It was a calm evening, wind occasionally whispering against the downtrodden STAR labs. Inside the cortex were the three remaining team flash members, sitting at their prospective desks. Cisco let out a sigh as he pushed his chair back and stuck his arms behind his head. "Guys, it's Saturday night. All the baddies are locked up, let's live a little. I know a great place, it's down by the water. Perfect for this kinda night." He pitched, glancing between the other two. Harry didn't even bother to stop typing before he grunted a resounding ‘no’. Crissy bit her lip and contemplated Cisco's proposition. "I'll go if Harry goes." She quipped, watching Harry cut his eyes over to her, wondering what was up her sleeve. Crissy stands up, "I'm going to get ready." She announces, no longer allowing him the option to say no. "Alright!" Cisco fist bumps the air, beaming. Trying his best to hide it, a small smile ghosts his lips. "This is going to be fun." Harry thought.
The two men scattered, both presumably to get ready.
Crissy sat on the edge of the closest desk, which happened to be Harry's. Who had just barely turned the corner enough to see a dazzling Crissy fidgeting with the hem of her very very short dress. Clearly lost in her thoughts, the esteemed man couldn't help but rake his eyes over every inch of her exposed skin. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he cleared his throat and sauntered in. “Oh, Harry! You startled me.” she blushed, taking in his slightly scruffy features. His eyes shown even brighter without his dark glasses framing them, such a beautiful blue she wanted to get lost in. "Ah, the classic anti Wells disguise; sans glasses and standing. They will never know the difference!" She joked, edging off the corner of the desk, briefly allowing the older scientist a view of sheer panties. He nearly choked when he caught a glimpse, unsure if it had been deliberate or not. "It's going to be great to get out and feel good for a night." She winked as Cisco strolled in. "Alright people, let's go!" He cheered while opening a breach.
Not even 20 minutes later Crissy and Harry stumbled out of the club Cisco had chosen. Both had been eagerly supplied each other with shots and drinks as if liquor was the new currency for love, or rather lust. "I can't believe he left us like that!" Crissy laughed. "Trust me, when you get an opportunity like that, you jump on it." The older man chuckled. "Yeah but we weren't even there for that long. I didn't even get a chance to dance yet." She pouted, unconsciously biting her lower lip. "Harry!" She squealed, gripping his shirt and forgetting all personal boundaries. "Look at them, I want to do that!" She giggled drunkenly. His gaze drifted from her mouth over to the small crowd of people dancing to sauntry salsa music outside of the neighboring bar. "You know, we should just go back to the lab." He tried, not wanting to push his luck at being recognized. Crissy crinkled her nose and pulled him to the music.
For a moment he lost her in the sea of people and a feeling bubbles to the surface. Not fear and not anger, somewhere in between; possession. After a moment of searching Harry catches the object of his affection grinding to the rhythm, clearly enjoying herself. As soon as he reaches Crissy, he snakes his arms around her waist. Boxing her in and keeping her from the other dancers. "Don't do that again." He chastised, lowering his voice. "I don't want to lose you." His breath hits her neck and sends chills down her body. Fueled by nothing but vodka shots, Crissy grabs Harry's hands and starts rubbing them up and down her sides while swaying to the music. He takes a step closer and she closes the distance, leaning her back against his chest. Ass lightly gliding over his pants.
"Crissy. What are you doing." He growls. Not answering and instead purposefully rubbing against him, Crissy let out a breathy sigh. "I'm just trying to feel good, Harry. I thought you wanted to feel good too?" She purrs innocently. "Listen kitten, I'm going to need you to use your big girl words so I can be perfectly clear on what you want." He whispered in her ear. Heat flashed to Crissy's cheeks, "ooh, yes daddy." She giggled, pushing her ass even harder against him. Briefly sobered by the growing bulge she felt behind her, Crissy drops her hands from his and instead slowly brings them up against his outer thighs, working her way inward. "I want all of you." She finally manages. Saying it out loud nearly caused her heart to burst. "Good girl." He kissed the top of her ear. "You're going to take every inch of me. Do you think you can be quiet?" "What?" She gasped, looking around them. "You don't think that I have the patience to be teased all night do you? Now be good and put your panties in my pocket." Crissy stood for a moment, trying to figure out the most covert way to get them off. With her ass flush against his hard member she laid her hands between them to lift the bottom of her skirt. Her thumbs hooked under the lace and in one swoop they fell to her ankles. Grabbing onto his waist from behind, Crissy discreetly kicked them off and pretended to drop her purse. As she bent down to pick them up, she locked her legs to give Harry a full view.
Once she was upright, she slid her hands into his pockets. One holding her soaked panties, the other palming his erection. He wanted her now. He removed his hands from her waist and unbuttoned his pants, making sure to keep himself covered by her dress and pulled out his cock. Gently teasing the head with her wet folds. He heard her sharp breath and kept going. Prodding deeper and deeper with each thrust until his head was throbbing. Being the gentleman he was, he used his free hand to roughly shove two fingers into her mouth, catching her off guard and making her gasp. Once they were nice and wet he brought his hand back down and gently slide them in, giving her time to adjust. He quickly found her g spot and continued finger fucking her until he felt her start to tense around him. Just as quick as it started, it was over. He heard her let out a small whine and he was almost ashamed at how it made him feel. "Take it." He grunted quietly as he lined his head up with her entrance. "Mhmph" was all Crissy could manage as she felt him stretch her to fit himself.
Not giving as much time to get accustomed to his length as before, Harry started thrusting, short deep thrusts. Trying not to draw attention to their compromising situation. He let out a guttural moan in her hair as he pumped his cock deep and quick. One of his hands flew down to under her dress and began rubbing her most sensitive spot, using the tip of his index finger to elicit quiet curses from Crissy. "Harry, I'm getting close." She moaned. "That's it." He grunted, using his other hand to push her deeper onto him. "Harry, I'm-" He felt her tense around him, hearing her voice falter and feeling her cum sent him tumbling into his own euphoria. With ragged breaths he slowly lowered himself out. Once he was tucked away he brushed the hair off her neck and planted a kiss. Crissy turned around and smiled before falling into a hug. "Hmm, it's time to get you home." He said as he led her out of the crowd. In the taxi back to Star labs, Crissy kept her head on his shoulder and Harry kept his arm around her waist. They stumbled into the labs and made their way to Harry's quarters. Forgoing the shower, Crissy crawled into his bed and looked over at him. Giving a small kiss on the nose, Harry pulled her close. "Thank you for tonight." She whispered between yawns. He smiled back at her and winked. "Anything for you."
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“Harry, I can’t find it!” cried out a seemingly distressed Crissy as she frantically searched for her phone. He looked up from his computer and took in her form. She was wearing a skin tight purple tank top and a very short black pleated skirt. “I suppose you want me to call it then?” came the dry response of the dark haired man who secretly drove her wild. “Yes! Oh..but wait, can you use the star labs phone?” she asked with a hint of worry. Harry didn’t catch the slight pleading in her tone and whipped out his own cell phone. He felt a familiar vibration coming from under a stack of papers on the desk near his computer and looked up to see Crissy bent over a chair, rummaging through her desk drawers.
For a split second he imagined what it would be like to walk up behind her and rip her tauntingly short skirt down and release his pent up tension inside her, but instead, he reached under the documents and grabbed her phone. His mouth fell slightly open at the sight of the flashing screen. It was a picture he didn’t know she had taken of him, shirtless and the contact name underneath simply read 'Daddy'. He waited for the call to time out before clearing his throat and motioning her over. “I found it under there” he pointed as he handed it over. “Thank you Harry! I don’t know what I would do without you.” Crissy teased as she sat down beside him and checked for any new messages, absentmindedly sliding his missed call notification off her screen without realizing he had probably seen her handy work.
He begrudgingly sat next to her, trying to cover the growing discomfort in his pants. “Crissy, maybe we should have a talk.” He said, his voice coming out more raspy than intended. She looked up at him and swiveled her chair in his direction. His eyes caught a flash of vibrant blue as her skirt flared and he could only assume that it was her underwear he had just seen. "What is it Harry?" She mused, still scrolling through her phone. He let out a huff and snatched it from her hands. "What's wrong with you?" She demanded, standing up in front of him. "This. You." He said very flustered. She looked at him incredulously, waiting for him to go on. "I know how you feel about me. I hear the snickering everytime I leave the room. I know what Cisco calls us; I watched the X-Files with you, I know who Scully and Mulder are. And I know that you like me." He stated boastfully. Now it was her turn to stand there, mouth agape. Shaking her head in disbelief she sat back down in the chair.
"I'm sorry." Was all she could verbalize. "What?" "I don't want you to think it's just because of Thawne. I don't want you to feel like a replacement just because you have the same face." She whispered softly. "I think we both know that I wasn't someone you ever expected to see again. I felt all of your hurt and anger towards me in the beginning but I feel like that has melted away to something more now." He said as he ran a hand through his already wild hair. "I mean why else would you dress like that when you know it's just going to be the two of us." He winked. "And to be honest...I saw your phone when I called." she blushed deeply and slouched down as if to hide from sight.
Harry watched the redness spread lower down to her chest and couldn't help but think of the last time he saw her that red. The first time he heard her say his name in a way that sent white hot need throughout his body like a bolt of lustful lightning. Realizing she wasn't going to say anything, he let out a little laugh, "Daddy, huh? I haven't thought of myself as that type, but I wouldn't be opposed to it. Though I wouldn't call you 'baby', it would have to be something a bit more inconspicuous. Something I could say in front of the team that they wouldn't automatically discern..but you would. Something like...'kitten'." Crissy looked up at him as she stretched back out in her seat and brought one foot to the edge of her chair and rested the other beside him on the desk, knocking his things off while keeping her thighs pressed tight so he couldn't see anything. Harry gave a dangerous smirk.
"Are you going to pick that up?" He mused, raising an eyebrow. “Make me.” she taunted as she slowly began to open her thighs, showing a hint of blue. He let out a growl and knocked her leg off of the desk as he stood up, “Harry!” she called out as she fell forward in her chair until she was face to face with the large lump in his pants. “Uh-uh, that’s ‘Daddy’ to you, Kitten.” he warned. Using his thighs to brace herself, Crissy slowly stood up, brushing against him as she did. Harry wove his hand through her hair and gripped it. “I said; Pick. It. Up. Now.” he bit and felt her squirm against him. Harry released his fingers from her hair and she pushed herself past him, making sure to keep her legs locked as she bent over to pick up his papers.
"Yes daddy.” she purred, giving him a full view of her now soaked panties. Without any warning, Harry flipped her skirt up so it rested on her back and began rubbing the wet spot with his fingers. “Good girl, Crissy.” he whispered and she bucked so hard at his touch that she almost lost her balance. He let out a cynical chuckle and pulled her upright. She launched an attack of passionate kisses on his neck and face, eliciting small groans from Harry while he began to snake his hand under her shirt. All of a sudden there was a familiar ding of the elevator and they were forced to break apart hastily.
"Meet me in your room in 10...oh and Harry...don't be late..." Crissy grinned as she turned and sauntered out of the cortex before the rest of team flash breezed in, still chattering about their latest adventure. Harry sat down in a huff and started fidgeting with something at his desk to hide his very pronounced affection for her. "Where's Crissy?" asked Cisco between slurps of his milkshake, holding up another one for her. "Around." He growled angrily before chucking his pen across the room and stomping out. "Uh-oh Cris, what did you do.." sighed Cisco, shaking his hand from where Harry snatched her milkshake from him before bursting out of the room. He didn't even make it around the bend before he ripped the lid off and popped the cherry in his mouth, leaving only the red stem visible between his lips.
When he flung open his makeshift bedroom door, he found her standing by his bookshelf reading one of his journals. He noticed her bra on the ground and wondered what else she had taken off. "Ah-hem" he coughed as he waved the milkshake. "Mmm" Crissy purred as she reached for it. Once she was close enough, he used his free hand to yank her tank top down, exposing her breasts. "Harry!" She yelped at the rush of cool air against her warm skin. "Try again." He demanded as he flicked each nipple in retaliation. "Daddy?" She tried cautiously. In response he used two fingers to scoop the whipped cream from her dessert and smear it on each nipple, letting it run down her breasts and rib cage before getting on his knees and licking his way up her body. "Oh.." she moaned as her fingers found their way into his messy hair. "Yes Daddy!" She said with an airy voice.
His rough hands gripped her outer thighs and he brought her nipple in his mouth, biting it gently before swirling his wet tongue around it, letting it harden between his teeth. "Oh fuck." She breathed and rocked her hips against him. Harry swatted her ass and was surprised to feel how thin the fabric was. Testing his theory, he began working a hand up her thigh until he was inches away from her cunt, feeling the heat and now dripping sensation on his fingers.
His assumption was correct and she was indeed not wearing her panties anymore. In response he drove two fingers into her wetness. "Oh..god, you're so soft." He groaned against her skin, temporarily forgetting what his mouth was doing. Crissy's legs began to falter and she gripped tight against his shoulders, clutching his shirt fiercely as he began to work his fingers inside of her. Harry himself was getting antsy now too for some relief and begrudgingly withdrew himself from her once he heard her breathing start to quicken. She looked down at him with a pout and tugged at his arms, signaling for him to stand up.
"Fuck me Harry.." she whined in his ear. Instead he put his hands on either shoulder and pushed down, making her kneel before him. "You're going to have to earn that, Kitten." He mused. She cut her eyes at him and began undoing the button on his pants. Instead of using her hand, she opened her mouth and bit the tab of the zipper, pulling it down with her teeth. He could feel her hot breath through the thin fabric and his cock strained against it. After she released the zipper, his pants fell around his ankles. A very large wet spot caught her attention so she brushed a finger against it and when she lifted it up, his precum followed. Making sure he was watching, she innocently brought her finger in her mouth, sucking off his wetness. Harry groaned at the sight and pulled his underwear down, releasing his large member.
Crissy bent forward and gave a small lick, testing the waters. He jerked back a little, redness spreading throughout his body. Without further hesitation she took his head into her mouth and began sucking. A strangled cry broke his lips and he gripped the back of her hair, pushing her further down his cock. Her hand flew up and grabbed the base, moving up and down in a rhythmic flow and also stopping her from choking on it. He began thrusting in her mouth, grunting when he pushed too hard and grazed her teeth. It was becoming difficult to swallow his precum and her accumulating spit without closing her now sore mouth. Feeling her start to struggle, he released his grasp and eased himself out of her lips.
He quickly pulled her up to meet his mouth for one last kiss before shoving her against the small cot he used as a bed. He used his foot to kick apart her legs, giving himself access to what he needed most. "Your pussy is drooling for me. I want you to remember this feeling..and anytime you bend over, I want you to think of this." He growled as he plunged his cock in her soaking entrance. His hand muffled the moan that escaped her mouth as she felt him stretch her to her limits. He felt so good it almost hurt. With quick short thrusts, Harry could feel himself growing closer to his breaking point. “On or in, Kitten?” he groaned in her ear, teeth dragging against her skin.
Crissy was too lost in pleasure to comprehend his question, each push edging her closer and closer. “On, Daddy?” she moaned breathily, not quite sure what it meant but knowing she had to say something to keep the momentum going. Harry let out a strangled cry as his cock twitched inside of her. His guttural sound sent her over the edge and she was reduced to a moaning squirming mess beneath him. He felt the warmth and wetness surrounding his cock tense and pulse, the way she cried his name as they rode out the waves of her climax. As soon as he was sure she was finished, he pulled his throbbing cock out and finally let himself go, shooting ribbons of white ropey cum all over her back.
They both stayed that way for a few moments, catching their breath and regaining strength in their legs. His eyes following the trial of liquid drip from her ass onto her thighs. He gingerly pulled his black t shirt over his head, wadded it up, and began wiping her up. “This was just like that erotic friend fiction I wrote!” Crissy joked, standing up on shaky legs. “I am going to need a few minutes before I can go back out there.” she winced, taking uneven steps. Harry let out a chuckle. “When I fuck, I fuck.” he said while handing her back the milkshake. “We can just stay in here and..” his voice trailed off, not sure what he was trying to offer. “I would love to hang out with you Harry.” She smiled up at him, patting the spot beside her.
