Dominance
Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) x Fem!Reader
Warnings- Pure Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, P in V, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink, Reader's kinda a pillow princess ngl
Prompt- “Come sit on my lap.”
Prompt- “We can’t do that here!”
“How is it that he’ll be under me and still somehow topping?” You jokingly asked Caitlin.
Her eyes crinkle when she laughs. “Y’know, I really just don’t know.” She says red across her face.
“Too much information?” You ask with a chuckle.
“Just a little.” She answers and holds her fingers together.
“In my defense,” You say, grinning like a Cheshire. “You asked what was on my mind, continuously”
She turns and shouts with a smile. “You looked confused!” She laughs.
“I am!” You yell in return ending your sentence in giggles.
In your small bubble of laughter and smiles you missed the whirring noise of your partner's wheelchair.
“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.
Snickering, you say “You love it.”
“It seems the two of you are enjoying yourselves.” Harrison’s voice cuts through.
“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.
“We are not!” Caitlin responds glaring at you. “How am I supposed to look at him?” She whisper-yells at you.
“Suffer…” You tease.
“What exactly is Dr.Snow supposed to suffer?” Harrison asks smoothly.
It was your turn to blush as you tell him, “Nothing, nothing at all. At least not that you’d be interested in..”
You lean off the counter and scurry off, leaving a kiss on your fiance's cheek.
“Should I be concerned about that?” You hear him ask Caitlin as you leave the room.
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Hours later you're working in Harrison's office. The majority of the paperwork finally filed away into their proper drawers.You take a second to look around at the left over work. Not too much left, but you’d already been at it longer than you intended. You look at the few papers in your hand and decide to just finish them before taking a break.
Once again, you miss the entrance of your fiance. He pauses when he fully enters the office. He watches you with a pen in your mouth and legs crossed onto your chair and a few hums coming out of your lips. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you.
“Darling,” Harrison calls out to you, and you listen and look up at him. He lifts his hands and ushers you over with two fingers. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasps out to you.
You think nothing of the request and walk over to him, not taking the pen out of your mouth or the paper from your hands.
He laughs when you get to him. Grabbing your wrist he pulls you down and tosses your papers on the desk next to him. When you look at him he takes the pen from between your lips. He moved you to sit with your legs on the sides of his.
A giggle left your lips. “Now, Dr.Wells this isn’t a very appropriate position, especially for a boss and his assistant.” You smirked down at him.
“Maybe not,” He says, smirking as well. “But it is very appropriate for a man and his future wife.”
“I don’t know,” You teased. “I’m not convinced.” You smile and lean in to kiss him.
Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.
“I have to finish these papers soon..” You tell him as you move to pull away.
Harrison grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You call his name but he doesn’t look up as he moves his hands up, moving your dress more out of the way for his hands to make contact with your skin. The cold contrast between his hands and your legs causes goosebumps to grow.
“We can’t do that here!” You whisper and shout in a last hitched protest.
“Mm…” He hums into your neck. “I’m the boss,” Harrison grins against your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He gravels out.
His hands move softly against your inner thighs. Lightly trailing up till they reach your core.
“So defiant, yet here you are dripping on my hand.” His smile is predatory as he speaks. A pleasant rumble in his chest.
Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”
His fingers move through your folds. The once cold digits now feel burning hot against your most sensitive parts. His teeth graze your neck. You grind lightly against him and he grounds you with his free hand.
God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.
You gasp and pant in his hold. An obsessive look is in his eyes as he pushes your hips into his hand repeatedly.
“Such a good girl…” He groans into your mouth as he pulls you in.
Your pleads are muffled by his mouth as he swallows all your breath. Lewd noises come from your laps and you're so close. His thumb meets your clit and if the little white dots you saw were real you’d think you were in heaven.
“Beg me.” He demands. “Be good and beg me to let you cum.”
And you do. “Please, daddy… Please, please, please!”
Even when trying to keep your voice down you couldn’t keep yourself from shouting. He urges you with his fingers moving impossibly quicker.
Your orgasm crashes down with the sound of your moaning screams being muffled by his neck as you bury your head there.
Despite how exhausted you are you continue to grind against his hand even though he no longer moved his fingers. You leave bites and marks on his neck now as you desperately try to taste every inch on the exposed skin.
He laughs lightly at you. “So pitiful…” Harrison insults.
He pushes your hips back and you move away. Breathily you hover back for a second as he takes himself out of his slacks.
“Come here, princess.” He holds himself in one hand and guides you back forward with his other.
Your nose to nose as he sinks you down onto him. Your breath dies in your throat. You try stopping halfway through bottoming out. Trying to give yourself time to adjust, but he grabs your hips more aggressively.
“Don’t think about slowing down yet little puppet.” He practically growls.
He pushes you further until you're seated completely on his cock. You can feel everything deep within you and you can't help but squeeze against him.
Every groove and curve pulls a different part of pleasure from you. Your face is buried in his chest and you know he’s only granting you a moment of reprieve. The man has more stamina than a bull, you have no idea how.
He tsks at you and pulls your hair causing your head to go back with it. He holds you there as guides you to move.
“You can do better than this, princess…” He says lowly and all you can think is how he sounds dangerous and so goddamn hot.
Harrison pulls your hair roughly and growls before letting go and grabbing your waist with both hands. The man practically uses you as a toy bouncing you on his dick.
Arousal flows from your cunt and drips down your legs and stains his pants. The pleasure is so intense you feel useless, but you still try to meet his mechanics with thrusts of your own. One of his hands grips your ass and holds it so tightly you know you’ll bruise.
“Cum for me, puppet.” Harrison tells you roughly.
His hand moves down one keeping your thrusting on him and the other teases your clit. Your body shakes with pleasure and exhaustion as you come undone on him.
You squeeze him tightly keeping his cock trapped inside you as you cum. You feel the hot liquid burn you as he comes undone as well. Your moans stay in tune with his own quieter noises. You can feel him in you still. His dick barely even softened from the actions.
Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.
You feel like you can’t see straight. Your lungs burn. His lips are still on your body scorching you with his touch.
He grins like a predator. “You don’t think we’re done yet do you, princess?”
