#me looking at however the fuck hero and dom became friends and have that whole fun thing going on: god i wish that were me

[nat-20s]

Logically I know that you shouldn't do creative work (such as a podcast) in order to become a peer with other creatives but also like oooooo there are so many creatives I'd love to actually interact with oooo I'd love to collab on something OOOOO I would love to have a voice actor that I know from another podcast in my own podcast

[sunflowersteves]

Unforgivable || ch. one

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Your life with Natasha seemed like pure bliss until the team mistakes you for an agent gone rogue. 

Author’s note: There will be a part two!

Warnings: angst, fluff!, swearing, smut with angsty plot, basically the whole team is a dick, SMUT!!, orgasm denial, sex toys, f/f, overstimulation, dom!nat, sub!reader [18+]

m.list // next chapter

Your eyes flutter open to the morning air, the soft sounds of the birds chipping behind the window had gradually woken you up. You turn your head to see Natasha lying peacefully next to you, an arm lazily slung around you. Her red hair was tickling your cheek and you just stared; you lifted up your fingers to gently touch her rounded blushing cheeks.

“I love you, you know.” Your smile showed brightly in her direction, teeth pearly white and eyes sparkling. You giggle at the sensation of her nose poking the side of your neck and her breath fanning just above your ear. “I love you too, Nat.” She peppered small kisses all around your neck and you softly groaned at the fluttering sensation you felt in your stomach. 

She playfully bit down and you yelped, quickly turning back to giggles. She smiled brightly at you and you knew she meant trouble. Her hand slowly lifted up the hem of your shirt and her fingers trailed up your stomach before landing right on your breasts. You only cry out softly when she stops kissing your neck. “You’re so needy and I’ve only been kissing your neck.” You were about to give her a sass before her eyebrow raised a little and you quickly shut up. For eight straight days, Natasha had edged you, fingers deep inside your cunt until you were slipping towards the sweet sensation but she would stop, walking away and leaving you propped up against the wall, your face contorted into a mess and your wetness dripping down your thighs. So, you had to be on your utmost best behavior.

Her kisses became lazy and sloppy on your neck, harsh sucking and biting making your eyes close shut. “Since you’ve been so good, baby girl, maybe I’ll allow you to cum today, hmm?” She lifts the shirt off of you and attaches her lips back to your neck. You gasp as she starts to roughly massage your breast, taking the prominent bud between her fingers and pinching harshly. You look at her with wide eyes, “please…” A pool of wetness started to form in your panties, the aching and throbbing of her lack of touch already getting too much. “Oh, baby. I’m so proud. You’re already begging me to touch you” You whine as she moves her body to face in between your legs. She pulls down your shorts and panties, throwing them across the room somewhere. 

She moans at the wetness that pooled around your gracious pussy and she marveled at her finger spreading it around your wet folds. Her face twitched into a smirk as her fingers teased your clit, circling the sensitive nerves. “So good for me, baby.” You whined and groaned, hands gripping the sheets. Nat wasted no time in inserting two fingers, making a steady pace, and curling just at the right spots.

Your hips started to roll around her fingers, desperate for any kind of friction. She just chuckles and your legs start to involuntarily close. “Keep them open.” She demands, roughly spreading out your “If you don’t behave, I’m not letting you cum.” You tremble out a whine and nod your head, back arching as she inserts her fingers again, this time fucking at a faster pace. Your breath turn to shaky ones and your body twitches when she inserts another finger. “Please…” you begged, fingers pushed and pulled your walls. “Oh, fuck. Nat.” She could feel your walls clench around her fingers. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” just as the coil was about to snap, her face is quick to turn into a smirk as she halts her movements, fingers slipping out of your wet and desperate cunt. 

“Nat..” Her fingers returned to your clit and you jumped, the overstimulation settling in. “You had to be punished first, baby girl. You’ve been naughty all week.” You yelp in agony as her tongue dips between your wet folds. “Because you’ve been so mean! I can’t help it-” She leaves you in gasping breaths as she inserts three fingers, curling just a bit in your cunt.

Your head is thrown back. “I’ve been mean to you, huh? I’ve left you all alone with your throbbing pussy, haven’t I? If you had just behaved, you could’ve came a long time ago.” You couldn’t even speak, the sensation of her fingers in your swollen pussy. Your eyes widen when she grabs a vibrator from the bedside table, swiftly turning it on and pressing it on top of your clit. “Don’t cum yet.”

You squirm underneath her gaze and everything becomes too much, small tears rolling down your face. It was too much, holding in your walls from the utter bliss was making you twitch. The three fingers fucking into your tight pussy was all too much. The vibrator was teasing you, laughing at you that prevented you from coming. But you could do it, you could be a good girl. Your hands started to desperately attach them to her hands as if asking for more pressure. “Ah- Nat, please…”

She turns her head in contemplation, teasing you even more from her fingers pushing in a little bit deeper than before. But she immediately gives in, seeing the torture you had to go through the past week. “You can cum, my love.” You let go, eyes rolling in the back of your head. “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you.” the feeling crashed over you like waves, screaming so loud you thought the neighbors would knock on the door in a panic. You flailed a bit in the bed as her fingers fucked your high out. New tears streamed down your face, the pleasure so intense you could see stars and fireworks as she continued to praise you. 

“You did so well, baby. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m so proud, baby girl.” She then lifts your body into her arms and cradles you, whispering sweet nothings. She then took you into the bathroom to clean you up and help you relax. Every time you would always ask, “What about you? I can-” but she’d always shush you, insisting that your aftercare was more important than her pleasure.

-

For the rest of the day, the two of you were lazy and lounging around the house. You were sitting on the couch eating sweets together when she abruptly turned to you. “I know we’ve been dating for a while and you’ve shown me all of your friend groups but I haven’t shown you mine. I’ve wanted to protect you because of how dangerous my life is but I’ve realized that to fully open up to you, you need to meet my family.” You smile big, eyes crinkling in delight. She wanted to take a big step in your relationship, she wanted to show you a life that she kept closed off at all times. You could finally see some of the people, the heroes, that you’ve seen on the news. You suddenly became super excited.

When you first started dating you could remember when she never told you what her job was, despite being gone for weeks that even turned into months. You had to practically pry it out of her until it was no use and you started to cry in frustration asking if she just didn’t want to be with you and was pitying you. Luckily though, she reassured you that she loves you and it’s just her job. She kept you protected so not only would you have to deal with her baggage but also keep you safe. But you quickly told her that it hurt more that she kept things from you, your mind obviously going towards her just pitying you. From then on, she kept you informed on what she does and her whereabouts.

However, she still kept that life hidden away and tucked on a shelf you couldn’t read. That is, until now. You both change clothes and get ready to head out. She sat on her motorcycle, giving you your own personal helmet. You strap it on and lift one leg over to get on the bike. She then smirks in her helmet a bit as your arms wrap tightly around her abdomen, body pressed up against hers. She could feel your perky breasts on her back, nipples prominent and she practically moaned.

She kicked up the stand and drove off, part of the wind blowing her red hair. 

--

“Oh, wow.” The compound was huge, an immense looking security building with a big ‘A’ logo on the front of it. She took a hold of your hand and gently tugged, indicating for the two of you to walk in. You stared in amazement at the lobby, the modern style contrasting with white marble and some oldies accents around the place. 

She walked you over the elevator and eventually made your way to the compound’s common room where the Avengers all stood. She cleared her throat and they all turned around and gasped at the sight of you, her arms slung around your shoulder.

“Guys, this is y/n.” Clint narrowed his eyes towards you but you made nothing of it as Sam greeted you with a big smile and shook your hand. “We’ve heard much about you, y/n.” You became flustered at his comment, Nat talking about you to her friends made your heart soar. You greeted everyone with a handshake or a wave but Clint, much to your surprise, enveloped you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and before he let go, you didn’t miss the slight whisper in your ear. 

“I know who you really are.” And that confused the hell out of you. What did he mean? Did he know something you didn’t? When he let go, you just played it off as if he had never said a word as did he. Natasha smiled brightly at the two of you, happy that two of the most important people in his life are getting along.

Tony offered you to come to movie nights with the team and you gladly accepted, getting cozily into Natasha’s side. The whole team talked for a while and asked you a bunch of questions about your life. Before you entered, Natasha had told you that they might because they’re so protective so you didn’t think anything of it. However, you noticed Clint’s lack of smiles and interaction towards you. But maybe he’s just having a bad day, you thought. 

Natasha sat up slightly, stating that she’ll go make the popcorn for everyone before you pick the movie since it’s your first movie night with them. Once she was out of earshot, Clint immediately growled at the sight of you. “Stop playing her like that.” Sam whipped his head towards Clint with his eyebrows raised. “Clint, what?” You just looked at him with confused eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clint lifted the paper that he had under his jacket and handed it to Tony. Being right next to him, Rhodey peaked over to look at the folder too. “You’re a stupid lying bitch. Do you really think we wouldn’t catch you? Find out the truth?” You didn’t understand what he was talking about which was evident in your features. What had you done that made him so angry? 

“Wow. You really had us all fooled. Files all here. She’s a Hydra Agent, probably sent in to spy on Nat.” The whole team gasped and stared at you with hardened stares. You then see Scarlet Witch’s eyes glow red as she handcuffs you with her powers. “I don’t-” Tony shoved the file onto your lap and you just stared wide-eyed at the paper. 

Y/N Y/L/N -- HYDRA AGENT -- EXTREMELY DANGEROUS

You wouldn't believe your eyes. Sure, that was your name on the paper but you grew up in Queens, you’ve never seen life outside of New York. How could you be a Russian spy? You were so confused, eyebrows furrowing down at the paper. “This isn’t me.” Tony just looked at you and scoffed. “It says your name right there.” You shook your head, not believing this. Had you really been a trained assassin? You couldn’t hurt a fly. Natasha had told you about how they’ve been known to brainwash, could you really be an operative?

Steve just growled and shook his head, “You filthy human being. Messing with someone’s feelings like that is the worst thing you could do.” Agonizing pain struck through your heart, the thought of Natasha being hurt made your mind turn into straight anguish. But you were also just so confused. Nobody believed that you hadn’t done anything wrong. Nobody trusted you, even though you clearly have no idea what’s going on. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You must have the wrong person.” Bucky just rolled his eyes. “She’s already been through enough from the red room and you really want to play the victim here?” He faked a laugh, “You’re such an ugly human being.” 

For a while, the Avenger’s all kept trying to get you to talk but you just wouldn’t. They thought you were just hiding and being really good at it but the truth was that you just didn’t know anything. “She’s good. She's dodging all the questions and isn’t even scared. Definitely Hydra Trained.” Bucky’s lips pursed. Oh, but you were scared. How could they not see your trembling hands? Your eyes darting all over as you kept telling them you were innocent. Wanda then, with her eyes glowing, got super close to your face as she spoke. 

“Listen closely, we know how Natasha feels about you and don’t think she wants you killed. So we’ll let you go.” She lifts up a finger, anger still evident on her face. “We’ll only let you go if you leave her alone and never see you again or we will end you. I’ll find you myself and rip your throat out.” You gulped and nodded, promising you’ll never see Natasha again. She uncuffed the magic from your wrists and you quickly grabbed your things, tears streaming down your face as you ran as fast as possible to get the hell out of there. 

Natasha came back with lots of bowls of popcorn and she made, as a surprise, ice cream sundaes for everyone to share but she frowned at your presence not being there. And your things? Those were gone too. “Where’s y/n? Why is all of her stuff gone?” All of the Avenger’s faces twisted into facial features of remorse as they set her down, telling her what had just happened. She just angrily set down the food on the table. Tears rolled down her cheeks, sobs rippling out from her throat. 

How could she not see this? How could she be so stupid to let you in, thinking You were so gentle and kind. There was no way that you were a double agent, a spy trying to wiggle your way through her to get to the Avengers. She wouldn’t believe it. Why did you never ask about the team unless she talked to you about it? Why did your heart hammer inside your chest every time she held you? Was Natasha really just played? The one time she freely opens her heart to someone, they completely rip it out to use her?

“What? That’s not possible. S-She-” Clint just shook his head and gathered Natasha in his arms, shushing her as the tears fell. The team calmed her down and all got her to send you a text, telling you it’s over and she never wanted you anyway. Maybe that way, if you cared about her as you said, you’ll leave her alone for good. Of course, they would keep tabs on you for a while before letting you go.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as she thought long and hard. There was just no absolute way you would do something like this. So, she wiggled her way out of Clint’s grasp and took the file out of Steve’s hands. “Nat, you may not want to-” She just shushed him and read through the file. This was definitely your name but something just wasn’t right. She could feel it, in her gut. Nothing on this file seemed to add up to anything you told her. Even though “Wait, I’ve seen this before. This isn’t her.” Rhodey just sighed and placed a hand on her knee. They all thought she was in denial for the love that she had for you. “You guys, she works in humanitarian places and refugee camps there’s no way that this is her.”

“Nat, we know this is going to be really hard but working on moving on is the next best thing.” Nat just shook her head, this wasn’t you. You weren’t born on the day that the file said. Your parents weren’t the same names. The life of your childhood wasn’t the same on paper. If it was all fake, she had to give you props because you told such real-life stories of you growing up and your parents that she couldn’t believe it was true. 

“FRIDAY, can you look up the file y/n y/l/n, please?” She responds and pulls up the file. While she loads and finds the file, the rest of the avengers just sigh and shake their heads in sorrow for Natasha. They couldn’t even imagine trusting someone that much, loving someone so hard it hurt s for them to just backstab her in the back. 

But then the picture right next to the file showed up in big letters right in front of their faces. Steve just gulped as no one said a word. There was an indefinite silence, guilt, and anger, and sadness all rolled into one big empty silence. Especially Natasha. Her friends had driven you out, threatened your life. There was no way you would ever forgive her for not trusting you, for assuming the utmost worst and letter her friends to believe the lie.

On the board was a picture that looked nothing like you, opposite features and opposite body type. Rage started to bubble up inside her, none of the team had still said a word. They mulled over every single nasty and horrible phrases they shouted out to you. Natasha turned to them, fire in her eyes, and face red from anger. “How could you be this stupid?” She shouted, their heads immediately ducked to the ground. “You didn’t think to see what she looked like? I’m so fucking dumb for trusting you all! And Clint, I can’t believe you didn’t consult me first!”

Clint tried to grab her wrist, “Nat, we were just looking out for you.” She whipped around, yelling just inches in front of his face. “Looking out for me? You had to do a minimal amount of more research to find out it wasn’t her! You THINK you’re all protecting me! You’re so unbelievable.” The next words she only whispered, “I should’ve trusted my gut, should’ve trusted her.”

This time Wanda places a hand on her shoulder in attempts to consult her but her nose just flares. “Don’t even get me started on you, Wans. You could’ve read her mind, seen she wasn’t a spy.” Wanda just sighed and dropped her hand as Nat shrugs it off. “I’m sorry, Nat. I was blinded by rage.”

All she could do was grab her things and run out of the building. She could deal with those assholes later. Right now, finding you was more important.

Next Chapter

[tfckdominic]

“You know, I never really thought I’d ever spend more than a couple of nights back in that place. It doesn’t have that nostalgic feeling for me anymore. So much has happened since I left that map dot in the rearview mirror. I used to think I would be able to come back and have fond memories. But growing up…it changes us. It changed me. I’m not that same kid anymore, and I don’t even know if I would want to be. My grandmother used to say memories were like ghosts in this place, and I never understood what she meant – until now.”

AESTHETICS 

leather that smells of cigarette smoke, long late night text messages, a half empty bottle of bourbon, the yellowed pages of an old book, stargazing on a rooftop, a box of written letters never sent, a pretentious coffee order, sharing a knowing look from across the room, black and white photographs

PERSONALITY 

Shrouded in mystery, Dominic is very difficult to know…and he prefers it that way. Dominic has always had a predilection for solitude, preferring his own company over others. Being around people drains him. He does not understand the draw of the drama and the theatrics. One of his most major flaws is how critical he can be, and the man has always been unafraid of speaking his mind, often to the shock and offense of others; his sarcasm and biting wit gets him frequently into hot water with those around him. Everyone has always told him that because of this he gives off “bad guy” vibes, and most people assume he’s been arrested no less than half a dozen times, but the truth is tamer than that. He keeps to himself and isn’t quick to open up or even engage with people, which he supposes makes him aloof and enigmatic. More than anything, Dominic is an observer, and he prides himself on his intuition and his ability to read people and pick up on things others might gloss over.

FAMILY 

For as long as Dom can remember, it’s just been him, his mom, and his sister. His little sister – only a year younger than him – married right out of high school and the first summer he came back home, he saw an emotion he could not recall seeing from his mother in the entire nineteen years of his life: relief. Since they were kids, his mother worked two or three jobs, always running herself ragged to make sure he and his sister were well-cared for. The woman’s whole life was making sure their lives ran smoothly, and she was beyond exhausted. In his mind, this was her well-deserved break. So even when he dropped out after barely scraping by his freshman year of college, he did not bother his mother by coming back home. Instead, he found part-time jobs here and there in the city, trying his best to make his own way.

THE FRIENDS

ADDISON | The contempt Addison feels for Dominic is not difficult to sense. She never thought he was good enough for Alyssa, and she made sure he knew it at every available opportunity. It was one of the reasons he never made much of an effort with Alyssa after their breakup, only imagining the string of vicious text messages from her best friend about moving the fuck on and getting on with his life. To say there is no love lost between the two of them is a serious understatement.

ALYSSA | The first girl who actually made an effort with him, Alyssa was his first love. The problem between them was not a lack of feelings, but his lack of ability to express them. The girl is pushy, and she vowed to open him up. Truth be told, she made more progress than anyone else ever had, but it was never enough for her. After five years together, and her dissatisfaction with what felt like everything he could give, they ended things. It was a struggle for her to move on, but he could not stand to face her again after things dissolved, and he regularly leaves her texts without a response. No matter how much she begs for closure, he cannot stand to reopen that wound.

BRIELLE | Brielle and Dom were passing friends in high school, always friendly but never really close. These days, though, her close relationship with Matthew has brought them closer. For some reason, his lack of noticeable interest in whatever she tries to discuss with him has never deterred her – and frankly he finds her fearless dedication to being who she is refreshing. There is a part of him that wishes she would stay a permanent romantic fixture in Matt’s life, because he thinks she does make his friend happy, but he can tell she is not all in. Still, that does not hinder from slipping in subtle hints that maybe they should finally settle down.

CALEB | Dominic has always felt a twinge of envy when it came to Caleb, mostly because of his closeness with Matthew. On the exterior, Caleb and Matthew seemed like the perfect duo, often making Dom question his place in Matt’s life. It did not help that Caleb always had a way of making Dominic feel inferior. Normally, that kind of arrogance wouldn’t bother Dominic, but his friendship with Matthew was his one vulnerability, and Caleb knew just how to subtly twist the knife into that soft spot.

CLAIRE | Other than Matthew, Claire is the only other person who could even come to close to earning the title of best friend. Their mothers worked together when they were young, and they spent many days together after school at the diner, forced to interact by pure boredom if nothing else. She has the uncanny ability to read his mind, the only person who has ever been able to pin his thoughts. And the girl does not shield him from the truth at all. Over time, he has learned to do the same for her. They are unafraid of calling each other on their respective bullshit. If not for Claire, Dom is not sure he would’ve showed up for the damn reunion at all.

HALLIE | If there is one person that Dom finds annoying, it is Hallie. He can’t stand how inauthentic she is, the complete opposite of Sophie. How the two of them came to be friends, Dom will never know. Deep down, he knows Hallie probably senses what is going on between him and Sophie, but she does not seem to voice an opinion on it – likely because he is well aware of just how many nights she sneaks out of his apartment after a late night rendez-vous with his roommate. They may not exactly be friends, but they keep each other’s secrets.

LANCE | On some level, Dominic has always felt a kind of kinship with Lance. It always seemed like he was running on someone’s agenda, but never his own. It was strange, how the two of them could be on the outskirts of this friend group and still manage to be so intertwined with it at the same time. There was a hesitance for him to truly invest in anything, including their friends, and Dom would be lying if he said he did not understand it. The difference was, though, Dom had Matt and Sophie and Claire and even Alyssa. The only person Lance showed much loyalty to at all was Caleb, a guy who would be the very first to stab a friend in the back. He’s now heard through the grapevine that Lance is still in Ivy Junction and never really left, and is somewhat relieved and hopeful to find a kindred spirit back home.

MATTHEW | How can one even begin to describe the friendship between Dominic and Matthew? It is beyond friendship – to Dominic, Matt is his brother. They are perfect complements: yin and yang, light and dark, hero and sidekick. Growing up next door neighbors, the two have been inseparable since they were very young. They shared a clubhouse in between their yards, went on endless adventures, and entrusted each other with everything. When high school ended and they headed off to college together, there was no doubt in Dominic’s mind that the two would be friends for life. But life has a way of throwing curveballs. Over time, Matt became more and more engrossed with his aspirational career in baseball, and his time for friends became little to none. Although they had the uncanny ability, even then, to hang out and act as though no time had passed, things became even more strained once Matt and Sophie broke up…and Dominic and Sophie began sleeping together. Keeping a secret of this magnitude from his friends has been very difficult, and Dom can’t quite stomach the idea that his closest friend may never forgive him if he were to ever find out.  

SOPHIE | For most of his life, Sophie was his best friend’s girl. They were meant to be since elementary school, and Dom was not one to ever doubt that…even when his friend confided his own doubts to him. Sophie and Dominic always had a good relationship, she was someone he found it easy to talk to, even though he found that difficult to do with anyone. Still, he had to admit it was a surprise when Matt ended things with her and she showed up on his doorstep. Over the next year, their friendship grew and he knew he was slipping into dangerous territory as feelings took root in him that he has not felt before. Before either of them could stop it, they began an affair, one that they knew their friends would never understand, and one they themselves could not quite explain, even to themselves. Dom knows the feelings he has for her are genuine and they run deep, but pursuing them would mean losing his best friend and brother, not to mention Sophie has never given him any inkling of an indication that it is anything more than friend with benefits situation – and the truth is, Dominic is too afraid to ask.

TYLER | The only person more lowkey than Dominic has to be Tyler. Though Dom is not one to be intimidated, he has always seen Tyler as a force to be reckoned with, without making any effort. Everything the guy touched turned to gold, and it was difficult not to feel inadequate in his presence. Tyler never seemed to find himself caught up in the drama that plagued their high school days, and the two would often share an appalled look from across the room when their friend group inevitably broke out into chaos. Since his rise to fame, however, the two have not kept much in contact, but anytime they happen to run into each other in the city, they always share a few friendly words.

XAVIER | Though it was always Dominic who left people with the first impression that he was the badass, the title rightfully always belonged to Xavier – ironic, since the boy’s charm and good looks could get him out of nearly any bad situation he landed himself in. Even Dominic’s own mother could never believe Xavier could be the bad influence, which was exactly what the boy wanted everyone to believe. These days, Xavier and Dominic are roommates, both in the city and not exactly successful enough to have a place of their own. They will occasionally have dinner together, or watch television or play a game, but most of the time they go their separate ways.

 DOMINIC is portrayed by MATTHEW DADDARIO and he is TAKEN by Admin Drew.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

Dr. Harrison Wells (Earth 2 Version)

Warning: Possible Spoilers for The Flash, Unprotected sex, dom/sub, punishment, language.

Word Count: 4414

After everything that happened with zoom, Harry and Jesse now stuck on our Earth for good, and dealing with several massive team ups. Life had finally went back to being normal. Well, as normal as it could get being a meta-human and working beside the flash and his team. Since joining the hero and his friends I grew exceptionally close to one in particular.

Dr. Harrison Wells.

Mm, that man was something else. He was always calm and collected when he was Dr. Wells but once we were alone he became Harry. He had such charm, suave, and the things the man could do to me with just his words. As Dr. Wells, he always held the best poker face. He broke every now and then to send a spine tingling once over in my direction or that devishly handsome smirk that said he was up to something.

I was currently standing in a ballroom in the most expensive hotel in Central City. Tonight was one of the annual Star Lab fundraisers and I am happily hanging on Harry’s arm as his date. Tonight was the night that Harrison decided to make our relationship public and I am on cloud nine.

However, because of some intense stares from people clearly questioning the truth of our pairing, I decided to play a little game with Harry. I knew I would so get it later but it would be more than worth it.

Let’s see if he can keep the poker face all night.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and tipped it upwards so I could look at him threw my lashes. My innocent act was always a weakness for him. I slowly let my fingers trail down his bare arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. My small fingers tangled with his long slender ones. No one would question us innocently holding hands. I kept my eyes on his face while he spoke to a pair of investors. I slowly moved our hands closer to his hip. Once my thumb touched his suit jacket I snuck it behind the fabric to grab the hem of his slacks. Under the jacket my thumb slowly and softly moved across his hip teasing the hem as if I was going to stick my hand inside.

The side of his mouth twitched up into a smirk telling me he already knew what I was up too. I smiled innocently up at him. I knew he saw me out of the corner of his eye when his hand squeezed mine as if in warning. I didn’t listen of course. I pulled a small section of his button down shirt from his pants inch by inch until I could graze my thumb across the skin of his abdomen. He squeezed my hand tighter causing me to tighten my grip around his bicep with my other hand and bite back a moan.

He instantly let go knowing I wasn’t well trained enough to be quiet. Not that he liked when I was quiet anyway. I knew I could turn him on with my words just as easily as he could to me.

He finally said a farewell to the investors then immediately made a turn for the bar pulling me with him.

“Watch yourself Lexi. You know my rules. No fondling in public.” His voice was low and husk in my ear.

“Oh come on Harry, I just want to play a little.” I pouted innocently.

I heard the faintest groan leave his lips telling me I was already doing a great job. He kept his face close to mine as he moved his eyes to connect with mine.

“Fine, play your little game with me but remember I can play just as dirty.” He licked his lips while eyeing mine.

He swooped in quickly claiming my lips with his. It wasn’t a peck nor a make out. Just a sweet lingering kiss. I bet that caught a few people off guard.

“I will break that poker face of yours tonight Dr. Wells.” I breathed near his ear then sweetly kissed his cheek.

I pulled away to see him close his eyes and take in a breath trying to ready himself for whatever I had planned. I smiled knowing I’d be successful tonight for once.

I kept teasing at his pants and the sensitive skin on his arm. Barely scraping my nails across the skin to make goosebumps appear and the hair to stand at attention. It wasn’t until Harry pulled me out on the dance floor that I switched my tactic. This music was his type of music, thankfully, so I got the rare presence of dancing Harry. He gracefully wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. His hand took mine and laid it against his chest with his over mine. My other arm draped itself around his neck. I stretched up on my tip toes to get closer to his ear.

“You have no idea the things I want you to do to me right now.” I moaned more into his neck.

He definitely heard me. His arm around my waist tightened and pressed my body even closer to his. I could already feel his quickly hardening member against my thigh. My eyes on his face the whole time. No change in expression. He would only let me know he was affected with subtle hints no one else would notice.

“It’s a shame you can’t steal me away for the rest of the evening. I’m already very ready for you.” I kissed below his ear softly as he swayed us back and forth to the music.

“You are playing with fire my love.” He growled against the skin of my cheek.

“I thought you said you’d punish me if I stepped out of line. I’m being such a bad girl aren’t I Harry?” My words came out breathless against his skin.

If anyone would have been closer they would have heard the growl that ripped itself from Harrison’s throat. I challenged him. I challenged his dominate persona which always set fire threw him. In such a sinful, sexy way.

“The party is almost over. Cisco and Caitlyn can handle the rest.” Harry growled pulling you behind him towards the pair of scientists talking to Barry Allen.

“Ramon, Snow, Allen” Harrison greeted quickly his voice only a little deeper with the growing arousal.

“Dr. Wells” Caitlyn smiled.

“Lexi and I are going to head out. Will you be okay to finish out the event without me?” His tone came out as more of an order than a question.

All of them just smiled and nodded. Caitlyn gave me a quick knowing look and raised her eyebrows as if to say “oh my god.”

“Have a good evening” He gave a forced tight smile before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading us to the exit.

“You are in so much fucking trouble.” Harry growled once we were outside heading for the limo he rented for the evening.

I let a small whine escape my lips at the thought of being in trouble. I loved being in trouble with Harrison. It was always so riveting, tortuous, and passionate. We made it to the limo where Harry quickly opened the door and nodded his head for me to get in first. My eyes met his and..

My god.

If I was wearing panties they’d be absolutely soaked. His gaze was so heated it lit me up like a fucking volcano erupted. I could see how pleased he was from the attention and how pissed he was for me acting like that at such an event. I bit my lip and rubbed my thighs together. Silently telling him about the extreme heat between my thighs. His expression once again didn’t falter but his hand holding the door gripped tighter making his knuckles turn white. I quickly jumped in the car avoiding making him too pissed off. He was in a second later closing the door quickly.

As soon as the overhead light went out Harrison had me pinned between the seat and the door. Stuck in a corner. A moan slipped from my lips when I felt his teeth nip at my ear.

“The first night I actually take you out..” He trailed his lips up my neck to my jaw line.

His teeth nipped at my skin again releasing a breathless groan.

“On a very public date..” His lips followed my jawline up to where it met my neck.

His teeth grazing the skin where he stopped. I whined softly.

“You disobey me..” He growled as his breath fanned over my skin leaving goosebumps.

When I felt his teeth pinch the skin right behind my short dangling earrings, I groaned, feeling it rip threw my chest as I bucked my hips looking for some friction.

“So eager for my touch..” He teased with that devishly smirk.

I hummed an answer rubbing my thighs together again. More for my benefit than anything else. But that look in his eyes when he saw me do it made a new wave of heat wash over me. I was absolute putty just from his gaze. The smirk on his face suddenly held a new meaning. The amusement in his eyes was absolutely terrifying in the best way.

“I know just how to punish you.” Harrison purred in my ear then backed away.

He quietly sat in his regular position. This time he was staring out the window paying no attention to me. I sat up straightening myself. It was worse than I imagined. He was going to ignore me and make me suffer for a bit.

Asshole.

I crossed my legs rubbing my thighs together once more trying to keep myself calm. I will not beg before we even get home. His gaze flicked my direction then back to the window.

You are so not gonna win that easy Harrison wells.

I crossed my arms staring down at the floor. I figured I had a blank stare or an angry look.

“I love it when you pout.” Harrison’s voice was deeper but scratchy and was so low it reminded me of thunder.

I closed my eyes as the sound of it rumbled threw me almost making me moan. He knew exactly what buttons to push.

He chuckled as he clenched his fist resting on top his thigh. No touching was bugging him just as much as it was me. He won’t be able to hold out much longer. I smiled and kept myself on my side. I love playing along with his little games.

I noticed Harry get a little antsy the closer we got to the house. He must have something very interesting planned since he is so on edge.

The limo pulled into Harrison’s driveway. It wasn’t a very long driveway but there was a large circle right in front of the house. Harry was already opening the door before the car stopped. Once it did he quickly stepped out. He reached his hand down to me letting his impatience set in. I grabbed his hand and exited the car as quickly as possible. Harry pulled me to the side, closed the car door, and then hit his hand against the roof twice. It was his signal to the driver that he was good to go.

Harrison wrapped his fingers up with mine pulling me towards the house quickly. This better be good.

Harrison didn’t speak the whole time. He opened the door. Stepping to the side to let me threw first. I didn’t dare defy him now. I was in full on submissive mode.

I stood by the door as he closed it waiting for some detail on my punishment.

“Bed. Now. Loose the dress.” I could feel his eyes slowly trail down my body then back up to my eyes.

I lost myself in those cruel, sinful, green-blue eyes. Right now they looked like the ocean during a storm. Dark, wild, and unpredictable.

I yelped in surprise when Harrison slapped my ass to get my attention. I snapped back to reality.

“Now” he growled.

I swiftly made it to the breathtaking bedroom. Instead of a regular roof, Harry had a “sunroof”. He could choose to have it covered or uncover to let nature in. Right now it was glass. The whole room only being lit by the moon. I quickly snapped back getting myself out of the dress. Once it fell to the floor I climbed on the bed. He’ll know immediately that I was wearing absolutely nothing under that dress.

I listened intently to Harrison’s footsteps growing closer. He was walking slower than usual. Everything he was doing was drawing me in more and more. I wanted to beg and plead for his touch already.

I watched the door trying to prepare myself but I have no clue what he is going to do. He’s trying something new. I shuddered at the thought.

My breathing caught in my throat once Harrison came into view. He was still wearing his suit but the shirt was unbuttoned to the navel exposing Harrison’s well-toned chest and abdomen. The light dusting of hair drawing me in. Begging me to run my hand down that chest. He wore the jacket casually. His hair is now disheveled like he ran several hands threw it quickly.

I was silent as he entered the room like a predator. I held in a whimper at the sight of him. Right now he certainly was the predator and I am his fucking prey. His eyes alone told me that. But what did he have planned for me?

I watched as he grabbed my rolling lounge chair from my reading corner. He placed it at the foot of the bed facing me. He bent down and locked the wheels. Then he sat down with a grin.

I was surprised by that. He definitely was trying something new.

“You weren’t wearing anything under that dress the whole time?” Harrison asked looking at the discarded fabric on the floor.

“No” I whispered unable to be any louder.

He groaned at my words.

“You will follow my every command tonight Lexi. I have complete control.” The way Harrison spoke not taking his eyes from me made me moan.

Fuck, I’m already a mess.

“Lean back against the head board.” He was confident and watching intently.

I normally would have been nervous with something new but for some reason I felt no hesitation tonight. I leaned back as I kept my legs together. I made sure he couldn’t see much.

“Bad girl” He growled in warning.

“Open up, let me see you” He spoke with so much grace and charm.

I couldn’t help but blush at his request but I did as he said. I spread my legs apart. Keeping my knees up.

“Farther” Harrison was sure of his words as he stared into my eyes.

A whimper escaped me when his eyes left mine and found my soaked thighs. I watched his eyes darken as he took in a sharp breath. I was aching from his stare. I wanted to, no, I needed to feel a little friction down there.

“You want to touch yourself don’t you?” He asked resting each elbow on a chair arm.

He smirked as he lifted a hand to his chin. It was a slight change that seemed to make his stare on me hotter. All I could do was nod. I was speechless.

He took my full view in ever so slowly. Eyes starting at my eyes. Falling to my lips causing him to lick his own. Trailing down my neck to my breasts. This time he bit his lip. Then from my breasts to my core. His right hand fell to the bulge in his slacks. My eyes followed his hand as he slowly palmed himself as he stared at me.

Why is that so fucking hot?

He stopped before his eyes met mine again. The mischief in his eyes as he smirked had me on the edge.

“Look at how fucking wet you are.” Harrison purred.

“Fuck” slipped through my lips in the form of a moan.

“Touch yourself Lex, slowly” He commanded in the same soft tone.

“Fuuck” I moaned louder closing my eyes.

“Do it” Harry softly encouraged.

I took in a deep breath as I guided my hand over my thigh to finally release some tension.

“Slowly” He reminded me.

My fingers found my heat as I closed my eyes at the contact. I rubbed myself ever so slowly. The sound of a deep, sinful, unforgiving groan made me open my eyes. Harrison caught my eye quickly. The look on his face said it all. I was caught up in the moment forgetting what I was doing.

I continued to rub myself slowly as Harry watched me with so much boyish charm. This time I was relaxed. My eyes never leaving Harry’s.

“Just for me, huh? You like me watching you like this, don’t you?” He leaned forward giving me his full attention.

I whimpered.

I have never been so turned on.

“Answer when I ask you a question, Lexi.” Harry warned.

“Yes” I said steadier than I thought I would.

“Yes, what?” The authority of him kept me on a constant high.

“Yes, I like having your eyes on me. Like this.” I moaned as I continued the torturous pace.

“Mm, suck two fingers into your mouth and keep them there. Get them all wet until I tell you to stop.” His tone was sharp but playful.

I did as he said. Using my left hand to ever so slowly pleasure myself as he watched. My right hand came up towards my mouth to do as Harrison commanded.

“Slower” he ordered.

I slowed my hand. Once my fingers reached my mouth I slowly slipped two of them between my lips to suck. My tongue rolled around my fingers as I watched Harry.

“Now, Lexi, you can take them deeper than that.” He chided me with a grin.

I groaned around my fingers slipping them farther into my mouth.

“That’s better. You can stop. Make sure those fingers stay wet.” He was truly enjoying this show.

I opened my mouth and pulled my fingers out. Slowly, knowing Harrison would remind me again otherwise. Then I let them hover. Awaiting their orders.

“You learn quickly Lex. Bring those wet fingers down. Tease yourself a little, but don’t press inside just yet.”

Oh god, this is so fucking hot. I moved my left hand allowing my right hand full roam. My fingers finding my entrance easily. I swirled them around slowly. Not daring to push even the tiniest bit inside.

“Now let one finger in, slow as you can.”

I whimpered, pressing a finger inside my heat as slowly as I could. My eyes never leave Harrison as he watched me with those dangerous eyes.

“Good, keeping going” Harrison ordered darkling once my finger was about half inside.

I pushed in more still at the slow torturous pace.

“Deeper, Lexi. Let me see how much you like it.”

“Ugnn” I arched my back closing my eyes at his wonderful words. No, my eyes came open again, I want to watch those eyes on me.

“You’re so beautiful, Lex. Flawless. Add the other finger.”

I whined eagerly, pressing the second finger inside. I moved my fingers in and out keeping them at a slow pace until told otherwise. Harrison bit his lip as I watched his hands move to the button on his slacks. He popped the button open and undid his zipper as he watched me. He pulled himself free from his pants and boxers. He was fully erect and red at the tip. My breathing hitched as he started to stroke himself. I want to touch him, touch myself, and feel Harrison’s hands on me.

Keep going, Lexi. Deeper.” Harry growled, his voice rough and quaking now.

I complied, pressing my wet fingers as deep inside myself as I could. Quickly finding my own g spot.

“Harry..” I moaned, quivering from my own touch and the sight of Harry before me.

“Wishing that was my cock inside you, Lexi?”

“Yesss” I hissed throwing my head back.

I watched as Harrison’s pace grew just a little faster. I whimpered wanting to be down with this slowness.

“You can go a little faster Lexi. But don’t cum. You cum when I do.”

I picked up my pace enough to make myself moan repeatedly but it still wasn’t enough.

“Almost Lex, show me how much you want it. You do want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”

“Please..” I begged, completely losing myself in his words.

“Oh I will. Soon. But right now you need to cum for me just like this. Faster now. Just a bit.” Harry has never sounded so fucking sexy.

I sped up my fingers. Feeling my walls clench around them. My eyes on Harrison rapidly moving his own hand over his red and weeping cock.

“Faster” He commanded hoarsely.

“Faster, as fast as you can Lexi.” He added through clenched teeth.

I didn’t hesitate to pump my fingers as fast as I could. I was a moaning mess in front of Harry. I was so close.

“Not yet” He growled.

“Harry..!” I breathlessly exclaimed.

He moaned as he increased his speed. I couldn’t hold it back. I was going to cum.

“Now” Harry groaned as I let myself fall over the cliff into ecstasy.

He followed right behind me. Cum flowing over his hand as he still to catch his breath. I pulled my fingers out and fell back against the head board. I watched Harry wipe his hand off on his pants before standing. He let his jacket fall off his shoulders and onto the chair.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet Lexi.” He smiled as he finished undoing the buttons of his shirt.

I watched him slide his pants and boxers down his legs. He pulled his shirt off then made his way up the bed towards me.

“I was going to just let you pleasure yourself while I watched but the sight of you was just too much.” He informed me once he hovered over my quaking body.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap effortlessly. He kissed and nibbled at my neck setting me on fire all over again. The feeling of his skin against mine was absolutely indescribable. I reached between us to take hold of his cock. It was still at full attention. My hand tightly wrapped around it and slowly moved down the shaft. Harry groan and bucked up into my hand before completely pulling away from me.

“Hands and knees” He growled at me.

I turned around and positioned myself as he said. I felt him right behind me as soon as I positioned myself. A dirty, sinful, moan left my lips when I felt Harrison’s fingers rub my sensitive nerve. His dick was rubbing against my thigh making me buck my hips into him.

I felt his tall, toned body hover over mine. Head coming down to rest on my shoulder.

“Now I’m really going to punish you for, almost, breaking my poker face.” His hot breath against my skin had me arching into his touch.

“Harry” I moaned at the feeling of him pressing against my still soaked entrance.

“Beg” He growled then nipped at my shoulder.

“Please Harry, I need you to fuck me. Please, please, please” I stressed the last please as I rubbed myself against him.

“Mmm, good girl” He cooed.

“Fuck!” I screamed when Harrison slammed into me without warning.

He pushed down between my shoulder blades. I let my arms go causing me to be face first in the mattress with my ass up in the air. He slammed himself in repeatedly. I didn’t even try to keep the curse words and moans from escaping my lips.

Harrison grabbed my chin and pulled me upwards. He wrapped one arm around me to hold my arms down while his other hand held my chin. My back was pressed against his front while he tipped my head back to lay on his shoulder.

He slammed up into me with a growl.

“You really think you can act like that without being shown whose boss?” His tone was only making me hotter.

He slammed into me again. Then again and again. I was whimpering, begging, pleading for mercy at this point but I knew the only mercy I’d get would be a second orgasm.

“Please Harry..” I begged trying to keep my legs up.

Harry’s arm tightened around me most likely noticing the way my legs were shaking.

“Please what my love?” He whispered against my hair.

His pace was ruthless. It never faltered. He continued to slam home with every thrust.

“Please.. Have mercy Harry.” I pleaded as my legs gave way under me.

The only thing keeping me up now was Harrison hold me against him.

“You want mercy?” He growled as he slammed home again.

“Harry, I’m gonna-“

“Do it. Cum for me Lex. Scream for me.” He purred against my neck.

His next thrust into sent me over the edge.

“Harrison! Fuck!” I screamed as he kept thrusting.

I rode out my high digging my nails into Harry’s skin until he too cursed a string of profanities ending with my name being pulled from his lips as a groan.

He slowly pulled out of me but kept his hold around me. He effortlessly picked me up and softly laid me on my back to stare up at the stars. Harrison curled up beside me pulling me against his body.

“I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.” I groaned into his chest.

“It’s your own fault but I’ll get quite the kick out of watching you try to work around the lab tomorrow.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.

“Worth it” I breathed as my eyes fluttered closed.

“Mm, it was quite incredible but if you ever pull that shit again at another important event I’ll truly make you beg for mercy.” His voice dropped quickly to warn me not to try it again.

I shivered at the sound but we both knew I’d certainly be trying it again.