WESTALLEN: one shots

3. drunk barry

in which barry gets drunk (don't ask how idk this is a fantasy!!!!) which makes him v dirty and sexual with iris ;)

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Iris struggled to fit the key into the lock of their apartment due to Barry clinging onto her, laughing giddily and leaving kisses all over her face.

"Barry, stop," she grunted, attempting to push him off her.

"But I love you," he whined, not being able to keep his hands off her - though, that's often the case even when he isn't drunk.

She finally managed to push the door open, but she didn't see that Barry was leaning on it, so he fell right through and hit the ground with a thud. Seconds later, he got up like nothing even happened and pulled Iris into their bedroom.

"Wait a minute..."

"What?" Iris asked.

Barry took her face in his hands and examined her closely. "You look just like my girlfriend," he said breathlessly.

"Is that so?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

He nodded enthusiastically. "You are so beautiful. Did you know that?"

Iris simply rolled her eyes and began to take off her jacket, taking off her layers of clothing leaving her just in her lace bra.

Barry's eyes stared hungrily at the woman in front of him. "Holy... shit."

"Eyes up here, Allen," she snapped jokingly, clapping in front of his face to wake him up from his trance.

"I have to tell you something," he then whispered, his eyes getting wide and excited. "I have a crush on you."

"We've been dating months. I would certainly hope so." Iris responded.

Barry only giggled more. He tried laying on the bed, but he tripped over his own feet and ended up falling to the ground - again.

Iris sighed. "Oh, God, fuck-"

"Me, hopefully," interrupted Barry from the floor. Iris pulled him up, helping him get into the bed.

"What am I going to do with you, Bartholomew?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Lots of things?" he asked, pulling himself up to sit up straight. Iris took off his shoes and started taking off his jacket, along with his shirt, as she knew Barry hated to sleep with a shirt on.

"Your turn," said Barry, reaching over and attempting to take off Iris' shirt, in which she pushed his hands away and laughed.

"We are not doing anything while you're in this state, Barry Allen," she said, pushing him back, making him fall on his side.

"Iris," he groaned, dragging out the 's.' "Come here," he pouted as he got up, putting his arms out and pulling her by her waist so their bodies touched. Iris tried to squirm out of his grasp but his hands were locked on her waist, slowly roaming down to other places, too, which she then rolled her eyes and took his hands off her butt.

"You are going to bed," Iris told him, shoving him onto the bed. Barry only laughed, his words now a jumbled mess as he felt his eyelids getting heavy.

"Okay, okay," he said, swatting her hands away as she tried to tuck him in. As she got in bed next to him, he continued to ramble on about God knows what, nearly half asleep.

"Did- did you know that Cisco got a new couch?" he yawned, rolling over on his side to face Iris.

"Did he now?" she replied, smiling as Barry nodded enthusiastically. He picked up a strand of Iris's hair and twirled it around his finger.

"Your hair is so curly," he mumbled. "Can I have your hair? I want your hair."

Iris grabbed his hand gently and put it down, away from her hair. "Go to sleep, Barry."

He nodded as he shut his eyes, still blabbering nonsense.

"I love you," was the last thing Iris heard him murmur, and soon enough he was fast asleep.