Baby Boy [a Barry Allen Smut]
Request: I may or may not have been stalking your (amazing) profile, and I saw that you’re doing a smutty fanfic tomorrow so I was wondering if you could do a smut where Barry is super stressed and the reader notices and “helps out”, leading to hardcore sex? idk, just an idea.. you’re an amazing author, and by far n favorite tumblr :)
a/n: smut saturday babes, love y’all :) ask questions and shit
WARNING: Smut (handjobs)
Who takes work home? Barry Allen, that’s who. Sifting through the paperwork in the files, he sighs, sticking the pencil behind his ear. Boy, he really did fall behind with his analysis. His hip cocks to the side while his palms set firmly on the table, head bowed. Then there’s a hand on his crotch; not just any hand, yours.
A shallow gasp drops from his lips and he feels his dick beginning to harden under your touch. “Y-Y/N…” Barry stutters, “W-what are you do-oing?” he gasps again, peering over his shoulder and moaning at the sight of you. The speedster swears his skinny jeans are one hundred times tighter.
Instead of answering immediately, you unzip his jeans, smirking when you notice his hands curl into fists on the table. “I’m helping with your stress, baby boy.” you muse, pulling down his pants agonizingly slow. He inhales a sharp breath, squeezing his eyes shut as you sneak your hand in his gray boxer briefs. “Do you want me to help, baby boy?” you whisper, pressing your naked chest to the back of his blue cardigan.
Barry is pretty sure he could cum right here, right now, if he had to. That nickname; you know he melts when you call him that. “Yes, yes, yes, please Y/N.” he begs, breathing heavily. Slowly, your hand wraps around his cock, starting to stroke it. A groan falls out of his mouth and his head leans backwards; chestnut locks scratching your shoulder. “I… need… more…” Barry pants, bucking his hips into your hand.
With a smirk, you speed up your pace, doing long, hard strokes instead. The speedster whimpers when you squeeze the base slightly, looking at you with wide forest green eyes. “You’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you, baby?” you tease, continuing to pump him. Barry moans, thrusting with your movements.
“Y-yes… god, yes.’’ he grunts, lower lip quivering slightly. He’s so close; he can feel himself coming undone at any minute. Your free hand travels down his chest to his bare slender hip, fingers curling around it and squeezing. Oh, he loves when you do that. “Y/N, I…I c-can’t…” he shutters, dick twitching in your fist.
You kiss the base of his neck, nodding, nose pressed to his skin. “Just let go, baby boy.” you coax, movements slowing. Barry whines deeply, cumming hard into your hand, hips bucking slightly. He pants, holding onto the table for support. It’s been awhile since he last gotten a handjob. “Did that help, Barr?” you ask, rubbing his side gently.
The speedster nods, light brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Uh huh. That-that helped a lot.” he grins sheepishly.