I Ship It
Y'all wanted more Barry x Reader fluff + them being cute in front of the league. I AM HERE TO DELIVER
“it’s fine, it’s okay!” You assured him with a sincere smile. Your hand soflty run through his short hair as you felt him groan at the sensation, letting his whole body go.
“No it’s not okay, you shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous!” Barry whispered, his dark brown eyes staring into yours with desperation.
“It’s not okay being at Bruce Wayne’s Manor?”
“Plus, if this others walk in here and see us…”
His eyelids itched him with sleep, but the though of being into another awkward situation just like the last one kept him awake.
“Aw come on Barry, were just cuddling. Bruce said to get comfortable.”
In that, you were right. Bruce did say to get comfortable while he was out to collect the other members and as he also said, his sons.
Was this a bad time for Barry to be kinda jealous? Bruce’s older, adopted, son was his age and a walking god. His anxious mind could only think of a thousand scenarios in where you dumped him to pursue Gotham’s golden boy. Also was this a good time to remind himself he was an acrobat?
“Barry why are you sweating, baby? Your worried voice lingered in his brain as he nervously searched for an answer. He knew well that he was going to be vomiting words in any second, unable to even hide his true feelings away from you.
"You’re never going to chose someone over me right? I- I mean, I know I’m kinda… weird and I move too fast or too slow, I’m not even the most handsome person ever and maybe a bit of a nerd and I k-know I don’t deserve you. But don’t leave me.”
There it was! Of course he would do this to himself. Of course he couldn’t just say ‘baby, I’m good, it’s just hot in here’.
“Barry…” He’d never hear that tone from you. Great, for once again he had fucked up his whole life. Way to go Barry. “What even made you think I would do that?”
“No, I’m.. look, have you seen Bruce’s son?”
“What? Are we having this conversation right now?” You asked him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It never took long for you to read him and now Barry was desperate and nervous. How could you even start a fight when he stared back at you like a child who lost his mother at the Supermarket.
The only thing you opted to do was wrap your arms around him, pulling him tight. You planted a kiss to his neck, to his jaw and even on his chin.
“You’re worried about a lot of stuff, Barry. You don’t need to be worried about me leaving you.” Barry nodded at that. This was one of the times he wondered what he had done to deserve someone as good as you. Did he really deserve to feel your lips leaving peck in his, and your nose against his?
“Yup! I want my money this time!”
Both your heads snapped mechanically to the source of voice. Victor stood there, with the biggest and most victorious face on Earth while the other members looked at him with disappointment.
“Yas! I told you Arthur! They werent going to have sex on Bruce’s couch!” At this you shrieked
“I fucking bet two hundred dollars on you fucking in that couch! And the whole league lost!”
Barry looked at Arthur with wide eyes, unable to process any thing that was actually happening at the moment. All members looked at him apologetically, and even Superman had guilt all over his face.
“I bet you two hundred more that if we were a bit more late we’d catch them naked again!” Arthur laughed the situation off as his head turn to look between you and Barry. You were still straddling Barry’s lap, and Barry’s hands were a bit too low on your back and to be honest Barry’s hair didn’t look that neat either. Great! Now they’re just going to keep making bets about the two of you.
“I ship it though!”