.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Barry Berkman x Reader (Female) .𖥔 ݁ ˖
nsfw . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆18+ Explicit
Your head spun as you took another swig out of the glass you were drinking. Not only from the alcohol, but from the loud music and voices chanting as you sat, drunk as you can be, in one of the nicest restaurants in Los Angeles. Suddenly, it hit you. How were you supposed to get a ride home as intoxicated as you are now?
hey! first published here on tumblr. i feel bad for my man barry… not enough x reader fics for him! hopefully this one lives up to the name. I’ve come up with a lot of fic ideas and written them out, so expect more in the future.
p.s., planning to upload my anton x reader fic off of ao3 to here!
Fuck. Your head spun as you took another swig out of the glass you were drinking. Not only from the alcohol, but from the loud music and voices chanting as you sat, drunk as you can be, in one of the nicest restaurants in Los Angeles.
Ultimately, you paid the bill for the countless drinks you ordered and stumbled outside. You rolled each of your ankles, struggling to walk with your heels. Your vision felt hazy as you leaned back on the wall of a street shop. You took a deep breath and clumsily took out your phone from your purse to dial an uber.
Clearly out of it, you noticed a small silver car on the side of the street. A man was in it, brown hair, somewhat tall, muscular, (if you squint), was at the wheel. You stumbled over and knocked on the window, too drunk to call an uber.
“Hey, hey mister, roll down the window!” You called, knocking harder with the knuckle of your index finger.
You hiccuped and the rolled down the window. “Can I help you?” He asked, gripping the steering wheel tighter than he already was.
“Yeah, I need a ride,” You hiccuped loudly and hung your head low, quickly pulling it back up again as strands of hair draped across your face. “I’m just ten minutes from here. I got a drive on the way, but, I’m too out of it to call an uber.”
You noticed him smirk and unlock the car door for you. “Sure, just guide me there.”
You hiccuped again, vision still hazy, and collapsed into the passenger seat.
“Shit,” He yelled, reaching over to grip your shoulders to prevent you from falling face first into the center console. “Careful.”
You laughed and sat yourself down, struggling to grab your seatbelt. He climbed over once more, pulling the seatbelt over your torso and clicking it into the buckle.
He put the car in drive and grinned calmly. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, leaning your head back and taking deep breaths.
“Just past this light…” You said, rubbing your temples in an act to sober up. “Do you happen to have water at all?”
He shrugged and glanced down to the cupholder near his leg on the door. “No, sorry. Wish I did.”
You groaned and relaxed your body before pointing him in the right direction to drive you.
“Why were you in there getting all drunk by yourself?” He asked, his gaze locked on the busy Los Angeles road ahead.
You chuckled and looked out the window. “Fuck, I can’t remember. I was hungry as shit and wanted to do something nice for a change.”
He chuckled in exchange and shook his head softly. “Sounds like fun.”
You laughed and turned your head toward him. “Yeah. It was.” Your eyes remained on him for a moment too long as you began to analyze his face, nose, and whatever else you could make out through your alcohol ridden mind.
He honestly wasn’t that too bad looking.
You snapped yourself out of it. “Why are you in Los Angeles?” You asked, looking down at your lap.
“Well, I’m an actor. You see, I’m doing this acting class… you know Gene Cousineau? He’s my acting teacher.” He responded gleefully.
You dropped your jaw and responded back with slurred words. “No way! I watched some his movies when I was, like, younger.” You laughed loudly.
He smiled in return. “Yeah, He’s great. I’ve learned a thing or two from him.” He winked.
You pointed towards the small apartment complex you lived in. He pulled up to the curb and parked the car. Again, too drunk to function, you could barely take off your seatbelt or even open the door on your own.
“Hey, let me walk you inside.” He said, getting out of the car and jogging back to you. He opened the car door and helped you out, taking your hand then putting your arm around his shoulders, medic style.
“You’re used to this, huh?” You asked, noticing his charming and easygoing behavior.
“What? Driving a drunk girl home and walking her to her house?” He laughed and helped you up a flight of stairs as you rolled one of your ankles again.
“Yeah, that.” You made it to the top and lead him to your apartment number. “And also the whole military carry kind of thing going on here.”
You fumbled with your purse and fished out your keys, telling him which one it was to unlock the door.
“I was in the marines,” He responded, sliding the key in the keyhole and turning it rhythmically. He pushed the door open and guided you inside. “I’m trained.”
You let go of his body and slipped your heels off, rubbing your feet into your floor comfortably. “Veteran, huh?” You asked, stumbling into the kitchen and getting a cool glass of water. Hopefully that would help your aching head.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “Yeah. I’ve paid my dues, you could say.”
You noticed how he kept close to the door. “Hey, come in. You drove me home, after all.” You walked behind him, knees weak, and shut the door.
“Nice place, must be expensive for LA.” He promptly took his shoes off and walked closer to you.
You scoffed. “It’s worth it.”
There was a moment of silence in which the two of you exchanged looks. You glanced over his body, his skinny torso, and muscular arms. He had a black watch on one wrist, and a bracelet on the other. His shirt was a shade of brown and complimented his jeans well.
You stepped closer. You didn’t have to look up at him, nor down, just straight forward. It was nice being the same height as a man for once.
He stepped forward in return, his hand reaching up to your shoulder. He rubbed his thumb on the strap of your dress and traced your collarbone lightly.
He suddenly let go. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re drunk.” He turned away and began to back out.
You quickly darted forward and spun him around, both hands on his shoulders. “No! I mean, no. It’s okay. I’ve sobered up… around now.”
You looked at his eyes, then nose, then trailed down slowly to his lips. You watched him do the same. Suddenly, he crashed himself into you, his mouth meeting yours in a sloppy, rough kiss.
You leaned in, tongue meeting his as you ran your hands up his neck into his hair. You felt him to the opposite, his fingers splayed flat on your upper back, pressing into your shoulder blades.
You let out a gasp and tugged on his hair lightly. “What’s your name?” You panted, quickly met with another kiss.
“Barry.” He said, quickly kissing you again.
“Barry…” You guided him to the bedroom with an array of kisses, watching him as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants. You soon found yourself doing the same, your hands reaching back to unzip your dress and peel it off of you. You hurried back over to him, wearing only a strapless bra and pair of panties. You looked down to see him in underwear.
You began to make your way to the bed, lying flat on your back as his began to run his hands up and down your sides.
“Fuck…” He whispered, making his way to the bra that shielded your chest from him. You sat up slightly and let him unhook it, watching carefully as he tossed it aside.
He marveled for a moment, staring at your bare breasts and placing his lips on yours. He trailed his way downwards to your neck, collarbone, breast, and finally your nipple.
You let out several moans by now, almost embarrassing at that, and he began to suck and nibble at your breast.
“Barry… shit,” You whimpered, arching deeper into his touch as he began to pinch and tweak your other nipple with his fingers.
He moaned against your flesh, working at your tit with precision before moving over to the other one. He repeated the same action, causing you to throb with need.
“Barry… fuck… please.” You huffed, putting your hands on his somewhat muscular shoulders. You marveled at the strength there, squeezing for a moment, feeling his body.
He brought his head up to the crook of your neck and trailed two fingers from your breast to under your panties. He slithered under the fabric and began to push them into your wetness.
You squealed, still somewhat drunk, but horny as you could ever be. You arched deeper, moaning as he began to pump in and out. You looked at his face of pure bliss and it only made you wetter.
“Did they… teach you this during military training?” You moaned into his ear, cooing softly.
He moaned and began to pump faster. “I wouldn’t bet on it.”
You began to grind against his fingers, feeling your orgasm coming closer. He brought his other hand to your lips, his thumb on your bottom lip, cracking open your jaw. He began to push his fingers into your mouth, making you gag and suck on them roughly.
“Ack!” You choked out, riding his hand more as he began to push his index finger deeper into your mouth.
“Ba…Barry!” You coughed, your hands gripping at his chest. “I’m going to…” You huffed, gasping for air as your hips rolled up and down.
He began to speed up the pace, and just before he could get any faster, you screamed out and clawed into his back. He took his saliva coated fingers out of your mouth and wiped them on your chest.
This only left you wanting more, and he knew it.
“Barry…” You laid there for a moment, panting, letting go of your grip on his shoulder blades as you brought your hands to his hips. You squeezed lightly.
He began to kiss you again, this time his tongue explored deeper and more vulnerable areas that you didn’t know existed.
“Take my panties off. Please. And those too.” You motioned to his underwear. He took your panties off swiftly as you raised your hips. You tugged on the waistband of his underwear before he tossed it off, throwing them on the ground somewhere.
He took the hand coated in your saliva and pumped his already rock hard dick a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance and leaned his head down.
“You okay?” He asked, kissed behind your ear softly before pushing in.
“I’m great.” You whimpered, parting your legs for easy access. Suddenly, he pushed in, causing you to moan and let out an embarrassing noise. Your eyes widened and you felt your body relax.
You felt him begin to push deeper, causing your body to clench around him in a small whimper.
Soon, Barry was moving his hips at a set pace, thrusting up and down rhythmically inside of you.
“Shit, I haven’t done this in so long.” He grunted, his hands fisting the pillow that you laid your head upon. You stared up at him in a lust-filled haze as his head knocked backward in pleasure.
“For a guy who hasn’t had sex in a while, you sure are good at it.” You replied, quickly feeling him snap in deeper and faster at your comment.
You moaned low and heavy, arching your back and pushing him in further.
He noticed the gesture and took that as a sign to quicken the pace. He reached his hand downward to tease at your clit, his head tilted to the side, eyes squeezed shut. You noticed him grinding his teeth and it only turned you on more.
“Barry!” You yelped, reaching your hands up to his shoulders again and piercing your nails into the flesh there.
He groaned and pulled out of you before releasing onto your lower stomach. You felt your release come straight after his, and the two of you laid together, entwined, gasping for air.
“Fuck, Barry… that was insane.” You said, releasing your grip from his shoulders and to the back of his head. “From what just happened, it seems like I haven’t been properly fucked in a while.”
He chuckled in return, his lips curving into a smile. “Seems you better get used to it then,” He said, moving his head down to your semen coated stomach, beginning to lick the fluid that he put there.
You let out a sigh and put a hand in his hair as he continued to lick carefully, acting as if it were a wound.
Once he finished, he laid down next to you, turned onto his side. You soon mirrored him and faced Barry. His hand reached out to move a strand of hair away from your face to behind your ear.
“You don’t need to do that cheesy flirty shit with me, Barry.” You laughed, blushing at his extremely light touch after what you just experienced.
“I’m not doing cheesy shit here, I’m trying to be a nice guy.” He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. You eagerly returned the gesture and soon let him envelope you in his arms.
You draped a leg over his own, along with an arm, and let out a sigh of content. “Don’t you have somewhere to be tomorrow? An acting class or something?” You asked, face stuffed into his chest.
“I don’t need to go anywhere as long as I’m with you, in this moment.” He responded, stroking the back of your hair.
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