Breathing heavily, you drop the ash brown cardboard back with a *thump* at your feet, raising an arm to wipe your brow. "Jesus, this'll take all day." You breathe, looking over at your best friend, Caitlin Snow. "Well, I did offer to invite Barry over to help us out.." She trailed matter o' factly, drawing a lightning bolt in the air with her index finger. Glaring at her, you feel blood quickly rush to your face, "Cait! I don't need his help. Besides, I want to experience this." You scold her, picking up the heavy box most likely filled with your favorite Disney movies. Huffing, you knudge the polished door handle open, stepping into the crisp, white two-story house. "Dang. How did you afford this?" Caitlin gasped in awe. Shrugging, you smirk. "Well, being close childhood friends with the Queens has it's benifits." You hear Caitlin let out a heartfelt chuckle, making you grin, grateful for your best friend. Plopping down on the couch, Caitlin crossed her arms making her purple tank top crinkle lightly around her thin waist. "What?" You defend, setting the box down and sitting next to her. She slides her lip between her snowy white teeth, looking at you dead in the eyes. "You need to tell him. You know, Barry?" She poked you. Sighing, you look down and start absentmindedly playing with the ring on your pointer finger. "I can't. I don't have the guts I guess." You frown, avoiding her hard gaze. "Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you he likes you back! The feelings are mutual so what the hell are you waiting for?" She demanded desperately. You looked up at her and locked eyes, "How can you be so sure?" You asked hesitantly. She rolled her green orbs, standing up to face you. "You are so oblivious. Everyone can see it." She laughs. You smile, taking her hand as she helps you up. Making her way to the door, you corrugate your forehead, "Cait, where are you going?" You ask, walking next to her. "I-" She grabs her purse, spinning around to face you, "am leaving. If you need help with these boxes, and I'm sure you do, you can call Barry." She smirks, opening the door, wrapping her slender fingers around her vest in desperate search for warmth in the frosty air of the evening. You gasped, mouth opening and closing searching to words. "Bye Y/N! Don't be shy!" She calls, making a phone symbol with her index and pinky finger. You blush, waving good bye in defeat. Turning around, you walk in and sigh.
After about 20 minutes of mentally arguing with yourself, you decide to get up and call Barry. Dragging your feet to the kitchen, you curl your fingers around the phone handle, tightly yet hesitant. "You can do this. Just- just a-ask for help." You whisper with a stutter reassuringly. Typing in his number, you push the phone to your ear, shuddering lightly at the cold touch.
The ringing echoes from the phone into your ear, and you tap your nails against the smooth, white marble counter. You heard at the other end and you held your breathe, slightly hoping that it means he didn't answer. "Hello?" A rasped voice asked. A light pink tints your cheeks, "Hey, Barr! It's Y/N." You greet, biting your lower lip. "Y/N/N! What's up? Did you move in yet?" He exclaims, and you can basically hear the grin on his face. "Actually, that's what I called you about. I was wondering if you could, maybe, you know help me?" You question, squinting your eyes. "Sure! I'll be there in a sec." He laughs, hanging up. Sighing, you throw your head back and run your fingers through your H/C locks. You decide to make some popcorn, setting up the DVD player, popping in The Little Mermaid. Humming satisfied, you sit on the couch.
The doorbell rings, and a loud echo sends through the house. You cringe, paddling across the floor and making a mental note to have that fixed later. Opening the door, you grin, being greeting with a smiling Barry Allen. 'Adorable.' You think to yourself. "Barry!" You squeal, throwing yourself into his arms. His strong arms wrap around your waist, picking you up and carrying you inside. With your neck buried in his neck, you hear the door close, and he drops onto the couch with you in his arms. Looking up at him, you grin playfully, "Shall we get started?" You offer, and his eyes gleam, nodding.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "And...." You bite your tongue, placing a photo onto a dark oak shelve. "Done!" You breathe, jumping up and down. You see Barry smile, a bead of sweat running down his forehead causing his ash brown hair to stick lightly. You sashay over and comb your fingers through his hair, "I'm exhausted. Why don't we watch a movie?" With that, you intertwine his pinky with your own, leading him to your couch. After the movie started, you snuggle up against Barry, curled into a ball. His arm wraps around your neck, leaning you into his chest. You place you hand on his chest next to your head, feeling his heartbeat. You swear you feel his heart rate increase, but you shrug it off, focusing on the T.V. "This couch is crazy comfortable." Barry comment, shifting in place. "Yeah? That's good. I got my bed at the same store." You giggle. He does as well, and you feel his chest vintage against your cheek. "Wanna go try it out?" He joked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You blush furiously, coughing, "What's the supposed to mean, Allen?" You return, keeping the conversation from getting awkward. He leans down, lips just gracing your earlobe. "It means I wanna make love to you." He says, voice lacing with seduction. Your eyes widen, and you quickly sit up and whip your head to stare at him in awe. "Wait, wait. Let me get this straight. You like me?" You squeak, voice cracking. He nods, licking his lips. "I've liked you from the moment I first saw you, Y/N. As clichè as it is, it was impossible to not fall for you." He smiled sheepishly, gripping your hands. "I'm sorry if I ruined everything. I can leave, I understand if you don't want to be friends or-" He rambled, looking like a kicked puppy. You silence him with a hungry kiss. He responds with the same force, and you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging at the small hairs at his nape. He moans against you mouth, and you pull away for air. You apply more pressure to his crotch, grinding slightly. He groaned, making you giggle. You begin to feel his erection stick up proudly against his tightening skinny jeans, and this time you lean to whisper into his ear, "Wanna take this to the bedroom?" You suggest, voice dripping with seduction. He nods eagerly, tightening his grip around your waist, and moments later your back hits the bed, sheets flying up from force. Barry towers above you, lust filling and darkening his green eyes. He begins to undress you, first your tanktop, then your sweatpants, looking up to admire you image. He leaves you in your lacy bra and underwear, and he grunts, cock hardening. You grin, leaning up and pushing him back. "Your turn." You undo his black belt, pulling it and his jeans down. You palm him through his thin white boxers. Dipping your hand into his boxers, you wrap your fingers around his base, feeling his weight, stroking up and down slowly and teasingly. He lets out a deep, throaty moan, throwing his head back, Adam's Apple bobbing while thrusting up into your hands. You take this opportunity to lean up and connect your lips to where his jaw meets his ear, sucking and biting it harshly. You release with a satisfying pop! to reveal a dark purple love mark. Humming in delight, you lean down to carefully pull off his boxers, now wet from precum. He hissed at his sensitive tip, and you slowly wrapped your lips around it, looking up at him. His eyelids where screwed shut with pleasure, his face flushed. Bobbing your head, you take him deeper, deepthroating his. He thrusts into your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You moan, picking up pace, playing with his balls. Taking your mouth off his cock, you place a hand on his thin hips, holding him steady. You take his left ball him your mouth, sucking on in while squeezing the other one with your free hand. A growl escaped his throat, causing you to let out a muffled moan. Within seconds, your back on the bed, this time stark naked. Barry takes your right nipple in his mouth, sucking on it while cupping and groping your left breast, similar to what you did with him seconds ago. You gasp, arching your back against him. He chuckles into your skin, and you squeeze your thighs together to try and relieve some built up pressure. Barry stops abruptly, eyes raking up and down your body hungrly, causing you to blush. "Your turn." He smiles, sweet and lovingly. Before you can ask what he meant, you feel a vibrating finger press firmly agaisnt your bundle of nerves. Bucking you hips against his hands, you squeak. "God, fuck Barr!" You moan. "You like that baby girl? You want daddy to make you come, princess?" He licks his lips. You moan in response. He leans down and attached his mouth to your pussy, sucking on your sensitive nub. By now your basically screaming, already coming close to your climax. "Fuck, Barry! Please, please, please! I'm so close!" You beg, a whimper falling from your lips. He detaches, crawling up while trailing his fingertips against your skin, leaving goosebumps. He adjusts himself, lining his throbbing cock against your entrance. "Are you sure?" He asks, looking into your eyes for some type of signal to stop. You nod, leaning up to peck his lips. "Of course." He nods, slowly pushing himself into tormentlety slow. You groan, and he buries his nose into your neck, peppering light kisses here and there. He picks up his pace, and you can hear your skin slapping against skin, your chorused moans filling the room and bouncing off the walls. He reaches inbetween, once again pressing a vibrating finger against your bundle of nerves. "Yes, Barry! Oh my god, fuck!" You praise, pushing yourself against him causing him to go even deeper. You yell at the new angle, and Barry starts pounding roughly into your g-spot. "God, you feel so good around me, Y/N. So tight and warm for Daddy?" His words make you moan, and you nod. "Fuck. Please, Barr. Please make me cum daddy." You beg, and he begins thrusting into at flash speed. You scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. You rake your nails down his back, drawing blood. He hisses at the stinging feeling, but moans loudly. "I'm close baby girl. Come with me." He groans, thrusting into you. You can't take it anymore, and you cum with him, pulsing around his length. His cock twitches as he released his load into you, pulling out after you both ride out your high. He collapses next to you, catching his breath. "Wow." He pants, and you nod, bare chest heaving. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Y/N, will you do the honors of being my girlfriend?" He asks hopefully, and you grin, locking your lips with his. Pulling away, you look into his eyes, "Of course I will." He wraps his arms around you, and you listen to his racing heart, you both drifting off to sleep happily.
