Fill Me Up, Daddy

by orphan_account

Summary:

Nora came to the past from the future to meet the father she never knew. The last thing she expected was to develop a sexual attraction towards him...and for it to be returned.

Notes:

I'm late to this fic idea, I know, but here's how I would write it.

Chapter 1

The room emptied out, and then it was just the two of them.

Nora and Barry.

Everyone hadn’t emptied out just for them. Caitlin, Cisco, Iris, Wells…they’d simply had places to go, work to do, missions to accomplish.

And on a pretty consistent basis for the past six months, Nora and Barry had been spending long days together. They lived under the same roof – with Iris of course – but they were both speedsters, and Nora had spent her whole life not knowing her father. She’d come to the past from the future specifically to meet him, to spend time with him, to get some of those cherished memories she’d never had before she inevitably went back to a future without him in it.

She just hadn’t expected…this.

She hadn’t expected this attraction that had seemingly bubbled up out of nowhere the more time they spent together. What’s more, she never could have dreamed that the attraction she was feeling would have been reciprocated on any level. Especially when her mother was alive and very in love with her father, living with him, shooting heart eyes his way, fucking him the way he liked to be fucked.

Probably.

But Nora had noticed a change in her father in the last few weeks. He wasn’t obvious about it, but the fact of the matter was Iris had gotten busy at work, and her wifely inclinations had fallen to the wayside. Barry didn’t take it out on her. He didn’t bring it up. He supported her in her work and encouraged her to do what needed to be done for her career, like any sweet, supportive husband would do.

But as a result of her mother’s absence, Nora found herself alone with her father even more often, and lately he’d been shooting those heart eyes at her. Brushing her fingers accidentally when they walked past each other. Tucking her hair behind her ear when it fell into her face.

And yesterday, last night really, they’d both gotten up in the middle of the night and wound up in the kitchen. And there…they’d almost kissed.

If it hadn’t been for Nora accidentally dropping her glass of water when Barry started to lean in, and thus shattering the glass and the moment, who knew what would have happened?

Barry had used his super speed to clean up the mess and then hastily zipped back up to his bed with Iris and presumably gone to sleep. It had taken Nora a while to slow her heartbeat down, to breathe, to get a hold of herself and try to forget that her dad had almost kissed her. On the mouth.

The worst part was she’d wanted him to. And more.

They’d been avoiding each other all morning, but now there was no use. It was only them in the empty room, and the tension and heat between them only amplified when they finally lifted their heads to look at each other.

“Well, I should-”

“Dad, about last ni-”

They both stopped speaking. Nora watched as her dad’s adam’s apple bobbed, and she licked her lips, thirsting for it, for his skin on her tongue, for him.

“Nora,” he rasped, and she lifted her gaze to his again. Then, she zooped across the room till she was right in front of him, inches away, searching his eyes for some sort of sign, something to tell her what to do or not do, anything that showed her what he really wanted.

She licked her lips, and he shakily slipped his hand into her luscious, long, silky hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into the caress, darting her tongue out unknowingly and flicking her tongue against his thumb that rested at the corner of her lips.

He froze, and she opened her eyes.

Then, reaching up, she curled her arm around his neck and started to pull him closer. She was a sneaker-wearer, just like him, and she was short like her mother. He was so tall, so out of reach, and she didn’t want him to be, not anymore.

“Nora,” he warned, and yet he let her draw her in. His cock hardened beneath his pants. He’d been anticipating this for weeks, months even maybe. He wanted her desperately. He wanted to fuck his daughter.

“What?” she breathed, her eyes flickering back and forth between his lips and his darkening green eyes. Eyes she could get lost in without even trying.

“We shouldn’t…” His mouth ran dry, and then his forehead collided with hers, their breaths mingling together. He cupped both hands around her face. “But if we’re going to do this…”

Her eyes widened, stunned but more eager than she’d ever been. She was trembling with want and need. She could feel it down to her bones, tingling to the tips of her fingers and toes, like she was at the top of a roller coaster about to plunge to the bottom, threatening to kill her and make her feel more alive than she’d ever felt in her life.

“I…” he tried to continue, but it fell flat. His voice disintegrated into nothing.

So Nora lifted his head slightly to look him in the eyes. Then she went up on her tiptoes, and their lips collided.

And time stood still.

For three very long seconds, their lips were sealed, not moving, and in the back of their minds, they hoped that all this attraction they’d been feeling would be a fluke. That one kiss, and it would go away, and they would take this singular kiss to their graves, and it would never happen again.

But that’s not what happened.

Nora slid her lips across her father’s, prodding his lips apart, and when she was successful, she ducked her tongue inside and was lost.

He kissed her hard, and passionate. He kissed her with wild abandon, gripping her hair and pulling her flush up against him. And in response, she grew more desperate than ever, pulling at his shirt and tugging at his jeans. He’d gone without a belt this morning, and she’d gone without underwear, two things that proved to be highly in their favor in this exact moment.

Barry unbuttoned Nora’s pants and shoved them down to her knees, squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands and then slapping them. Nora yelped into their kiss and grew wetter when she felt him smile, when she sensed that trademark Flash smirk of his that must’ve made her mom weak in the knees for him once upon a time make her weak now too.

She fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, more so when he insisted on continuing to kiss her, make her moan and pull her t-shirt up and over her head, letting it land on the floor seconds before his pants and boxers were around his ankles.

And then he grabbed her, zipped her up into the middle of the speed lab tunnel and pinned her to the floor.

Breathing heavily, both of them, Barry parted her legs, fitting his rock-hard long cock to her entrance and pushed inside her.

“Oh, fuuuck,” she whined, stars exploding behind her eyelids as her breasts heaved.

“Shhh,” he hissed, pinning her hands above her head and intertwining their fingers, pulling her nipples erect with his teeth. “No one can hear.” He kissed one breast and then the other. “No one can ever know.”

Nora pursed her lips, eyes wide open and she nodded rapidly.

So, Barry began again, drawing himself in and out of her, gripping her hip with one hand to keep her in place as he continued to move faster and faster until he had sent them both into an out-of-body experience, their bodies blurring, the sensations out-of-this-world and the next.

And it was only by a last second zap of fear that Barry Allen managed to spurt his cum onto the floor instead of inside his daughter’s body.

But he replaced his throbbing cock with two fingers, so he could feel the wild waves her orgasm shot through her. And he knew, as he laid his head on her chest in the aftermath, that this would not be the last time they laid together like this.

He wanted to drink her juices. He wanted to feel her mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to be her lover.

Chapter 2

Notes:

Many thanks to DraconianKing3 for reviewing chapter 1. You're the reason I updated.

Minutes passed. Nora breathed but not easily. Something was heavy on her chest. Her father’s head was heavy on her chest.

Her father…

Oh, my God.

Her father!!!

Her breaths quickened as panic set in. Had she really done it? Had she fucked her father?

No, no, no, no.

Her poor mother.

And the timeline! What about that?

Had she royally fucked everything up just because…just because…

Oh, but it had been incredible.

But that was beside the point!

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

“Nora?”

His thumb rested below one breast.

“Are you okay?” He lifted his head and looked down at her, concerned, like a father would do. “You’re breathing really fast.”

“Hmm?” She looked at him but not long. “Oh, yeah, I’m totally schway, Dad. Why do you-”

But no, she didn’t want to get more feedback from him, didn’t want to have a conversation about what had just happened between them. She needed space to process it all and maybe go back in time and prevent her past self from ever considering the heinous act in the first place.

Barry raised his eyebrows.

“Nora?”

She’d gone radio silent for far too long, so she fixed it as best as she could by clearing her throat and untangling herself from Barry Allen’s long arms and legs.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. We should get to work.”

“Nora.”

And she heard it in his voice. He wanted to talk.

“See you there! Bye!”

And off she sped, back to where they’d abandoned their clothes, and once she’d speedily dressed, off she was again, headed for the precinct, and by any means necessary she would avoid her father completely until she had time to think.

…

Barry took a little longer getting to work, but he got there, and his first mission was to find Nora. She wasn’t in the pen, the lobby, or the lab, which meant she’d likely volunteered herself to go to a crime scene in his place.

Running his hand through his hair, he decided to return to the lab and give himself some time to process what had transpired between them and why Nora West-Allen couldn’t look him in the eye anymore.

So, he sat down and let the memories wash over him, indulged them, relived them, got horny again just thinking about it, had to shift a few times in his seat to focus on the meaning of it all and not just the feelings.

He’d fucked his daughter.

It had been consensual, that was for goddamn sure. But he’d still fucked her. He’d committed incest. If he hadn’t cum on the floor, he might’ve cum in her. She might’ve gotten pregnant. Then it really would be incest. No one could deny it. And meanwhile, Iris…

Shit, Iris.

Guilt weighed him down.

He still loved her. And she’d done nothing to deserve this. Nothing. How was he supposed to look her in the eye, knowing that he still craved their daughter’s body more than her own? And how would Nora even be conceived at this point when every bone in his body wanted to be drawing pleasure from Nora and not his wife?

Not his wife?!

She would never forgive him. Nora would never be conceived. He could never fuck the adult version of her ever again. He shouldn’t want to…obviously. But he did. There was only one way he could have everything he wanted, and that was…to keep it a secret.

So, when Nora walked back into the lab 20 minutes later, meeting his eyes only once before walking past him to her own little desk, he knew he needed to get her on the same page. There was no way she wasn’t wanting a repeat of that morning as much as she was. Right?

“Nora, if we cou-”

“Allen.” Singh walked into the room at that very moment. “A word, please?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said instantly and followed him downstairs to be lectured at for the next 30 minutes about being late, which he almost never was – lectured, that is. But he took it, and…as he probably should’ve expected, Nora was gone once more when he returned.

She was gone for over an hour.

And just as she was about to walk in again, his phone buzzed. It was Iris.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she cooed on the other end. “How’s your day?”

“Uh…busy,” he said, sounding distracted, which she obviously picked up on.

“Oh. Is now not a good time?”

And that sent off warning bells in his mind. Because Iris had always been his number one priority. That had never been a problem till now. And if he wanted this thing with Nora to work out, that couldn’t change, at least not on the surface.

“I’m all yours,” he said smoothly. “What’s up?”

“Well, I was just thinking about how busy I’ve been lately.”

“Oh, Iris, don’t even worry about it.”

“No, I have. And I want to make it up to you, and Nora. What do you say we get dressed to the nines tonight and go to that really fancy place across the street from CCC Media?”

His mind raced. The three of them in the same vicinity for maybe an hour? That was a recipe for disaster, surely, but if he could get Iris distracted by something that wasn’t the two of them, he could get Nora alone, and they could finally talk.

“Barry? You still there?”

“What? Oh, yeah, I’m here.” He cracked a grin. “Just thinking.”

And then Nora walked in, and they locked eyes.

“A fancy dinner tonight just the three of us sounds great.”

Nora shook her head rapidly, horror imbedded in her beautiful eyes.

“I love you, too,” he finished up the call. “Bye.”

Nora’s shoulders slumped as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“What are you thinking?!” she yell-whispered, pulling the sliding door shut behind her and fuming as she strutted towards him.

God, that was hot.

“I’m thinking how I can corner so we can talk about what happened!” he yell-whispered back, trying to keep himself in check and not lower his gaze to her heaving breasts.

“Oh, my god.” She clued in immediately. “You want to do it again!”

He didn’t bother denying it.

“Don’t you?”

“What?! No! Never!”

He raised his eyebrows, unconvinced, and her lips thinned.

“What we did was a vile, heinous act that would break my mother’s heart if she knew. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Me? You came on to me.”

“You tried to kiss me last night!”

“Like you haven’t been dreaming I would for months now.”

Her mouth fell open, rendered speechless.

He approached her, and she scooted back so he couldn’t touch her.

“I’m not going to tell Iris. I care about her too.”

“Care?” She raised her eyebrows and folded her arms beneath her breasts without thinking. “You’re supposed to be madly in love with her. She’s your wife.”

“I know.”

“You’re Barry and Iris. The gold standard? The couple everyone wishes they could be because you’re so perfect?”

“Well, obviously we’re not.”

She huffed, thumbing her fingers on her forehead.

“You can still save your marriage. All that has to happen is for it to end here and now – us, I mean. Go back to being father and daughter, and that’s it. Fall back in love with your wife if you’re not anymore, for god sakes. Isn’t that important to you?”

He ran his fingers down her bare arm and lifted her hand to his lips, but she pulled her hand away before he could kiss it.

“Not as important to me as you are.”

Her face fell into her hands.

“Oh, god. I should’ve never come back into the past. I’ve ruined everything.”

“Nora, you’ve given me something.”

“If I’d just kept my feelings to myself, none of this would’ve…” She sighed.

He tried to reach for her again, but she backed away and returned to her desk.

“Dote on mom tonight, and I better not see or hear of you doing anything different.”

“Of course, Nora. I wouldn’t want anything to change…on the surface.”

“Or beneath the surface,” she barked, and then attended to the many files on her desk so she wouldn’t have to see the hooded look of lust in her father’s eyes directed at only her. Again.

…

Barry had to work very hard the rest of that day and when they were leaving the loft to not give heart eyes or a lustful gaze towards his daughter. She was dressed in a fluttery pink dress that was sheer in some parts, and he calculated could be easily removable in others. All things considered, he should’ve been more wowed by his wife’s dress that showed a decent amount of cleavage and hugged her curves deliciously.

Luckily, the two women walked towards him at the same time, so his jaw-dropping reaction could’ve been taken for either of them. Iris took it for herself, and blushed, while Nora shot his scathing flaming darts with her eyes, because she knew the truth.

“Should we go, ladies?” Barry asked, extending an elbow to both of them.

“We shall, Mr. Allen,” Iris returned, giggling infectiously.

In the back of Barry’s mind, he recalled a time where her laughter alone would’ve gotten him hard, would’ve made his heart swell with love. But all he could think now of how jealous it might make his daughter, knowing she wasn’t the one gaining his affections.

She might act unaffected, but she couldn’t just turn off her feelings like that. He’d make sure of it.

The three of them were seated at the restaurant relatively quickly, and Nora made an excuse to freshen up in the bathroom within minutes after their waiter had gone to get their drinks.

“Oh, of course, Nora, you never have to ask,” her mother reassured her, and Nora smiled in return.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, heading around the corner, since the bathrooms were near the entrance.

“You know what?” Barry began, turning to his wife after a few minutes. “I think I left my wallet at home. You mind if I…flash there and back?”

Iris batted her eyelashes, running her foot along his calf beneath the table.

“Only if you absolutely have to.”

“I’ll be quick.” He pecked her on the lips. “I promise.”

He winked, as he got up, and as soon as he turned the corner, a flash of red told Iris that he was gone and would hopefully be back soon.

Only he hadn’t gone very far at all.

He’d only ducked into the women’s bathroom.

Nora froze from where she stood in front of the mirror, applying lipstick.

“Is anyone else in here?” Barry asked, raising his voice slightly.

“Dad!” Nora seethed. “What are you doing here? Go out and sit with mom. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She turned back to face the mirror, and he approached her from behind, cupping her ass cheek and squeezing gently before she swatted him away following a gasp.

“Dad, stop! No one else is here. Now, come on, you promised.”

“I’m living up to my end of it.” He grinned. “I kissed your mother, flirted a little. She thinks I’m home grabbing the wallet I left behind. Well…” He slowly pulled the wallet out of his pocket and grinned even more.

“So, you lied to her face. Again.”

He frowned and put the wallet back in his pocket.

“Again? What, ‘again’? This is the first time.”

“And the last time. Go.”

“Come on, Nora…” He turned her in his arms and pressed her against the counter. She held the lipstick between her fingers threateningly. “What are you going to do with that? Draw on my face?” he asked, tucking a curl behind her ear. “It’d be awfully cute if you did.”

“S-s-stop it,” she attempted to resist, but he was massaging her scalp now, and it was intoxicating.

Easily, he took the lipstick from her hand and set it on the far side of the counter.

“Don’t you remember how it was between us?” he asked, whispering into her ear, tugging on her ear lobe.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Yesss, that’s the p-problem.” She swallowed hard.

“Just give in, honey,” he coaxed, pulling down the straps of her dress and wedging his knee between her legs. “Let me show you how easy it is.”

“Daaaddy.”

Her head fell back against the wall between two mirrors and her legs curled around his hips.

“We’ll get caught,” she protested, as he unzipped the back of her dress and unhooked her strapless bra so the fabric fell into her lap.

“No, we won’t.” He kissed her, and she kissed back, teasing his tongue with her own without thinking, without hardly breathing. “I’ll show you,” he purred.

And in a heartbeat, the red blur of his speed energy surrounded them. Time slowed. It came to a complete stop, and it was just them.

“What is this?” Nora asked, eyes wide.

“Flashtime,” he said. “We can stay here for however long you like. The only two people in the world moving is you and me. No one else.” He leaned in for another kiss, and she granted it to him. “No one else.”

Nora needed no more encouragement than that. With no worry of her mother walking in on them, she let herself feel again, feel everything she’d been denying herself for most of the day. Her pussy throbbing, wet and soaked, the urgency was overwhelming, and she gave into it, finally.

“Just keep touching me. Keep touching me or it stops.”

“Not a problem,” Nora whispered, and he chuckled.

Their eyes met, and a lusty flirtation existed, just between the two of them.

This time it was different. It wasn’t as rough and hasty. Nora took her time undressing her father. She held his cock in her hand and stroked it, squeezed it, teased her dripping folds against the tip and felt victory when he groaned.

Barry was less patient. He shoved the skirt of her dress up as soon as she would let him, and…to make things simpler this time, he bent down and pulled a condom out of his pants’ pocket, sheathing himself and taking pleasure in the way Nora’s eyes dilated when he did so.

“This way I can stay inside you,” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“Fill me up, Daddy,” she said lustfully, and he did.

One thrust became several. Arms gripping, grasping, flailing on skin and clothes and mirrors and other surfaces.

She felt so deliciously tight to him, so warm and wet and fitted just perfectly for him. And the more he fucked her, the harder he wanted to fuck. And when she squeezed her core around his hard length, it drove him absolutely insane. Made him want more and more of her, wanted her completely naked, not even the dress bunched around her waist, wanted her in a warm bed and in front of the fireplace and on the rooftop on a blanket in the middle of summer, and in the tropics where he honeymooned with her mother.

He wanted her everywhere. He wanted to be fucking her all the time. And he wanted to hear her begging for more like she was begging now, cursing in his ear, pushing his body further into hers with her heels. The scrape of them against his bare ass and legs was incredibly erotic.

He couldn’t stand it, but he never wanted it to stop.

Nora started gasping for air, and he knew she was close. She was so close, and so was he.

So, he fitted his hands to her breasts and covered her mouth with his own and vibrated again until his body became a full blur, and so did hers, and they came, crying out.

And no one knew but them.