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Yet, watching the media portray the scarlet speedster and seeing the playfulness that came out instead of immediate tensing, and the smooth way Barry's lips moved to speak flirtatiously towards a reporter beneath that red cowl?

It made you doubt Barry just a little. You'd always known the sweet Barry who was way too nervous around people who hit on him - the blonde was extremely good looking, and the worst part about it was that he had no idea his damn alleles had come together in his genetics, to produce the ultimate lady magnet that was him.

And Barry always apologized when a girl (or even a guy) did shameless come up to him and ask for his number.

In response, you'd kiss his cheek and smile as you enjoyed the way he flushed and laughed.

However, the Barry Allen you saw on TV, was more than aware he was a sight for sore eyes - you narrowed it down to the fact that Barry was acting a different way because he wanted to keep any speculations about who he really was behind the mask, as distant as possible from who he actually was.

You'd never imagine the speedster who could make a girl drop her life for him, as an awkward police officer trying not to get scolded every second of his own life.

Sure, you could give him kudos for that. Especially since he was so good at playing the charming playboy that it was starting to grate at your nerves.

You might aswell go fuck Hal if you wanted a ladies man.

Everyday was a new worry added to your brain, and you tried to convince yourself otherwise; Barry was an angel, you loved him and he loved you - he was a hero, people looked up to him and idolized him.

People also liked to dress up as him and do cheap porn, whisper about how he was packing under that suit of his.

You could vouch for that, Barry was packing and it did scare you a little when the man had no idea he could rip you open with his dick.

It still wasn't easy though.

Seeing Barry come back exhausted everytime something came up really broke you, and you did everything you could to ease his burden - whether you massaged his legs, made him warm dinner, or simply laid there with him and told him sweet nothings to make him sleep easier; Barry could be way too hard on himself sometimes.

But you were about to be his worst nightmare if he didn't get right on live television.

The two of you were lounging lazily in bed, watching something off Barry's MacBook while you rested your head on his shoulder.

Between his space, real world and everything crime fighting, his overloaded work at the CCPD, and your own job, there hadn't been much time for either of you to just bask in eachother's presence, and enjoy something as mundane as a movie together.

Barry's hand mindlessly massaged the side of your neck, infatuated with the movie you both had decided on tonight; Seven.

You felt comfortable in Barry's warmth, but it nagged you in the back of your mind - was his heart still with you and him, and not him and somebody else?

It wasn't easy trying to discreetly question Barry of all people about such a topic that was so unlike him, but you had to do it one way or another. Starting by bringing one of your hand to his free one, intertwining it, you spoke quietly, "..You love me right?"

Barry nodded, soft lips parted while he remained laser focused on the movie, "Yeah, of course I do.." He mumbled; he clearly hadn't registered your words, because after you nodded briskly, he flinched, "What?" He turned to look at you, brows drawn down with his eyes softened in concern.

You instantly felt bad, but you squashed it - you needed to get your question across, "Do you love me?"

"What?..honey, of course I love you, what kind of question is that?" He frowned, the hand on your neck moving to massage your waist, "Why're you asking?" He countered, his voice soft and somewhat understanding.

Hesitation threatened to coax you into not saying anything at all, but you decided against it, "On TV, you're so..open, and- and flirty, with the reporters," you started, looking into Barry's eyes as you spoke - God, those blues made you melt.

Barry kept his undivided attention on you, nodding slowly and listening to everything you have to say without fail.

Just that made you unsure.

You were almost reluctant to finish your thought, "..I just, it makes me feel like you're falling out of love."

The lack of sound that followed your admission made something in your body go frigid. Barry was just staring at you, his countenance blank. The oddness of his behaviour put you on edge, before Barry leaned in, "You seriously think that I'd fall out of love, with you?" He asked, though it was rhetorical.

He couldn't help a soft laugh, full - it was a bit unexpected.

But before you could think, Barry had zipped around to put his MacBook away and yank you to the edge of the bed, "Let me show you just how much I love you," he sounded a little out of it.

You shivered, a subtle heat warming inside you before you nodded.

Barry's hands carefully pulled your shorts down, spreading your thighs and pressing kisses to the fabric covering your soft pussy. You hummed softly while Barry licked a strip up your clothed heat - then, he gently vibrated his tongue, making your hips jolt and pull a whimper out of you, startled from the sensation, "Barr'!"

He looked up at you through his lashes, a glint of something dark even. He settled onto his knees on the soft rug beneath your guys' bed, "I'm gonna make you forget the idea of me even wanting somebody else, even if you pass out by the end of it." He wasn't saying it to say it; it was a promise.

A promise that sent a wave of wetness over your cunt.

The blonde mouthed at your panties, his breath hot against your flesh while you laid there, knees bending a bit while you settled in the feeling.

Barry kissed at your thighs and then your hip as he pulled your panties to the side. You couldn't resist watching him between your legs - he was gorgeous really, and seeing him in such a way always made you run hot.

Strong hands massaged your thighs firmly, providing some relief before Barry's mouth pressed against your pussy, kissing the outer lips before he was lapping up your folds; it made you sigh softly, back arching a tad into his wet mouth.

The man was focused, tonguing your slit with fever before the muscle began swirling around your clit to make you gasp, thighs tensing while you brought a hand to find purchase in Barry's sandy locks.

He held a secure grip on your thighs, slurping at your clit and being loud on purpose, just to make you listen to how wet his mouth was against your core and turn you into a puddle of desperation. It was working, because your hips nudged into his mouth and he laughed - that sweet, sweet laugh.

"Aw, come on baby," He cooed, his tone muffled due to the fact your pussy was in his mouth, continuing his ministrations and flicking his tongue up and down your clit, punching shaky whines out of you, "you love it, c'mon. You're doing great." He encouraged.

But he wanted you more fucked up than this, and you were none the wiser.

He watched you silently, taking in your soft breathing and the way your chest rose a little higher every fifth inhale, his tongue still massaging your clit wetly.

Your words rang through his head like a never ending pendulum, and he was hellbent on making you cry from the pleasure he'd give you; pleasure that ran on pure adrenaline, and the need to prove you wrong.

To reassure you about the fact that you were home - and that home included your sweet, sweet cunt.

In slow steps, Barry manifested enough speed to slowly vibrate his tongue against your clit, and God when he saw the way you gasped quietly, a satisfied moan leaving you from the unexpected change, he almost came in his pants.

He was damn pathetic for you and your pleasure, even if it'd ruin him in the process.

Massaging your thighs, he began dragging his head up and down as he vibrated his tongue, making you whine - you could feel every nerve between your legs throbbing, "Mmh- that feel s'good.." you murmured, almost dreamily from the way you felt your body getting lighter from bliss only Barry could give.

Barry hummed, before he started speeding his vibrations as his tongue kept the normal pace, "Good..that's what I wanna hear from you honey," he murmured affectionately, though there was a rasp to it that made your walls tighten around nothing, "wanna hear how good you're feelin'."

He slurped loudly, eating you with a stubbornness even a bull didn't have. You moaned softly, slowly rocking your hips into Barry's mouth in silent encouragement before you felt Barry's tongue suddenly shoot to an unfathomable pace.

You cried out loudly, "Barry!! Oh my God!" You tensed all over, your pussy throbbing while you instinctively tried to bring your hips away, but Barry's hands yanked you back to his mouth, if anything even closer, making sure you felt his tongue flattening against your clit and swiping at it with a blurring speed.

The swiftness mixed with the intense vibrating had you seeing stars, feeling tears prick your eyes, "Fuck, fuck it's too much!" You wailed while both hands grasped at Barry's hair, at risk of pulling the blonde's hair out as he just refused to let up.

Barry was eating like a starving man, making sure you felt every single thing he was giving you, his eyes closed while he relished in the unique taste of your wet cunt, "That's it," he muffled out, "you can take it babe, you got this..just a little more."

Your whining and pathetic gasps only increased in fever when the coil in your stomach grew impossibly tight, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" You warned, and Barry alternated to sucking at your clit harshly, every suction audible - it had your body arching off the mattress as you came right into his mouth, waves of wetness gushing.

You figured you'd be off the hook like usual, but then Barry pushed a his index into you and caught you off guard, "Ah!"

"Oh, we're not done yet." His voice was husky, his finger going in and out with squelches, before a second finger made it's way in and stretched you, a soft keen escaping your mouth.

His tongue worked slow now with no speed, his index and middle pumping into you with slick coating them, a reminder of the mess Barry had just made of you.

But the grace period of gentleness didn't last more than 10 seconds, because Barry was suddenly fingering you with abandon, crooked at the spot that made you beg for more - and beg you did, "Oh, oh! So g-good, so much..oh! Please, please!" You sobbed, tears welling on the rim of your eyes.

When Barry caught sight of the glaze coating your eyes, he felt his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes almost rolling back. Something about your tears, the way you only cried under his care and when he gave you something that no other man could - when you cried for him.

It had his adrenaline rushing at an all time high, making his abnormally fast heart rate hit even quicker heights.

"Mhm? What is it?" Barry asked, like he didn't know he was ruining you. He brought his speed into play, vibrating the pads of his two fingers against your G-spot and massaging it, making you cry loudly and shake your head, your thighs trembling, "Too much! B-barry I can't..c-can't, take it!-"

"Can't take it? You can't take it? This pretty pussy is telling me a different story honey, I think my baby can take it," He murmured a bit incoherently, his tongue working faster in tandem with his rapid bursts in your swelling cunt.

You were almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure you were being dished, and something akin to bubbles in hot water swam around in your stomach before it erupted into genuine euphoria.

Incoherent babbles and cries escaped you as you squirted all over Barry's face, your eyes hazy but enough to catch the erotic way the blonde groaned deep into your drenched pussy, swallowing down everything and refusing to come up for even air.

You moaned loudly at the sight, the fingers you'd had tangled in Barry's hair twitching with the aftershocks of a second overwhelming orgasm.

Dizzy wasn't what you'd described yourself as — you could see sound with how debauched you were from the overwhelm you'd just gone through.

Barry let up with a heave, panting quite heavily before he looked up at you. He'd been palming himself through those last few moments, seeing you sobbing on his fingers and cumming like that had been torturous, his dick swelling inside his sweats.

Sitting up with a grunt, Barry crawled over you, "Look what you do to me," he was at the state of growling, his voice hoarse with restrained desire - he'd rip at you if he wasn't a patient man that cared deeply about you.

You swallowed, still in a haze as you observed Barry tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one swoop, not willingly to waste anymore time.

Nimbly pulling your panties down the entire way, he kept it slung around one of your ankles while he grasped his cock— hard and leaking precum.

One thing you definitely knew about Barry, was his lack of awareness about the very much not average size he packed.

But he took it gentle with you regardless of him knowing he was well above average. He rubbed your folds with the crown of his length, brows furrowed in concentration with his lips somewhat parted— like he was seriously calculating what was the best approach to really make you feel good.

In the end, Barry shifted you to be on your side, yo pressed to his chest while he slung your leg over his hip. An arm wrapped around your waist securely while the other guided his cock along the line of your folds, rubbing and getting himself wet enough.

With enough ease, Barry pushed his cock into you with a groan, a moan if your own followed by a subtle whimper following suite as the speedster fed his throbbing cock into you, “That’s it. See? You’re a natural baby..you’re great.”

He kissed your ear softly, then the spot just behind it that made you giggle when he teased at it.

Barry’s now free hand went to the thigh of the leg hitched on hip, squeezing and massaging while he worked his cock in and out, setting a slow rhythm to let you adjust to the pattern.

You pursed your lip, watching Barry slide inside your sopping cunt, memorizing every single vein that grazed along your gummy walls. The blonde pressed a kiss to your neck, “You doin’ okay?” He asked quietly, though his eyes were half lidded and dark with something unfamiliarity electric.

Your tear stained countenance scrunched up a bit when Barry’s cock kissed your cervix without a single struggle, clenching in response, “U..uh, huh..doin’ fine.” You shakily answered, and Barry nodded.

His pace quickened, “See, now that’s not good,” he sighed, “You’re still able to talk.”

At those words, Barry’s pace grew a notch faster, dragging a sharp exhale out of you while Barry hummed, “Can’t have you thinking while you’re on my cock, can I gorgeous?” He murmured softly despite the way he was beginning to piston into you in a way that touched your guts.

In no time at all, you were mewling and moaning endlessly, Barry watching you with soft groans of his own and even an occasional whimper — he was still weak by you, and he wasn’t ashamed at all.

“B-barr’,” you stammered pathetically, “f..fast, it’s fast.”

Barry knew what you really meant, but he wasn’t going to let you off easy tonight. With a suck of breath, his hips began moving rapidly, an evident amount of speed force in every single mind melting thrust, “Faster huh? Like this?” He almost sounded mocking, wet slaps filling the room with your growing cries.

It’s like you were made to claw at the sheets, because you did it without fail when Barry began to unforgiving beat into your soft pussy, "N-no! Too much! Can't take you!! M-my pussy, can't take- mm, you!"

That earned a breathless laugh from Barry, "No no, you and me both know you can take me sweetheart.

Keep going. Attagirl" The praise came out raw and full of undeniable desire— Barry was made to give you all the pleasure your greedy little heart and cunt wanted.

And oh, he's gonna give it to you with all he had.

Working overtime with his ever speeding thrusts, bullying your cervix relentlessly, your hands tried to embarrassingly pushed at his hips - stupid, considering your boyfriend was the Flash.

Barry grinned at your attempt, feeling more in his element than ever before as the arm around your waist moved so his hands could snatch both your wrists in a flash, his grip unyielding, "Nice try baby, but this wet cat's gotta take a beating every now and then." The obvious innuendo was glaring at you, and it only served to make you squeeze Barry's dick.

Groaning at the tightening muscles, he fucked up into you recklessly while the hand on your thigh pressed two fingers up against your clit, and began to rub in sloppy circles.

The overwhelming potion of sensations had your eyes crossing, every word and phrase you knew lost in the mind numbing ecstasy in your body. You were going empty in the head, overstimulated beyond relief as your ears rung a little.

Barry observed it all, and he had never felt prouder,

"Thaaat's it," He rasped deeply, "My baby knows how to take it. Hm? Go on sweetheart. he grunted out, his fingers swiping over your clit rapidly, vibrating his fingers and making you scream, babbling like you'd just been brought into the world.

The blonde couldn't resist teasing you, even if he would feel a tinge of guilt maybe later, Look at my girl. You dumb baby?" He cooed like you couldn't handle yourself on your own- and right now? Shit, you couldn't handle anything but the cock driving into you at an inhumane speed, making your stomach bulge with every snap of Barry's hip, his cock deep in your guts.

Barry laughed softly, albeit breathlessly, "Yeah..my baby's dumb from dick, and it looks fucking beautiful on her." He panted, feeling you wail a bit too high for it to be anything but the sign of a heavy orgasm.

With one hard slam up into your wet pussy, you moaned an astounding octave reach, your body shaking as your orgasm hit you so hard, your eyes rolled back and you saw constellations and flashes of white.

Barry didn't take long to follow and groan loudly with a few pathetic whimpers, his cock pulsing in you as he pumped you full of warm, gooey white.

The two of you were panting heavily, but Barry admired the look on your face.

Brainless with subtle drool dripping down the corner of your spit covered lips. He smiled goofily, extremely satisfied with what he'd done to you as he pulled out of you slowly, cheekily spreading your soft lips to watch his cum ooze out.

Can't blame him for enjoying the sight.

"Still thinkin' about those reporters?" He asked softly, and you hummed with a weak shake of your head.

Barry couldn't help a fond chuckle, kissing your tears away, then trailing his lips to the crown of your head, and then gently sliding his lips against yours, making sure every ounce of love he had for you was physically felt.

"Great..now let's get you a nice hot bath running 'n cleaned up, we stopped the movie at a good part." He peppered your face with gentle kisses, making you giggle weakly.

What did you doubt Barry about again?

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kinktober list , requests here , masterlist , intro ( navigation ) *I'm telling you guys barry's into crying; he's not innocent

He was relentless, the super-soldier stamina turning every movement into a perfect, devastating glide. His cock filled you completely, thick and hard, stretching you in that way that made your toes curl and your vision blur at the edges.

Sweat slicked his forehead, dark hair falling into those storm-blue eyes as he watched you, intense and unblinking.

"That's it, doll," he growled, voice low and rough like gravel. "Take me. Just like that."

His hips snapped forward harder, the wet sound of your bodies meeting obscene in the quiet room.

You clenched around him, thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tighter in your core.

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue sliding against yours in time with his thrusts.

You were close and he knew it.

Bucky always knew, reading your body like a mission briefing.

One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit with practiced precision.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let go for me."

The orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with white-hot intensity. Your back arched, walls pulsing around him as you cried out his name. Bucky groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.

"Fuck—I'm—" He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself to the hilt.

You felt the hot spill of him inside you, pulse after pulse as he came hard, filling you completely.

His body shuddered against yours, metal fingers curling into the sheets beside your head with a soft metallic creak.

For a long moment, he stayed there, cock twitching with the aftershocks, buried deep where he belonged.

Bucky didn't pull out.

Instead, he let out a shaky breath, lips brushing your collarbone as he savored the heat of you around him.

The feeling was addictive—the slick warmth, the way your body still fluttered faintly from your climax, milking every last drop.

He shifted slightly, just enough to make you both gasp at the sensitivity, but he stayed nestled inside, unwilling to break the connection.

"Goddamn," he murmured against your skin, voice husky with satisfaction and something darker, hungrier. "Feels too good to leave. So warm... so perfect."

His hips gave a lazy roll, testing, and you felt him—still half-hard, but already thickening again, the length of him growing firmer with each subtle movement.

Bucky's breath hitched, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as realization dawned. He lifted his head, blue eyes meeting yours with a wicked, boyish grin that made your stomach flip.

"Looks like I'm not done with you yet," he said, nipping at your lower lip. "Guess we're going for round two already, baby"

You laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he rocked forward again, slower this time, deliberate.

The oversensitivity made everything sharper, every inch of him dragging along your walls in a way that bordered on too much and not enough. His hand slid down your side, cool palm cupping your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple until it pebbled under his touch.

"You feel that?" he whispered, voice laced with awe and lust.

"Already getting hard again just from being inside you. Can't help it. You're ruining me, doll."

Bucky kissed you deeply, tongue exploring as his hips began to build a new rhythm.

This time it was unhurried, savoring—long, deep strokes that had you wrapping your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. The wet slide of him, slick with both your releases, made each thrust smoother, filthier.

You could feel the evidence of his first orgasm leaking out around him, but he didn't seem to care. If anything, it spurred him on, a possessive growl escaping as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Bucky... yes—"

He shifted angles, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

The metal arm hooked under your knee, spreading you wider for him, opening you up completely.

"Mine," he breathed, the word a vow against your throat. "All mine."

His pace quickened gradually, the bed creaking under the force of his powerful body. Flesh and metal hands worshipped you—gripping, caressing, pinning you down in the most delicious way.

Pleasure built again, slower but no less intense, coiling in your belly like a live wire. Bucky's forehead pressed to yours, breaths mingling as he drove into you.

"Wanna feel you come around me again. Wanna stay right here... fuck, just like this."

You shattered for the second time, clenching hard around his now fully hard cock. Bucky cursed, hips snapping forward with renewed urgency, chasing that edge once more. But this round, he didn't hold back—he fucked you through it, drawing out every cry and whimper until you were a trembling mess beneath him.

Only when you were both gasping, bodies slick and spent, did he finally slow. But even then, he lingered inside you, softening gradually while pressing lazy kisses along your jaw.

"Round three?" you teased weakly, fingers tracing the scars where metal met flesh on his shoulder.

Bonus!