Summary : you go to Barry’s house for Christmas eve and you don’t realize you’re standing under the mistletoe with him until someone points it out. After you two kiss you stay and things get heated very quickly.
Pairing : Barry Allen x reader
A/N : okay so this was my first time writing smut, please don’t hate me for writing it okay? okay, please enjoy. :)
It was Christmas Eve, and you had no where to go, that was until your crush Barry Allen invited you to dinner with him and the rest of his friends. You agreed, seeing as you had no where else to go and no other family or friends in Central City.
As you walked up to the front door of the address Barry gave you a few days before, you flattened out your hair and straightened your dress till it was the way you wanted in. You knocked on the door and after one knock Barry stood on the other side, a grin across his face.
“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled, taking a quick look at your dress. It was a short red dress, probably far to fancy for this occasion. “Here, here come in.” He said almost instantly once he realized that that you were still standing in the cold. You gladly walk in, letting the warmth of the house wrap around your body like another coat. Barry waited until you took your coat off and then he hung it up on the rack. He lead you down to the dining room, where everyone was standing around, drinking wine and chatting.
As soon as you walked into the area everyone’s conversations ceased to exist. Iris and Caitlin glanced at each other, smiling and then turning back to you. “Was this to much?” You ask, becoming self conscious of your outfit for the night. Caitlin shook her head as Iris walked over to you, looping her arm into yours.
“You look wonderful, Y/N.” She looks over at Barry, a grin playing along her face. “Doesn’t she, Barry?” His gaze snaps back from you to Iris. Gulping quietly he nods.
“Yeah, you look great, Y/N.” You couldn’t help the blush that spread up your cheeks. Joe walked in, a grin also on his face as he handed you a glass of red wine. You glance over at Iris, hoping that she had told her father that you couldn’t drink any kind of alcohol.
“Oh shit, right.” She mutters, looking at her father. “Dad, Y/N can’t have any wine.” She said plainly, He pulled back his hand, scrunching his eyebrows together and looking at you confused.
“I used to be an alcoholic, Mr. West, so I stopped drinking around two years ago.” Everyone’s eyes widened, including Barry’s.
“Oh, um…I can get you a soda? Or would you like some coffee?” He asks, handing the wine to someone else.
“Coffee sounds great, actually.” He nods, heading back to get you cup of coffee. The group retreats to the couches, talking some more and constantly glancing at you and Barry. You were acting like you couldn’t tell, but you could see Barry looking at you from the corner of your eyes. Joe comes back out with your coffee and announces that supper was ready.
After a very filling meal you insist on helping clean up, since you didn’t want Joe, Barry, or Wally to be alone in the kitchen while the rest were laughing and having fun in the living room. Joe agreed, saying that you and Barry could do the dishes.
“You know I can I just get this done in under a minute right? You really don’t need to help.” Barry chuckled. You shrugged, looking down as the water filled the tub of water.
“I know, but I’m a guest and -” Barry cut you off.
“Exactly, a guest so just let me do this and then we’ll go out to the group. Deal?” He smiles, raising his eyebrows.
Huffing you hand him the towel and lean against the counter. “Fine, but only this once, Allen.” You always called Barry by his last name, you were one of the very few people that could. Within seconds all the dishes were washed, dried, and then put back into the covers. Barry clapped his hands and looked down at you.
“Done.” You playfully roll your eyes and the two of you walk out to the living room. It was almost as if everyone had purposely filled up all the chairs and couches, making you and Barry stand next to each other.
Cisco coughed awkwardly, which caught your attention. He pointed up at the ceiling. You and Barry both looked up, your faces flushing red as you both realize you were standing under the mistletoe. You glance at Barry and he shrugs, a grin on his face.
“Just kiss already, we all know you two want to.” Wally said, groaning and slouching back against the couch cushion. You turned to Barry, his hands reaching out and cupping your face softly. He pulls your closer to him, connecting you lips in a slow, long kiss. You finally pull back after thirty seconds, your skin glowing a bright red from embarrassment. Barry couldn’t stop starring at you the rest of the night.
Once everyone had left you thought that it was also time for you start heading back home. As you were putting on your jacket, Barry stopped you.
“Stay? It’s far to cold for you to walk out there by yourself. I’ll let you borrow some sweats or you can ask Iris for some pajamas. Just please stay?” You sighed and nodded, deciding it was best not to argue with him since you were both very tired.You walked down to Iris’s room, explaining the situation to her. She had a grin on her face the whole time, and when you finished she handed you a pair of pajama shorts without a shirt.
“Just use one of Barry’s shirts.” She said winking. You mentally groaned and walked back to his room. You walked in just as Barry was pulling on a pair of sweats. You averted your eyes, scanning the floor.
“You get something to wear?” He asks. You nod looking up at him. “Well then go ahead and change, I won’t look.” He says, turning his body in the opposite direction. You quickly change, your arms crossing over you body.
“Can..can I um, borrow a shirt? Iris didn’t give me one.” You mumbled. Barry nodded, using his super speed to get you a shirt and hand it to, then turn back around. You pulled the material over your body, the hem stopping right above your knees. “You can turn now.” You say. Barry turns around, a smile slowly going from ear to ear.
“I like seeing you in my shirt.” He says, blushing lightly. He just stares at you for a minute and then rushes out of the room, leaving a breeze behind him. You didn’t even see him come back up, but when your brain finally processes everything you notice that Barry is barley a foot away from you and he’s holding the mistletoe above the two of you. “Is it alright, if I um…kiss you again?” He asks nervously. You giggle and grab the mistletoe, setting it to the side.
“You don’t have to use a plant to kiss me, Allen.” He grins and doesn’t waste another second before connecting his lips to yours. He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly let him in, opening your mouth a little and letting his tongue explore the new space. Barry grabbed the back of your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. He walks you two over to his bed, laying you down gently and then hovering over you.
“Is this okay? We can just go to bed if you want, I don’t want to force you into anything.” Barry rambled on nervously and you pecked his lips to shut him up.
“You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this, Barr. I’ve wanted to be with you for years, god I’ve waited so long.” You mumbled, pressing your forehead to Barry’s. He nods and inches his hands up your shirt, caressing your sides and stomach before pulling the shirt off your body. You shivered at his touch, the contrast between your cold body and his warm hand sent a chill down your spine.
Barry pulled your shirt off, throwing to the side and then raking his eyes up and down your body.You covered up your body, seeing as though you’ve never really liked letting anyone see your body. Barry gently removed your arms, kissing your knuckles and then leaving little butterfly kisses down your stomach.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N, don’t cover yourself up.” You nodded slowly. He stopped at the hem of your pajama shorts and then looked up at you, asking your for permission to take them off. You nodded and he slid them down your legs, putting them in the pile with the shirt. He looked you up and down for a minute, taking in the way you looked. “Beautiful, so, so beautiful.” He mumbled, leaning down and catching your lips in another kiss. You blushed, pressing your lips firmly to his in return. Your hands tugged at the sweats Barry was wearing. He got the message and pulled them down, leaving the two of you in your underwear.
Sitting up you unclip your bra and throw it to the side. Barry couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of him. The blush on your cheeks was very bright, and heating up every inch of your body. You two got rid of the remaining clothing. Barry knelt in between your legs, slightly moving his fingers up and down your soaking core.
“Jesus, baby, you’re soaking.” He mutters. His thumb circles your clit, making you buck your hips up. “I’m just gonna warm you up okay? Tell me if I hurt you.” You nod and cross your arms behind your head. Barry slowly inches one thick, long digit into you end slowly pumps in and out. A moan escapes your throat, causing Barry to grin up at you. “Gotta be quiet, don’t want Joe or Iris to hear us.” He says as he pushes in a second finger. You whimper slightly at the stretch, not having been with anyone for quite a while now.
After stretching you out just enough he grabs a condom, sliding it onto his thick shaft and then lining up with your entrance.
“Please tell me if I hurt you, I really don’t want to hurt you.” Barry says, placing his hands on either side of your head. You nod wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I’m ready, Barr.” You say, taking in a deep breathe. Barry slowly pushes in, watching your facial expressions. You squeak as you have never been so full before. Once you take in a few deep breathes you peck Barry’s lips, a signal for him to start moving.
He starts out at an slow, steady pace and then eventually speeds up. You moan out, trying your hardest to stay quiet but failing as this just felt to good. You pulled yourself closer to Barry’s body, biting softly on his shoulder to muffle out your noises. He groans in your ear, sitting back with his legs crossed and holding you closer to him. His lips travel along your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting; sure to leave marks the next morning.
“You’re so tight, god you feel amazing.” He moans against your neck, bucking his hips up slightly. You bite your lip, moving your hips in circular motions. You leave marks across his neck and collarbone, trying to place them in certain areas where they couldn’t be seen. You clench around Barry, earning a low groan from him.
“Barr, I want to ride you.” You say softly, pushing Barry onto his back and changing your position once more. You place your hands on his chest as leverage and move yourself up and down his length. You moan, throwing your head back. Barry moves one hand up to cover your mouth, since you couldn’t quite follow the rule of being quiet, his hand went up to your chest and cupped your breast, giving it a tight squeeze.
With a few more thrusts of Barry’s hips and your movements, you were clenching around him. “Barr, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper, furrowing your eyebrows and trying desperately to keep your eyes open. He nodded, locking your lips together and thrusting one last time, and with that you could feel yourself in a high, and you could feel the warmth of Barry’s seed filling the condom. The sounds he made as he came made your orgasm even stronger, making you rock your hips to ride out your high.
Barry pulled out after the two of you caught your breathes and threw away the condom, then laid with you on the bed. You had pulled on your panties and his shirt, and he put on his sweats once more.
“I love you Y/N, and I hope now that we’ve just done this, that you’ll be my girlfriend?” He asked, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. You smiled at him tiredly and nodded, making him smile back at you.
“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Barry.” He pecked your forehead and then your lips softly. “And I love you too, have for years. Barry chuckled, pulling you close and humming softly to get the two of you to fall asleep.
The next morning you woke up to Barry shaking you. You groaned and turned onto your other side, covering your head in one of his pillows. You could hear him chuckle which made you swat at him, hoping you were aiming for his face. “Leave me alone, I’m tired.” You groaned. Barry turned you around, making you open your eyelids.
“Merry Christmas beautiful, want some breakfast? I can smell the cinnamon rolls from up here.” He says, rubbing your stomach softly. You smile lazily, still trying to wake up. Barry smiled and got up, putting on a new pair of boxer briefs, sweats, and shirt before handing you the pajama shorts from the night before.
The two of you walk downstairs hand in hand. Joe and Iris sat on the couch, laughing and talking with steaming mugs of coffee in their hands. When they notice the two of you walk down they automatically burst out into a grin.
“Looks like you two had a fun night, last night.” Iris said winking. You tilt your head and she points to a certain spot on her neck. Your hand flies to your own. “You both have a few marks.” She states. You blush, inching closer to Barry because of embarrassment. Iris chuckles and Joe gets up to get you two coffee.
“Yeah and next time you two do the do, at least be quiet, do at Y/N’s place, or make sure we aren’t here, okay? You guys were loud last night.” The blush on your cheeks only heated up more and became brighter.
“Sorry.” You mumbled. Barry hugs you tightly, kissing the top of your head.
“Don’t be, I loved the noises you made.” He whispered, kissing the side of your head.
You were now very appreciative of the mistletoe.
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