The Flash Imagines

Honeymoon (SMUT)

Summary: A snippet of your honeymoon with Barry

Warning: SMUT!

"C'mon Bare," You groaned as you watched him continue with his phone. "This is our honeymoon and you're not even paying any attention to me!" You whined, hoping to persuade Barry into giving you what you want.

Barry quickly finished his message, telling Joe that he'd be sure to call every day, before he turned to face you. "I was only trying to tell our families that we got to our private beach house in Hawaii safely." He pouted, knowing that since he had managed to set up this entire honeymoon, he'd definitely be deserving of a reward.

You huffed, while you worked on unpacking a bit, Barry had decided to sit and watch you dash around the room. His excuse was that he was "enjoying the view", and you were well aware of the fact that instead of enjoying the actual view from the beach house, instead he was watching you walk around in one of his white, lightweight t-shirts and a pair of shorts. (The only thing that made you not complain was the fact that he was lounging around shirtless so at least he was giving you something to look at.)

"Okay," He spoke up, finally noticing how exasperated you were. "You want my attention, yeah?"

You nodded, hopping on the canopy bed beside him, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him. 

He hadn't stopped smiling since you two got on the plane. Hell, it felt like he hadn't stopped smiling since the wedding even. Barry was a hopeless romantic and while he allowed you to have your dream wedding, he took it among himself to plan the honeymoon and, in his opinion, he did a damn good job.  (He even thought ahead and brought a few vanilla scented candles to fill the house and "set the mood" as he called it.)

"Then that's what you'll get." With that, Barry flipped positions so that he had the dominant position over you. Starting at your ear, his lips made their way down to the corner of your mouth, where he lingered just a bit too long, forcing you to take initiative and connect your lips. 

"You're so greedy." He muttered against your lips, finally pulling away from the kiss only to see your lips bright red which caused him to smile at his handiwork. "Was trying to take things slow and be romantic, you know? You want me all to yourself, huh?" Ironic really, the fastest man alive wanted to take things slow when all you wanted was the exact opposite.

"Well, yeah," Your words were slightly mumbled against his lips but that wouldn't stop you from getting your point across. "That's what these rings signify don't they?" You wiggled your ring finger against his to prove your point.

Yet, he continued to want to take things infuriatingly slow. And while many people dream of the sensual and loving honeymoon sex, you were craving the opposite. Screw taking things slow, you'd have an entire week for that, right now you were going to have to take control if you wanted things to progress. And, why not have a little fun teasing if that's the case? He made you wait all day so why not give him a taste of his own medicine for a little bit.

The kiss began heating up and you knew that was your chance while he was too absorbed with his actions, you pressed your palms against his shoulders and flipped him onto the empty spot beside you.

Before he had time to realize the shift in control, you crawled on top of him, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans.

Eyes wide from the sudden change, Barry took a moment to catch his bearings. Debating whether or not he should take control back for a moment, he ended up surrendering and relinquishing control. This should be interesting.

Still fully dressed, you placed your hands flat on his chest while you straddled him, clad only in his boxers now.

"It's not fair that you have on more clothes than I do." He whined, reaching forward to pop the button of your shorts off. He struggled to push them down your legs, forcing you to stand up and shimmy them down your legs before you climbed back onto his lap once again, re-claiming your spot on his lap.