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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. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mouth dropped open.

"No way..." You whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned so hard it hurt.

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

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

"What's his name?" you asked.

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

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

"...Maverick."

The kitten meowed immediately.

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

"He made a noise," Harry deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he wanted was silence.

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

Harry pulled off his cap as he walked further inside.

Then he stopped.

You were asleep on the couch.

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

And curled directly on your chest was Maverick.

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

Harry stared at the sight quietly.

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

Something in Harry's chest softened painfully.

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

The kitten stretched lazily before settling back against you possessively.

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

The cat blinked at him slowly.

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

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

"Yes."

"You're home..."

"I live here."

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

"Missed you."

Harry went still for half a second.

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

"I was gone less than a day."

"Still missed you."

Maverick lifted his head and meowed sleepily in agreement.

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

You laughed weakly without opening your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few minutes passed in silence.

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

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

Harry froze briefly before glancing down at you.

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

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

Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"You barely know me."

Maverick started purring instantly.

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

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

Maverick simply purred louder.

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry..." you said softly.

"What?"

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

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

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

A laugh almost escaped you. Almost.

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

"I wasn't gonna say anything."

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

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

Harry exhaled slowly through his nose.

"You're stressed," you murmured.

"Brilliant observation."

"Grumpy too."

"I'm always grumpy."

"That's true."

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

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

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

Harry's eyes narrowed immediately.

"And what exactly are you implying?"

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

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

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

"...You are a dangerous distraction."

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

That finally pulled the faintest smirk from him.

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

"You have terrible timing," he muttered quietly.

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

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

"...Unfortunately."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I want to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop throwing shit!" You shouted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry..." you say with warning. 

"(Y/n)?" He answered. 

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

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

"Harry I-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry," you moaned, your voice unsteady.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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.