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Relief

Barry x reader

summary; in which cramps are kicking your ass your boyfriend comes in clutch

Content warnings; fingering, stimulation, long hair Barry, reader is ovulating, overstimulation, mention of periods and pain, gumming, hair pulling, sensitive!grumpy!reader, playful banter, dry humping

A/n; Barry’s a drug dealer, we know this. Not proof read

Word count; 1.8k

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"This is bullshit," you grumbled to yourself, arching your back up, pressing your palms square against the patch of carpet you cleared for this excerise, chin up as instructed.

Despite dealing with this since being a pre-teen you have yet to find an efficient way to alleviate the severity of cramps. Why you resorted to google for relief.

So, here you are, holding the cobra position that allegedly allieives pressure around the hips and lower back.

You didn't believe it made a difference as you inhaled slowly, the knot around your pelvis following the pained breath.

This was such a stupid idea. Especially since despite your current activity you're trying to reduce unnecessary movement.

This was the fourth thing you've tried in the last ten minutes and it seemed to enhance your discomfort. While the reality appeared to be you were just to impatient to anticipate the results of your efforts the truth was Google was partly to blame with how unreliable some of the suggestions are.

You dragged your knees beneath you, coming into a seat on your heels, you swiped your phone up closing the search tab, shuffling over to the leather couch on your knees, very delicately rising into a quick squat. You pushed yourself against the seat of the couch as the door had opened, your ankles crossing to contain yourself.

"Do I even wanna know?" Barry asked, tossing his keys over the ashtray by the door. "Only if you ask," you replied leaning against the armrest.

Barry shrugged, heading over to the kitchen, the door rattling with glasses as he pulled out a beer, capping it off on the counter, walking back through the living room.

"Alright, what were you doing?" He asked, taking a seat beside her, kicking his feet up against the glass coffee table, tucking his hair back.

"Yoga," you answered, turning to face him. "Which position is this?" He pointed to you leaned against the couch, phone in hand, the other propping your head up.

"Uh, think it was called I quit, you can find it between never again and hell no," being active was literally the last thing you wanted on your period.

"Well you don't do that shit no way. Why not pop some shit like a regular person?" He asked, setting his drink against his lap, holding it between his thighs, the ends of his shorts scrunching up.

"Because I don't trust nothing 'round here. You got a pill for anything, back hurt, neck hurt, need help getting it up? You got it," last time you took some kind of reliever from Barry it was an edible.

"Well, depends on what you need help with," he shrugged, throwing an arm over the couch, raising an eyebrow prompting you to roll your eyes at him. "Cramps. But every time I take something from you I end up high as hell."

"Shit, you want to feel better or not?" Believe it or not he was actually trying to help. "I found a couple alternatives-" "any that work?"

You knew he was probably right and since he was home he could give you the right medication this time. So, you thought about it.

Between the pointless poking of various body parts, excessive hydration and massaging sore spots nothing had helped. You looked to him, your face setting to not give away a potential yes.

"No, and the rest of the alternatives are unhelpful. Things like avoid caffeine, drink water, and 'quit smoking', like I asked how to stay hydrated rather than how to get rid of them."

"Sounds like you outta options," he mumbled, pressing his lips against the beer bottle, watching you sigh in defeat.

Your eyes flickered in annoyance, watching the little smirk curl on his lips. "Alright," you let up, knowing you were desperate at this point.

"But you're taking full responsibility if something happens," Barry dismissed you, getting to his feet. "Where are you going?" You asked, watching him step over your legs, pulling his shirt from around him, "I'll be back."

You leaned back, a pout on your face, watching him disappear into your shared room.

He came out seconds later, stuffing something in his pocket.

"What's that?" "I told you I'll take care of it, I'll take care if it," he teased, walking back into the kitchen. The sink runs over the sound of dishes cluttering, the spongy sound of the soap dispenser sounding as he looked over to you, rubbing his hands together.

At least he was being clean you thought, watching him flick his hands over the sink, then swipe them off on the towel tossed over the counter.

"Get comfortable،" he warned, sitting beside you, his hand falling to your thigh, giving it a squeeze, you let him lift your leg, slowly, uncrossing your ankles.

"So," he started, scooting closer with the help of his knuckle against the seat, his knee knocking against yours.

"Something you haven't considered..." His hand on your thigh slipped between your legs, pressing against your crotch. You eyes followed, hand following his, falling over his smooth skin.

"Seriously?" He wants to do this now?

"You asked for my help," he shrugged, "yeah, I'm starting to reconsider," you teased, clamping your thighs around him.

His dull fingers gripped your thigh, making your legs part slightly. "Just trust me," to which you hummed in response.

His burning grasp on your leg climbed up your waistline to the hem of your leggings. While shorts would have been more convenient since you were deadly afraid of tampons, you'd stick to pads and with that came the need of a solid hold that would prevent shifting.

So you leaned back, allowing his index to drag the band down enough to slip his hand against against your warm skin, skimming straight over to your folds, curling his fingers inside, making your hips move back.

Barry scoffed, continuing to brush over your clit, just stroking two fingers over the sensitive bud, you flinched feeling him press against your slick walls. "Goddamn girl," he exclaimed, digging his hand deeper, the tip of his middle finger circling your entrance.

A hum fell from you lips as you tried to focus on the sensations of his hand pressing against you, his movements slick as your legs wobbled together.

Barrys eyes flicked over yours, a disapproving glare fell over him, his free hand slipped beneath your thigh, placing you calf over his lap, parting your legs for more room as he pinched your clit, smoothing over it with the tick of his thumb.

You felt his hand brace itself against the fat of your ass, followed by a deliberate tug, making you recline further into your seat, leg part even further and then a firm grip pinning you in place.

"Don't run from it," his voice distracting you from the heat rising beneath you, the twirling of his fingers had you squirming in your seat, "Just breathe, breathe through it," he advised, slowing his movements down.

He spent the next couple of minutes stroking your clit and dipping just the tip of his fingers in you, feeling you tremble beneath him.

He winded you up and down keeping his movements short and sweet, he had gotten closer, know with your lap pressed against his thighs, your hips sunken, offering him more room, he kept to his minimal ministrations, pinching and pleasing your drenched cunt.

And that was just foreplay, once he had you relaxed, panting to yourself in your corner he reached in his pocket, pulling out a little plastic bag with a white substance.

"What's that?" "All your problems gone away, huh?" He kept steady, increasing the pace, watching your hands still your boobs from moving, painfully hard against your palms.

He enjoyed watching you, his thrust now up and teasing, his body moving forward with each, his lips falling to your jaw, eliciting a string of whimpers from the pain and pleasure.

He reached for the bag, bringing the plastic to his lips, he pulled away from your flourished skin, bringing the substance to his nose, giving it a huff, he sits it against his knee.

While you were just about reeling from the escalated encounter, he still kept his hand at work, prepping the powder.

Your lips parted, chest moving up with your breathing, he took the opportunity to push against your jaw, your first instinct to bite at his hand, he retaliated with a haste kiss, opening you up again, he mowed his fingers over your gums, capturing your protest with his encouraging whispers.

It tasted bitter to you, unpleasant, but as quickly as it appeared it stopped, a sudden loss of feeling in your mouth, the rawness of your lips against Barry’s had made you lean into, a hand eagerly slipping into his hair.

Your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging at his hair, earning the sink of his teeth into your plush lower lip.

"Yeah, you like that," he whispered into you, licking at the roof of your mouth. All of it was so euphoric and overwhelming, you had slipped out of reality for a minute, and you floated on cloud nine for what felt like hours.

The troubles of cramps seemed a thing of the past, the only tightness you felt were your walls fluttering around Barry’s fingers, spiraling through your g spot.

"Almost there, now," he cooed, pulling you up against his lap, he backed his hips in sync with his prodding, moans rolling from your lips, the sweet melody with his gyrations had the coiled wringing in your stomach, the floodgates opening as a pleasureful wave of calm washed over you with the release of lower tension.

"There you go," he whispered, placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand still playing with your worn clit, he focused on the excess stimulation even as your body softened against his, the muscles of your thighs instinctually clamping around his hand, shaking against him.

While you recovered Barry gripped your hip, slipping you from atop his lap, letting you go limp beside him, eyes wide, lips parted, and the occasional hiccup, feeling the strain of his fingers against your folds.

The overstimulating and the temporary high from the coke had skyrocketed you to cloud nine and as soon as the cloud disappeared you floated back down to earth, crashing against the head of the couch.

Barry held a cocky smirk watching you come down, the orgasm still fresh on you, you looped your arm through his, putting your head on his lap. He finally withdrew his fingers, seeing them glossed in arousal and the tiniest amount of blood, he chuckled standing up, making you groan at the loss of contact.

He went to clean himself up, coming back later to you passed out where he had left you. He snickered at the sight, coming back to his place at your side, bouncing against the cushion he leaned forward grabbing his abandoned beer, eyeing the left over coke.

The Winter Recital

A/n; this was so rushed, I am so sorry, I tried

Warnings; fluff?

"How do we plan three weeks in advance, and you're still unprepared?" Rafe grumbled, watching you toss through your closet. "In my defense," you didn't miss his teasing glare, daring you to justify it," a lot can change in three weeks."

You are headed up to St. George in Bermuda for the holidays, exquisite, isn't it?

Kildare had a history of celebrating Christmas, but their more glamorous festivities are usually around summer and spring.

Not that you minded, but this was you and Rafe's 2nd Christmas together. And it had to be nothing like the last one."I'll buy you something when we get there, if we can get there," Rafe offered, tugging you out of your closet.

It's just nerves. He was also escaping his family for the holidays.At least until New Years. Somehow, Rafe had managed to get you out the front door and out to the dock where your ride awaited. You skipped ahead, now your turn to urge your boyfriend along.

"Cool your jets," he was being weighed down by the luggage you wanted to bring. The only thing of his he carried was his wallet. Lord knows he would need it. Especially when you had wanted to double the 20% tip he was already leaving the driver. The cabin was quaint and festive, ribbons tied above the door and looped throughout the staircase in bright green and scarlet. It smelt of pine and cinnamon as you were led through the house, admiring the decor as you did.

It was so homey, and Rafe knew it was perfect when you disappeared up the stairs, leaving him to haul your luggage through the doorway. "I'm never going back home" was your official declaration. And that wasn't even the best part. Amist raiding the insanely sweet hygiene products, in the bedside the you found a holiday card for the guests of cabin 8, "Rafe," You called, hearing his hurried steps, you chuckled to yourself, flipping the card over. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, everything is perfect," you handed over the card, watching a defeated sigh leave his lips, but a look of curiousity flash as he skimmed over it's contents.

"Okay? It's just a welcome card." Just a welcome card? "It's scented," you snatched it back scratching at the back, your dull nails denting the card, rather then the patch.Rafe sighs, tossing you his keys which you fumbled but then caught.

"Why did you bring these?" "That's what you're worried about? They're my house keys, they were coming with me even if we went to the North Pole." There was his Christmas spirit.You shrugged at the point, racing the keys over the card, bringing it up to your nose, inhaling deeply. He simply watched, a slight scrunch in his nose, watching you cuddled paper.

"It can't be that good," he grumbled, stepping forward to be met with your shoulder as you turned away.

"It's better than your cologne," you teased, to which his smile sank into a pout, "you love my cologne," "Yeah, but..." You drew out, another long, excessive inhale, "This is my new favorite." The parchment was ripped from your face, folded half heartedly, "enough of that," he hummed, tucking the card into his pocket.

"Don't be sad," he wrapped his massive arms around you, rendering yours to your side, his heavy head falling against your squared shoulder.

You tried to shake him off, managing a slight twist before giving up. You were only getting out if he let you out.And strangely enough he did.Something replaced the warmth of the scented card, something stronger, muskier and thick. Rafe's cologne. "Now I smell like you," "and you love it," he argued.

The night went on like that, playful banter, and gentle affections, eventually you crashed in the living room by the the brick fireplace.Rafe wandered down the steps in a low hanging towel, another working at his wet hair, his attention landed on your curled up form on the couch. You're resting in front of your unopenned briefcases splayed out on the fur rug.

To his surprise you were in one of his flannel curled up against the velvet couch.

"You packed three suitcase just to wear my clothes?" he scoffed playfully, picking up a shirt of the floor. The next morning you two woke up snug on the couch, your head in Rafe's lap and his arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey," he gently whispered nudging your shoulder, "Merry Christmas," his lips ghosted over the she'll of your ear.

Your elbow jerked into his stomach instinctively, earning a groan into your ear. He leaned back scooting against the couch, resting his head against the pillows.

Don't worry, he's was gleefully dancing around the kitchen to some old vinyl you found, and making hot chocolate late into the day.

And it wasn't all bad, you took a walk around the town, visiting stations, and you spent time in the store spending Rafe's money.

At that point he had trade you his wallet so he could carry all of your bags.

You returned back to your cabin after all of that and crashed to watch some holiday movie waiting for nightfall.

When it did you asked Rafe to help you pick an outfit to which he kept responding "you look great in anything."

It was frustrating as it was flattering.

You ultimately ended up with fur coat, (Rafe's) and a sweater dress with wool leggings, just in case it gets cold. And it does, but it also snows, Rafe's hand holding yours as you walk side by side, your other hand smearing it from every availabe surface.

You go out, party, dance, but your favorite part of the night was the couple's cooking contest. To participate in your favorite tradition of the night, and to also be with the one you love unlike last year.

Now the cooking was slightly over cooked, but it looked pretty. You didn't win, but you had fun. You did however get voted for best chemistry, earning you a wreath around your neck, wrapped in ornaments, chesnuts and a classic mistletoe.

"You owe me a kiss," Rafe teased, to which you scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Under the mistletoe, remember?"

Rafe grumbled beneath his breath, his hand reaching for your arm, "What're you doing?" you asked, feeling him squeeze your elbow.

"Mistletoe, remember?" He carefully picked you up, you squealed your feet leaving the ground.

Still, you attempted to balance yourself against his shoulders, resting your arms, his hand wrapped around your waist, the other sliding up your back, guiding your head down to his.

And you share a gentle kiss, his lips cool against yours, and your tension melts, allowing you to soften in his grasp. He smiles against your lips, letting out a breath of cold air, "ready to take this back to the cabin?" You nodded against him, leaning back in.

TREAT ME LIKE A SLUT

Pairing: JJ Maybank × AFAB(she/her) reader

Summary: the title says it all

WARNINGS: SMUT, dirty and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap kids), dirty talk

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry if you spot any mistake! Hope you like it xx

As you were dancing with your friend around the beach bonfire, you felt JJ’s gaze on your body. He couldn’t take his eyes away from your perfect body in this tiny bikini, moving to the rhythm of the music.

You and JJ were neither friends nor lovers, only sex buddies. You slept with him since a couple of months now. It was the only interaction you guys really had. No conversation or anything, only sex. It all started when you both met at a surf competition, disputing for the first place. You won and it pissed JJ off. He was being a dick to you, and your short temper and anger issues couldn’t handle the rudeness he showed you. So, you blew him off. Stubborn like you both were, neither one of you would let go of this fight. But your cockiness was the last straw for him. He ended up grabbing your wrist to guide you in the Twinkie. Once inside the van, JJ pinned you against the door. “You think you’re so smart, uh?” and with a smirk on his face, he kissed you hard.

JJ’s gaze was burning your body, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of his hard dick at the sight of your ass shaking in this particular bikini who, you knew, drove him mad.

When your eyes met, you winked at him and you felt his stare becoming darker. He smirked before walking up to you. Your stomach dropped thinking about the trouble that was waiting for you.

You felt a large arm encircle your waist and pulling you away from the crowd. Before you could realize, you found yourself alone with JJ on the other side of the beach.

He didn’t say a single word before kissing you harshly and cupping your buttcheeks with his big hands. You melt in the kiss, your tongues now dancing together. He slapped your ass roughly and you felt his cold rings marking you, making you moan in the kiss. You hated to admit it but you were already soaked. This man drove you crazy, and just by looking at you, he made you dripping wet. You didn’t want to admit it, your pride was too big for that. But he knew damn well the effect he had on you. And you knew damn well the effect you had on him.

You pulled away from the kiss, “God you’re so impatient” you said with a cocky smile. He pulled your salty hair hardly causing you to whimper, “You’re the one who’ve been waiting for me to fuck you all night long”.

With his free hand, he brushed your hard nipple though your bikini top, before grabbing your entire tit. He let go of your hair, placing his hand on your waist, pulling you closer.

He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want princess”.

You shivered, “Treat me like a slut, J”.

You could feel his dick twitch in his pants at your words.

He didn’t wait another second before taking your bikini top off. He then proceeded to lay you on the sand before placing himself between your legs, on top of you.

He licked your hard nipple, sucking and nibbling it while playing with the other one with his hand. You were sopping your bikini bottom. You groaned as the sensation was too good. You needed more. You wriggled your pelvis against his covered erection to feel any kind of friction but he stopped you with his hard grip on your thigh.

“Can’t wait for my cock to fill you up hm?”

He flipped you over and pulled your waist up so that your ass was raised up. He could see how wet you were through the fabric of your swimwear.

He slightly touched your core, making you moan and jiggle your ass for more. He spanked you hard once again, his rings sharped the pain and pleasure of it.  You let out a heavy whinge, making him smile.

“You’re such a slut for me, Y/N”.

He then pulled downed your panties, revealing your inflated and damp pussy.

“Look at you, already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you”. He spanked you another time before letting his hand heads toward your drenched cunt. He started running his fingers up and down your core before slowly circling your clit. Your breathing was jerky while you were shaking your ass to feel more of it. JJ slapped your ass with his free hand before grabbing your thigh so tightly that a bruise will form tomorrow morning. He inserted two fingers inside your vagina, making you moan loudly.

“J, please…”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

His fingers curled inside you, causing you to moan one more time.

“Fucking fuck me J”

He laughed and removed his fingers leaving you empty.

He turned you over so you could face him before placing his two fingers in front of your mouth.

“Suck”.

You did as he told. You could taste yourself, sucking them clean, looking at him in his eyes, his erection twitching as he watched you. Once you’re finished, you withdraw his fingers out of your mouth with a loud sucking sound, leaving a fine trickle of drool leaked from the corner of your mouth.

You heard him whisper, “fuck…”.

A satisfaction smirk marked your face.

He took off his clothes, leaving his proudly erected penis finally break free. You were impressed by the size of it. Even though it’s not the first time that you saw it, it seems bigger and more swollen.

He lined himself at your entrance, and pushed his cock in without a warning. He immediately started pounding into you, his balls clapping against your juicy ass, leaving you no time to adjust to his size. You let out a loud porn moan escape, while little tears flowed out of the corner of your eyes since the pain relieved your puffy pussy.

“Fuck J!” you moaned.

JJ lifted your legs up on his shoulders so he could go deeper, still pounding into you.

You arched your back, your eyes rolled in the back of your head. You tugged his hair, making him growl.

“You like that, you slut?”

Fuck. You did like that. A lot.

“Harder JJ, ..please” you managed to say between two moans.

J sped up his pace, hammering harder into you. His hand went down to your clit, massaging it while fucking you roughly, while the other went around your throat, chocking you.

You could feel your orgasm building up, your toes curling and your moans getting louder. J could feel your walls clenched around his dick.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock baby”.

His poundings were rougher, deeper while you two orgasmed at the same time, his cum filling you in.

After you both catch your breath, he withdrew from you, leaving you an emptiness sensation.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out”.

You did, looking at him in his eyes and he spat on it. He then put his ringed thumb on it, closing your mouth with his finger underneath your chin. You sucked his thumb out and swallowed his saliva while never breaking the eye contact between you two.

He chuckled slyly and gave you a light, but condescending slap on the cheek,

“Little dirty bitch I love to fuck”.