed in, and your only thoughts were of how full you felt, and how overwhelmingly good he felt.

“And what’s that final job?” You queried breathlessly, your eyes staring up into his as your curiosity burned bright in yous. Harry brought his face down to you and brushed his lips against yours, making a small whimper bubble up from your throat at the sensation before traveling to your ear.

“Will you let me make love to you?” He asked softly in your ear. Letting out a small gasp at his words, you actually had to think those words over in your head. To fuck was one thing, pure carnal energy mixed with a need for pleasure and will to receive it at any hand willing, that was one night stand material, no strings attached… but to make love?

That was opening up your body and bearing your soul to him. If you did that, he could very well slash at your heart and ruin it forever if he so desired, and you knew that if that happened, you would be destroyed. But if he didn’t, and he remained the man you so desperately thought he was, he would form an impenetrable shield around your already guarded heart, and would protect you from your own insecurities like he had tonight.

Withdrawing your left hand from his back, you slowly reached up and slid your fingers into his messy hair, loving the way it felt against your fingers. Taking a deep breath, you turned your head ever so slightly, so your eyes once again connected.

“Make love to me, Harrison Wells.” You breathed out, your fingers curling into his hair. “I’m tired of being alone.”

“You aren’t,” He objected. “Not anymore, and never with me.”

With those final admissions, Harry cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. Only this time it felt a thousand times more meaningful, more passionate, more… everything. There was nothing sexual about it, and you found that you could sink into the eternal abyss that was Harry Wells and never surface again.

Lips moving against each other in unison, zero effort or thinking required, it was just pure unadulterated love transcending into physical energy between two people who had skirted each other long enough. You were brought back to the now as Harry shifted his hips ever so slightly, and reminding you that the man was very much all the way in your body. Your legs curled around his waist as he started thrusting, and his mouth migrated from your mouth to your jaw, working over hot skin with his hotter mouth.

Groaning softly, your head pushed back into the mattress while electricity prickled across your skin and fire was kindled in your belly. The man was a god; you were convinced, and even more so as he pulled soft cries of pleasure and pleas from your mouth. Harry detached his mouth from yours and dragged his lips over the colored skin of your chest to finally land on the delicate skin of your breasts. Hot air blew on your skin as mind numbing kisses were planted and your skin prickled with goosebumps in delight.

Just when you thought his mouth couldn’t get anymore intense, he drew your right nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the tip. Your body caved against his, twitching in his grasp as your already hypersensitive nerves fired one after another in succinct fashion, giving you no chance to recover from the last.

A guttural whine came from your throat as you raked your fingers through Harry’s messy locks and your lungs seized in your chest. You momentarily struggled to draw in air. His actions had you lightheaded, seeing stars, and gasping for more. Locking your heels together to press your bodies as close as possible, your hand that was wrapped in his hair pushed his face further against your chest, begging for more, even though you already struggled to keep up with his actions.

Fusion of desire had you practically melting into his embrace, and when his calloused hands worked from hours of tinkering with his high-tech creations detached from your cheeks and ran down your body, you couldn’t help but shiver and moan. His fingertips skimmed over your ribcage, and with one hand sliding around to your back, the other flattened out against your remaining breast, cupping it, teasing it, and massaging it like it was the most glorious thing he had ever held in his hand.

Harry’s hips started to snap harder against yours and the soft panting and moans elicited from your lips grew in volume, Harry’s own grunting and panting joining yours in the dark, quiet room. The build up of molten pleasure in your veins was slow this time, slow so in fact that you barely registered it until your entire body burned in a fiery inferno set on reducing you to a shriveled mess of bone and ash. Hand and mouth soon left your breasts, leaving you mewling for more. You didn’t have to wait long. His hands were everywhere as he sped up to a speed you had not experienced before.

“Harry!” You cried out, your hand leaving his hair to rake against his back, an overwhelming flood of intoxicating arousal and need tearing through your body like a tornado. Your eyes squeezed shut, wanting the coil of tightly bound nerves to just break already.

“Don’t you dare,” Harry growled, his hand landing on the side of your face. You tore your eyes open with a grunt and stared up into his passion filled bright blue eyes. “I want to see the look in your eyes when I cum in you.”

You were about to respond when he hit a spot that left you in a wordless scream, writhing in his grasp, bucking your hipbones against his in a clashing manner, and clawing at his back to the point where you knew it could look like someone had attacked him. But you didn’t care. You were lost in the reverie of pleasure, the sounds of panting, grunting, and cries mixing together. One more fast-paced thrust and your mouth was gaping open as Harry finally came, hot liquid filling you and leaving you gasping for breath, staring wide eyed up at him. How could he still keep going after that?

“Har—“ You wheezed on his name, not getting his full name out. “Har— Harry—please,” You begged, the sensations and electricity running through my body becoming to much. “I can’t. I can’t give you one more. There’s no way.”

“One. More.” Harry said quietly, commanding, unrelenting in his conquest to devour every inch of your body. “You can do it, baby, give it to me.”

Choking on a sob filled cry of pleasure, you dug your fingernails as hard as you could into his back as it all just became far too much. Bright light flickered at the edges of your vision, adjoined by stars, and you were falling.

Fingers were gently brushing through your sweaty, yet somehow still sparkling locks, ever so slightly massaging your scalp while doing so. Cracking your eyes open, your tired eyes were greeted with Harry’s bright blue eyes peering down at you.

“Harry?” Your voiced rasped out, confusion rattling through your brain along with exhaustion and sleepiness. “What happened?”

He chuckled lightly at you, his fingers moving to brush against your forehead.

“You passed out for a few seconds.” Harry answered, his fingertips moving down your cheek and along your jawline. “Can’t say I’ve ever caused a woman to pass out from pleasure so I guess I can add that to my personal achievements.”

“Don’t you dare, Harrison Wells,” You groaned at him. “My alcohol fueled sexcapades do not need to be broadcasted to the world and certainly not to our friends.”

“Wasn’t planning on it anyway,” He responded before shifting onto his side and pulling your body along with him, pressing his front up to your back and wrapping his arms around your still trembling body. “You’re mine and mine alone.”

“Mmh, better stay that way,” You mumbled, sighing in his arms and closing your eyes as a blanket was pulled up over your bodies.

“Always,” Harry murmured in your ear, his face nuzzling your shoulder. Another sigh passed your lips while you placed an arm over the one wrapped around your waist. There was only one thought circulating through your mind, and you couldn’t help but voice it in a whisper.

“Please don’t break me when I wake up.”

Sunlight pushed through the thin horizontal windows high above the sleek walls of Harry’s converted bedroom. Your eyelids fluttered as you shifted and the light grazed your closed eyelids, jarring your senses to the point where you were wrinkling your nose. Twisting your body so you were on your stomach, you nuzzled your face further into the pillow with a heavy, drawn-out sigh.

Your head ached with a subtle hangover, your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, and your body felt like you had run yourself through Oliver’s training circuit back in Star city.

“Morning,” A gravelly voice said, making your eyes fly open and your hand push you up. Head whiplashing to your left, you saw Harry’s sleep filled face near yours. Panic started creeping into your body.

What had you done?

But before your panic could grow, you felt one of his hands slide across your bare back, dipping just below the sheet that covered your lower body, and felt his fingers skim over your ass. A half startled squeak left your mouth as your hair tumbled over your marked shoulders and your face heated up.

“Don’t let your mind wander, Y/N/N,” Harry voiced, his blue eyes opening and peering into your wide ones. “You are exactly where you should be right now, and I don’t plan on getting up any time soon. Stay put.”

“But Harry, we’re not even together,” You whispered, clutching your left arm against your chest as if covering your breasts would make a different at this point.

“Humph, don’t care,” He sounded out before pulling your body against his chest, which you now noticed had a few marks of its own. Apparently drunk you was territorial, that was new… and somewhat mortifying at the same time. Harry squished you up against his body and you felt heat reach your ears as you felt every inch of him against your own. “I am still hungry for you, and after last night I highly doubt I could ever get enough.”

Now you could feel your entire body burning as you looked up at him underneath your eyelashes. There was no anger, indifference, disgust, or a look that said ‘get lost’ in his eyes. Only softness, gentleness, and… was that love?

“I hope I made my intentions clear,” Harry continued, leaning his forehead down to press against yours. “Because I don’t ever want to let you go. It was hard enough getting you here.”

“So what does that make this?” You questioned, reaching up with a light hand and tracing your finger across his toned chest. “What does that make… us?”

“Whatever you are comfortable with,” He replied, nuzzling his nose against yours before just barely ghosting his lips across your own. “I’ve messed up a lot with my other relationships, with Jesse, with the other Wells, but this isn’t one I want to chance screwing up. You don’t have to be alone anymore, not with me, and not with Jesse.”

Your mind worked over his words, and the gravity they had on you, and your future life. He was offering a place by his side, a spot you could always run to no matter what emotional state you were in. He would be there.

“Harry?” You asked, your lips brushing against his as his fingers stroked up and down your spine, the pads tracing every ridge and dip of your protruding vertebrae.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t share,” You stated. A second went by and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your own as he gave your body a slight squeeze with his arms.

“Duly noted,” Harry responded, his lips moving once more to brush against your forehead. “And considering the night you had, I suggest catching a few more hours of sleep, or at least resting.”

“I’m down for that.” You answered, snuggling into his chest with a sigh of content. Rest you did, snuggled closely against Harry’s sinful body you couldn’t believe was now yours. Harry was a furnace, and as someone who typically had a harder time keeping warm at night, you were in heaven.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you had initially woken up, but over the course of snuggling with Harry, you had found that he was a very handsy cuddler and enjoyed having you tucked right up against his side. It was where you belonged, he had said, and you weren’t in any mood to disagree with that statement.

So now that you were more awake, you were just enjoying being in his arms and surrounded by his warmth while he danced his fingers across your back and shoulders.

“If I hadn’t kissed you, what would you have done with that bleach blonde harpy?” You asked, voicing the question that had been circulating in your brain or the last half hour. “I still can’t believe she stole my damn cupcake… The compete nerve!”

“Your kiss may have been unexpected, but it wasn’t unwanted,” Harry rumbled, his fingers teasingly stroking their way down the arm you had resting on his chest. “And if I will be honest, I probably would have claimed that you were my girlfriend, wife even…”

“Eh, not really a claim now, is it?” You muttered quietly, thinking about how skanky and ill dressed that woman had been. Did she even have a shred of decency to at least make sure she didn’t look like she was trying to become a real life barbie doll?

Harry chuckled at you in agreement before pressing a kiss to your hair.

“In all honesty, the moment I saw you standing by the bar, looking at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, that was all I could think about for the rest of the night. The way you looked in the low light, your shoulders practically bare, and just how much I wanted for those red lips to be on mine.”

“Your eyes are prettier,” You grumbled with a huff. “I like how bright they are, I could stare at them for hours.”

“I wouldn’t object to that, but I highly doubt I’d get any work done if I knew you were staring at me.” You giggled softly at the image that came to mind. Grumpy Harry in his black sweatshirt, hair messy, tool in hand, scowling at you while you unabashedly stared at him, entranced in his electric gaze.

“Hmm, you’re probably right,” You sighed dramatically, accentuating your drawn-out sigh and acting like it was the worst thing in the world. “How could I possibly distract the great Harrison Wells from his beloved work?”

Harry laughed before nuzzling into your neck and planting a kiss.

“As beautifully dramatic as you are being right now, I called in a favor before we left the nightclub and I think you might want it.” You perked up at the mention of Harry calling in a favor, which he never did in the first place, and couldn’t help the curiosity that flooded into your veins.

“Really?” You questioned as Harry extracted himself from your arms and reached over to the nightstand behind him. You sat up, holding up the sheets to just barely cover your breasts. Your curiosity was sated when Harry turned back around, a pink frosted cupcake in hand.

“Oh dear lord,” The words left your lips before you even realized it and your mouth started watering. The cupcake you had been pining after for at least half an hour last night sat in his palm, at the ready to be devoured by yours truly. Harry’s lips twitched into a light smirk as he offered the cupcake to you.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that devastated look on your face when that plastic, blonde-haired twit stole yours.” Harry explained, a twinkle in his eye. Your fingers itched to snatch the cupcake from his hands and shove the entire thing into your mouth like the pig you were when it came to confections. Harry gently handed the cupcake off to you, making sure not to touch the perfect frosting.

“How did you get this?” You questioned, looking at the cupcake in your fingers, and then back up to him. “I mean, I was with you all night…”

“Let’s just say we might have scarred Cisco a little when he breached the cupcake into the room.” Harry grinned at you, enjoying the fact that the poor engineer had probably realized exactly what you two had been doing last night.  You both still had the tracking brackets on and after you had ditched the group, you wouldn’t put it past your friends pulling up your location.

Exactly what was the expression on their faces when they realized your dots were on top of each other? You cringed at the thought, but at least you had the cupcake, and it needed eating.

Lifting the cupcake to your mouth, you pushed the cupcake liner down with your thumb before taking a bite, cake, frosting, and all. Prosecco frosting and lemon cake hit your tongue, and the moan tumbling out of your mouth was down right pornographic.

“Oh god you are perfect,” You sighed out as you leaned down and delicately licked at a bit of frosting that had gotten on your fingers, your tongue darting out from your stained red lips and lapping up the sweet confectionary mixture.

You went in for another bite and groaned some more as the delicate flavor of the Prosecco complimented the lemon cake perfectly. Now you weren’t normally a noisy person when it came to sweets, but when they were the only sound in the room and Harry had gone completely quiet, you couldn’t help but tear your eyes from the little pink creation to look at him.

He had gone ridged, his eyes staring straight into yours with that look on his face that never quite allowed you to figure out what he was thinking. Well, you think you can see hunger in his eyes, so perhaps you should offer him a bite. It was an absolutely delicious cupcake after all…

“What a taste?” You asked, holding out the cupcake and tilting your head to the side. Harry blinked at you before shaking his head and muttering something you didn’t catch underneath his breath. “Harry?”

“The cupcake is for you, Y/N,” Harry finally spoke up, his voice slightly strained. “I know how much you love them, and how much you wanted to have that cupcake all to yourself.”

Not the answer you were expecting, considering all the dirty thoughts you now knew flowed through his mind. Well, if he didn’t want a taste because he wanted you to have it all by myself, you were going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Glancing down at the cupcake, you ran your tongue across your lower lip before looking back up at Harry and deliberately smashing the cupcake into your chest. Shock filled his eyes, his jaw clicked, and the muscles in his neck bulged.

Gotcha. You were probably going to regret this later, but the look on his face was well worth it.

His eyes darkened as you pushed the cupcake along your chest, smearing the luscious pink frosting along your hickey marked skin. Not once during that moment did his eyes leave yours, lust and hunger filling electric blue.

“Oops,” Pulling the ruined cupcake from your chest, you looked down at the naked cake part. You had smeared most of the remaining frosting on your skin. All that remained was cake, and you weren’t interested in it anymore, not with Harry looking at you like that, so you tossed it over your shoulder, smiling in satisfaction as you heard it plop to the floor.

Lifting your hand, you flicked your finger across the pink substance coating your skin and stuck your finger in your mouth, giving it a teasing lick. Harry’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes watching your every movement.

“Clumsy me,” You whispered, pulling your finger from your mouth and giving it a few extra licks for good measure.

He was on you faster than Cisco was on Big Belly Burger, and while you giggled, he started licking every molecule of sugar off your chest.

Date Published: No Idea

Last Edit: 7/14/23

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[harryforvogue]

a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you

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Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.

He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.

Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.

He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”

Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”

“It’s all right,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep anyways. I’ll barely get a few hours at night if I nap now.” He brings his phone back to his bed and sits down. “What’s up?”

“Um, well I just finished rehearsals.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Got out early?”

“Yes, it’s snowing pretty bad now.”

“Mm, is it?” He forces himself to get back up and take a peek out his curtains. She’s right; the snow lays on the roads, flurries all around still. “You wanna stay on the phone with me until you get home?”

“That’s kind of the thing. I’ve been at this bus stop for 15 minutes and my app keeps saying the bus is about to come, but the roads aren’t properly cleared so I don’t think it’s coming.”

Harry frowns. “You’re outside?”

“Yeah. I walked to the stop, but it’s like a ghost town here. Nobody’s out driving. The buses may have all been canceled.”

“Oh shit. Are you wearing warm clothes? Gloves and all?”

“Yup.”

“Good. Which stop are you at today? I’ll come get you.”

There’s instant relief in her voice. “Thank you.” She tells him which stop and then sighs softly. “It’s not that cold which is good. I suppose I should sit down on the bench but there’s ice on it and I already slipped while walking here. My butt still hurts.”

Harry groans as he tugs his jacket on and grabs an extra beanie. He shoves his feet into his shoes and grabs his keys. “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Faye laughs. “I’m okay.”

“Think you can hold on for 15 minutes?”

“Yes, but Harry you have to drive safely, okay? The inner roads aren’t cleared at all.”

Harry sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. “Yeah, love, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Wanna stay on the phone with me?”

“Um, I would, but I can barely feel my fingers.”

Harry has to groan again. He’s outside now and thankfully his car isn’t looking too bad. He’ll still need to defrost it a bit. “Faye, you just told me you had gloves!”

“Whoops.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but please try to get warm. Go into one of those shops nearby.”

“The only shop open near me is the chicken shop.”

“Go in there.”

“I don’t like the smell of chicken.”

“I must say that you are insanely difficult today.”

Faye giggles. “I’m not.” She must hear him turn his ignition on. “Okay, bye now. Drive safe.”

“I will.”

She hangs up. Harry has to step out of the car with his snow brush, pushing his way over to clean his windshields. He’s blasting the heat on the inside, and within ten minutes, he’s ready to go. When he gets back in his car, he’s muttering swears, trembling with the cold. “Not that cold, my ass.”

And Faye’s right. The inner roads are horrendous. He drives so below the speed limit, he may as well walk to get her. 15 minutes turn into 20 and by the time he’s pulling up to her bus stop, he’s very worried Faye may be a frozen block of ice. 

Faye wobbles her way over to the car, yanking the door open and all but throwing herself inside. She’s shivering so bad, Harry puts the car in park and reaches over the console to hug her tightly.

“For fuck’s sake, Faye,” he mutters, suppressing a shiver at her cold face pressed into his neck. “I told you to go into the shop!”

“If y-you made me wait any longer, I would have!”

“I drove as fast as I could.”

Harry turns the heat up higher and rubs her arms firmly, trying to get her tight muscles to relax. She’s wearing a winter jacket, yes, but her head is uncovered and she doesn’t even have a scarf. He pulls back to look at her, hoping there’s disappointment on his face. But Faye’s eyes just light up and then she’s lifting her head to get a kiss.

He can’t say no.

He cups her face and softly kisses her. Her lips are cold, but he can still taste the cherry chapstick as if she kept reapplying it every few minutes. She kisses him several more times, but when she places her frozen hands on his neck, he pulls away sharply.

“Faye!” He holds his neck as if wounded. “That’s so cold!”

Faye’s knees bounce. “Sorry!"

She doesn’t look sorry.

He grabs the beanie he’s brought her and throws it onto her head. Her bangs get caught on her forehead, momentarily blinding her, and she laughs, fixing the hat. Her black hair frames her cheeks. She reaches in for another kiss, but Harry stops her with a shake of his head.

“Get warm first. Or else you’ll get hypothermia and then I’ll have nobody to kiss.”

Faye says, “Wow you sound a lot like me.” She holds her trembling hands by the vents, shivering so bad, she’s compelled to make audible noises to show how cold she is, her jaw quivering. Harry starts driving the car again, and once he gets off the main street, he reaches for her hand and holds it in his lap.

“How were rehearsals?”

“Okay,” she says, shoulders shaking. “Maybe people couldn’t come in today because of the snow. I had to do, like, three roles.”

“Opening night is next month, right?”

“Yup. I got you your tickets.”

Harry kisses the back of her hand, squeezing her pale fingertips hard. She's painted her nails dark blue, he notices. “Thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get something to eat then. I don’t have anything at home. Didn’t cook today.”

“Oh. Are we going to yours?”

“Yes.”

“Can I stay over?”

Harry smiles. “Yes.”

“Is Timmy home?”

“Nope.”

“Can we play that video game again?”

Harry sends her a look. “I thought you’d want to watch a movie or something.”

“Well, if you want to. But I had a lot of fun playing that game.”

“Yes, you were so good at it.”

She was not. Harry spent the entire night trying to save her, getting himself killed, and then yelling and begging her to stay alive until he could be revived. Faye had a lot of fun it seems, though Harry wouldn’t say it was a very productive night.

But, if she wants to do it, then they will.

“I feel like I’ll be better tonight,” Faye says, leaning forward to put her face against the air vent. Her eyes flutter shut. “We’ll get to the next level.”

“You mean level two.”

She laughs.

Harry’s pulling up to the take out shop they’ve agreed on when his phone goes off. He answers it on the car’s speakerphone.

“Yeah, mate?”

“Hey,” Timothée’s voice rings out. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m with Faye picking up food.”

“Oh cool. Hey, can you pick me up from the shop, man? My car’s fucking buried.”

Harry sighs. “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you off work?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll get you.”

“Cool, and hey–”

“Yeah?”

“Can you grab me some food? I’ll pay you back.”

Harry says, “I’ll think about it.”

There’s silence on the other line until Timmy says, “Faye?”

She leans in. “Yeah?”

“Can you make sure he gets me food? I’ll Venmo you right now.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks. Bye!” And then he hangs up.

Harry rubs his eye and then unbuckles his seat belt. Faye goes to do the same, but he stops her, shaking his head. “No, you need to stay warm.”

“I’m fine!”

“Nope.” He locks the car after opening his door and gives her a meaningful look. She watches him disappear into the shop.

When he comes back, he thinks she’s looking a lot better. The red in her cheeks has returned and she’s reapplying her chapstick without shaking fingers. He leans over and kisses her, pleased that her lips aren’t frozen anymore. Unexpectedly, she holds onto his collar and kisses him harder, and she doesn’t let him go until he’s chuckling against her lips and trying to pry away.

“What’s gotten into you?” he murmurs, peppering kisses down to her jaw. She shivers, but not from the cold this time.

“Just missed you.”

“Mm.” He kisses her cheek. “I missed you too.”

It’s a lot harder to drive after that, especially because Harry’s hand rests on Faye’s thigh, and she keeps playing with his fingers, occasionally pulling his hand up to kiss his palm. 

When they get to the shop, Timmy rushes into the car and slaps a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. This is great. Thanks. Hey, Faye.”

“Hi.”

“You’re coming over?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. Did you get me any food?”

“Yes we did.” She hands him the aux cord when he asks for it. They listen to his odd taste in music for the ride home.

Harry takes Faye up to his room when they get home. Timmy’s nearly falling asleep so he eats his food quietly and then heads to his own room with a reminder through the walls that he’d appreciate it if Harry and Faye kept it down.

Faye says, “I don’t know why he always says that,” as she’s climbing into Harry’s lap on his bed in his shirt only. He looks up at her, eyes shining, his hands resting just below her butt. She wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ve never been that loud.”

“I mean I certainly haven’t,” Harry teases, pulling her down onto his thighs.

“Me neither!”

“Sure.”

Faye can’t come up with a response, so she kisses him, and then turns around in his lap, back pressed to his warm, strong chest. He places his hand on her thigh, holding her to him. As he’s setting up the game, she reaches over and grabs his iPad, turning it on to see his latest sketch.

It’s a very daunting looking dragon with detailed wings and scales. She zooms in to see all of it, thoroughly impressed. “This is so cool, Harry!”

“Yeah? Thanks, baby. Had a client say she wanted a big dragon piece so I’ve been brainstorming.”

“Where does she want it?”

“Around her bicep.”

“It must hurt like crazy.”

Harry hooks his chin over her shoulder and hugs her tight to him. “Yeah, but as long as they’re happy with it, right?”

She turns her head to look at him with her devastatingly pretty eyes. “Have you done any cool ones this week?”

He makes a show of thinking really hard. “Did a decent snake two days ago.”

“Ooh. Will you post the pictures?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had the time to.”

Faye cradles his face and kisses his cheek. “I’ll be the first person to like it.”

“You always are,” he murmurs, tilting his head back so she can continue her kisses down his neck.

His eyes flutter shut as Faye’s hands run over his arms, gently pressing herself back against him. He feels her breath hitch.

“Faye,” he softly admonishes. “You said you wanted to play the game.” 

“It’s still loading,” she whispers back, shaking him off to be able to turn in his arms again. The force she kisses him with throws him off. He’s pushed back, hands flying out to steady himself against his mattress. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him breathless, her fingers trailing up the sides of his head and then burying themselves into his curls. She presses herself against him again, and then she gently licks at him. Harry welcomes her tongue when he parts his lips.

She kisses him like she hasn’t been kissed properly in years – which is simply untrue because he kisses her until she forgets her name on a routined basis. Faye presses herself even closer, and when the first whine leaves her throat, Harry’s arms are around her, dragging her hips against his. She sighs as if that small contact between them has caused her such release.

The TV makes a noise to tell them the game has finished loading. Faye’s mouth shows no signs of letting him up. Harry pulls up for a second to breathe, and then kisses her again, leaning into her with his hands spread out against her back. They stay there until he’s sliding his fingers under his shirt that she wears, slowly pushing her until she’s laying on her back and Harry’s hovering over her.

“The game,” he whispers.

“Hm?” she manages, rolling her hips against his again, her eyes both innocent and flirty.

He breathes out a swear and then works on pulling the shirt off of her. Faye shivers immediately, but he kisses down her neck and collarbones to warm her up, letting her adjust when she catches onto what he wants to do. She slides back and lets him move further down her body.

“Harry–”

“Yes, baby?”

She changes her mind when Harry’s fingers hook into her underwear. “Oh. Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me,” he says, dragging them down. 

“Well, it’s only that I thought I’d do this for you. Because you, um, picked me up and I wanted to thank you.”

Harry chuckles. “You can do that after this, but right now I have a feeling you’re going to explode if I don’t touch you. Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I fucked you so well just two days ago.”

Faye throws a hand over her eyes and Harry doesn’t know if it’s because she’s forced to answer his question while unclothed or if it’s his words that embarrass her. Possibly both.

“It’s because you came to get me and your voice was so deep and raspy and tired and your hand on my thigh and–”

Harry situates himself between her legs and lets her knees come up besides his head. He kisses her soft inner thighs and wraps his arms around them. Faye lifts her head to glance down at him and then moans softly when he licks into her. Slowly. Teasingly.

Her black hair is fanned out around her, her breath coming hard and fast. Her lips are parted, pink and swollen from their kisses. She looks ruined already. Harry will never get used to the sight. He never wants to.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head down. Her eyes flutter shut as Harry leans in and takes over completely, his skilled mouth ruthless against her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her down though she desperately raises herself to meet his mouth.

“Oh, I love you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair. “So much.”

He sucks and licks and laps diligently until her back is gently arching off his mattress and she has to bite down on her knuckles to keep her noises in. Seeing her like this turns Harry on, his body on alert. He feels like every cell of his body has been electrified, but despite his arousal, all he wants is for Faye to fall apart against him.

It doesn’t take her long. Her thighs tremble. She cries out and yanks his hair. The pain is distant to him. Harry lets her use his tongue to ride out her high, and when she’s done, she’s whimpering from sensitivity. Harry only pulls away when she’s whining, “Ah, okay, okay, that’s it, please. No more.”

He grins at her, gently wiping the corners of his mouth. “Always so good for me.”

Faye covers her face. Harry helps her back into her clothes and then lays beside her until she’s ready to turn to him and kiss him. He kisses her hair. “My darling girl,” he whispers. “My baby. So perfect."

She’s straddling him before five minutes are up, her hands resting on his chest, hair falling like curtains around her flushed face. The strands hit Harry’s cheek. His hands are on her thighs again, and he’s smiling lazily at her.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, running his hand up to her waist. 

Faye swallows and grinds down on his length through his sweatpants. “My turn?”

“We can take a break if you w–”

“No,” she says immediately, fingers already pulling Harry’s shirt up. Her eyes hungrily take in every tattoo she slowly reveals. Harry lifts his head to pull the shirt off.

Faye seems to have something in mind already. So Harry just lets her undress him, enjoying the kisses she trails after her hands. She has plenty of energy, preferring to stay on top of him instead of switching back over. 

She works herself over him until she’s throwing her head back and nearly sobbing with relief. Harry watches the pleasure roll over her, her hands in tight fists against his chest. 

“I love you,” she says again, taking deep breaths when it’s over. Her face is a gentle pink, her chest flushed. “I love you so bad, Harry.”

Once he’s pulled out of her, he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her down to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love you,” he says, kissing all over her face, wiping the corners of her eyes. “My pretty girl, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Spent, Faye lets him cuddle her, her face pressed against his neck. His body is warm and as comforting as always. He mutters how much he loves her several more times.

Some time later again, Faye raises her head from his chest and says in her scratchy voice, “Should we play now?”

And Harry kisses her and says, “Yes, baby.”

[haylor-stuff]

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[hsdiaries]

Eight Count;

A Short Story — Eight Chapters.

Will be on wattpad here.

Harry Styles is the best underground boxer at Birmingham's yet still struggling to make a living.

Emilia Park is a nurse with her life in perfect order, shaped in every aspect to her personal appeal.

Each carry the wounds and trauma of their parent's addiction, each with their own approach on how to escape it.

Their close living quarters move them into even closer proximity when Emilia's apartment becomes Harry's place of safety. Together, they face the truth of their broken reality learning to accept each other and push each other into something greater than themselves.

26. ICU Nurse. Lives like the world is planned out to her convenience.

26. Underground Boxer. Lives life not knowing how he will get by tomorrow.

• chapter one

• chapter two

• chapter three

• chapter four

• chapter five

• chapter six

[kat-xox]

an angsty one-shot to start off 2024🌟

you can read it here.

[naturepointstheway]

Posting my little Munkoffelees fic that I did (and edited before putting on AO3) for @rainbowratsstuff.

For all that I'd loved doing it, alas, it looks like by the seems of things though I missed the ship's heyday (and mainly 2019 film inspired, which makes sense) by like five years (although it still had a good surge in 2020, and was entering its decline through 2021 with zero in 2022), and then there's mine hanging out all alone in 2024, wondering where the party went, but still happy that it exists (because I did enjoy writing it!)

Anyway, maybe posting up the link here on Tumblr will also help it gain more eyeballs as well.

[autisticjoshrusso]

i hate when tumblr shows me something "based on my likes" and its so deeply abhorrent that i cannot FATHOM what i liked that made tumblr think i wanted to see that

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 61/61 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort, The Dursleys, The Malfoys, The Weasleys, The Order - Character, Death Eaters - Character, Hogwarts Students, Hogwarts Staff, Trevor the Toad (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Humour, Romance, Mentions of abuse but nothing detailed hopefully, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Don't post to other sites or apps, Dream Sex, Some things exist before they should Summary:

A very bored Harry Potter starts writing to the Dark Lord over the summer after his fifth year at Hogwarts. An equally bored Voldemort decides to write back. And thus, a summer of secrets is born, and the enemy named boredom is fended off.

This one makes me think of Delivery for the Death Eaters. 

[atommadly]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, worshipping that v-line.

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It’s almost criminal, really—how perfect he is. How Harry Wells, with his sharp mind and even sharper tongue, can also have a body sculpted like it’s meant to be revered. And tonight? That’s exactly what you plan to do.

Your hands trace his hips, slow and deliberate, as he leans back against the pillows, his chest heaving from the effort of holding back. You’ve told him to let you take control, and it’s clear from the tension in his jaw that he’s fighting his instincts. Harry doesn’t like giving up control, not in the lab and certainly not in the bedroom. But he’s letting you have this moment, letting you explore him at your own pace.

And oh, you take your time.

Your lips trail over the ridges of his abdomen, soft kisses peppering his taut skin as you make your way downward. His muscles twitch under your touch, and you smirk at the subtle reactions you’re pulling from him. But then you reach there—where his v-line carves sharply into his hips, an undeniable masterpiece that makes your mouth water.

You can’t help yourself. Your tongue glides along the defined line, savoring the taste of his skin and the way he inhales sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. You murmur something against him—soft words of admiration that Harry pretends to scoff at, but the way his hand tightens in your hair betrays him.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice strained, but the way he’s watching you tells a different story.

“Am I?” you tease, your lips dragging along the other side now, your hands gripping his hips to hold him still. His stomach tightens beneath your touch, and you feel a surge of pride knowing that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this—vulnerable, trembling, at your mercy.

Your teeth graze the edge of his hip bone, earning a low groan that rumbles from deep in his chest. His control is slipping, and you revel in it, your kisses becoming more insistent, more reverent. This isn’t just about teasing him—it’s about worshiping him, every inch of him. And this part of him? This perfect, maddening v-line that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants? It deserves its own devotion.

When your fingers slide lower, tugging at the fabric still clinging to his hips, Harry’s patience finally snaps. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you up so his lips can crash against yours, all heat and desperation.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growls against your mouth, but the way his body arches into yours says he doesn’t mind one bit.

And as you press yourself against him, your hands still tracing those flawless lines, you can’t help but grin.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to get burned.”

[thebest-medicine]

been on a reading / audiobook binge lately and I have been going back through some favorite YA series… anyway one of them was Wolf Brother / The Chronicles of Ancient Darkness and im currently on book 7 and found this cute ass fic (takes place between books 6 and 7) of Torak and Renn that included some unexpected tickles

any other Michelle Paver fans out there? I need to write me some more obscurer interest fan works

[bobardo]

girlies i finally finished the smut for cylwjat pt. 2 so she can now move on to THE PLOTTTTT 🥳🥳🥳

[spideysatan]

i just got the most disgusting sudden urge to read really bad wattpad-esque h*rry p0tter themed fanfic

[fkinavocado]

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[atommadly]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗔 𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧'𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗.

Hello, and welcome to my Harrison Wells-dedicated corner of chaos! This blog is where I pour my love for storytelling into drabbles, one-shots, and multi-chapter fics—all centered around the many fascinating versions of Harrison Wells from The Flash. Expect plenty of emotions, clever banter, and maybe a touch of spice along the way!

⭑𓂃 I'm Amy, 27, French, She/her, Aquarius. ♒️

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬/𝐄𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟐) 𝐇.𝐑. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟏𝟗) 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡-𝟐𝟐𝟏) 𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 (𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐫) 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡

↪ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬

Requests: Closed ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Ongoing request: 2

[monicaalexandraaa]

Ahhh😍😍so fun and so hot!! I love that he went to the bar to see her. Their dialogue is sooooooo good. I love all the teasing and his whole demeanor is just so hot. So dilf lol. Loved learning how he felt when she hadn’t reached out and how badly he wanted her. His honesty throughout was sweet and I’m so glad they were able to work it out. I love how playful they are and even now that things will be more serious between them I can still see them having that fun banter and teasing. Such a good part. You’re incredible, Guru!!🩷🩷

DILF [2] | older!harry

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Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again months later on Valentine's Day. It's unexpected, but very much welcome.

A/N: First part here! This isn't really super focused on Valentine's Day, it just happens to takes place on Valentine's Day.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warning: age gap, smut, alcohol consumption (light), spanking, a touch of jealousrry

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Y/n wasn't big on Valentine's Day. She'd never dated anyone long enough for it to be of much importance. Though she did fondly remember the little heart-shaped candies and tiny Valentine's cards that would get shared in school when she was little, things were different as an adult.

So, instead of celebrating the holiday (if it could be called a holiday), she'd be going out with her single girlfriends and celebrating being a single girl instead. A single girl with a few drinks in her belly and a little dancing to get the blood flowing. Tara tried to do some kind of seductive dip to the beat of the song while Warren and Y/n laughed.

"This is how you do it!" Warren shouted over the loud club music and grooved her way down with the beat. She was the one with all the rhythm. Y/n and Tara were fighting for their lives to keep rhythm, but they were having fun, nonetheless.

"Priya commented on the post. Look…" Tara held her phone out to Y/n to look at the comment on her Instagram account.

"J said Y/n's looking yummy tonight!"

Y/n laughed and looked at Tara. "J? Oh my god, I haven't talked to him in ages. Let me respond!"

She took Tara's phone and typed a comment.

"You both should come out with us!"

After another round of drinks and dancing, Priya and J had joined the group at the club. Y/n wasn't necessarily interested in J. In fact, she hadn't really been interested in anyone since Harry. It'd been a couple of months since she'd seen him. Their night together was engraved under her skin and in her brain. She thought that with some time she'd forget about the older man, but her fingertips tingled and her chest grew tight whenever she thought about him, which was daily.

She didn't know why she had never called him. Maybe she was just stubborn, hoping he'd find her somehow and reach out himself. She had his number, but he didn't have hers. When he dropped her off at her place the morning after, he gave it to her and told her to call him.

And the more time that had passed, the more awkward it felt to randomly reach out to him. Now the window was surely closed, and she'd blown it. Which she regretted. She regretted that she was stubborn and wanted him to chase her that time. Wanted him to work to find her—which wouldn't have been all that hard. She had every social media account known to man, and everything was public. All he had to do was type her name into a Google search bar, and he'd find a dozen ways to contact her.

But she didn't call, and he didn't search her up, and that felt like the end of that. Unfortunately. It was unfortunate because he'd been so good. So exceptional compared to every other man she'd been with (if she could even call anyone who came before Harry a man). She was way more into him than she realized. Of course, by the time she realized it was too late, and now she was kicking herself.

"Hey, you here with us?" Tara took Y/n's hand and moved her away from the dance floor.

"Yeah. What do you mean?"

"You were zoned out there for a sec. Staring off toward the exit. You okay?"

Blinking her eyes and looking around, she nodded. "I'm good. Just started thinking. Sorry. Maybe I need a water. Probably should slow down a little anyway."

"Of course. Yeah, go get water. And stop thinking. I know who you're thinking about. He's in the past now. Okay?"

Tara knew that Y/n was kind of stuck on Harry. She'd confided in her a couple of weeks later. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but it was eating away at her.

"You're right. I'll be right back."

No sooner had she stepped away from Tara than J was on her heels. "I'll come with you!"

The oak bar was cast in reds and pinks for Valentine's Day. A sappy, upbeat song played loudly as she waved toward the bartender to order a water. J stood next to her, leaned into the veneered wood. "Just water?"

Yn nodded. "Need to cool off a little. Not interested in getting sloppy, ya know?"

She tried to ignore the way he was looking at her, turning her head to peer around the space and pretend she wasn't aware of where his eyes were wandering. She could deal with J. He was nice enough, and she knew he wouldn't push or anything. He was a bit too mild for that.

When her water was handed to her, the pink straw inside was tucked next to a stirrer with a heart at the top. Lifting the glass to her mouth, she took a drink as J slid in a little closer. "Do you wanna dance?"

She really didn't want to, not with him. It wasn't that he was ugly or unlikable or anything… she just didn't want to give him the wrong impression. Leading men on wasn't her style.

But before she even had the chance to tell him no, she saw a familiar hand attached to a familiar arm placed down on the bar next to her. She slowly turned, looking upward at the man whom she'd just been thinking about. He wasn't smiling as he leaned closer to speak. "You never called."

Turning so she could face him, she placed her elbows behind her on the bar top and lifted her brows in an attempt to feign complete control and calm. "Correct."

She watched as Harry looked past her to J and then back down at her. "Who's this?"

"A friend. Why? Jealous?"

She didn't know what angle she was going for with her hard-to-get act, but that's all it was—an act. Deep down, under her cool facade, she wanted to finish unbuttoning his shirt, the top three buttons already free, so anyone could see what he was working with underneath.

"Jealous of a boy? No."

Y/n reached for his button and pressed at it, her eyes on his. "Now, Harry. Honestly… He's my age. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to find someone my age. Thought you'd be happy for me."

"Thought you said he was just a friend."

She laughed and looked back at J, who was just standing by silently, looking between Harry and Y/n. Far too mild. She turned back to Harry. "See? You are jealous."

"Why didn't you call?"

Clearing her throat, she shifted her footing to get a little closer. "Because I wanted you to find me. I worked so hard to get you to crack that night we met and thought maybe you could put in a little effort if you were interested."

"That's not how it works," he spoke as he dipped his head closer, placing his other palm down on the edge of the bar to cage her in. "I gave you my number. You didn't give me any of your contact info. Didn't want to overstep. Ball was in your court."

"I'm easy to find, Harry. All you had to do was Google my name."

"I know. That's why I'm here. Saw your post on Instagram."

She lifted her brows, and a smile pulled at her mouth. "Is that so? And did you select this outfit just for me?" She reached again for his shirt, letting her pointer finger trail down the cotton edge along the button slits before she ran the pad of her finger on his warm skin.

Harry looked down at her hand and then back into her eyes. "Was gonna go on a date tonight. That's why I'm dressed like this."

She blinked, moving her hand away.

"Hey, uh… should we like… go back? Or, uh…" J spoke tentatively as he stepped closer.

"She's with me. You're welcome to go wherever you please, though," Harry responded, his gaze locked on Y/n's.

"I think—actually, um…" J stumbled on his words.

Y/n lifted her hand and looked over at J. "It's fine. Harry and I have a lot to discuss. You can go back to our table."

J opened his mouth and searched Harry's face, then looking back at Y/n and nodding, he scuttled away like a dog with his tail between his legs. She felt a little bad. Clearly, he thought he might have had a chance even though he never did.

"See? A boy. Couldn't even form a sentence. What are you doing with him anyway?"

"We were having fun is what we were doing. Hanging out with people my age. Why do you care anyway? You said you were gonna go on a date. Where is she?"

"I don't know where she is. Maybe at home. I didn't want to go out with her, so I cancelled."

"Then why did you plan a date?"

"So I could try and move on from you."

She hadn't expected that level of honesty from him, but his confession had her heart thumping hard in her chest.

"Coming here to find me doesn't make it seem like you want to move on."

He shook his head, his eyes shifting downward over her dress before pinning them back on hers. "I didn't think we were done yet. Really expected you to call."

"And I really expected you to figure out how to find me. Should have been easy."

"You like the chase, then. Is that what you want? For me to chase you? Follow you around like a puppy dog?"

She laughed softly. "I don't think being a puppy is quite your style. But I do like that you came all this way just to see me."

He edged his hand toward her arm, running a thumb over her skin. "I'm too old to play games, Y/n. If you expect me to run after you, jump through hoops just to see you, and beg you for your time, then I'm not your guy."

"But you came here to see me."

"Yes, I did. Consider this your freebie cause I won't do something like this again. Ball's in your court now. What do you want? To go back and play with that little boy I sent away? Or to stop fucking around and come back home with me tonight again?"

Her lips parted as heat rose up her spine. A wanton need wrapped itself around her throat as she swallowed thickly. She enjoyed being the one with all the power and feeling like she was in charge. But it was different with Harry. Despite everything, he was the one calling the shots. And she wanted him so bad she could taste it. After all, he'd ditched a date so he could come find her.

"You like me." She grinned.

The tension outlining his posture softened as he rolled his eyes, and she watched as the edge of his lips turned upward. "What gave it away?"

"I like you, too. But my place is closer this time."

Y/n's friends were already watching the whole thing go down before she returned and told them she was heading out. Tara smiled. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Her apartment was only a few minutes' drive away. The small talk they'd been making before they stepped inside her place all but vanished the moment Harry pushed her to the wall and placed his knee between her thighs with a desperate kiss.

She even gasped in surprise when he moved her and she felt the plaster of her wall behind her back. He ran a rough palm up her bare thigh, the skirt of her dress shifting upward until the stretchy material was at her hips and he groped her ass.

"Wanted to do this the second I saw you standing at the bar. Show everyone who's taking you home…" he spoke against her mouth as his thumb caught on the slinky elastic string of her thong. She felt his thigh inching up between her legs as he moved in closer.

She was pinned to the wall as he worked his mouth down her neck and continued kneading at her ass. But then she felt the material of his pants against the crotch of her panties as his thigh pressed solidly into her.

A small, weak-sounding whimper fell from her mouth when he nudged against her, signaling for her to move her hips. The spot where his mouth kissed and sucked over her throat had her head spinning and it was almost involuntary as she began to rub herself on his thigh. She gripped onto his shoulders when he began to guide her hips.

It was kind of pathetic, the way they hadn't even made it into her bedroom. Barely'd made it past her door before they were all over one another. And now, there she was, grinding her pussy against his thigh like she was in some kind of dire need, a pitiful girl so wrapped up in desperation that she was reduced to humping his thigh like a pup in heat.

The most embarrassing thing was how good it felt. His lips on her skin, his thick thigh pressed against her, his hands on her ass. "Oh god…"

Harry moved his face and looked down at her with a smirk. "Making a mess, Y/n. Guess your tough girl act was all fake. Now look at you…"

Slowing her hips, she reached up to his face. "You started it."

A boyish dimple scored into his cheek as he lifted his brows. "Did I now? Clearly, you like it. Soaking right through my pants."

"Mmm… You like it too, though. Love how wet I get, don't you?"

He licked his lips and shook his head like he couldn't believe how tenacious she was, even when pinned against her wall. "So sure of yourself, Y/n. When my day started, I imagined I'd be doing this with someone else by the end of it. Bet she'd get just as wet for me."

Y/n let out a serrated breath, though she never stopped grinding over his thigh. "Doubtful. You wanted me. Practically dragged me out of the club 'cause you knew that other chick wouldn't do it for you like I can."

"Do what for me? Huh? Hump my thigh like a desperate, horny little girl?" He teased as she moaned at the way he nudged his leg up harder.

"You wanted me a little desperate, and that's what you got. You knew nothing was gonna feel as good as me. You missed it."

"Maybe. Maybe I kept imagining you every time I got off for the past two months. Maybe the only reason I agreed to a date with that other woman was because she kind of resembled you. Wanted to pretend I was fucking you again."

Y/n let out a moan. "I want you to fuck me."

"Do you deserve that, Y/n? After that little stunt you pulled? Huh? Leaving me high and dry like that? Wasn't nice."

"I wanted to call you. I'm sorry I didn't."

"Hmm… but you wanted to play games. Not sure sorry cuts it."

He moved his leg away, and Y/n stumbled forward, her hands on his shoulders as he pulled her dress back down over her thighs.

"What can I do to make you believe me?" She looked at him with rounded eyes, hoping that he wasn't changing his mind as he pushed away and took a step back.

"Not sure. Maybe that's something you're gonna have to have to figure out. This is a lot of work, you know? Telling you what to do and how to do it. Might be nice for you to try and use that brain of yours for once."

She scoffed as he grinned at her. She knew he was mocking her, and it was meant to be playful, but still. "For once? You don't think I use my brain?"

He shrugged as he paced into her living room, and she watched him look around like he was assessing. Following behind him, she kept her eyes on his strong build and turned a light on. It was clear he was sporting a thick erection under his pants at that point. She smiled when she stepped toward him.

Taking his belt, she gripped at the leather and pulled it through the buckle before she opened his pants and cupped around his length. "You can fuck my mouth. I won't even complain. I'll let you use me however you want."

She got onto her knees and kept her eyes on his as she peeled his underwear down. His big cock had been straining against the material of his boxers and it nearly hit her in the face when it was released. She cooed and gripped around the base of him to lift it upward and began kissing gently along the underside and down to his sac.

Harry stitched his brows together, and his lips parted as he watched her. He placed a hand at the back of her head and moaned. He didn't really care about an apology, but he was going to make damn sure she understood he wasn't into the little games. He'd had plenty of that kind of thing when he was younger. When he was closer to her age, and he'd never been a fan of it.

If she really did want to be with him, or at least date a while, she'd need to learn that he wanted things clear and well communicated. "That's a good girl. Keep going."

She stroked from root to tip as she tongued along his skin, making a wet path as she went. But suddenly, he grasped her chin and tilted her head back before he shoved his thick head past her lips and slid it down her tongue, bumping against the roof of her mouth as he went. She steadied herself, quickly, gripping his muscled thighs as he held the back of her head and worked himself in and out.

He was going easy on her, not pressing his full length down her throat. Not yet. "Let's put that pretty mouth to good use. Show me you can work for it, yeah?"

Harry thrust in, his mushroomed crown glided over her tongue and back out to her soft lips before he did it again, a little deeper that time, the slit of his cock kissing the back of her mouth just before it curved into her throat. He kept his eyes on her face and the way her lips wrapped around him just right.

"Fuck you're so pretty, Y/n." He thumbed at the edge of her lip as he drove into her, feeling the saliva from her mouth coating his cock. He moaned when she blinked her eyes up at him. "Didn't want anyone else to suck my cock but you. Didn't want to even touch anyone else. Know that?"

She hummed over him in answer as he pushed deeper, making her gag lightly as the metal on his buckle clanked with his movements. "I know you know that. Proved it to you by making a fool of myself, stalking your Instagram so I knew where you were gonna be. Got me all wrapped up in you after just one goddamn night."

Y/n felt her eyes blur as tears roll down her cheeks when he nuzzled his dick in deeper and she swallowed around his tip with an embarrassing wet spluttering sound. She'd let him choke her with his cock if that's what it took. After hearing his confession, she only wanted to show him how much she had missed him and how sorry she was for not calling.

So, she leaned into him further, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to force the rest of him into her throat. The gagging and gargling noises she made were loud. It sounded like someone was being waterboarded.

"Fuck…" he gasped as she sputtered around him. He bent his knees the slightest as he let her suck and swallow around him. She was treating his cock so good he didn't know if he should just let her continue milking him like that until he was nutting down her throat or if he should reward her by returning the favor.

But damn did she feel good on his dick. She was giving it her all, and he'd decided she was forgiven.

Pulling her back, his wet dick slid past her lips and hung heavy in front of her face as he helped her stand up. She inhaled sharp breaths between little coughs as she wiped her face. "Was it okay?"

"Better than okay. You're a fuckin' star, Y/n. I need you in your bed, though. Got a condom?"

Knocking her head up and down affirmatively, she blinked her bleary eyes. Harry followed her to her bedroom and watched as she pulled a small box of condoms from her underwear drawer, and he took it from it before he pointed at her dress. "Clothes off. Then get your ass on the bed."

The thrill of having him there made her shaky. She yanked at her dress and removed the fabric before shedding the rest of her underthings.

Harry kicked his pants and his boxers off before his shirt joined the pile of clothes on the floor. He watched her climb onto her bed and sit at the middle in wait. He tossed the box of condoms onto her mattress (secretly pleased it was unopened, unused) and crawled after her on the bed, adjusting her legs and pushing her thighs apart before he thumbed her clit smoothly.

"Do you deserve to come? Think you deserve my cock?"

Y/n blinked at him as she nodded. "Yes. I just want to be good. Make you come too. Please…"

He grinned as he let his eyes coast down her denuded body. She rolled into his thumb before he took his other hand and pressed his middle finger inside. Everything that touched her pussy was glistening wet. The gushy sound his finger made as he fucked into her was lewd. She spread her legs apart further for him and dropped her mouth open as she kept her eyes on his.

She was so pretty like that. Naked and spread apart for him, lusting for him, wanting him. He added another finger and pumped into her harder. Her tits swayed as her pussy swallowed his fingers whole. She was so confident and bold it had his insides pulsing with need.

With his eyes pinned to hers he dipped down to replace his thumb on her clit with his lips and his tongue. Y/n fell backward to her mattress and moaned from the pleasure. His tongue stroked her clit and pressed flat over it before he pulled at it and repeated all while he fucked her as deep as his fingers could reach.

He held her down as she arched her back. His chin and his nose were wet, slurping and groaning into her as he worked her so close to the edge she was already seeing stars. "Yes… right there… right there…"

But he suddenly moved away. His fingers, his mouth, his body. She sat up to look at him and watched in satisfaction as she saw him digging into the box of condoms. His face was flushed and matched the shade of heat on his heaving chest.

He rolled the tight rubber down his shaft and then looked at her with dark eyes. "Turn over. Hands and knees."

With a smirk, she got to her knees and made sure to let her eyes linger on his cock before she turned and placed her palms flat onto the mattress. "Like this?" She wiggled her ass at him.

Harry moaned deeply and placed his hands on the curve of her hips, smoothing his palms over every inch slowly. "Exactly like this."

She felt him lean over her back, his mouth at her ear as he palmed at her tit. "How do you feel about me spanking you a little?" His dick was warm between her thighs as she pushed back against him.

"Whatever you do, I'm gonna love." She reared back again and turned her face to look at him as he sat back. She watched him raise his arm before his palm struck her bum with a sting.

She keened sharply and jolted forward. He did it again in the same spot as he locked his irises with hers. "Other side now."

As promised, he landed his hand over the globe of her ass again, once and then twice, a burning sensation left behind making her inhale sharply.

Then he kneed in closer and she felt him line up his dick with her entrance, fitting himself into her slowly before he plowed in with one thick, harsh thud that had her bending forward face down.

She yelped into the soft comforter when he issued her another spanking, one to each side, as he began to thrust in and out of her, long and languid with heavy palms burning into her skin.

The bite of pain blossomed with heat and curled outward, spreading along her flesh until she could almost feel the detail of his fingerprints searing into her, marking her. He groaned as he drove in deep, glutes flexing as he forced his cock through her sensitive insides.

Her bottom was stinging, aching, burning with every smack of his hand… until it wasn't. Until the gooey, pleasurable warmth of her walls that stretched around his cock deliciously melded with the sharp barbed pain of his swats… That was—it felt like her body was thrumming with a lusty, satisfying ecstasy that sent liquid fire through her veins.

"Fuck, oh god, fuck…" she mumbled into the blankets as her body was spanked and fucked and swatted and pounded. She loved it.

Harry halted, planting his palms down on the mattress to catch his breath, cock buried whole into her. They were both panting, reeling… Y/n's muffled moans pulled a smile onto his lips.

"Apology accepted," he spoke quietly as he kissed the center of her back between her shoulder blades and then reached forward to gently wrap his big hand around the front of her neck to lift her head.

"Hear me?" His deep voice sounded in her ear.

She nodded, the column of her throat bobbing into his palm, eyes still closed as she let out a feminine grunt that was probably meant to mean yes.

"You okay?"

Again, she nodded slowly, this time her eyes fluttered open. "Mmhmm. Yes."

"Hurt?" He punctuated his question with a rock of his hips forward, nudging into the end of her sharply.

She hissed, and her spine bowed. "Yes."

Slowly, he began to thrust, sliding out and in when he felt her swallow thickly before her moans vibrated into his palm. She was dripping. Every time his hips met her skin, it wetted his lap and the front of his thighs.

She had been all he wanted. Ever since the morning he dropped her off. Thought for sure he'd hear from her by the way she was acting around him. All flustered and soft and dreamy-eyed as she looked at him. Pouted when he said he couldn't come in but gave her his number. And then she just never called.

That was a hit to his ego. That he thought he somehow had the upper hand with her. But now he had her drooling, moaning, and sobbing his name as he railed her deep. He would see to it that she didn't leave him hanging like that again. He'd give it to her so good she wouldn't be able to even think about another man. At least for a little while.

But Y/n was feeling the same kind of way about him. And now he was at her place, in her bed, fucking her with his big cock like he had something to prove.

"Mmm… Harry…"

"Yeah?" He pushed in firmly, swiveling his hips to let her feel all of him. "Is that good?"

"Fuck… it's deep—sh…shit!"

Letting go of her neck, Harry used both hands to guide her rhythm as he fucked into her, tilting her into an angle that had the big crown of his cock hitting a tender spot inside her. She tensed and clawed at the blankets in response to how he commanded her movements.

He loved watching her pussy slickly spread apart on his cock, how tight it wrapped around him, how wet she made everything, the way her ass wobbled. He was tempted to give her another swat but thought better of it, knowing that he'd already done a number on her backside. Her skin was raised just enough that he could feel the small welts from his hands. He didn't want to break the skin.

His abs clenched as he plowed his dick through her, their bodies clapping together, her bed wrenching under them from the force of his thrusts. She was mumbling nonsense, straining to keep herself steady as he worked her over him with his hands gripping the meat of her hips tight.

But he slowed his motions, loosening his hold on her as he pushed in deep and stilled. He stared down at the space where they were connected as he thumbed softly at the flesh of her ass. When he was buried in like that, he couldn't see the end of the condom at the base of his shaft, so it looked like he wasn't wearing one. The dirty thought trickled warm down his chest and made his cock throb before he pulled himself out.

He pulled her up and helped her turn before he positioned her flat on her back, her tits spreading softly as she looked up at him with a dazed expression. He sat back on his haunches. "Still okay?"

She nodded, a smile slowly turned her lips upward. "I'm fantastic."

"Good. Gonna pull you up like this…" He took her thighs and dragged her up so her hips were off the bed and the backs of her thighs were draped over the tops of his. "Fuck you nice and deep, work your clit til you come. How's that sound?"

"Mmm…" Y/n nodded and squeezed her tits as she bucked her hips upward. "Yes."

He grinned down at her. He loved how confident she was. How unashamed of her body she seemed to be. Liked the way she carried herself. It was sexy to see a woman happy in her own skin.

He reached down and slowly stroked her clit, eyes connected to hers to watch her expression soften and then her brows arch as she parted her lips and moaned. "Yeah?" He murmured with a grin.

"Yes… You're so good. Fuck…" she turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, a soft gasp fell from her lips as he slid his fingers in circles on her clit and mushed into her swollen hood. She pushed her breasts together and arched her back before shifting her head to look back up at him. "Fuck me. Please."

"Want my cock, Y/n?" He nudged his hips forward, poking his condom-covered tip to the tight ring of muscle that would stretch nicely around him once he pushed his way back in.

"I need it," she pleaded in a breath, canting her hip toward him.

The harsh line of his brow as he took all of her in, spread out for him, was that of a man ready to devour. Y/n watched as he wrapped his long fingers around his base and shifted his pelvis, dipping his thick cock head just inside of her.

"Fffuck…" she stretched her neck and moaned as she took every inch he fed into her.

He slid deeper, taking his time as if he hadn't just been pounding into her and pushing her to her limit moments before. He moved his thumb over her bud as he went, her arousal smeared filthy on his fingers and all over her pussy lips.

Y/n shifted her sight to Harry's face, admiring his handsome features and the way his lips parted, how his muscles tensed as he rolled into her. He was enjoying her body, reveling in the way he felt inside of her. "Does it feel good? My pussy's good for you?"

"Your pussy feels incredible. Even with this fucking condom…" he laughed softly. "The kind of pussy I'd chase after and make a fool of myself for."

With their eyes connected, Y/n felt her heart ravaging behind her ribcage. She understood what he meant. Because, while she didn't think he'd made a fool of himself, he had chased after her to find her at the club. And he said that wasn't something he normally did. She was grateful he had, though.

His rough palm pushed her hand to the side so he could grope her tit. He continued working at her clit as he stuffed himself in to the brim and they both panted hot breaths as their connected bodies throbbed in unison.

He pressed down as he circled her wet bud, and the extra friction had her skin buzzing, pulsing with desire. Heat stretched over her thighs and curled viciously through her insides.

Harry slowly inched back and then pushed in deeper, his thighs flexing as he plunged wetly, gently smacking into her. A breathless sob fell from her mouth as she took him to his root over and over again.

His slow thrusts were deliberate, calculated. Every stroke of his rigid cock through her soft walls, every press of his thumb on her sensitive clit, every brush of his fingertips on her nipple had her rippling around him, trembling. The luscious stretch of her pussy around him as he drove in and dragged out made his tip leak into his condom.

Y/n began circling her hips to press harder into his thumb, using her leverage to get him deeper, to feel the biting pressure of his thumbprint. The soft, wet spread of her pussy around his shaft ached and squeezed and slushed.

His moan vibrated deep from his chest as he felt his balls tighten when he buried in and pressed himself flush to her. The shadows in her bedroom cast a moody expression over his features. He tilted his neck back, angling his face toward her ceiling as if he were in ecstasy.

And the languid thrusting suddenly turned into a heated pace. Harry's eyes darkened on hers when he looked back down at the girl he was fucking. He stroked her clit and released her breast, yanking her hip to meet his powerful thrusts. He battered her tender insides with his brutally thick column of rigid flesh. The sounds of plapping skin, her mattress springs bouncing, Harry's rhythmic grunts and groans as he drove in faded to a white noise as Y/n realized she was going to come from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside her.

She cried his name and her body shivered with every harsh plunge of his cock, the orgasm dotting white stars behind her eyes. Harry's own desperate moans were a giveaway that he was about to come just as hard.

"Fuck!"

Her body bounced and gushed as he drove in and in. The deep, ragged sounds he made were erotic, and a convulsive shudder wracked his powerful frame, followed by an agonized sound of ecstasy. His cock jerked inside her and then he was coming long and hard, spurting hotly into her clutching cunt.

Somehow, she'd found herself lying on top of him. He'd brought them to lie back together, and her chest was pressed to his. She felt his hand on her naked back, slowly caressing her skin as their hearts began to slow and calm.

"Mmm…" Y/n smiled as she nuzzled into his chest.

His hand drew down over her ass gently. "How's this feel?"

Lifting her head to press her chin into his pec, she raised her brows. "Sore. But that's what you wanted. To show me I was a bad girl. I deserved it."

Harry pushed a breath through his nose. "You're not a bad girl. Just stubborn. But now you know better than to play games."

Y/n shifted her gaze toward the edge of the room and pushed herself up from him as Harry watched her get off her bed and traipse to her dresser. "What are you doing?"

She turned to him and lifted her phone before pressing a few buttons, and then Harry's phone rang from his pants.

"There. Now you have my number, too. We've got no excuses anymore."

He reached his hand out toward her as she walked back to her bed and curled up next to him. "You shouldn't need an excuse. If you want to see me, then that should be enough."

She placed her palm on his chest and angled her head back to look at him. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I mean it when I say that. I regretted not reaching out. I promise no more games."

"Mmm…" He ran his hand down the back of her head. "Sounds like I finally fucked some sense into you then."

Y/n laughed. "Guess I needed that, too."

"I think you did. So did I, to be honest."

"You needed some sense fucked into you?"

Harry chuckled, his handsome smile making her heart flutter as he shook his head. "No. I meant I needed to fuck some sense into you. I'm already chock full of good sense. Don't need any more."

"Can't argue with that. So what now? You gonna stay the night with me?"

"Yep. Then, tomorrow, we'll make plans for a date. A real one."

"Why not make plans now?"

"Because we're gonna do it tomorrow. Cause I said."

"What if I'm busy tomorrow?" Y/n teased and bit her lip.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He grinned.

"Hmm… It looks like all my plans have suddenly been canceled. Guess I'm all yours."

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