who's bruno?

This smut contains an intoxicated reader. They are an established couple who both understand that consent can be revoked at anytime. 

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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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

Harry Wells was a slut. 

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. 

The moment you had sped through the door of your apartment, you were mumbling something about wanting to be dicked down. And bad. 

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. 

"I told you I'd drive you home, dummy" he said as he hugged you. 

"I-I ran here instead" you slurred followed by laughter and hiccups. Which Harry adored. 

"You did? Good girl" Harry replied as he helped you take off your jewelry. 

"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. 

"Do you, pretty girl?" Harry asked absently, clicking his hips back to dodge your drunken efforts to remove his belt. 

"Mmhmm" you hummed. 

"Honey, you're phasing" Harry spoke. You had unintentionally started phasing as you sat on the bed. 

"Heeeeyyyy -hiccup- I can do that!" You gasped excitedly. 

"Yes, you can" Harry smiled. "Wanna pull your dress up for me so I can give you dick?" 

"Mmm, yes please" you say excitedly. You stood up and within seconds and a flurry of blue lightning was naked on the bed again. 

"Good girl" Harry encouraged. "Wanna spread those legs for me?" 

You did. Nothing but a silly little grin on your face. 

Harry knelt down in front of you, his eyes on your slick cunt. 

"Can I?" He asked. 

You nodded happily. 

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. 

Your hands shot to his hair, yanking him into your delicate flower full force. 

He was drowning in it. Licking and sucking relentlessly. Unable to contain the excitement in his jeans as you loudly whimpered and moaned. 

"You're such a good girl (y/n), you know that?" Harry said from between your thighs. "Such a good fucking girl" 

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. 

"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. 

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. 

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 . 

He stood up, face glistening and wet. 

"Dinner was great, sweetheart. Still want my cock?" Harry asked, panting. "You don't have to if you don't want to" he added. 

"Shut up and come give me your babies" you slurred with a wide smile. 

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. 

He barbarically wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"God I love the way your cunt drools on my cock" Harry said, sliding into your still sensitive hole. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Why’s that?”

“Because I run them.” He says. “I am the Frontman. They can’t kill me, I am their boss” he searches your face for a clue on what you’re thinking.

“So if I stay with you, I can survive?” He nods. “Okay.” You shrug. “I’m assuming I’m sworn to secrecy?”

“Yes, (y/n)” you nod slowly.

“Can I ask a question?” He raises an eyebrow. “What’re the policies about sex in a bathroom stall?”

“What?”

“We’ve done it once, back in junior year, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember” he smiles faintly as he remembers.

“Just while we’re in here for old times sake” you smile as you press your lips against his. He returns the kiss tilting his head to deepen it further. He sat on the toilet and pulled you onto his lap, you ran your hands through his hair.

“My God, your kisses haven’t changed” he groans before reattaching his lips to yours. He begs entry into your mouth with his tongue, you denied him. You feel him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his erection that’s in the middle of a war with his pants. Pulling a moan from you before pushing his tongue in your mouth.

“Talk about not changing, you pulled the same move on me 15 years later” he chuckles kissing you again. His hand slips into your pants, shoving a finger right into your core. His finger presses on your g-spot, rubbing against it. You feel his thumb tease your clit, having found it by memory. “No, no, I want you” you moan out.

“Then it’s me you’re getting.” He growls, standing up. He pushes his pants down and pulls your down. You kick off your shoes so you can free yourself. He picks you up and slams you against the stall. Dropping you on his angry cock. A guttural groan comes from inside his chest. “Fuck, why are you so tight?”

“Saving myself for you” you joke. He begins pounding into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving HICKIES on every bare square inch. You moan as he does, raking your fingers through his hair, you reach down into his shirt and dig your claws in.

“Oh god, (y/n), please. I want them to bleed” he groans as he fucks you. He angles and begins hitting your gspot, you nails dragging down his back as he did.

“I’m gonna cum” you groan as he kisses your lips. “Fuck I’m gonna cum”

“Hold it, I’m not done using your pussy yet. It feels too good”

“No no no don’t make me hold it. I can’t hold it” you say erratically. Beginning to lose your grip on reality as your close your eyes and see the entire alignment of the planets behind them.

“I said fucking hold it. I’m close but I’m not done” he growls. He presses his lips to yours again as he starts to moan. You share moans as you both near the climax. “Fuck” he drawls. He thrusts impossibly harder into you. “(Y/n) we’re gonna cum at the same time, I fucking swear. Count down to 5” he says into your neck as he moans.

“5” you say, your voice high and whiny”

“4- fuck I’m gonna come I’m gonna cum” he repeats before making a final thrust into you. You wrap your legs around him to keep them from shaking, feeling the knot inside you finally release, he lets out a few guttural moans as he thrusts slightly and empties himself into your pulsing pussy. You begin to hear your mixed juices hitting the floor in drops as you kiss each other. Heatedly making out yet again, his cock still inside of you. He sits down on the toilet with you on him as you both sigh heavily, your head dazily falling onto his shoulder.

“Holy fuck, I missed you”

“Yeah, I fucking missed you too” he replies pulling hair out of your face.

After getting cleaned up, the pair of you shamefully walk back into the room. Walking to your beds which were by the group of newly found friends were sleeping soundly.

He sat on his bed, gearing up to lay down and sleep the remainder of the night. As you turned to your bed, you felt his hand grip your wrist and pull you into his bed.

“What if they see us cuddled together in the morning” you jokingly as his arms wrapped around you.