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Cat Nap

pairing: harry wells x reader warnings: fluff, comfort word count: 1.2k

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"Happy Birthday, (y/n)!!" The team cheered as you walked into the Cortex. 

"Aww thanks guys!" You beamed as you hugged each of them. 

"Wait, we got you something" Barry says, handing you a wrapped box. You unwrapped it and inside was a small silver lightning bolt charm bracelet.

"Awe Barry! It's perfect!" You gush as you took it out and had him help you put it on. "Thanks, Bar!" 

"Iris helped me pick it out ha ha" he smiled. "Oh! And, I got you a card" Barry pulls out a half crumbled birthday card. 

"Happy Birthday, (y/n)!" Caitlin smiles as she hands you a basket of self care items. Expensive lotions, and candles that you'd been looking for for ages. 

"Oh my gosh! The Sizzling Sweet collection?!" You exclaimed. "I've been looking for that everywhere!!" 

"I know! I saw it at the store and had to buy you the whole set!" Caitlyn replies. "And killer frost, wanted to get you something also..." 

She handed you a leather box, which to no one's surprise, had a knife in it. 

"My gift to you" Cisco said as he wheeled out a mannequin. He unveiled the sheet to reveal a brand new suit. Blue and White with black trim, and a black lighting bolt. 

You stood in awe before you sped into it. Enjoying the smell of fresh tech. 

"Fully updated, mask with directions. And... check it" Cisco hands you a small box with a lightning bolt necklace. 

"Aww Cisco, it's beautiful" you gasp. 

"That's not all, press on it!" He urged. 

When you did, the suit retracted into it. The team cheered. 

"Yo! This is fucking awesome!" You exclaim. 

"Finger print reactive so only you and can activate it!" Cisco said proud

Joe handed you a card with $300 inside it and gave you a dad hug. Itis planned an entire birthday dinner at a fancy restaurant and a spa day on Saturday. But the last person you were waiting for was Harry Wells, who told you he had something for your birthday. 

"You called for me?" You peeked through the door. 

"Yes. I did. Happy Birthday" Harry said curtly. 

"Thank you!!" You say as you leapt into his arms and rapidly kissed his cheek. "Is Harrison Wells blushing?" You tease. 

"Absolutely not" he deadpanned, but his smile was breaking through. "Actually, I got you something!" He set you down gently and turned around.

Sitting beside his desk was a tiny orange kitten with huge green eyes and massive paws that he clearly hadn't grown into yet. The second the kitten saw you, he let out a raspy little meow and tripped over his own feet trying to reach you.

Your mouth dropped open.

"No way..." You whispered.

The kitten climbed directly onto your shoe like he'd already decided you belonged to him.

"Oh my god," you breathed, immediately scooping him up. "Harry..."

The kitten instantly buried himself against your chest, purring so hard his tiny body vibrated.

Harry watched you carefully, trying and failing to keep his expression neutral.

"You said once that orange cats are statistically more reckless than other breeds," he said stiffly. "Which seemed fitting."

You blinked at him before laughing softly. "You got me an orange cat because he's chaotic?"

"I got you an orange cat because you're chaotic." Harry corrected.

You grinned so hard it hurt.

"He's perfect." You rubbed your nose against the kitten's head. "Hi baby..."

The kitten grabbed onto the chain around your neck with tiny claws.

"What's his name?" you asked.

Harry shrugged once. "I assumed you'd decide."

You looked down at him for a long moment. His orange fur was darker along his back, almost copper in the Cortex lighting. Wild green eyes. Trouble already written all over him.

"...Maverick."

The kitten meowed immediately.

Your eyes widened. "See? He likes it."

"He made a noise," Harry deadpanned.

But there was the faintest smile threatening the corner of his mouth.

You stood quickly and launched yourself at him before he could prepare. Harry caught you automatically with one arm while the other steadied the kitten between you both.

"Thank you," you whispered against his cheek before kissing it rapidly. "Seriously... this is the best gift anyone's ever given me."

Harry looked almost caught off guard by the sincerity in your voice.

"...Yes well," he muttered quietly. "He appeared to be the least irritating one in the litter."

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A week later, Harry returned from Earth-2 exhausted.

The breach closed behind him with a hiss as he stepped into the apartment, shrugging off his coat immediately. Jesse's reactor issue had turned into an eight hour disaster involving blown circuits, three arguments, and one near explosion.

All he wanted was silence.

Instead, he was met with the faint sound of a TV playing somewhere in the living room and the smell of vanilla candles.

Harry pulled off his cap as he walked further inside.

Then he stopped.

You were asleep on the couch.

One leg tangled in a blanket. One arm stretched above your head.

And curled directly on your chest was Maverick.

The orange kitten was completely sprawled out across you, snoring softly while one tiny paw rested against your collarbone.

Harry stared at the sight quietly.

The apartment lights were dim, casting everything gold and warm. Maverick's favorite toy mouse was on the floor beside the couch. Your book had fallen open against your stomach sometime before you'd fallen asleep.

Something in Harry's chest softened painfully.

Maverick cracked one eye open when he noticed Harry standing there.

The kitten stretched lazily before settling back against you possessively.

Harry scoffed softly. "You weigh four pounds. Relax."

The cat blinked at him slowly.

You shifted in your sleep at the sound of Harry's voice.

"...Harry?" you mumbled tiredly, eyes still closed.

"Yes."

"You're home..."

"I live here."

A sleepy smile crossed your face. Your hand blindly reached outward until your fingers caught the sleeve of his shirt.

"Missed you."

Harry went still for half a second.

Then his expression softened into something quieter. Something only you ever got to see.

"I was gone less than a day."

"Still missed you."

Maverick lifted his head and meowed sleepily in agreement.

Harry sighed dramatically. "Wonderful. Now the cat's emotionally attached too."

You laughed weakly without opening your eyes.

Harry looked at the two of you for another long moment before finally disappearing down the hallway.

You frowned slightly in your sleep when you heard him leave.

But a minute later he came back carrying another blanket and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants instead of his slacks.

Carefully — and far gentler than anyone would ever expect from Harrison Wells — he draped the blanket over you and Maverick.

The movement made the kitten stir first. Maverick stretched dramatically before climbing off your chest and onto the cushion beside you.

Harry shook his head quietly before lowering himself onto the other end of the couch with a tired sigh.

A few minutes passed in silence.

Then, still half asleep, you shifted across the cushions toward him.

Your head eventually landed against his shoulder while your hand loosely slid up the front his shirt.

Harry froze briefly before glancing down at you.

"...Incredibly clingy," he muttered under his breath.

Maverick lifted his head at the sound of Harry's voice before hopping into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. The kitten circled twice before curling into a warm orange ball against Harry's stomach.

Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"You barely know me."

Maverick started purring instantly.

Harry looked down at the orange kitten now purring against him.

"...I liked the apartment better before the two of you started shedding everywhere," he muttered.

Maverick simply purred louder.

Harry sighed heavily, but his hand still absentmindedly moved to scratch behind the kitten's ears while you slept against his shoulder.

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One Collective Brain Cell

pairing: harry wells x reader warnings: smut, angry, oral sex (m receiving) word count: 899

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Harry slammed the tablet down onto the kitchen counter hard enough to make you jump.

"Unbelievable," he snapped, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Every single time I leave that Earth alone for more than twenty-four hours, something explodes."

You leaned against the couch quietly, watching him pace your apartment kitchen in nothing but a black button down with the sleeves rolled messily to his elbows. 

He'd been angry since he got home. Not at you — never really at you — but the irritation radiating off him was enough to make the entire apartment feel tense.

"Harry..." you said softly.

"What?"

His tone was sharp instantly, but the second he looked at you, some of the anger eased from his face.

You walked toward him slowly. "You've been pacing for like an hour."

"Because Jesse and half the engineers on Earth-2 apparently share one collective brain cell."

A laugh almost escaped you. Almost.

Harry pointed at you accusingly. "Don't encourage them."

"I wasn't gonna say anything."

"You were absolutely going to say something, (y/n), I know you."

You smiled a little before stepping closer, your hands sliding gently up his chest. Beneath your palms, you could feel how tense he still was.

Harry exhaled slowly through his nose.

"You're stressed," you murmured.

"Brilliant observation."

"Grumpy too."

"I'm always grumpy."

"That's true."

Harry rolled his eyes, but his hands automatically settled on your waist anyway.

You tilted your head slightly, studying him for a moment before your expression softened.

"You know..." you said quietly, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt, "I might know something that would help your mood."

Harry's eyes narrowed immediately.

"And what exactly are you implying?"

You stepped even closer until his back lightly hit the counter.

"Maybe," you whispered, "you should stop thinking for five minutes."

Harry looked at you for a long moment. His jaw flexed slightly beneath the dim kitchen light.

"...You are a dangerous distraction."

"Mm. But I'm your dangerous distraction."

That finally pulled the faintest smirk from him.

Harry's hand slid up your back slowly before he leaned down, his forehead resting briefly against yours.

"You have terrible timing," he muttered quietly.

"And yet," you smiled softly, "you love me anyway."

His expression softened completely then — exhaustion, irritation, and affection all mixing together in a way only you ever got to see.

"...Unfortunately."

You laughed quietly before kissing him, slow and warm, and for the first time since he'd gotten home, Harry finally stopped thinking about Earth-2 entirely.

Your fingers continued their slow work on his shirt buttons, one by one revealing the warm skin beneath. 

Harry watched you, his breathing already beginning to even out as your touch worked its magic.

"Let me take care of you," you murmured against his lips before sinking to your knees.

Harry's breath hitched as you looked up at him from the floor, your hands now working on his belt buckle. His hands came to rest on the counter behind him, knuckles white as he gripped the edge.

"You don't have to—" he started, but you cut him off.

"I want to."

You freed him from his pants, your eyes never leaving his as you took him in hand. 

Harry's head fell back against the cabinet with a soft thud, his entire body trembling slightly as you leaned forward.

Your tongue traced patterns along his length, teasing and exploring until he was fully hard and leaking. 

Harry's responses were music to your ears—soft gasps, whispered curses, and the way his thighs tensed beneath your touch.

You took him into your mouth, starting with just the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. 

Harry's fingers tangled in your hair, not pushing, just holding on as you began to work him deeper.

"God," he breathed, his hips making small, involuntary movements. "You're... incredible."

You hollowed your cheeks, creating that perfect suction as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each downward motion. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth, stroking what you couldn't yet accommodate.

Harry's breathing became more ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you increased your pace. 

You looked up at him, watching the expressions of pleasure cross his face—his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth slightly parted, a flush spreading across his chest.

You varied your technique, sometimes focusing on long, slow strokes that had him trembling, other times taking him deep and fast until he was gasping your name. Your free hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as you continued your oral assault.

"I'm close," Harry warned, his voice strained.

Instead of pulling back, you doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone. You swallowed around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge.

When he came, it was with your name on his lips, his body shuddering with release as you swallowed everything he gave you. You continued to gently suck and lick him through his orgasm, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until he was completely spent.

You stayed there for a moment, resting your cheek against his thigh as he recovered, his hand still stroking your hair.

"Come here," Harry said finally, his voice rough as he helped you to your feet.

He kissed you deeply, his hands framing your face as he poured all his gratitude and affection into the embrace.

"Thank you," he murmured against your lips. "I needed that."

"I know," you smiled, running your fingers through his now-disheveled hair. "That's why I'm here."

Harry pulled you flush against him, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, feeling the last of his tension melt away completely.

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Pillow Talk

pairing: harry wells x reader warnings: smut, morning sex word count: 1.2k

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The sun was barely shining through the windows, the birds already making their noises in the tree outside your window. Probably a fox burrowed in the hole near the tree, they usually did this time of year. 

You blinked a few times to see the cotton candy sky, just before sunrise. Your favorite time. 

You felt the weight of Harry's protective arm holding you tightly to him, even in his sleep he refused to let you stray too far from him. You looked over to see him slightly stirring. 

Deciding to stay in the warmth and safety, you pushed yourself further into Harry. You bumped up against something hard, earning a sharp but sleepy exhale from the scientist. 

"You know, if you want it, you can have it," a raspy voice said from behind you. 

"I was just trying to get comfy," you say bumping against his morning wood again. 

"Whatever," he sighed and seemingly fell back asleep. But his hand did otherwise. It drifted down to the front of your thong, just barely ghosting your clothed clit. 

His fingers traced slow circles over the fabric, making you shiver despite the warmth of the bed. You could feel his warm breath against your neck, soft and rhythmic with his sleepiness.

"Harry," you whispered, arching slightly into his touch.

"Mmm," was his only response, his fingers continuing their lazy exploration. "You feel so good."

Slowly, he pushed your thong aside, his fingers finally making direct contact with your sensitive flesh. You gasped softly as he found your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that had your toes curling.

"Like that?" he murmured against your shoulder, his voice thick with sleep and desire.

"God, yes," you breathed, pushing back against him. "Don't stop."

His other arm tightened around your waist, holding you steady as he continued his ministrations. One finger slipped inside you, then another, moving in a languid rhythm that matched the early morning stillness outside.

"You're so wet," he observed with a sleepy chuckle, his thumb now working your clit as his fingers pumped slowly in and out.

You could only moan in response, your body arching with each gentle thrust of his fingers. The sun was beginning to rise higher, casting a soft golden glow across the room.

"Ready for me?" he asked after a few more moments, his voice still raspy with sleep.

You nodded eagerly, shifting to give him better access. He positioned himself behind you, entering you slowly with a soft groan. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely as he began to move at a leisurely pace.

"God, you feel amazing," he breathed against your neck, his hips rocking gently against yours. His hand returned to your clit, rubbing in time with his slow thrusts.

The room was filled only with your soft sounds of pleasure and the gentle rustling of sheets. Harry's movements were unhurried, almost lazy in their pace, but each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"I could stay like this all day," he murmured, punctuating his words with a yawn that he tried to stifle against your shoulder.

You smiled, pushing back against him. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me now, Wells."

His response was a low chuckle as he picked up the pace just slightly, his fingers working more insistently at your clit. "Never," he promised, though his voice was thick with sleepiness.

Your body began to tighten, that familiar coil of pleasure winding deep in your belly. Harry's sleepy rhythm was maddeningly perfect, each slow drag of his cock against your walls sending sparks of electricity through your veins.

"Harry," you gasped, your voice breathy. "I'm close."

"Mmm, me too," he murmured against your neck, his fingers on your clit moving with slightly more purpose now. "Cum with me, (y/n)."

His thrusts became a little deeper, a little more deliberate, though still maintaining that unhurried pace that was driving you wild. You could feel him growing harder inside you, his breathing becoming more ragged against your ear.

"God, you're incredible," he breathed, his hips stuttering slightly. "So tight, so perfect."

With a final, particularly deep thrust, you felt him spill inside you with a soft groan. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over you. His fingers never stopped their movements on your clit, prolonging your orgasm until you were trembling with oversensitivity.

For a moment, you both lay still, breathing heavily in the now brightly lit room. The sun had fully risen, casting warm golden light across your tangled limbs.

Harry shifted slightly, his softening cock still inside you as he tightened his arm around your waist. "Morning," he mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied with a contented sigh, turning to face him slightly. "That was..."

"Perfect," he finished for you, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Before you could respond, he was rolling you onto your stomach, his body covering yours as he settled between your legs. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh.

"Harry," you protested half-heartedly. "Aren't you tired?"

"Never too tired for you," he chuckled, positioning himself at your entrance again. "Besides, I'm fully awake now."

He entered you slowly, this time with a different angle that had you gasping. His hands braced on either side of your head as he began to move, still maintaining that deliciously slow pace that was quickly becoming his signature.

"I love watching you like this," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep but now laced with desire. "All spread out for me, taking me so well."

You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with a growing urgency. "Harder," you demanded, your face buried in the pillow.

His response was a low chuckle as he obliged, his movements becoming more forceful though still maintaining that unhurried rhythm. The bed creaked softly with each thrust, the sound mixing with your increasingly loud moans.

"Like that?" he asked, his voice strained with pleasure.

"God, yes," you gasped, reaching back to grip his hip. "Don't stop."

His hand snaked beneath you, finding your clit again as he continued to thrust. The dual stimulation was almost overwhelming, your body arching with each movement.

"I'm close again," you warned, your voice trembling.

"Me too," he grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Cum for me, baby. One more time."

With his words and the skilled movements of his fingers, you tumbled over the edge again, your body convulsing with pleasure. Harry followed moments later with a deep groan, collapsing against your back as he emptied himself inside you once more.

For a long moment, you both lay panting, the room now filled with bright morning light. Harry shifted slightly, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder blade, then rolling off and taking you with him. His cock still pulsing inside. 

"Stay like this for a bit?" he murmured, his voice heavy with post-coital sleepiness.

"Mmm," you agreed, already feeling yourself drifting back toward sleep despite the late hour. "Just for a little while."

As your breathing evened out, you felt Harry's weight settle more heavily beside you, his body relaxing completely as sleep finally claimed him again. The last thing you remembered before drifting off was the gentle rhythm of his breathing against your back and the lingering warmth of his body pressed against yours.

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Overkill

pairing: harry wells x reader warnings: smut, tension word count: 1.6k

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You and Harry butt heads constantly. You had no connections with the guy and didn't stand for his anger at all. Two of the smartest people at the Lab and all you did was argue. 

"No, no, no, no. NO!" He shouted at your equation. 

"Stop being so dramatic" you grit, watching him erase everything you wrote then picked up the marker. 

"I'm not dramatic, your equations are blatantly wrong" he shrugged angrily. Harry Wells, from Earth-2, was nothing like your Harrison Wells, who was sweet. 

Harry Wells was all the things you hated at once. But it attracted you to him. The opposite of the other Wells, who you viewed more as an attractive work friend and not someone you'd like to rail you in the elevator. 

"See? This is the proper equation" Harry said finally. A proud look etched on his face but beyond his icy blue eyes raged a fire that could keep Earth warm. 

"Wrong" you say defiantly, running a manicured finger through his equations. Making fives and sixes look similar. 

"I'm gonna fucking- kill you" he shouted as he threw the marker. You ran and caught it, pelting it back at him with your super speed.

Within moments, the angry genius was on his knees yelping in pain. 

"Stop throwing shit!" You shouted. 

"Stop throwing it back!" He fired back. "God, you're a speedster, (y/n), it was overkill" He looked up at you through his lashes, eyes scanning your body and finally making their way to your clothed pussy. Your jeans in the way. 

Harry Wells didn't want to admit it, but he was overly in love with you. Or, maybe he just wanted to rip your clothes off... hard to say. 

"I like the way you look on your knees" you tell him. 

"You what?" It came sharp, almost as if it were the beginning of a long lecture. 

"You heard me, Harry" was all you could say. 

The way he was looking at you was enough. On his knees, his blue eyes looking at you with puppy-like excitement. 

Suddenly, his hands jolted out. Reaching for your jeans. He pulled you closer to him, he rested his forehead against your tummy. Kissing the bare skin where your crop top didn't cover. 

"Harry..." you say with warning. 

"(Y/n)?" He answered. 

"What're you doing?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper. 

"I just- I wanna know what you taste like" Harry rasped. "What it feels like to be yours" he was practically clawing his way up your jeans, finally making it to your waist. 

"Harry I-" 

"We can go back to hating each other afterwards" Harry spoke.

You tossed the idea in your head, finally giving him a nod of approval. 

He worked on your jeans, pulling they were at your ankles. His hands shook with anticipation as they reached for the thin lacy barrier between his tongue and your pussy.

His trembling fingers finally hooked around the delicate lace of your panties, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly peeled them down. 

The fabric whispered against your skin, pooling at your ankles with your jeans. 

Harry's breath hitched audibly, a ragged, desperate sound in the sterile quiet of the lab. He looked at you as if you were a religious artifact, something to be worshipped.

"God," he murmured, his voice thick with a reverence you'd never heard from him. It was stripped of its usual arrogance, leaving only raw, naked need. "You're... Christ, you're perfect."

His hands, usually so steady when calibrating complex machinery, shook as they gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his face. He didn't dive in immediately. Instead, he pressed his cheek against the soft skin of your inner thigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled deeply. 

He was savoring the moment, the scent of you, the warmth radiating from your core. It was an act of utter desperation, of a man finally succumbing to a craving he'd fought for far too long.

"Harry..." you breathed out, the sound barely a whisper, a mix of surprise and burgeoning arousal.

"Shhh," he whispered against your skin, his voice vibrating through you. "Just... let me." He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, so close to where you wanted him yet maddeningly far. "I've thought about this. Every time you've argued with me, every time you've rolled your eyes at me... this is what I was thinking about. Getting on my knees for you."

The confession hung in the air, potent and electrifying. This wasn't just about lust; this was about surrender. The great Harry Wells, the man who built an empire of intellect and intimidation, was on his knees before you, confessing that all his bluster was just a shield for this overwhelming desire.

Finally, he shifted, his gaze locking onto your slick folds. His blue eyes, usually so cold and analytical, were now dark and burning with an intensity that made your breath catch. He leaned forward, and the first touch of his tongue was hesitant, almost reverent. 

A slow, broad stroke that flattened against your entrance and traveled upward to circle your clit. It wasn't skilled, not yet. It was exploratory, desperate, a man tasting water after a lifetime in the desert.

A choked sound escaped his throat as he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips glistening.

"You taste... fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined." He looked utterly wrecked already, his carefully constructed composure crumbling to dust. "Better than solving a unified field equation. Better than any discovery I've ever made."

He dove back in, this time with more purpose. His tongue delved between your folds, licking and exploring with an insatiable hunger. He wasn't just tasting you; he was trying to consume you, to memorize every texture, every fold, every subtle shift in your flavor. 

One of his hands slid from your hip to grip your ass, pulling you even tighter against his mouth, as if he were afraid you might disappear.

Your fingers tangled in his thick hair, not to guide him, but simply to hold on. The sensation was overwhelming. The wet, hot sounds of his mouth on you, the scratch of his stubble against your sensitive skin, the desperate noises he was making in the back of his throat—it was all too much.

"Harry," you moaned, your voice unsteady.

He responded with a guttural groan, the vibration sending a jolt straight through you. 

"Say my name again," he demanded, his voice muffled against you. "Please, (y/n). Say it like that again."

You did, and the effect was immediate. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue focusing on your clit with a new ferocity. He sucked it into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while his other hand, which had been resting on your thigh, moved to your entrance. 

He teased you for a moment, circling your opening with his fingers before slowly, deliberately, sliding two inside you.

You cried out, your back arching off the wall. His fingers were long and precise, curling instantly to find that perfect, spongy spot inside you. 

He began to pump them in time with the movements of his mouth, creating a devastating rhythm that had your legs trembling.

"Is this okay?" he panted, pulling back for a second, his face flushed and his lips swollen. There was a flicker of his old arrogance in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a desperate need for your approval. "Am I making you feel good?"

"God, yes," you gasped, pushing his head back down. "Don't you dare stop."

A triumphant, almost feral grin spread across his face before he buried himself back between your legs. He was a man possessed, his movements becoming more confident, more assured as he learned your body's responses. He was a genius, after all, and he was applying that same relentless intelligence to this new, intoxicating puzzle.

"I could stay here all night," he growled against you. "I could die right here and be happy." His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in tight, firm circles as his tongue lapped at your entrance, his fingers still pumping inside you. The triple stimulation was your undoing.

The pressure built to an unbearable peak, a white-hot coil tightening in your belly. Harry could feel it too. He could feel the way your walls were clenching around his fingers, the way your hips were bucking uncontrollably against his face.

"That's it," he urged, his voice a low, commanding rasp. "Cum for me, (y/n). Let me have it. I need to feel it." His words were the final push. With a cry that was half his name, half an incoherent sob, you shattered. 

Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your vision going white as your body convulsed. 

Harry held on, his mouth and fingers working you through every spasm, prolonging your pleasure until you were completely spent, slumping against the wall for support.

When the tremors finally subsided, he didn't pull away immediately. He stayed there for a long moment, pressing soft, gentle kisses against your oversensitive flesh, his hands stroking your trembling thighs. When he finally looked up at you, his face was slick with your arousal, his expression one of utter, worshipful adoration.

He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving yours. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 

"Still think I'm wrong?" he asked, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

You managed a weak laugh, your body still humming with aftershocks. 

"About the equation? Absolutely. About this?" You reached up, tracing his swollen lips. "You were... unexpectedly right."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"We can go back to hating each other now," he whispered, though his tone suggested anything but. "If that's what you want."

"All I know is that I want you to do that again" you whisper before kissing him again. His lips tasted like you. 

"That I can do" He grinned. 

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You sat on the couch, watching Inderdimensional Cable waiting for Rick and Morty to come home. You weren't sure how long they were gone or gonna be gone.

You were Genes daughter. Rick couldn't understand how he could produce you. Your body was like no other woman he had ever seen. Funnily enough, your mom was a honey bee, she and Gene had met at a club while he was there for an old College party.

You had an hour glass body shape, a gorgeous face, perfect (h/c) locks that fit your face perfectly, and bright (e/c) eyes that could convince a man to do anything. Every man except for Rick...

You got bored and wandered through the house as you usually did. You found a snack in the fridge and went upstairs to Ricks room. He hated people in there.

"Nuh uh uh uh. Get the fuck away from my room. Also, I've been watching Jurassic Park recently so I'm kind of on that. But seriously, don't touch my shit" a hologram raged at you as you neared his door.

"Yeah yeah" you rolled your eyes with a smirk, entering anyways. You lounged now in Ricks bed, bored again. An idea popped in your head, empty house, no sign of anyone. Perfect, and in a new place, Rick's fucking bed.

A few minutes later, your pussy was soaking his bed and you were getting sloppy with your movements. Your quiet moans ringing through your head.

You didn't hear them come home. You didn't hear Rick tell Morty he was going upstairs. You didn't hear Rick's footsteps.

"What. The fuck. Are you doing?" He spoke authoritatively. You pulled his blanket on top of you, covering your bare pussy. Your eyes shot open to meet his, a cold and vicious glare. "Well? Are you fucking mute all of a sudden?"

"N-no" you stammered. Face turning red in embarrassment. "I was just... filling time" you managed.

"By fucking your self? In MY fucking bed? S-since when did I lose m-my my privacy in this goddamn *burps* house?!" He said aggravated as he closed his door.

"Drama queen" you mutter as you continue playing with yourself. His eyebrow raised in contempt.

"Excuse me?" He snapped. "You're in my *burps* room, making a goddamned mess on m-my-my-my bed, and you have the balls to keep going?"

"Well once I start, I can't stop until I cum... and I have to start from the beginning" you say matter-of-factly. Your face twitching as you touched yourself. You locked eyes with him, his eyes drifting to your moving hand as it moved under the blanket."If you want your room back sooner, you can always help" you suggest in a low tone.

"M-move the blanket (y/n)" he ordered. You obeyed. He now havd a better view of your bare waist. You turned to face him, spreading your pussy lips for him. "I fucking hate you"

"Come prove it" you challenge. In that instance, Rick unbuckles his belt and slightly pulls down his pants, enough for his cock to spring free from the strain. He positioned himself at your entrance, kissing you before entering your heat. His lips attached to yours, holding your throat.

"I fucking will, you useless piece of shit" he declared. A smile spread across your face. He thrusted into you, his cock reaching farther than anyone else ever had. "Oh yeah, you like my big cock inside you, don't you?" He teases. You nod.

"Fuck yes. You feel so fucking good" you moan. His hand clasps to yours mouth.

"Ke-keep it down, (y/n). you're gonna let everyone know you-you-you're gushing on my cock." He noted as he looked down at your wetness coating his member. "Such a g-good fucking girl"

"Mmhmm" you moan behind his hand. Eyes watering from pleasure as he fucked into you. His dick swirling inside your pussy. Your stomach dropped while your heart went up into your throat.

"Oh is that pussy gonna c-cum for me?" He asks, fucking you harder. "Is that pussy gonna *burp* cum?" You nod helplessly, your eyes rolling back as you go brain dead on his dick. Your pussy clenching around him as you began to squirt on him. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in his ears as he watched your cunt drown his dick in juices.

"Holy shit, you're fucking g-gold" he groaned. "Can I cum in there? It feels so good" he teased. You could hardly contain your body spasms as he continues to overload you. He groaned a little louder before a hot shot of cum painted your walls. Followed by a few more thick ropes of cum. He roughly pulled his cock out, and Leaned down to see his cum already leaking out of your throbbing pussy.

"Mmmph, Rick" you whimper lightly as he dipped his head down into your pussy. Lapping away at your mixed juices. He stood back up, cumming glistening on his chin. He towered over you, gently pulling your jaw open. He spit in your open mouth. Towering above you again, barbarically wiping his mouth with his arm.

"Swallow it" he told you and you did. A gasp leaving your lips after his cum went down your throat. You looked at each other, now breathing heavily. Sweating and now sexually satisfied. "I gonna *burps* portal us downstairs when you get dressed so it l-l-looks like you just got got here" he spoke. Eyes drowned with lust as he stared down to your dripping pussy, his cum seeping onto his sheets.

"And then, Rick blew the head off the alien and we just ran. The-the cube is a-a-actually in my room right right right now" Morty finished as you leaned on Rick's work bench. You took a swig from Rick's flask, letting him glare at you as you did.

"Sounds epic Morty, I'm just sorry I missed it" you acknowledged.

"Well I'm sorry we we don't call you to tell y-you our mission" Rick said sarcastically. You smirk at him.

"Well, you should" you say poking his head. He growled lowly as you turned your back to him. He knew he'd be back in that pussy later. He needed it now, he'd never had a better pussy than yours.

"R-r-Rick? Why're you st-staring at her like that?" Morty asked loudly.

"Shut the fuck up Morty and get me a beer" Rick snapped again. A smile settling on your face as you walked out of the garage.

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Look at Me (part 2 )

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Look at Me part 1

Tw: dark content, rape is implied, somnophilia, drugging

In Ho awake in the night, his cock raged. You tapped him, asking for a glass of water. He got up and walked to the bathroom, filling the glass with water. An idea popped into his mind. Sleeping pills he thought. He broke a few off in the glass of water. Bringing it to you and watching you drink it.

He laid down and pretended to sleep, waiting until you were asleep again. Even after all he did to you yesterday, even though he apologized, he couldn’t help himself. You were just so dumb, taking his apology the way you did. He needed to feel you again. He was a disgusting man and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He turned his head to look at you. You were sound asleep, probably the best sleep you’ve gotten since you’ve been there. But you were laid next to him, there was no saving you from what he was going to do to you.

He snuck his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles as he softly stroked his cock. He watched you as you slept, hoping you didn’t wake up at all until he was inside of you. You whimpered in your sleep, the sound making him throb.

He stuck a finger in your core, another whimper, measuring how wet you were. Enough, he thought, she’s wet enough.

He pushed himself on top of you, staring down at your sleeping face. He wasted no time in pushing himself into you. Groaning at the feeling, you were still so tight, even after all he did earlier.

He began to thrust into you, his moans loud and shameless, as he fucked your sleeping body. He placed a hand on your throat, the lack of air waking you up.

“I-In Ho” you were dazed, voice sleepy, eyes heavy. “What’re you doing?” You say before realizing your brain was in gear for pleasure. Your sleepy moans as he fucked you were sending him into overdrive.

“I just wanted your pussy, (y/n). Isn’t that obvious? I fucking needed it” he growls in your ear, the words not sinking in. You tried to close your legs. “Open your fucking legs.” He said harshly.

He moved faster, pulling your legs onto his shoulders. He slammed into you, earning screams that your small body shouldn’t be able to produce.

“Oh my god, (y/n)” he said watching how your face was screwed up in pleasure. He groaned through gritted teeth. Anxious to reach his climax but wanting it to last forever. He was going to make you feel him all inside you. “Fuckkkk you feel so fucking good. Fuck!” He crawled out slamming his cock inside of you over and over.

He felt your pussy contract around him. Making his want to fuck you even faster now that you were tighter. He grunted with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin running through the room. Your screaming echoed off the walls, surely a guard walking by could hear. He couldn’t remember if the VIPs were there yet, he didn’t care if they heard you, they could watch for all he cared.

Maybe he’d fuck you in front of the VIPs or record himself fucking you from behind, placing you on all 4’s and pulling your hair as your eyes rolled back. Oh his mind was running rampant as he imagined everything he would do to you in the future.

“In Ho, I’m gonna cum” your little whiney voice said.

“Fucking hold it. I’m not fucking done.” He told you. He couldn’t deny, he loved that little whiney voice. God how it made his eyes roll. He shook his head, drops of sweat flying from his hairline. He felt disgusting and vile. Dirty, as he helped himself to your tight cunt. Oh how disappointed your father would be to know his daughter’s pussy was destroyed by a stranger.

His thoughts, your screaming, your tight pussy continuing to contract. It was all too much for him to bear. He exploded inside of you, his cum planting itself as far as it could possibly go. You followed suit, shaking as you did, he continued fucking you, ruining your pussy with the mixed fluids as you both rode out your orgasms. He pulled out from you. Laying down beside you.

“Good girl” he said, sighing heavily. “Letting daddy use you like that”

“I love you In Ho” you say tiredly. He knew you didn’t mean it, no one would love him after he did to them what he did to you, you were on sleeping medicine, and coming down off an orgasm. He knew you didn’t love him.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean” he replies.

“I mean it.” You say before falling asleep. He laid in silence. Was there truly a possibility for love, a relationship, something more than using you? He thought about it, suddenly a wave of regret washing over him. You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve him to treat you like that. You were too sweet, kind, and gentle.

“I love you too, (y/n)” he said to quietness of his room. He turned to your spent body, pulling you into him, wrapping himself protectively around you, as if someone was going to steal you away. “I love you” he laid a gentle kiss on your cheek.

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Just a little bit

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Hwang “Just the tip” In Ho

Takes place during season 1.

You were late. Late to wake up, late to work, late. He’s gonna kill me you thought. You knew your boss would definitely be the one to shoot you down. He’d be glad to. You said your prayers and walked out your door, struggling to pull your hood over your head correctly.

You were a square mask. Utmost respect, important, you were gonna die today. You knew you. Cold sweats as you walked towards your post. Another square mask turned his head towards you before looking back and straight ahead.

“Come see me in my office. Now.” The Front Man said.

“Yes sir” you spoke, standing and following him to his office. He was angry, you could hear it in each authoritative step he took. He stood in front of you.

“Remove your mask” you bowed and removed it. (Y/n) (l/n)”

“Yes sir. ID code: 001456457” you stated.

“I didn’t ask for your ID code, idiot.” He spat harshly.

“Why were you late?”

“Sir, I was kept up late by the workers being rambunctious” you said. “Workers 014 and 026 kept making noise and horsing around, I had to attend to them sir. As duty manager 001, I am bound to report them and keep them in line”

“I’m aware of what your job entails as 001, I created the job of 001” he said calmly. “(L/n), do you know why you’re placed as manager 001?”

“No sir” you shook your head.

“Because you’re pretty.” He spoke. “Because the closer you are to me, the easier it is for me to get my hands on you and no one care to ask, because you’re so high up, they know you could kill them and get away with it”

“Thank you sir” you bowed.

“No need for thanks. Drop the act. Let’s speak as humans not as boss and worker” he said. “Look at the food chain, (y/n), CEO are my bosses, I am your boss, you are the boss of soldiers and workers. When you mess up, they act up. You cannot be late”

“Are you going to kill me?” You blurt. In Hos eyes widened.

“No, I’m going to torture you in a way you’ve never imagined.” He said, looked at you through the eyes of the mask. You felt his gaze. “Strip” he ordered.

“Sir?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he said with warning. You set your mask in the pocket, removing your shiesty (the ski mask thing they wear). The sound of your zipper echoed through the silent room. Your pink suit dropped to the floor. Revealing a small lazy bra and a matching thong.

His cock aches for you. In Ho told himself this was justified. Worse than killing you, sexual torment. No release. He was a predator and you were his prey. He was going to destroy you inside out till you were convinced it was love and you needed him.

“Turn around.” He gave another order. “You tell anyone what you saw and what we dis in here today and really will kill you, (l/n)”

“Yes sir”

The Front man removed his mask, a handsome face hit behind that cold steel mask. He wasn’t handsome he was

“Beautiful” you said aloud. “You’re beautiful” the corner of his lip curled into a smile before disappearing. No longer visible, now all that was there was the same serious expression. How could an angel be so serious? You thought. He pushed you onto his bed. Undoing his clothes he stood bare in front of you. Abs shining as the sun peeked through the tall windows, a golden light cast upon him.

“Spread your legs.” You nodded, spreading them. “I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this (y/n) and afterwords, you’ll be wanting more but sent away to your quarters feeling empty” he declared to you. Trailing the tip of his erect cock down the front of your thong.

You let out a soft whimper as In Ho's cock made contact with your clit, only thing between true satisfaction was your thin lace. He started rubbing gently, the friction building between you, your wetness exceeding out of your pussy and past your thong. Low grunts rumbled from his throat as he moved against you, each motion eliciting more whimpers from you.

You watched helplessly as he fucked you. The string of your thong separating him cock from entering you, but you dripping arousal getting his cock wet.

As you continued, your breathing synchronized, heavy and labored. In Ho's movements became more urgent, his grunts deeper and closer together. Your whimpers turned into moans now - "oh god" escaping your lips over and over.

You couldn’t ever tell what you were so turned on by… the fact that he was using you to please himself but not satisfying you, or the way he sounded and looked at you as he did.

In Ho finally reached climax, cumming on your thong in hot spurts that left him shuddering with pleasure and relief. Your pussy, though covered, was white. Your groaned in frustration, clawing at him at he departed from you.

“You have no place with me in this moment. Get dressed and return to your post. I don’t want to see you until the end of the day for clock out.” He said getting dressed.

“Yes sir, thank you, sir” you dressed as quickly as you could. Trying to get out of his overwhelming presence. Before you could finish walking past him, he gripped your forearm tightly.

“Be late again, and next time, I can assure you, I will not be so kind. Do yourself a favor though, (y/n), take pride in your mistake. It got you a ticket to be put on my radar as if I haven’t imagined you bent over my desk. I was just being a gentleman” he let go of you and you scurried off.

He watched you as you did. Smirking like he’s completed something. You’re going to mess up again. That look of desperation said everything he needed to know. You planned on fucking up, just to get back to him. He wanted to destroy you. But he did fall in love with your beauty, just a little bit.

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Obsession (part 4)

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Tw: stalker!In Ho, rape is implied, Dark content.

The sound of the door locking didn’t come, but the lights turned out one by one. In Ho walked around your house, ensuring that you really were sleeping. Your phone light wasn’t on either, you were asleep.

In Ho opened the front door quietly. He shut it behind him and crept through the house silently. He heard the sound of pattering echo the walls. He froze slowly backing up into a darker corner. He saw the cat, a sigh of relief escaping him as they stared at each other.

“Hello, kitty” he crouched to pet him. The cat purred as he rubbed In Ho legs jumping up to reach his knee. Circling through the his parted legs, In Ho stands up. “Take me to Mommy’s room (c/n).” He said as the cat trotted away.

Following silently, In Ho looked at the decor on the walls. He entered your room. Watching you sleep soundly as he towered over you. Watching as you slept. He planted a kiss on your lips. Harsh and vile. Waking you up from your slumber.

“In Ho?” You asked. “What’re you doing here? Get out of my house!”

“Relax, I just wanna sleep with you” he growled. He sat on your torso, ripping his tie off his neck. “Just fucking relax (y/n). I’m not going to hurt you” he began tying your hands up.

“In Ho, I don’t want this.” You said.

“Yes you do. Stop denying me” In Ho said as he ripped the blanket from you, revealing the thong you were wearing. He groaned loudly as his cock raged in his slacks. “I heard you moan for me.”

“Wha- how did you see that video?!” You shout in embarrassment.

“Oh bunny, I saw all of them. Every single one where you begged for me, came for me, told me you were going to cum on my fingers, asked me to fuck that pussy like I was going to die. All of them” he declared evilly.

“In Ho, please” you begged. “Please”

In Ho's fingers plunged into the your pussy, his touch rough and unyielding. He didn't care about your pleasure; all he cared about was asserting his control. You felt a surge of arousal mixed with pain as In Ho's fingers stretched you wide, his fingertips scraping against their walls.

“Oh good girl, so wet for me” he said. “You’re tied up, doing something you apparently don’t want, and here you are, soaking wet and drenching my fingers” you turned your face from him.

He pumped his fingers in and out, his pace relentless as he drove you closer and closer to climax. You felt your body tensing up, your muscles coiling tighter and tighter as you neared release. But just as you were about to tip over the edge, In Ho stopped.

You cried out in frustration, your body trembling with need. "Please, In Ho" you begged, your voice shaking with desperation. "Let me cum."

In Ho just laughed, his eyes glinting with cruelty. "No," he said, his voice cold and unyielding. "You don't get to cum yet."

You pleaded with him, begging him to let you release. But In Ho just shook his head, his fingers still buried deep within you but motionless. You felt like you were being torn apart by your own desire, your body screaming for release but denied it by In Ho's merciless touch.

"Maybe later," In Ho said finally, pulling his fingers out of your throbbing pussy and leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied. "But for now... you're going to have to wait."

Your wrists were bound, the silk fabric digging into your skin as In Ho pulled it tight. You felt a surge of fear mixed with arousal as you realized they were completely at his mercy. And you loved it. In Ho's eyes gleamed with a sadistic intensity as he gazed at you, his chest heaving with excitement.

You felt a jolt of shock as In Ho's fingers dug into your hips, holding them in place. His cock was rock-hard, and he slammed it into you without warning, making you cry out in shock.

The neck tie bit into your skin as you struggled against their bonds, but In Ho just laughed and held you tighter. He pounded into you relentlessly, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving. You felt like you were being torn apart, your body stretched to its limits as In Ho rammed into you again and again.

You came close to climaxing multiple times only to have him pull back at last second leaving you hanging before finally allowing you release after what seemed an eternity you screamed out loud shuddering from head-to-toe feeling utterly spent.

“I’m not done with you yet” he said. You cried loudly from the over stimulation of cumming and still enduring his cock.

In Ho's grip on their hips tightened as he pulled you closer, his cock still buried deep within. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "you're mine now... I'm going to bury my cum so deep inside you that your only choice is to just take it". You felt a surge of panic mixed with arousal as you realized you were completely at his mercy.

And then it happened - In Ho came inside your belly hot seed spurting deep within making you feel utterly helpless while declaring through gritted teeth "you're going to carry my child... and there's nothing you can do about it". He spoke harshly.

He planted hard kisses on your lips, as tears ran down your face.

“I need more” you begged. “Please give me more. More of you, I need more” you began to cry. “I haven’t had you in 5 years and all I need is you again, like I did in the games”

“Well, you have me, for the rest of our lives.” He spat laying next to you. Stripping his clothes till he was naked.

“I want you inside me” you whispered. “Please” he smiled. His plan worked out perfectly. He couldn’t deny your poor pussy his delicious cock. He laid beside you. Catching his breath.

“Soon, little bunny, soon.” He sighed. “I need to calm down before I can do this again”

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Control

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Note: This isn’t really cannon and doesn’t follow the series at all, I just thought it was good writing and couldn’t get past it. You guys were a normal couple, friends with Sang-Woo and Gi-hun. Just a normal un-squid gamed life.

Young il said he that grew up not getting enough attention. No one bothered to check on him, no one cared about whether he lived or died. Of course, the veteran police officer now spoke to people on a daily basis but, no one actually cared about him. Until, you came along. Your attention was his, and his alone. You gave him your lovings and undivided attention every day for hours on end.

He had gotten used to your 24/7 hour attention you guys met and began to love it. His addiction to your attention often bled through during the day when he felt lonely and cold while he was working.

"(Y/n), I'm home" he called as he walked in the door. Closing it behind him, he listened for your running footsteps and braced himself for when you threw yourself into his arms.

"(y/n), I'm home. Is there anything specific you'd like for dinner?" He called as walked into the kitchen, if you didn't run to him or respond, you were usually busy trying to quickly clean up the kitchen after a failed cooking experiment, or unpacking your bag from work.

The kitchen was untouched, clean, and empty. He wandered to the living room where he found you with your leg lazily thrown over the edge of the couch. Your arm behind your head, and the other arm holding your phone.

"(y/n)." He said surprised. "Didn't you hear me come in? I called for you. "He asked as he looked at you.

You looked up startled.

"Hey, baby" you say smiling. "I didn't hear you come in. What's for dinner? I am starving" you looked back down at your phone. He leaned over the couch and kissed your lips, softly biting your bottom one.

"I was thinking, since we’re having company, I make Candy Chicken (Korean Fried Chicken) " he says and walks away injured at your lack of love to him. He stood in the kitchen and began cooking. He glared at empty chair where you usually sat in and talked to him, asking about his day, telling him about yours. He turned off the stove and walked back to the living room.

"(y/n)? Would you mind paying a bit more attention to me?" He asks sweetly. You locked your phone and tossed it over your head.

"Oh? Is someone needy for loving?" you teased sitting up and kissing his lips, a distraught expression tainted his pretty face. "I'm only teasing love" you bit his ear.

"Yes, as a matter, I'd like some attention." He states as his composure slowly starts slipping as your hands drift around his body.

"How was your day?" you ask as you ran your hands down the front of his shirt. He took a gulp as you found them.

"I had a rather long and lonely day."He started as you bit his neck softly. "The first guy that came in today was so aggravating. I kept telling him to do something specific, and they iust wouldn't stop talking to do it."

He tensed up as your hands found the knot on his tie. You loosened it and started on his buttons. Finally reaching his belt, you dragged a small finger down to his zipper and got it undo. Touching him through his trousers.

"Keep going, baby. The man wouldn't stop talking in order for them to do what you wanted them to" You urged him on. His shirt was open, his tie was off, his zipper was down, what a beautiful picture. You managed to get him out of his boxers, fully erect and ready to be relieved.

"Keep talking" you say before dropping onto your knees.

"Well, the m-man- - don't stop" he groaned mid sentence, you had licked his tip, twirling your tongue around his dick. "Wouldn't stop! talking, and I needed the m-man to lay- I-i mean s-sit so th-that I could-- oh god (y/n)" he stopped talking and readjusted himself comfortably. Your head bobbed calmly as you sucked him off.

"I'm listening" you say as you brought your head up, to look at him. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back on the couch, arms open.

His eyes flickered open for a moment before his hand tangled in your hair pushing you back down.

"You're not finished, but I'm done talking" he says. You gagged as his cock roughly hit the back of your throat. Moaning, you sent vibrations down his cock. You quickly started moving your head at a faster pace.

"Good girl" he says in that voice that could make a girl squirt. His hips bucked roughly into your mouth Without warning, he sent a load down the back of your throat, an animalistic sound accompanying it.

"Someone's happy" you say as he smiled tiredly. "That sound is not your typical one" You rubbed his chest as you rearranged him.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. His eyes flew open as he jumped up. His shirt half tucked, hair all messy, and tie loosened, his zipper was still undone. "In Ho-"

"Hello, In Ho" Sang-Woo’s voice came through the door. "Did I inturuppt something?" He says as you came into view. "Hi (y/n)" In Ho looked behind himself.

"Come in, dinner isn't finished yet.” In Ho stepped aside, “Candy chicken”

He let them through the door.

"(Y/n), you've got something white on your face" Sang-Woo smirked walking past you. Gi-Hun gave you a sly look of knowing and greeted you, embracing you in hug. In Ho closed the door and wiped your face with his shirt. You gave him his jacket and helped dress him back normally.

"All hard again?" you tease as you pull up the zipper on his slacks.

"I've got to get more of type of attention, (y/n)" He says kissing your cheek and looking at himself in the glass.

"You've got a nice ass" He shot you a sharp look. "You look well put together. Let's go." You say quickly.

"Go change, you don’t have a bra on and I can see your nipples" he says smacking your ass as you ran to the stairs. You giggle as you shake your ass on your way up, intentionally teasing him.

You returned in decent clothes, engaging in conversation with Gi-Hun as Sang-Woo talked business with In Ho. You offered drinks and made sure the table was set before helping your husband bring the dishes to the table.

A number of empty, dirty dishes cluttered your kitchen counter, forgotten while you guys sat on your back patio, smoking cigarettes and drinking. Before Gi-Hun mentioned something odd.

“I got approached by a guy at the train station today, really weird encounter. He played Ddakji with me and gave me ₩100,000 every time I won” he spoke digging a business card out of his pocket before dropping it on the table that sat between you all.

Sang-Woo choked quietly as In Ho looked at them pointedly.

“He said there’s more games to play for even more money, just to called the number on the back of the card if I really wanted to join” Gi-Hun continued.

“Are you going to join?” Sang-Woo asked the question you were all thinking.

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There’s No Me Without You

Player 001 x Reader [Fluff]

The next game of round and round was seriously stressful. You eyed Young il as he stared at the doors. You could see he was visibly nervous. You hated to admit, but at this point in time, you were secretly hoping he would absolutely destroy you in one of those rooms. Looking towards gi-hun he was doing the same, probably hoping your team would get thrown into a group of 6, to accommodate your team. Unfortunately there were 6 of you.

Then you heard it: “2 players.”

“Gi-hun, grab one of the girls. Jung bae, go with dae ho” gi hun nodded. Young il grabbed your arm and pulled you towards a door. Throwing you in a room, before entering himself. He pushed you against the door and his lips to yours immediately. Kissing as the timer counted down. Once the door locked he pulled away from you.

“What was that for?” You giggled.

“Just because I can” he grinned softly. “I really just wanted to feel your lips. They calm me down, this game is nerve racking”

“Tell me about it. The six legged thing wasnt half as bad as this” you acknowledge. He nodded in agreement.

Time Skip:

“So (y/n), you gonna marry Young il when we get out?” Dae Ho jokes. You smiled at Young il. He looked down at his hands, as if trying to imagine what a ring on it would look like. He and gi-hun shared a look before Young il looked at you. Immediately the thoughts of you in a wedding dress walking to him were gone from your mind.

“Nah, this is just while we’re in here to be honest… I don’t really want to get married” you try to say coolly, but it was obvious the other guys could sense you were lying. You got up to walk off your embarrassment.

“(Y/n)” you heard your name called. You turned around to see Jun hee.

“Can you come to the bathroom with me? I’m scared to go alone” she says. You smile and link arms with her.

“I’m scared to go alone too… some of the people in here freak me out, especially player 044. Fucking scary” you say thinking about her face.

“Yeah… she really is.”

Young-il’s POV

“Young il, do you want to get married again?” Gi-hun asks quietly.

“I’m not really sure, yet. I mean (y/n) is young, and bright, I just don’t know if I can get over the fact that it would feel dishonest to my wife” he replied. In his mind he saw you in a wedding dress, your smile, and you (h/c) hair flowing all around you in beautiful curls. Your bright (e/c) eyes staring up at him as you recite your vows. “I can see (y/n) in a wedding dress at our wedding, Gi-hun”

Time skip:

Night fall comes round and you’re laying in your own bed. You were trying to give Young il some space, your feelings hurting as you tried to sleep. You felt tapping on your shoulder, thinking it was Jun hee you looked and said:

“I have to pee too, let’s go to the bathroom”

“I don’t have to pee (y/n)” Young il said calmly. Your eyes widened as you hear his manly voice.

“Oh, I thought you were Jun hee” you deflect. “What’s up?”

“Look, earlier when they were talking about marriage, I didn’t know what to say. A few years ago, my wife passed away. She was carrying my child and she had a miscarriage that led to her passing. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to get married again. But what I am sure of is that, (y/n) you’re so amazing. You’re kind, and caring. You are perfect in almost every way. And I can see you in a wedding dress at our wedding. I can see you bearing our children, growing old with me, having a life along side me.” He says.

“Young il, I’m not saying we have to get married immediately, or even within 5 years of being out of this hell. But, I can see the same. You’re right for me.”

“(Y/n) there’s no me without you” he says, kissing you softly. “Now, come to bed so we can plan our wedding in a shared dream” he pulls you out of your bed and to his. Laying down alongside you, he kisses the top of your head.

“I think I love you” you say.

“I think I love you too”

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The Quiet Game

Player 001 x reader

The room was buzzing with activity right before bed. Your group had finished eating and using the restroom and were now joking and horsing around. The light mood and a smiling Young il and Gi-hun, brightened your draining and depressing day.

You were in the process of standing up before you felt someone pull you into their lap, you saw Young il’s hands wrapped around you.

“Whaaaattt?” You drawled out dramatically.

“What do you mean what?! I just wanna hold you” he says innocently.

“No no, you holding me in such a manner is never innocent” you reply. Knowing his games already told you he was certainly up to mischief. You could just IMAGINE the smile on his face.

“What? Me not being innocent? (Y/n) I’ll have you know: I am an absolute angel”

“Yeah angel my ass” you roll your eyes. You felt him start tickling you, unable to contain your laughter.

“What is it, (y/n)” he teases. “Can’t catch you breathe?” He says as he pauses and starts again before you can gulp some air through your laughter. Through you squinted eyes, you could see the other laughing too as you thrashed in his arms, laughing so hard you teared up.

“Stop, Young il, stop tickling me” you said through strained breaths.

“Please retreat to your beds, bed time is in 5 minutes” you heard the PA announce. Young il stopped tickling you and kissed your head. You nearly choking due to how much air you were trying to take in from laughing so hard. The others were catching their breath as you finally started breathing normally.

“Bed time guys” Jung bae said as he walked to his bed.

“Yeah, goodnight guys” Dae ho agreed walking towards his. Gi hun nodded before stepping down a level. You laid in your till the lights went out before sneaking into Young il’s.

“You know, they definitely know we’re sleeping together” he whispers.

“Whatever, it’s none of my business” you shrug.

“(Y/n).” He says flatly. “It’s about us, literally your business”

“Ours.” You reply as you trace your hands up and down his body. He silently pulls your hand down into his pants. you feel his cock harden slightly.

"I want to cum" he says quietly in your ear. You nodded as you feel his hands creep down into your track suit. "You have to be quiet. If you manage, I'll make some special arrangements for strawberry (or whatever favorite flavor of milk) milk" he gives you incentive to keep your mouth shut.

"Okay" you stroke his dick gently as you gear him up. He matched your pace, going right in time with your strokes. His thumb circling your clit. His hips thrusted up ever so slightly as you sped up.

"Oh my god" he groans softly. You feel precum beginning to soak your hand. Taking advantage of it you rub it down his dick as lubricant. “Fuck” he drawls out through a stifled hand. His fingers entering your hole. You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning at the feeling.

“Faster” you beg. Already feeling the knot in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was the way his body was twitching or if it was having to keep extra quiet, you were so horny and close to cumming. He sped up as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Your hand stuttered on his cock forcing him to bite his jacket.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” he says. He angels his hand to hit your spot to get you closer.

Oh my god you thought. You couldn’t possibly not moan. The getting closer to release was making you hot. Young il was bucking his hips, his body jolting and twitching almost uncontrollably, your own body copying suit. You couldn’t hold it back any longer. You released all over his fingers as he kept finger fucking you through your orgasm. He pulled his pants lower to not get cum in them.

“Oh god, I’m cumming” he cried quietly into your ear. You shift quickly but quietly to catch the cum in your mouth before it gets in the bed or on the blankets. Swallowing every drop as he jerked it into your mouth. He finally emptied completely, pulling you back to him. His still hard cock pressing against you as he pulled you into him.

“You’re totally getting that fucking milk, (y/n). Such a good fucking girl you are” he traces small shapes on your ass. He kissed you before laying his head down.

“I better get that fucking milk, young il” you giggle softly. You kiss him lips, letting him taste the remnants of his cum. He swirls his tongue in your mouth. You turn in his arms to be spooned.

“Such a spoiled girl, always getting cuddled your way”

“Really? You’re the one that likes pressing your hard morning wood on me in the mornings, this makes it easy”

“Good point. Good night, pretty girl” he whispers in your ear. “Sleep good”

“Good night Young il” you reply, yawning. “I love you”

“I love you too” he responded.

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Jethro Gibbs x reader (part 2)

Stakeout (smut)

Gibbs crashed his lips against yours. Treating your mouth as if you’ve done this before. You knew the inner workings of a lazy hookup but Jethros lips set you on fire. He forced his tongue into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him.

“Fuck, your lips taste so good” you groan.

“Then don’t stop kissing me” he grabs you and sets you on his lap without breaking the kiss. You feel his growth built underneath you. Your kisses were heated and passionate, like the kisses of a drunk hookup but better.

“God (y/n) I want you so bad right now” he says pulling you back by your hair before pulling your lips back in his.

“I want you too” you mumble as you start to undo his clothes. His belt was already loosen up as much as possible. And his cock looked like it was gonna break the buttons on his pants. Jethro pulled your shirt above your head as you undid his pants. He held your hips as he laid you on the couch.

“(Y/n), I wanna tear you apart” he whispers as he got your jeans off. You were both in your underwear his cock straight in his briefs as your visible arousal coated your thighs. He flicked his hips, grinding down into you.

“I want to be torn apart” you whisper, before kissing him deeply. You were naked now, your pussy begging for his cock. He gives you a look before pressing his cock deeply inside you. Burying himself in your warmth, moaning weakly in your ear.

"God, you are so bad for me" he said shaking his head. He began thrusting into you roughly. You gripped onto him as he did. Your pussy tightening around him with every pull out he did.

"Jett" your whimpery voice sounding out made his cock twitch even while he was fucking you.

"God (Y/N)" he groans in your ear.

"Jeth harder" you say. and he obeyed. Angling himself to hit that golden spot and he pounded into you, earning curses and his name in tight, breathless moans.

"God, that sounds great. But, scream for me" he teases as his hands search and find your clit.

"Jethro! Fuck" you dug your nails into his back. His hips stutter at the new pleasure. Putting you closer and closer to your climax your fingers dug deeper and deeper. Finally, you met your release, screaming his name as your drug your fingers down his bad. Jethro continued fucking you through your climax as he searched for his.

“Oh my God (y/n) you sound so fucking hot when you scream for me.” He says in your ear as he nears his climax. “Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes. Yes Jethro please” you beg. With that he groaned as he came inside you. He pulled out before standing up. He cleaned off his cock before putting on his boxers. Helping get you cleaned up and your clothes back on he laid with you on the couch. Putting his jacket over you. Kissing your head periodically and playing with your hair as you fell asleep.

“God I love you (y/n)” he whispers

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[imagines--galore]

Considering my life right now I need the good luck so why not.

[callsign-terror-deactivated2026]

Wishing good luck to everyone who sees this post (me included)🙏🙏

[ncis-yp]

Jethro x Reader (part 1)

Stakeout

Sexual tension between you and Gibbs was high since the first day you walked into NCIS. You were smart, athletic, cunning, and knew how to get under his skin. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it; you were so attractive to him, in every way. Something he knew he couldn’t have.

He had wanted to get you alone. He wanted you and your attention all to himself, and the opportunity of a stakeout was the best gift ever given.

You and the team has split in pair to watch a suspect’s movements. No one went home, you were either in the car or in the safe house location watching from afar. No in between. Of course, you and Jethro had paired off immediately, you wanted him all to yourself, you wanted him. In your eyes, Jethro was perfect. Sexy, and right up your alley.

You wanted him to tear you apart and leave your legs shaking.

“I can’t see outta this fucking telescope” you groan. Trying to adjust the lenses to zoom into a window that you swear you had previously seen movements in.

“Move (y/n)” Gibbs says calmly as he pushes you aside to fix it.

“A simple please in front of that woulda been great” you sass back. You earned nothing but a look from the stone faced man before shrugging and getting up.

“For a former marine, you’re awfully outta line” he says.

“For a former Marine, you don’t eat an awful lotta crayons for a stakeout” you responded.

“You know, I oughta smoke the dogshit outta you for disrespecting me.” You roll your eyes.

“Crazy coming from a guy that literally was a rank below me”

“A rank below doesn’t mean you’re better. I got money that says you sucked enough dick to earn a promotion”

“Oh yeah?” You challenge. “I don’t do that working for you, and I’m almost a better agent than Tony is” you open the fridge searching for your food.

“That’s cause you’ve never sucked my dick.” Jethro looks back and stares at your ass. You in jeans was always his favorite part about stakeouts and he would never admit it.

“And Tony has?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“God no.” He fakes a gag. “I’d rather snipe myself through a mirror than allow that”

“Then I rest my case” you say and dive into your burrito that you were so desperate for earlier. He radioed in saying that Tony and McGee were up to the street for the next couple of hours, it was time for you and Gibbs’ break.

He plopped down across from you.

“Yes, Gibbs?” You say as you stuff your face.

“Nothin’. We’re on break now” he admits. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. His bright blue eyes adjusting to the light.

“You know, you have beautiful eyes.” You say aloud. The tension heavy as he eyes you. He wanted to test the waters just as much as you did.

“Our kids can have them” he speaks forwardly. A corny line from an 18 year old, but it still gave you butterflies.

“Oh yeah I’m sure” you roll your eyes ignoring the heat between your thighs.

“You don’t think I notice, d’ya?” He asks.

“Notice what?”

“The way you stare. Or how your eyes move when I stand up and walk in the room” your eyes widen, you were obvious, but you didn’t imagine you were that obvious.

“Well yeah, you’re good looking” you try to play it off coolly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah but, (y/n), we both know it’s deeper than that?” He sits by you. You tighten your legs together as you notice his bulge jumping in the slightest. “I mean, come on, it’s almost like you wanna fuck me” he teases.

“Yeah.” You say, swallowing hard. You weren’t usually this easily worked up. But he was too close for comfort.

“Face the facts, (y/n). Because I know you see the way I look at you” he whispers in your ear. You shudder at the feelings.

“Please fuck me” you whisper.

“With pleasure”

[ncis-yp]

A place you shouldn’t be (Tony x reader)

You were a young spitfire. Threatened into military school by your father and given a choice.

“Go to college or go join the Marines. But you’re not going to act up in my house” you could faintly hear your dads voice in the background of your mind as you returned to Virginia.

You had done neither. You didn’t go to college, and you didn’t join the marines. Yet, here you were the disappointment of your fathers first marriage. Baggage that he had to carry around after your mom died.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n).” You heard your buddies voice call out as you tuned back into reality. You were back where you used to hang. A bar, where you played your very first gig when you were just 14 years old.

A younger singer with a strong voice. You could sing like no other, and the raspy, gravelly voice you had made it perfect for your band. Rock and roll, all types.

Time Skip~

You didn’t know it at the time, but your dad caught word that you were back in town and made it a point to watch you perform. But boy was he heated when he saw you.

Rockstar in the flesh. You were onstage singing your heart out. Your leather vest flying around you. Your arms covered in tattoos flexed as you moved. You were wearing a bikini top and shorts. Your eye makeup slightly smudged, and your (h/c) was a mess. But boy oh boy did you look like Shannon.

You had found a handsome man standing close to the stage. He was in a suit, it looked like he’d just got outta work. But boy was he having a good time. You locked eyes as you sang the next part of your song.

“Sweat dripping down our bodies but I’m begging for more/ got my hand on you cock with your pants on the floor/ I’m moaning out your name while you’re cursing mine/and I’ll beg you just to cum but you keep taking your time/we were just ripping off clothes 5 minutes ago/when we were just back stage after my show/you said you wanted pictures but came in for some kisses/ but don’t pull out and just make me your missus” you wink as you scream those lyrics as the band began the chorus. The man smiled and raised an eyebrow. Pretty sure he was now in love with you.

Your father on the other hand was furious. Those lyrics and the way your body was moving in stage. God would he love to hear what you had to say. Once your show ended you made your way to the man you were looking at.

“Hey there” he says.

“Hey” you responded smirking.

“Great set up there. You are a really good singer” he raised his drink slightly.

“Ha ha thank you!” You smile deeply.

“Tony.” He said. “That’s my name. And yours, or and I just supposed to call you little miss Rockstar?”

You giggled at his joke “No the names (y/n)”

“Wow. That fits you perfectly” he chuckles. “I’ve heard your band play before… I was super happy to hear about the show close by so I had to make it”

“Yeah had to play a show here, I grew up close by here.“ You reply.

“Well that’s fucking awesome! If you’re around a few more days we should hang… maybe get some drinks” Tony winks. “And maybe some truth to those lyrics you sang to me earlier” he winked.

“Of course of course” he handed you a pen and write your number on the napkin he handed you. You kissed his cheek before placing the pen back in his hand. “Nice meeting you, Tony. Call me” you walk away.

The next day~

You waltz into NCIS, your visitors pass shiny as you approached your dad’s bullpen area. You hadn’t been at that place in at least 6 years.

“If you were in my house you’d be grounded” his voice thundered as you turned to face him.

“Nice to see you too, Dad”

“Those words were disgusting” he says. “You looked awful. I have $5 that says you reeked of beer and cocaine while you were up there” he continues.

“Yeah and I have $500 that says I’m clean” you fire back casually. “I missed you”

“Come back home and you’re grounded, (y/n), grounded”

“I’m 24” you yawned.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want” he throws up his hands.

“I’m cool” you reply defensively. “The kids get down with me and I’m ducking awesome”

“No. You’re not “cool” or “fucking awesome” (y/n)… you could be the next… I don’t know! OZZY OSBORNE”

“Hey hey, he’s cool as fuck!! Met him once”

“This is a joke to you.” He said sourly.

“Hey boss bad time?” You saw Tony walk up.

“Tony”

“(Y/n)?” He says. “What’re you doing here?”

“My dad works here” you point at Gibbs.

“Sure im your dad?” Gibbs stalks away.

Time skip~

You and Tony had decided to grab lunch. As you sat and told him the story of you and your dad he listened intently. Asking questions every so often, as he did so.

“Well, thank you so much for lunch” Tony said as he walked you to your car. “I never knew this Thai place existed.”

You laughed “yeah, I used to love it” you say stopping at your car. In a fit of impulse Tony pushed his lips onto yours. You kissed back roughly as your tongues fought for dominance, Tony pulled one of your legs up and gained domain of your mouth. You unlocked the door and fell inside the back seat, Tony falling on top of you. He closed the door behind him.

The pair of you wasted barely any time with foreplay as you palmed his erection. Tongues mangled together Tony roughly jammed his hand in your pants, teasing your folds.

“Can I do this?” His voice came out in a quiver. He was getting progressively hornier as the two of you went through your motions.

“Yeah, but don’t stop once you start” you whisper kissing his neck. His fingers plunged deep into your core, you moaned as you soaked his fingers.

“FffUCK (y/n)” he sighed as you played with his dick. You rapidly undid his belt. “Do you have a favorite position? Tell me what you want. I wanna please you the way you wanna be pleased”

“Doggy style and slut me out” you say pulling down your shorts. You flipped over and almost instantly Tony’s dick was pumping in and out of you. Your back arched as he roughly pounded into you.

“Oh my god” you heard him groan as he fucked.

“Fuck you feel so good” you say as you further arched your back seeking more. “Oh my god, Tony” you moan. He places a hand on your back as he fucks you. You could admit it… fucking in the backseat was uncomfortable to say the least, but FUCK did he feel so good he made it feel worth it.

Your moans, Tony’s curses, and the sound of dick slapping skin were the only sounds you could hear in your delicate musicians ears. Your ass bounced against his thighs as his dick plowed into you. Again and again and again.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned. “I’m so close”

“Me too, please don’t stop” you breathe out. Your breathe getting rapid and moans getting higher as your pussy throbbed around his dick.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he moans gutterally as he comes deeply inside of you. His orgasm sending you right over the edge. He rode out out orgasm and pulled out of you, allowing your body to fall back against his as you both breathed heavily.

“Im so sorry” he said as he gently rubbed your arm.

“For what?” You responded grabbing some the baby wipes you carried in your car, passing him some before beginning clean yourself. He took your hand away and started cleaning you himself.

“I came inside you. I’ll buy you a Plan B if you want… or we can talk about having it… I don’t know, it’s whatever you want to do, I’m just sorry I-“

“Hey, relax.” You say softly grabbing his hand. His eyes darted to you. “I’m in birth control. You don’t have to worry about that okay?”

“Okay” he nodded kissing your forehead.

Once the two of you were cleaned up Tony stood in the door way of the drivers side as you buckled your seat belt.

“So dinner?” He asked. You pulled him closed to you but his belt loops.

“Dinner with you?” He nods bending down to your level. “Of course” you kiss his lips softly.

“Okay sounds good.” He says. “Drive safe beautiful”

“Thanks handsome” you giggled as you pull out.

[ncis-yp]

Partners (Tony x Reader) [SMUT]

Tony sat with his head thrown back and his eyes screwed tightly shut. Your head bobbed up and down as light moans escaping from between his lips.

“Fuck (y/n)” he groaned as you sucked his solid cock. You looked up at him, his usually perfect angel looked so slutty. Your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. You watery eyes looking up as him as slobber dripped from your smiling face.

“Mmmmh” you moaned as his hand pushed you further on his cock.

“God you feel fucking amazing” he breathed heavily. “Oh yeah” he felt his muscles spasm slightly as you sped up. Rapidly swirling your tongue. You flicked your tongue on his tip. Sending him straight into overdrive. “Fuck (y/n)” he groaned as he pushed his hot cum into your mouth. Busting deep down your throat.

You lifted your head resulting in 2 satisfied groans and a wet pop.

“Your turn now baby girl” he says pulling you up. “Come here” you sit between his legs. His fingers trace your soaking wet core. You move into his touch. “Mmm. Tell me what you want baby”

“You” you whisper and push his fingers into you. He smiles behind you. Your insides coating and throbbing on his fingers.

“Ohh this is what you want?” He teases as he slowly fucks you.

“Mhm” you say. A guttural moan escaping from your lips as he pleased you.

“Like this? Hm?”

“Yes daddy” you say in a sultry voice. He hums as he picks up the pace. His two fingers doing the trick for you as his other arm secured you against him as you squirmed.

“Oh no baby girl where are you going?” He says holding you tightly. “You can’t go anywhere” he growls in your ear. “No no. Not till daddy sees that pussy cum”

“Mmmm” you moan deeply as he rapidly finger fucks you. You began to feel that knot building up in your core. Your hips bucking erratically as you neared your climax.

“Ohhh daddy feels that pussy getting tighter” he says in your ear. You dig your nails deeply into his thighs. One hand thrown up by his neck as your body ached to be away from his pleasurable touch. “Mmm baby, leaving marks hm?”

“Fuck” you begin to repeat. Your hips were moving sporadically, your pussy throbbing around his fingers. “Fuck Tony” you groan as you orgasm on his fingers.

“That’s it baby girl” he continues helps you through your orgasm. “That’s my girl” he holds you against him. Both arms wrapped around you.

“We should do that more often” you sigh as he kisses you lightly.

“Mhm I agree” he hugs you. “It felt so good”

“You felt so good” you say as you lean back in his arms to look at him.

“So did you. Come on shorty, let’s get you cleaned up”

“Nap on the couch first?”

“No” he chuckled. “Actually…”

“Yes” you smile and stand, putting on his pajama shirt, and a clean thong. While he pulled up his boxers. The two of you laid in the couch fast asleep, you had fallen asleep watching forensic files.

[ncis-yp]

ahhh i need more sugar daddy!gibbs im craving it please 🙏🙏🙏 also i love your work sm ❤️❤️

Italy, France, I see Jethros Underpants (Sugar Daddy! Gibbs x Reader) [FLUFF]

“Enough DiNozzo” you heard Jethro say as he walked into your apartment.

“Look at you, walking in here, acting like you own the place” you smirk. Jethro approaches you and kisses you before saying,

“Uh yeah. I do own the place” you giggle. “I bought it” he grabs your chin.

“And I will not forget it.” You smile. You look back into his blue eyes. Your chemistry homework sitting in front of you. You had a calculus exam on Monday and an English paper due the next day. Swamped with work to earn your degree that Jethro had paid for.

“I’m hungry” he says, walking to the fridge. Upon opening it he sees it nearly empty… again. “(Y/n) we talked about this, the $1500 allowance every week is supposed to be spend on food for the house.”

“Well… I did use it on food… just not for the house”

“Eating out?” You nodded. “Come on, pack an overnight bag”

“Where are we going?” You say standing.

“I was thinking I fly us out to Italy for the weekend… I‘ve been craving Italian”

“But Jet-“

“Yeah yeah, I know ‘Ms. 4.0 GPA’ you have assignments due. It’s a private plane… you can do your work on the plane” he replies reading your mind. You stand with your mouth agape. “Now, come on, pack the overnight bag and let’s go… garlic rolls do not last forever y’know”

You rush to your bedroom to pack up some clothes you have. Jethro gives you $2000 every 2 weeks to spend in clothes. You’d like to admit you were somewhat living a rags to riches life… from a shitty apartment, no car, and barely anything to eat or wear, you have this amazing lifestyle and get to go to Europe on a whim. All you needed to do was be loyal, spend his money, and keep up your grades… and maybe a little something else. Anything you wanted and needed was in the palm of your hand. Though, you were in love with Jethro.

You had knocked out in Jethros arms during the plane ride. He smiled at you softly as you turned in his arms… your (h/c) locks twisting around you messily as you did so.

Time skip~

You were leaning over the railing of your hotel at 3 AM. The lively party downstairs faintly reminding of your life before Jethro. You felt his arms wrap around you. His scent suddenly surrounding you.

“Why are you still awake?” He whispers in your ear. You leaned your head back against his body.

“Can’t sleep. Guess I’m not tired enough” you reply back quietly.

“Funny, neither can I” he mumbled back, kissing your temples. “Felt you leave the bed and couldn’t fall asleep”

“Aww” you sigh as you against him. Staring up the city., remembering that you were in Italy.

“Come back to bed?” Was a question and a statement from him. You nodded as he pulled you to hotel bed.

As you laid, pressed against his chest you sighed. Your thoughts still swirling.

“What’s on your mind? Wanna go to France? Don’t like Italy?”

“No, I love Italy. I’m just thinking”

“About?” He pressed.

“I just… I been thinking Jet and you know- I love you… I know that we have an arrangement but I don’t know I just-“

“I love you too (y/n)” he cut you off.

“Y-you do?”

“Mhmm” he hummed hugging you tighter. You smile as he holds you close to him, curling in his arms tighter.

“You love me” you say happily. Jethro smiled, kissing the top of your head.