pairing: harry wells x reader
warnings: smut, intox kink, spit, overstimulated, dom/sub roles, hair pulling, spanking
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This smut contains an intoxicated reader. They are an established couple who both understand that consent can be revoked at anytime.Â
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Harry Wells was an asshole to say the least. Angry, short tempered, quick to say things that cut you like a knife. But behind closed doors, that man was the dirtiest slut the world would never know.Â
People don't usually call boys "sluts" but that's what he is. An absolutely, downright, dirty slut. An absolute freak the second it was just the pair of you alone.Â
His hands roamed freely, almost never leaving your body. He wanted to watch while you masturbated. His kisses were never quick pecks, always heated, intense, and intentional.Â
This man was a switch. He wanted to be owned but wanted to own you. He wanted to be slapped across the face while he bottomed out inside of you. He wanted to be choked while you rode him. And his favorite was when you sucked his cock, and with the silly lovesick grin you had, dribble his cum into his mouth, but he would do the same to you.Â
He gave you limited control because in an instant, he would take it all back and destroy your pussy like you hadn't had him whimpering for release 2 minutes prior.Â
Harry Wells was a slut.Â
He caught you today, drunken, after a night out with the girls. Which Cisco had given you the same little vial he gave Barry and you were 3 sheets to the wind.Â
The moment you had sped through the door of your apartment, you were mumbling something about wanting to be dicked down. And bad.Â
And Harry? Well, he was all for it. You wandered from the door you had just phased through to the bedroom where Harry was already getting up to see who was stumbling through the house.Â
"I told you I'd drive you home, dummy" he said as he hugged you.Â
"I-I ran here instead" you slurred followed by laughter and hiccups. Which Harry adored.Â
"You did? Good girl" Harry replied as he helped you take off your jewelry.Â
"I had such a good -hiccup- time, babe" you tell him drunkenly as you say back on the bed. "I want -hiccup- dick now" you added, reaching towards his jeans.Â
"Do you, pretty girl?" Harry asked absently, clicking his hips back to dodge your drunken efforts to remove his belt.Â
"Mmhmm" you hummed.Â
"Honey, you're phasing" Harry spoke. You had unintentionally started phasing as you sat on the bed.Â
"Heeeeyyyy -hiccup- I can do that!" You gasped excitedly.Â
"Yes, you can" Harry smiled. "Wanna pull your dress up for me so I can give you dick?"Â
"Mmm, yes please" you say excitedly. You stood up and within seconds and a flurry of blue lightning was naked on the bed again.Â
"Good girl" Harry encouraged. "Wanna spread those legs for me?"Â
You did. Nothing but a silly little grin on your face.Â
Harry knelt down in front of you, his eyes on your slick cunt.Â
"Can I?" He asked.Â
You nodded happily.Â
Harry licked a long, hot stripe up your core. Earning him a drawn out moan of pleasure. He teased your folds, reveling in the sounds of your moans that you were unable to hold back in your drunkenness.Â
Your hands shot to his hair, yanking him into your delicate flower full force.Â
He was drowning in it. Licking and sucking relentlessly. Unable to contain the excitement in his jeans as you loudly whimpered and moaned.Â
"You're such a good girl (y/n), you know that?" Harry said from between your thighs. "Such a good fucking girl"Â
You could do nothing but grind your hips on his face, seeking more friction from him. Your drunk hands still holding him captive to your cunt.Â
"Ugh, baby, this pussy tastes so good" Harry moaned as he ate your cunt like a starving dog. What could you say? The man was hungry.
Your moans got progressively louder as you neared release. Your hips stuttering with each flick you did on his face.
"Come on baby, cum for me" he cooed, voiced muffled. "Right on my face" and that was the end of your limited control.Â
You came with a force so strong your body convulsed. Your legs squeezing him to your cunt, giving him no escape, but he wasn't gonna complain. After all, he was obsessed.Â
He lapped at your juices, licking up even drop of your release he could manage to find. "Fuck" he hissed as he palmed himself, a lightning bolt jolting through him as he watched you .Â
He stood up, face glistening and wet.Â
"Dinner was great, sweetheart. Still want my cock?" Harry asked, panting. "You don't have to if you don't want to" he added.Â
"Shut up and come give me your babies" you slurred with a wide smile.Â
Harry tore his shirt off, tossing it to the side. Not caring about the belt, he scraped his jeans down to his ankles, along with his boxers.Â
He barbarically wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
"God I love the way your cunt drools on my cock" Harry said, sliding into your still sensitive hole.Â
He didn't give you time to adjust, not that you needed it. Harry set a punishing rhythm from the start, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force.Â
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your drunken moans and his grunts of pleasure. But it wasn't long before those grunts turned into something else.
"Fuck, baby," he whimpered, his voice cracking as your walls clenched around him. "So tight... so wet for me." His head fell forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he lost himself in the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock. "You feel... oh god, you feel so good."
You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling his head back. "Look at me," you commanded, your voice slurred but firm. "I want to see you when you fuck me."
Harry's eyes were dark with lust, his pupils blown wide. "Yes, ma'am," he breathed, his hips never ceasing their relentless pace. He watched your face as he drove into you, his lips parted as soft whimpers escaped them. "You're so beautiful like this," he moaned. "All drunk and desperate for my cock."
His movements became more erratic, his control slipping. "Gonna cum already," he gasped, his thrusts becoming shallower. "Fuck, (y/n), you're gonna make me cum."
"Not yet," you growled, surprising yourself with your own dominance. You pushed against his chest, and to your delight, he allowed himself to be rolled over until you were straddling him. "I'm not done with you yet."
Harry looked up at you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "Whatever you want, baby," he breathed. "It's all yours."
You began to ride him, setting a slow, torturous rhythm that had him squirming beneath you. "You like that?" you asked, grinding your hips in circles. "You like it when I take control?"
"God, yes," he moaned, his hands gripping your thighs. "Please, baby... faster."
"Say please again," you demanded, leaning forward until your faces were inches apart.
"Please," he whimpered, his eyes pleading. "Please, (y/n), ride my cock. Make me cum."
You obliged, increasing your pace until the bed was creaking beneath you. Harry's hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, gripping your ass as you bounced on his cock.
"Spit in my mouth," he suddenly gasped, his eyes wild with desire. "Please, baby, spit in my mouth."
You leaned down, letting a trail of saliva drip from your lips into his waiting mouth. Harry moaned as he swallowed, his hips bucking up to meet yours.
"Again," he begged. "Please, again."
You obliged, this time spitting directly onto his tongue. Harry's response was immediate - a loud, unrestrained moan as he pulled you down for a messy, passionate kiss, sharing your saliva with you in a filthy exchange.
"Fuck," he panted when you finally broke apart. "Fuck, I'm close. So close."
"Then cum for me," you commanded, your hips moving faster. "Cum inside me, Harry. Fill me up."
His back arched off the bed as he obeyed, a series of high-pitched whimpers escaping his lips as he emptied himself inside you. "Take it," he gasped. "Take all of it, baby."
You continued to ride him through his orgasm, your own release building as his cum filled you. "Don't stop," you begged. "Please, don't stop."
Harry, ever the attentive lover even in his post-orgasmic haze, reached between your bodies to rub your clit. "Cum for me," he urged. "Come on, baby, cum all over my cock."
That was all it took. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over you, your cries filling the room as you collapsed against his chest.
For a moment, you both lay there, panting and sweaty. Then Harry rolled you over, pinning you beneath him once more.
"One more time," he growled, already hard again. "I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time."
You could only nod, grinning like a fool, too spent to speak as he entered you again, this time with a slower, more deliberate rhythm that had you trembling with pleasure.
"That's it," he cooed, his lips brushing against your ear. "Just like that, baby. Let me hear those pretty sounds."
And you did, moaning and whimpering as he brought you to the edge once more, his own sounds of pleasure mixing with yours until you both reached your peak together, crying out each other's names as you collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweaty sheets.
Harry rolled off you, pulling you into his arms as you both struggled to catch your breath. "God, I love you," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
You mumbled something in response, already half-asleep as exhaustion and alcohol finally caught up with you.Â
Harry held you close, watching you sleep with a tender expression that few ever got to see. The asshole exterior was gone, replaced by something softer, something that only you ever got to witness. And as he drifted off to sleep beside you, he knew that no matter how much of a slut he was with you, you were the only one who'd ever truly own his heart.
But Harry wasn't done with you yet. After a few minutes of recovery, he was stirring again, his cock already hardening against your thigh.
"Turn over," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Hands and knees, baby. I want to see that ass."
Too drunk and fucked out to argue, you complied, positioning yourself on all fours. You knew you could say "no" or "stop" at any time and he would, but this was the best sex you'd ever had.Â
Harry knelt behind you, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass.
"God, look at this," he murmured, spreading your cheeks to reveal your dripping pussy, still wet with his cum. "All mine to use."
Without warning, he plunged back into you, his cock filling you completely. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your fingers gripping the sheets as he began to move.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his hands gripping your hips as he set a brutal pace. "Take my cock, baby. Take it all."
His thrusts were deep and hard, each one pushing you forward on the bed. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked, punctuating his question with a sharp slap to your ass. "You like it when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes," you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, Harry. Please."
He obliged, his movements becoming more aggressive. "Such a greedy little slut," he chuckled darkly. "Always wanting more."
His hand came down again, this time harder, leaving a red imprint on your skin. You yelped at the sting, but your pussy clenched around him in response.
"Again," you begged. "Please, again."
Harry's laughter was low and menacing. "Anything for my little slut." He spanked you again, this time on the other cheek, then again, and again, until your ass was red and stinging.
"God, look at that," he murmured, his fingers tracing the red marks he'd left. "Marked as mine. All mine."
His hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was exposed. "Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, his lips brushing against your ear.
"You," you gasped. "I belong to you, Harry."
"Damn right," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "And I'm gonna breed this pretty little pussy until you're swollen with my babies."
The filthy words sent a jolt through you. "Yes," you cried out. "Please, Harry. Breed me. Fill me up with your cum."
His rhythm faltered as he approached his climax. "Gonna knock you up," he panted. "Gonna put a baby in this tight little cunt. Would you like that, baby? Want everyone to know who fucked you this good?"
"Yes," you screamed. "Yes, Harry, please!"
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release. The warmth spreading through you pushed you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him as you came for the third time that night.
Harry collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you against his chest.
"Still want more?" he asked, his voice teasing but also hopeful.
You shook your head weakly. "Can't," you mumbled. "Too tired."
Harry chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Okay, baby. Rest now. But tomorrow, I'm gonna wake you up with my cock in your mouth."
You smiled sleepily, already drifting off. "Promise?" you mumbled before passing out completely.
Harry watched you sleep, a rare genuine smile on his face. The sexually charged energy, replaced by something softer, something that only you ever got to see. He pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead before settling in beside you, content to hold you through the night, already planning all the ways he'd make you scream his name in the morning.
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.Â
"Aww thanks guys!" You beamed as you hugged each of them.Â
"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!"Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
"Oh my gosh! The Sizzling Sweet collection?!" You exclaimed. "I've been looking for that everywhere!!"Â
"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..."Â
She handed you a leather box, which to no one's surprise, had a knife in it.Â
"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.Â
You stood in awe before you sped into it. Enjoying the smell of fresh tech.Â
"Fully updated, mask with directions. And... check it" Cisco hands you a small box with a lightning bolt necklace.Â
"Aww Cisco, it's beautiful" you gasp.Â
"That's not all, press on it!" He urged.Â
When you did, the suit retracted into it. The team cheered.Â
"Yo! This is fucking awesome!" You exclaim.Â
"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.Â
"You called for me?" You peeked through the door.Â
"Yes. I did. Happy Birthday" Harry said curtly.Â
"Thank you!!" You say as you leapt into his arms and rapidly kissed his cheek. "Is Harrison Wells blushing?" You tease.Â
"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 â and far gentler than anyone would ever expect from Harrison Wells â 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.
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.Â
He'd been angry since he got home. Not at you â never really at you â 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 â 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.Â
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 toâ" 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.Â
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.Â
Harry's responses were music to your earsâsoft 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.Â
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.Â
You looked up at him, watching the expressions of pleasure cross his faceâhis 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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warnings: smut, morning sex
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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.Â
You blinked a few times to see the cotton candy sky, just before sunrise. Your favorite time.Â
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.Â
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.Â
"You know, if you want it, you can have it," a raspy voice said from behind you.Â
"I was just trying to get comfy," you say bumping against his morning wood again.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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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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.Â
"No, no, no, no. NO!" He shouted at your equation.Â
"Stop being so dramatic" you grit, watching him erase everything you wrote then picked up the marker.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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.Â
"Wrong" you say defiantly, running a manicured finger through his equations. Making fives and sixes look similar.Â
"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.Â
"Stop throwing shit!" You shouted.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"I like the way you look on your knees" you tell him.Â
"You what?" It came sharp, almost as if it were the beginning of a long lecture.Â
"You heard me, Harry" was all you could say.Â
The way he was looking at you was enough. On his knees, his blue eyes looking at you with puppy-like excitement.Â
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.Â
"Harry..." you say with warning.Â
"(Y/n)?" He answered.Â
"What're you doing?" You ask, voice barely above a whisper.Â
"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.Â
"Harry I-"Â
"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.Â
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.Â
The fabric whispered against your skin, pooling at your ankles with your jeans.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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 throatâit was all too much.
"Harry," you moaned, your voice unsteady.
He responded with a guttural groan, the vibration sending a jolt straight through you.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
Your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your vision going white as your body convulsed.Â
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.Â
"Still think I'm wrong?" he asked, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
You managed a weak laugh, your body still humming with aftershocks.Â
"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.Â
Kinks: degradation, choking, spitting in your mouth, eating out after cream pie
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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Could you do Fluff In ho x reader where reader lives with her parents but they have a bad relationship where they don't treat her right and are always making coments about her and her body and one day after a right reader calla In ho crying saying she can't take it anymore and begs In ho to take her away and he is at reader's front door in less than 10 minuts and decides that reader is saying with him and make reader feel better and forgets about all the thing that they said about her. thanks <3
Somewhere In the Middle
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Youâd met In Ho a while back at a birthday party, some colleague of your dads. He stood by you at first, sipping slowly on his champagne while you did the same.
âSome party, huh?â He whispered to you. You nodded, smiling back. âHello, Iâm Hwang In Ho, I donât believe Iâve seen you at the station before, are you new?â You laughed,
âNo, my dad is (l/n) (f/n)â you pointed to your now drunken father who was dancing with your mom. His smile shining brightly, a good mask he was wearing.
âOh! He never mentioned a daughter as beautiful as youâ he said with a shocked expression. You looked down, you didnât feel beautiful.
âThank youâ
That was then. Now, you almost 19 and still in high school, your late birthday holding you back. You walked inside and set your shoes quietly on the rack.
âWell, look who it isâ your mother sighed, looking at your soaked body and clothes. âYou missed dinnerâ
âYou didnât wait?â You asked hurt. You shouldnât be surprised.
âNo, of course not. Youâre always late. And youâre soaking my floor. Go to your bedroom. Get those clothes off before you ruin the rest of the houseâ your mother spat harshly. You werenât always late, it was raining. The buses were full, the trains were full. You had walked 10 miles to get home. In the pouring rain.
âWhile youâre at it, can you make sure your room is picked up? Itâs an eyesoreâ you dad added from the table.
âMy door is never openâ you answer.
âDonât talk back.â Your father whipped his head to look at you. âSuch a wretched girlâ your heard him mutter as you shuffled past. Your clothes stuck to your skin.
You returned a moment later. Looking through the fridge and microwave for food. Your mother eyes you carefully.
âDinner is gone. We finished itâ she said pointedly. You dropped your shoulders. Looking at her sorrowfully.
âYou didnât save me any?â You nearly cry. This was the third day in a row that you had barely eaten.
âNo, we didnât. You werenât here on time, dinner is over. You know the rules, late for dinner nothing for the rest of the dayâ she answered.
âB-b-but, I havenât eaten in three days, maâ you tell her. She shrugged.
âYou should eat moreâ your father spoke. âYouâre too thin, not attractive.â
âNo, sheâs too fat. Not attractive.â Your mother countered. She pulled up your shirt, pointing to your visible ribs and pronounced pelvis. âI suppose youâre right.
âHow am I supposed to eat more when you donât save food for dinner or wait for me?â You ask. Your feelings hurt as you snatched your shirt down.
âYou know the rules (y/n)â your dad sighed looking back at his newspaper. âFigure it outâ
âDad! Are you being serious?â You question. âYou guys are terrible parentsâ you utter quietly.
âWhat did you say?â Your father said as your mother gasped.
âI said you guys are terrible parentsâ you say with determination and walk away, leaving them before you broke down in tears. You threw yourself onto your bed, snatching your phone quickly. Failing the only number you knew.
âHello?â In Hos voice came through the phone.
âIn HoâŚâ gasped through your tears. âI need you to come get me. Theyâre terrible, I havenât eaten in days, Iâm starvingâ you began ranting through your tears.
âIâm on my wayâ was all he said. You awaited his arrival, only grabbing your backpack phone and charger. A text came in five minutes after the phone call âIâm hereâ is all it said. You left your room, walking past your parents, ignoring calls of your name.
His car sat idol in the rain as he stood by your door. You ran and jumped into his arms, sobbing hard in his shoulder. He rubbed your hair gently, coaxing you with soothing words.
Timeskip:
You lay curled up into him. Players of food surrounding you, cans of coke scattered on the bedside table. Sighing heavily as you watched Fast and Furious.
âWhen do I go home?â You ask him with tear filled eyes.
âYouâre not going back thereâ he said, his eyes burning yours with an intensity that you felt in your soul. âYou will never go back there. Theyâre terrible donât treat you right, youâre underfed, your clothes are raggedy, youâre too young and beautifulâ he gently kissed the top of your head.
âIâm not beautifulâ you mumble.
âYes you are. You have always been beautiful. Ever since I first met you, youâve always been beautiful. You are attractive, you are what I need in my life.â He said with finality. His words echoed in your heart. Reverberating through your body. I am beautiful. You repeated to yourself.
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You were among the last masked soldiers to leave after the games ended. Packing up your things and putting them up. You key dangling from your teeth.
You exited the room.
"There's number 13, she says she's a boy" the other guards snickered.
"I'm a he..." you muttered. You had been on T the past few months, trying to gain comfort in your body.
Struggling already to pay off debt from a previous surgery but still scarping enough together to pay for it.
"Pfft, you still sound like a girl" one of them said, chucking at your appearance. "Sound like a girl, look like a girl, you're a girl"
"But I'm not." You argue back.
"Pull off that shirt then. Huh? Why don't you show u your cock is bigger?" They laughed.
"Enough." You heard a thunderous voice echo through the hall. You all looked, The Front Man stood at the end of the hall. "Leave him alone"
"Yes sir" they bowed and continued walking, pushing past you. You stood ashamed, pressed uncomfortably against the side wall as everyone left.
"Hey, (y/n)" he spoke gently, tipping your face up.
"Why don't you come with me? It's unsafe for you on the boat with them. Besides, other guys will get jealous that you're far more handsome than them" In Ho gently grabbed your hand and led you to his quarters.
"Thank you, sir" you bow. He chuckled.
"Please no need to bow. Or call me sir" he waved.
"Call me In Ho."
"O-oh. In Ho" you repeated. "Well thank you for looking out for me... I appreciate it. They've been giving me hell" you scratch the back of your head absentmindedly.
"Well... I didn't just do it for you... I did it for me." In Ho blushed slightly. "I honestly, (y/n), I think you're really handsome"
"M-me?" You redden. You hadn't ever been called handsome before. You'd always been berated on and shamed, especially by your parents. Hence why you were struggling to make ends meet.
"Yeah! And I know your financials aren't the best, so I want to offer my help, financially. Y'know, pay for haircuts, and Testosterone... maybe surgeries.
Anything you need" he smiled gently. "I just want you to be the you you desire to be. And I know this salary isn't enough to cover all of it"
"Really? That's so generous! Thank you so much" you hug him. Your smaller frame being overwhelmed by his. You could feel his warmth spreading through out your body. Comforting you in a way you hadnât experience before.
Time skip: a few weeks later.
You and In Ho we're walking happily through the street, hand in hand. He never shied away from you in public. You'd always had gotten your hair cut and dyed (pick a color) and had some other aesthetic changes done. New tattoos and some piercings.
The one thing you were holding back on was having sex and being naked in front of him. He hadn't seen your scars yet... or what was going on down below.
You were scared he'd run off.
One night, you and In Ho we're laying in your big bed.
Furiously making out, he held himself on top of you, his knee resting between your thighs. His hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,
âMay I?â He asked. You nodded, finally deciding that this was the moment. That youâd let In Ho see you now, fully as you were, before you gave yourself to him. He lifted your shirt. A soft gasp leaving his lips. His finger tips gently traced the scars.
âT-theyâre from t-top surgeryâ you say barely audible above a whisper. He nodded slowly before speaking,
âTheyâre beautifulâ he whispered. âYouâre handsome, but the scars are beautifulâ he kissed along them gently. His hand travelled down to your middle. This is where your second insecurity lies. You gulped as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you with intensity, his cock hard and pressing into your stomach.
âIn HoâŚâ you say breathlessly. âI need to tell you something.â He looks at you, his eyes burning into yours. âDown there, I have a-â
âI know pretty boyâ he says quietly in your ear. âAnd I want itâ with that, you both take off your pants. His cock springing free, your cunt was dripping at the sight, your t-dick throbbing with anticipation. He touched you gently, stroking softly, almost expertly.
You moaned loudly, arching your back to his touch. He jerked his cock, watching as you squirmed under his movements, a smile playing on his lips.
âYou like that? Hm? Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me?â He teases, you nodded feebly. Your whimpers music to his ears.
With a slow, deliberate movement, In Ho slid his cock into your body. You gasped, your own member throbbing with excitement as In Ho began to thrust. Each stroke was deep and measured, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being.
As you fucked, In Ho's words were low and husky, urging you on. "You're so tight," he growled. "I love the way you feel around me."
Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling with each thrust. You felt yourself being driven closer and closer to orgasm, your t-dick aching with need.
In Ho's pace quickened, his movements becoming more frenzied as he sensed your approaching climax. Stroking you faster. "Come on, pretty boy" he whispered urgently. "Let go for me."
Your eyes snapped shut as you felt yourself cresting the edge of orgasm. In Ho's cock was deep inside you, stroking your inner walls and sending sparks flying through your entire body.
And then, in a burst of light and color, you came. Your body convulsed around In Ho's cock, milking him dry as you rode out your waves of pleasure.
As you finally stilled, In Ho pulled out slowly, his chest heaving with exertion. He gazed down at you with a possessive smile. "Good boy," he whispered softly. "You came so hard on my cock."
You felt a flush rise to their cheeks at In Ho's words, but they couldn't help feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleased him. You lay there for a moment longer before finally speaking up in barely more than whisper,
âIn Ho⌠I think Iâm falling in love with youâ
â(Y/n)⌠I am falling in love with youâ he placed a kiss on your forehead, pulling you closer to him.
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Dinner Party
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You and In Ho stood in the mirror, looking at yourselves as you got dressed and prepared to go out. Your gold dress matched his black suit and gold tie perfectly. Your wedding rings shiny and bright.
You smiled at his as he adjusted his tie. What a fine couple you were. Clothes so expensive a name isnât on them. A dress made by Alexander McQueen himself and shoes designed to accompany them. In Hoâs outfit was a casually tailored piece by a man youâd never heard of. Handsome and expensive, just how you liked it.
âDarlingâ you say absently toying with the charms on your bracelet. âWhat time will the car be here?â
âIn a minute, we should probably go downstairsâ he said as he sprayed cologne on, you followed suit with the womanâs version. He gripped your hand as you walked down the stairs of your penthouse apartment in the middle of Seoul.
Time skip:
You sat bored at the table complete with men, and some women, one of which was hitting on your husband.
âHoney, is my ring big enough?â You say drably showing the woman. âHe keeps saying the ring is too small for his wife, that I need a bigger diamondâ In Ho cleared his throat.
âYes honey, Iâll buy you a new ring tomorrowâ
âno i want it nowâ you pout.
â(Y/n), I said tomorrow. Stop acting upâ he said sharply. He looked at the woman who was now too embarrassed to talk. He put his eyes on the investor across from him. Beginning to talk about funding for the next set of games. You flagged a waiter,
âIâd like more wine pleaseâ you say. Moments later he returned, filling your glass until you ordered him to stop. You stood up, your eyes flying around you. Looking at the woman as she walked to the bathroom.
âWhere are you going?â He gripped your wrist. His eyes not leaving the investor as he spoke. Engaged in conversation.
âThe restroomâ you pull your arm away.
âNot with the glass of wine, donât be rude.â He said. âIt is impolite to carry a glass to the restroomâ
âAh no, Hwang, we donât mindâ one of the investors said, overhearing. âBesides, the drunker the betterâ he added with a wink. In Ho chuckled. You walked away quickly, to the restroom. You leaned haphazardly against the sink, glass of red wine in hand.
The woman exited the stall, pausing as she saw you.
âOh excuse meâ you say as you pushed past her. The wine threatening to spill over the rim of the glass.
You used the restroom and when you returned she was still there.
âIs there a reason youâre still here?â You spit venomously. âIâm surprised youâre not out there flirting with my husbandâ
âDonât act so spoiledâ she returned coldly.
âHow can I possibly act spoiled when I am spoiled? Do you not know how it works, honey?â You laugh lightly.
âA bigger ring, pfft. Your rings already the size of Koreaâ she scoffed. âYour dress is shabby, poor lookingâ
âYes, says the woman dressed as Hilary Clinton from the 2016 American Presidential Debateâ you throw your head back. She fumed at you heatedly, her eyes fierce. âYou want to see how spoiled I really am? Iâll ruin my Alexander McQueen dress and watch how my husband reactsâ you spilt wine, her eyes widening as she realized what you were going to do.
You screamed loudly, she darted out of the bathroom. You waited a moment before stomping out in your soiled dress. You walked straight behind her and dumped the remainder of your glass on her head. In Ho shot straight up to face you, your soiled dress burning his eyes.
He looked down at the woman, then back at you as your make up started to smudge as you faked tears. He fumed at you. His face screwed up in anger.
âIâm gonna have to take this one homeâ he spoke calmly. âTeach her a lesson. Iâll be back gentlemenâ he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards the penthouse.
âPut me downâ you beat against his back.
âNo.â He said sharply. âI am palm-achingly madâ a slap against your ass. âI cannot believe you. Acting that way in front of the investors, and that woman. Oh my god, (y/n), I swear you are the most bratty girl I have ever been aroundâ
âI am a womanâ you sassed.
âNot with the way you were actingâ he made it to the doors of the penthouse building. Walking inside you held yourself up on his buttocks, waving to the doorman.
âHi Tang-shoâ you smiled. The doorman nodded as you got into the elevator. In Hi standing stiffly as you squirmed in his arms. âCan I get down?â You ask impatiently.
âNo.â You finally reached the top floor, In Ho walked into the grand room. Setting you down in front of a mirror, âtake off the dress. Get on all fours and face the mirrorâ
âBut I-â
âDonât want to hear it. You need to learn something and learn it now.â In Ho pulled his slacks to his ankles as you undid your dress, doing as he asked. A sharp palm came down against your ass. âYou cannot behave that wayâ
You moaned loudly, arching your back at the delicious pain. Another slap on your ass.
âYou cannot behave like that at an important dinner partyâ two more slaps in your ass, your cheek red, In Hoâs hand print forming.
âYes daddyâ you say as you sink down to your chest, further pushing your ass up to him. Your arousal as vividly dripping from your cunt as he slapped both of your cheeks, reddening them.
"Fuck you, (y/n)" he whispered in your ear. His anger and lust combined into one emotion, creating a whole new meaning to the word, fuck. He was mad and turned on.
"Do it then, In Ho" you whisper in his. He rammed into you. He pulled your hair as he roughly fucked you on the floor.
"Do you know, how hard I tried to keep myself together (y/n)?" He bit your neck. Your nails scratching down his biceps as he fucked you relentlessly.
"No" you moan.
"No?" He growls. "Being here, fucking you relentlessly when I should be at an important dinner isn't a clue?" He said working on leaving hickeys in your neck and chest.
You creaming as you tightened around him. Moans of pleasure getting louder as you neared your climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. You're close aren't you?" You nodded. "Tell me when you're about to. I want to hear you say it."
Your moans turned him on so much more.
"I'm coming" you say breathing heavily.
"What?"
"Fuck, In Ho, I'm coming"
"One more time." His grunted as he gave three rough pounds in between each word.
"Fuckkk In Ho! I'm coming, I'm coming" you began to tear up. He pulled out and flipped you so you were in missionary, so he could see your pretty face.
"No you're not" he growls as he hammers your pussy. The sound of balls slapping skin, and moans and grunts fillling the room.
"I'm sorry" you cry. "Daddy please let me come."
"You're sorry?"
"Yes" you scream.
"Then show me" he says letting go of your hips.
"Fuck me like this to show me you're sorry" you grinded your hips on his cock roughly but at a staggered pace. He could see your body spending and he decided to finish you off. Just the way you liked it.
"I'm sorry I fucked up my rhythm" he says in your ear. "I just wanted to see how gorgeous you look without watching your face through a mirror" he grabs your neck and thrusts into you . Your back arched off the tile, eyes red, and tears streaming down your face. You screamed as he roughly pounded you.
"Look at you" he said sweetly. "So pretty for daddy" your faced moved as he dogged your clenching pussy hole. "Sooo fucking beautiful"
"Fuck fuck fuck (y/n). Can I bust in there?" He groans as you begin to pull him to the edge. You nodded. "Can daddy cum in that tight pussy?" He asks again.
"Yes please, In Ho, please" you cry your core burned. You began to orgasm. He pulled your head up again.
"Let's cum together" he says as he began to cum, filling you up, you were soaking his dick with your juices, squirting around his dick.
"Good girl" he says as he fucked you till the end of his climax. Thrusts getting sloppy as he pulled out. He stood up, putting his cock back in his pants and zipping himself back up, he helped you to your feet. Leading you to the bathroom to fix your make up, grabbing you a spare gold dress from the closet with a new pair of shoes to match.
âAre you ready to behave yourself?â He asked.
âYes daddyâ you smile sweetly. Letting his help you get dressed again. Your pussy ruined from his cum inside of you.
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Tw: smoking, gun (no death, though murder is implied), brief moment where reader is groped by other men
You had known Sang Woo as your dadâs best bud. Completely ignoring how he didnât bother to look at you or how he simply just didnât acknowledge your presence. Quite frankly, you would think he hated you. But oh, if he saw the glint in your eye as you looked at him, or your wide smile. Heâd see you were so good for him.
You began studying law in your first year of university. Always studying, your head was always in the books. You had grown since your little crush on Sang Woo a few years back. You now focused on sex with easy boys⌠you werenât a slut, but you enjoy a good friend with benefits. You came home on a Soring break holiday. 2 weeks of sun and small town city boys for you to play with.
âHeya dadâ you kiss his cheek as you enter the kitchen. He smiled at you. âIâm heading off to the store, need anything?â
âNo. But say hello to Sang Woo, heâs sitting at the tableâ you stopped in your tracks.
âWhyâs he here?â You ask abruptly. Your dadâs eyes meeting yours quickly.
âHeâs staying for the next couple of days, his apartment is getting plumbing maintenance done on itâ Gi-Hun said. âAnd actually bring me a pack of cigarettesâ
âMkayâ you walk through the kitchen and into the dining room. You saw Sang Woo sitting at table, an unlit cigarette sitting between his teeth. âMr. Choâ you spoke bowing.
â(Y/n), weâve been over this, you can call me Sang Wooâ he said coldly. He eyes you as you bowed, obviously looking at your cleavage. You mouth an âokayâ and leave. You walk happily into the store grabbing 2 packs of cigarettes and a lighter before leaving. You noticed two men standing outside, staring at you as you walked out.
âHey cutieâ he whistled. You ignored it, walking quickly past them. They began to follow you to your apartment, as you sped up in pace so did they. âHey! Didnât they ever teach you some manners?â You broke out into a full sprint, running now. You turned your street, somehow narrowly avoiding their out reached hands. High school track sure as hell paid off.
You looked for your apartment, hoping to see one of the men outside, you didnât. You decided to run for the door hoping it was open. You reach the steps before they managed to grab you. Feeling you up on the street.
âOh nice set of titsâ one of them said, ripping your shirt.
âLet me go!â You shouted. Sang woo, who was inside heard your voice, immediately standing up and walking towards the commotion. Adjusting his glasses as he did so. âI said âfucking let me goââ you kicked back, hitting a guy in his knee.
âFucking bitchâ he grunted.
âDidnât you hear her?â Sang Woos voice thundered from the top of the stairs. The movements stopped as you all looked at him. âShe said let her go. Now do itâ
âMind your own, dickwadâ one of the men spat.
âYeah besides thereâs two of us and one of you, whatâre you gonna do about it?â He snarled as his hand continued moving around your body, looking for an easy entrance into your shorts as you squirmed. Sang woo rolled his eyes as he pulled a gun from his waist, cocking it back and pointing it at the manâs head.
âSeriously?â He sighed, as the man holding you froze. âI said let her go now, or Iâll paint the sidewalk with your brains.â The men slowly released their grips on you, letting you wiggle free so you could hide behind Sang woo, your small hand resting on his waist. The men turned and walked away, keeping their heads low.
âThank you, Sang Wooâ you said quietly as you turned and went into the apartment. He followed behind you, resetting his gun and clicking the safety back on as he did.
You sat in your bed until dinner, only coming out to eat and you returned to your room. Sang woos eyes not leaving you as you ate, hiding your feelings from your dad, who was happily chatting about the sports teams.
You sat in your room. Your torn shirt tossed in the corner of your room as you sat in just your bra and shorts. You had pulled off the other shirt that you had hastily put on for dinner off just to double check and make sure there were no wounds.
But now, your mind blank, your body in shock. Hearing a soft knock on your door, you quickly pulled an oversized shirt above your head.
âCome inâ you said softly. Sang Woos slim figure shadowed the floor. âOh, itâs youâ
âAre you okay?â He asked, kneeling in front of you. âIâm so sorry you had to deal with that.â He placed a hand on your knee. His eyes piercing yours, you finally felt like he saw you.
âIâm not sure what I amâ you say barely audible above a whisper. âIâm scared?â
âItâs okay to be scared, itâs okay to not know what you are.â He spoke gently, âyou experienced something traumatic and I pulled a gunâ
âWhere was my dad?â Was all you asked.
âHe was on a phone call, the bank called. He was in his room. I didnât say anything to him yet.â Sang woo responded. âIf you want me to I willâ
âNo. He doesnât need to know his little girl just went through thatâ you say shakily.
â(Y/n), I will carry that burdenâ he said. A fire lighting in you. You moved to kiss him. The heat of the moment wrapped around you. He kissed you back, standing up and crawling to towering over you. His tie dangling low around his neck as his top shirt buttons were undone.
âI want you to carry me insteadâ you whisper between kisses. he pulled me into his arms, your lips crashing together in a fierce kiss. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your shared passion. His hands roamed over your body, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.
As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Sang Woo's eyes burned with an inner fire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice husky with need. "I want all of you." You smiled, your heart soaring at his words.
"You have me," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled you back into his arms, your bodies entwining as you moved towards the bed. You rolled through your soft sheets together, your lips still locked in a passionate kiss. As you lay together on the bed, Sang Woo's body pressed against yours, his eyes locked onto your own with an intense gaze. His hands roamed over your soft skin, sending shivers down your spine as he touched every inch of you that he could. You felt his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.
Without a word, he reached down and grasped your hips, pulling you closer to him. You felt his cock press against your entrance, and then he was sliding inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching up to meet his.
As he began to move, his hips thrusting back and forth, you felt yourself getting lost in the rhythm of your lovemaking. His cock stroked deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.
Sang Woo's eyes never left yours as he fucked you, his gaze burning with intensity. You could see the desire and passion there, and it only added to your own arousal. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you.
You felt yourself building towards a climax, your body tensing up as Sang Woo's cock stroked deeper and deeper inside you. He was fucking you with a fierce abandon, his movements wild and uncontrolled. You loved every minute of it.
As you came closer to the edge, Sang Woo's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming shorter and more intense. You could feel his own climax building, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he prepared to come.
Sang Woo's body stiffened as he came inside you, releasing a low groan that sent shivers down your spine His cock pulsed with each spasm filling you with warmth. As you lay there together your bodies still entwined, your breathing slowed.
"I may not say it, (y/n)" he whispered, his voice filled with conviction as he pulled you closer, "but I'd burn the world for you if you asked me to." His words sent shivers down your spine as he continued to gaze into your eyes. Attaching his lips to yours once more.
âIâd burn the world for you (y/n)â he repeated again between kisses. âEven if it meant burning my own body to make you happy.â You smiled, stroking his face gently. Your clothes lay abandoned and forgotten on the floor. You stood up, grabbing his shirt off the floor, his eyes watching as you did. A satisfied smile playing on his lips as his 3 sizes to big shirt danced around you.
âKitchen and bathroom, want anything?â You ask standing at the threshold of your bedroom door. He smirked.
âYou to get back in bed with meâ he said slyly. You roll your eyes and make your trek as Sang woo laid in your bed. Staring up at your ceiling before smelling the familiar scent of a burning cigarette. Within a few moments you returned with soda and cigarettes.
âBack in bedâ you grin.
âAnd itâs where youâre stayingâ he tickled you, your giggles softly echoing through the room.
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Tw: smoking & drinking
You stood at your bar counter at 10 pm staring at the documents on your table. You were a detective at the police department and had to take a case home with you.
"You know, sleeping won't kill you (y/n)" In Ho comes in shrugging off his work jacket and setting it on the bar stool. You had a half a whiskey on the rocks left and a cigarette burning by the open window as you read. You turned a half smile as he kissed your cheek before hugging you from behind. "Did you hear me, Detective?"
"I did, hi baby, how was work?" You ask as if you're in autopilot.
"Work was... work, you know dead body in the alley." He held you against him, smelling your hair. âThe usual, said we were taking the case because youâre already up to your nose. I donât know understand why they donât just deem it as no evidence and cold case itâ
"Because I fought for it. ID a killer?" You turn the page. He smirked, as he picked up the cigarette, guiding it to your lips.
"We think so, but it's still early" he kisses your neck.
You moan lightly as you breathe smoke from your lips, he saw it dust the page before flying up towards him.
"Of course... today's the first day you found it" you say. "You'd be home later if you were close" he smiles.
"If I was close?" He grins, you can hear it in his voice.
"Yeah, exactly. If you were close" the silence rang out for a few seconds before In Ho broke it:
"Relax" he whispered in your ear."
"I can't... I have to solve this one" you reply, sighing deeply.
"It wasn't a request" he says, kissing your neck. His hands drifted down to your jeans.
"In Ho..." you groan.
"I'll do the work, you concentrate on the case then" he whispers in your ear. You nod as you continue reading. "But first..."
In a swift, but gentle motion, he grabs the loosely tied ponytail dangling in front of him and grabs the remainder of your drink. You willfully tipped your head back and drank it. Your throat burned that familiar burn as you swallowed. You felt his growth jumping up slightly.
"Fuck me" you moan as you begin reading.
"I plan to, darling" he says as he undoes your jeans.
His hand falls inside, teasing your folds. Your sight goes fuzzy as he plays with you, one hand hold' you against him and the other in your jeans.
"My god" you whisper as he enters a finger into the tight slot between your legs.
"I'm wasting time here" he says. You feel his finger leave and hear the sound of a zipper and you felt the coldness hit your legs as your jeans were pulled down. "Lean down a bit for me" you obey and lean over the bar counter as he holds your hips.
"Gentle, I have to read" you say.
"Oh I know, l've been wanting this all day" he says pressing his dick into you.
"Holy fuck" your sultry voice utters.
"Yeah baby girl. You feel great too" You closed your eyes as he pumped in and out of you. "Concentrate (y/n), or I'll stop" he warns as he fucks you gently to not disturb your work.
"Faster please" you gasp as you grip the counter with one hand.
"Can't"
"Why not?" He could hear the urgency in your voice
"You're working" he whispers in your ear as he thrusts into you. In the moment you dropped your file and pushed him back before turning rapidly in his arms.
"No im not" you crash your lips onto his, tongues mashing together as you unbuttoned his shirt. He pulls your shirt off and throws it on the floor as you began trying to make it to the couch. He knew you wouldn't make it. The pair of you heatedly made out as you traveled through the kitchen.
"Fuck" he mumbled as he tried to get outta his pants without breaking the kiss. The two of you were soon making out on your knees trying to get pants off.
"Fuckkk" he groans as you leaned back trying to get under him.
"Baby please" you whisper against his lips.
"Right here?" He asked as the two of you were on the kitchen floor. âRight on our kitchen floor?â
"Yes" you nearly gasp. He helped push you onto your back, getting your pants off. He quickly reattached his lips to yours as you pulled his pants down, allowing his dick to spring free. "Oh my god, In Ho now, please" you pull him further into you. He slides his cock in without hesitation.
My fuck! (Y/n)!" He groans out as he fucks into you. He lays kisses on your lips as your legs wrap around him. The two of you tangled up on the floor, moans and curses being thrown as he fucked you just the right way at just the right pace.
"Oh my god, YES!" You cry out as he angles for your g-spot. "Oh In Ho don't stop"
"I'm not going to" he speeds up, feeling his climax. Digging your nails into his back, you near your own climax.
"Fuck In Ho" you groan.
"I wanna hear you say it" he growls in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you. At this point, he was balls deep just moving in the way he knows you like.
"I'm coming" you moan as you felt that knot breaking loose.
"What?"
"I'm fucking coming" you begin to spaz into him as he fucks you harder.
"What's that beautiful?" He kisses you.
"Did you say you're coming?"
"Yes" you cry gripping onto him.
"Huh?" No response, just moans. "Huh baby? Is this it?" He groans as he hears you scream into his ear.
"There it is" he says as he climaxes in time with you.
"Fuckkkk" you yell out into the night as In Ho sloppily fucked you through it. Your moans tighten as he keeps fucking, emptying himself out. "Fuck i love you"
"I love you" he kisses you, pulling out and laying next to you on the cold tile. Pulling your close to him. "I fucking love you"
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Part 1
Note: reader is 18, senior in high school. We do not promote underage sex on this page.
Texts: youâre pink, heâs blue
In Ho pulled up to his own apartment. Looking over to the seat you once sat in. Now, empty, nothing but the ghost of you there. He could see you in his mind, when he closed his eyes. Your smile, your kind gaze, your hair flowing around in the wind from the open window. He looked down to his soiled pants. The idea of you so overwhelming he just had to cum.
âIâm so grossâ he said aloud. Fallen? For my student? How cliche. He thought to himself as he exited his car. Really In Ho, how more bookish could you be? He let out a sigh as he started to grab some trash from the floor as he did every Friday. Blue ink catching his eye, hand writing that wasnât his.
âThat girlâ he smiled and shook his head, stuffing it into his pocket. Tossing the trash and grabbing his items, walking up the stairs.
Hours later he sat watching TV and grading papers. Your number teasing his eyes as he begged himself not to dive down into this rabbit hole. To not dive head first into you. Trouble at every step.
âHey, I think you meant to leave your number for someone elseâ he wrote in the message bar. Your phone dinged as you laid lazily in bed, listening to music. You smiled as you rolled over to see a text.
âNo⌠I wouldnât leave my number around for just anyoneâ you type back.
âHow do you know Iâm not a dangerous man?â The messenger wrote back. You were into this mysterious facade he was putting on. He smiled on the other end, daring himself to continue.
âDangerous? The face of danger weeps when it senses my presenceâŚâ
âA beautiful girl as you? I can bet you are indeed a presence to be bowed upon setting sights on. William Shakespeare writes about beauties such as you, I never believe he could possibly be telling the truth. But yet, I stood in from of my Juliet and dared to the a rose in her directionâ he wrote back. He cringed at his own writing. Too strong. I shouldâve been light and fun. He face palmed, Iâm so stupid.
You smiled at the message, saving it in your memory forever. A squeal escaping your lips. âThen do I dare call you Romeo? Or shall you be my Gomez and I be your Morticiaâ you were practically drooling now.
His own mouth hung open in a smile. Your response lightening his heart. âWe shall be whoever youâd like us to be as long I call myself yours and you as mineâ he replied. His heart palpitated with every word of yours he read. He eagerly awaited your response, he was desperate to, would you have me? Can I be yours? He begged to question. âThen Gomez and Morticia we shall be. Death got to Romeo and Juliet too early and I believe we deserve something more immortalâ
Your heart jumped in your chest. He was asking to be yours, he wanted you as his. Though, it could be just romantical literature talk, nothing. You shrugged, nonetheless, the man you had been desiring since the beginning of Sophomore year was texting you.
He stared at your text. Immortal love he repeated a million times over in his head. âIâd love to invite you out but I am afraid we cannot be too public. Though, if I could brandish you proudly, I would.â Your heart dropped as the solid reality hit you. You couldnât be go out socially. âI donât mind the idea of private loving, takeout and movie dates are cheaper anywayâ you said.
âPrivate loving? Hmm sounds⌠scandalousâ he typed. âDare I ask what that includesâ he said. Your heart fluttered at the text. âIt includes you, me, and a bedroomâ you tossed your phone across the bed. Eyes wide at your own words. He was definitely gonna cut you off. Back to just being a student helplessly in love with a man you couldnât have.
He stared at your text, his own eyes wide and glassy. His cock hardening in his pants. Sex. Love making. Fucking, you. His body on overdrive. He called you. Your phone rang, his contact name on the screen, you shook as you picked it up.
âH-helloâ you say into the receiving end.
â(Y/n)â he spoke softly. âThe way you have my cock straining in my pants is insaneâ he said breathlessly. Your stomach dropped at his words, butterflies erupted in your pussy immediately heating up and salivating over the idea of his dick.
âIâm sorryâ was all you could force out.
âNo. Donât be.â In Ho responded, pulling himself out.
âIf itâs any consolation, Iâm throbbing for youâ you say as you snake your hand down into your shorts. Rubbing circles on your clit.
âAre you really?â He said in almost a groan. His cock dripping with precum, his stomach fluttering with excitement. He stroke himself slowly. The forbidden ideas of you wrapped around him and begging for him to move faster playing in his mind.
âI really am⌠when would we be able to hang out?â You ask. Entering a finger inside your pussy slowly. Holding back a moan as you did. Imagining his cock inside you as he spoke,
âWe can hang out whenever⌠tonight, tomorrow, whenever youâd like. Itâs not a problem.â He said, trying to sound as normal as possible as his hand made fast work on his cock. âWe can stay at my apartment, or your house. Iâd be more than happy getting you a hotelâ
âWe can really do whenever. My house is always empty, my momâs always working or cheating on my dad with her athletic trainer, and my dad is doing the same but with some secretary from his job. They seldomly come homeâ you responded. You were two fingers deep and arching into your own touch, pressing expertly on your g-spot as you fucked yourself.
âOh thatâs-â he paused to breathe. His cock pulsating in his hand, his orgasm threatening to explode from his cock. âThatâs terribleâ
âNot for usâ you say slyly. Your walls began contracting around your fingers. âHey, Mr. Hwang?â
âCall me In Hoâ he replied. Holding his breath as his heart sobbed to hear you say his name.
âIn Ho⌠I should tell you now,â you began to say. âIâm a virginâ an audible groan left him. Your eyes widening at the realization that he was masturbating. The delicious idea making you impossibly wetter.
âIâll be gentle, (y/n). I promiseâ he spoke. A small moan escaped your lips and made it to his ears. A wide grin spread across his face. â(Y/n), are you⌠playing with yourself?â Your breath hitched in your throat at the question.
âY-y-yesâ you say quietly. âA-are you?â
âPlease donât be scared to moan for me. Youâll make me finishâ he said. He was already on the brink of exploding. He ran a finger over his tip, a deep inhale at the feeling.
Your heart was beating at twice its pace. Your bpm well over normal rate. You fucked yourself, letting your small moans escape your lips. His cock ached to be relieved.
âYou sound so beautifulâ he told you. âWill you cum for me, (y/n)?â He asked. You let out a strained and quiet yes. Confirmation that you were close. âI need to hear you say it, pleaseâ he begged.
âIâm going to cum for you.â You respond your head thrown back, moans and squeaks escaped from your lips as you did. You listened to his groans. The sound of his voice filling the quiet void of your room.
âOh godâ he grunted. Laying his head back on the couch as he moved faster. âIâm gonna cum, (y/n)â You were panting like a dog in heat, your orgasm was just a few pulls away.
âM-m-me t-tooâ you said in strained breathes. Your whimpering filling his ears.
âCum for me. Cum for me, pretty girlâ he coaxed. âBe a good girlâ you let out a string of moans as you released on your hand, grinding your hips up to seek more friction. He pushed his orgasm through, finally allowing himself to cum. His cum spurted out in thick strands on his shirt. Little flecks hit his face. You laid in bed as you came down from your high.
âDate tomorrow?â You asked suddenly, basking in the afterglow
âThai takeout and movies?â He asks as he basked in the last moment. Your moans replaying over again.
âScary movies.â You say quizzically.
âOf courseâ he smiled. âYou are a girl after my own heart. I have all the scary movies you can think of on discâ he said proudly.
âEven the Halloween series?â
âHow could I not?â He chuckled. You guys talked for hours.
âIâm going to showerâ you told him. âI can keep you on the phone or I can call you back?â You say unsure.
âEither is fineâ he replies, hoping you would keep him on the phone.
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You rolled around on your giant floatie. The sun-tanning your body as it did every summerâs day as you drank a pina colada. You had become accustomed to the lavish lifestyle. Always getting your way always being showered with loves and affections. The latest tech, the newest clothes, you were spoiled and you knew it, and even the small staff that kept your high maintenanced self maintained knew it. But, the person who knew it most of all, was your husband. Who was now coming home from a business meeting.
His eyes feasting on you from behind your balcony doors. Your small bikini and (h/c) hair striking his eyes with a glorious sight. You were the force to be reckoned with and he respected you. He wasnât afraid to say no, but the staff feared your tantrums which were followed by the loud moaning as you fucked the attitude right out of you, asking you if you were ready to behave yourself.
You realized your drink was empty as you took the last sip.
âHuhâ you gave a small laugh. âUh, hello! Bartender!â You called from your floatie. The gentleman turned from the TV playing the KBO game and looked towards you.
âAnother? Or should I fancy you with your favorite rum and pineapple juice?â He asked kindly. You loved the bartender, he was by far your favorite worker, always keeping your drink going strong and steady. You debated your drink options as In Ho turned the corner, his swimming trunks and broad chest on display.
âSheâs cut offâ he said curtly. The bartender nodded loyally, putting back the bottles of alcohol he had grabbed down.
âWhat?!â You shouted, whipping your neck up to glare at him through your expensive sunglasses.
âI donât believe i stuttered, (y/n), you are cut offâ he said.
âLeoâ you called to the bartender, âRum and pineapple juiceâ he nodded, looking at In Ho carefully. The staff was more afraid of you than him, for your wrath was far greater than his. You were fiery and hot-headed, In Ho was calm and slower to anger. Fire and Ice.
âLeo, i said noâ your husband responded. His eyes locked on you as you got off your floatie and let yourself into the water. Walking up the stairs, creating a scene that Mr. Hwang In Ho was eating up. You were perfect.
âLeo, make it for meâ you say as you stand squarely in front of In Ho. The bartender rapidly mixing your drink before leaving. The explosion slowly beginning. âWho are you to cut me off?â You press a manicured finger into In Hoâs chest.
âYour husband.â He says sharply. âYou spend all day out here, floating and drinking. You donât need to drink anymore today, Iâm homeâ
âSo?â You cock your head back. âThe fuck doe-â he grabs your throat, firmly but gently. Pulling you close to him, he whispered in your ear:
âYou need to learn some manners and watch your mouthâ his breathe hot on your ear. You smile drunkly, lust clouding your eyes.
âThe teach me someâ you dare. His cock jumped in anticipation, he pushed you on to your knees. You looked up at him innocently, pulling his swimming trunks down, revealing his hardening cock. You stroke it gently, licking the tip and he watched you.
âPut it in your mouthâ he orders, you licked a long stripe down his cock before taking the full member in your mouth. A guttural groan leaving his chest. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, forcing you further down in his cock. âLook at meâ
You looked up at him. You were a pretty picture. His cock in your mouth, your eyes teary as you held him gratefully. He thrusted his hips, gagging you on his member. As you sucked him off, In Ho's breathing quickened, and his thrusts became more urgent. You could sense his impending climax, and your heart rate accelerated in anticipation.
Suddenly, he pulled back slightly, and with one final thrust, he released a stream of cum onto your face.
The warm liquid splattered across your cheeks and nose, some of it dripping down towards your chin. In Ho's eyes never left yours as he stroked his thick cock to completion. You smiled up at him, eyes gleaming with a satisfaction.
âWhat do you say when someone does something nice for you?â He grabs your cum-dripping chin.
âThank youâ
âThank youâŚâ he repeats as he fixes himself back in his shorts.
âSir. Thank you, sirâ you say, breathlessly.
âNow let that be a lesson you do not forget, (y/n)â he says as he walked away. Leaving you to your endless drinks and suntanning. Heâd soon join you later anyway, he canât resist you in the hot tub.
