#BITCHELL SWEEP

[adrian-sheppy]

BITCHELL SWEEP

BITCHELL SWEEP

[bb-tings]

One Night With The Devil

part 2

barryxreader

request: your masterlist tags said to send some barry requests, so, if you feel comfortable, what if you were rafe’s girlfriend and he couldn’t pay him the money he owed for drugs so instead they made a deal together where barry could have his way with you for a night as a way of rafe paying off his debt?

summary:  In which Barry would do anything to get the girl back. Screwing Rafe over in the process, well that’s just the icing.

warnings: possible tears, disgustingly dirty sex

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requests are open 😊

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flashback 

        Her mouth kept opening and closing. Jaw dropping to let out a sound. Any sound. Instead, it shakes and her teeth chatter against each other and it closes again. Every time she tries to open it, the nervous system inside her sends the screaming message from her heart to her head. Teeth clenched, her jaw locks. She can feel the pressure from her teeth pushing towards her cheeks. Feet planted in the ground, watching him walk away. Walk away because she "was too much of a coward." She wished he would have screamed at her. He did scream, but she just wanted him to make her stay. She wasn’t blaming him, there were just things that she wished both of them would say before it was too late. But she should have known better ; they were both stubborn. 

        But it wasn’t his job to fight, and Y/n knew that, he wasn't the one pulling away. She just couldn’t find it in her system to tell him why.The reason why she never promised him forever. The same reason why she never talked about the future.The same reason why she stood in front of him, tears running down 4 cheeks, listening to him pour his heart out and when he was done she still didn't have the courage and strength to move her mouth. She couldn't say it. Her version of love wasn't the same as his. They had two very different examples of love. Neither came from great backgrounds but the one person that was supposed to love them no matter what, unconditionally; Barry had that. He knew the meaning of love at some of its’ purest and strongest points. She only knew a faux love. A love so bruised and battered that it didn't even roll off the tongue the same. A love that was continuously thrown in her face over and over again. Used as a weapon, as torture. When love was brought up to the little girl inside of her, she used to believe that it was the only thing she had. No matter how many times it was used against her, she reminded herself that it was by the people that were there for her and "loved" her. 

        As much as she wanted to feel the same thing as Barry, she didn't know what that felt like. She refused to show him the version of love that she knew too well. She refused to hurt him like that, but she also refused to allow him to have a higher position over her. How could she say it to him? What if she said it, and he used it against her? What if she falls deeper and she's on cloud nine and he doesn't want her anymore? What would it have all been for?

 "Bar-..." 

“Don’t you fucking dare Barry me right now! After EVERYTHING I- that we,-” She watched him struggle with his own words. So many thoughts running through his mind. He felt betrayed. He had been cheated on, done the cheating. Lied, stole. But something about her refusal of saying it back. It was fucking with him. “What now? You walk out and we never talk again? What are you so fucking afraid of? Huh? It’s me isn’t it.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach, and she swore she could hear the fall. The shattered pieces jumping around the bottom, until eventually coming to a still.

“No, Barry. I’m not scared of you! I just, I don’t know how-”

“Just go.” 

        From the corner of his eyes, Barry saw her head snap up at his definite words. He saw the hurt on them. Believe it or not, Barry was the reasonable one in the duo. Every time she was ready to give up, he was the voice of reason. He knew what she was expecting. She was expecting him to just get over it, or they talk it out, or just hug her and tell her it was ok. But Barry was tired of just giving in and sweeping shit under the rug. He was done letting shit slide. 

“Seriously, get out. Pack yo’ shit and go. You want a reason to go? Well then here. I’m done. I’m sick and tired of waiting for you to decide when you're ready. It’s bullshit, Y/n! Stop fucking pretending. When will you realize that you need someone. I’ve been on this road before. You pushing everyone that loves you away, but when you cut all those ties, that’s it. Yo’ ass is alone. Ain’t nobody there waiting for you. All you gonna have is you. And when you ain’t got nobody but yourself...that’s when you hate yo’ self the most.”

        Barry turned his back to the girl, leaning over the counter to fix a line. He had managed to go throughout the day clean, but he was gonna need a little help to get past these last few hours. 

        Y/n took this time to look at him. Taking in everything about him. His tan complexion that she loved so much. His raven hair that she convinced him to grow out, the indention on his left shoulder from her teeth, every freckle on his arms and back that she had taken time to kiss on sunday mornings. Everything she wanted to memorize about him, had a seperate moment latched on. It hurt too much to remember all those small moments. So as she packed all of her things and let the tears slowly fall from her eyes, she promised herself that she would at least try to forget him. 

But as she pulled out of the dirt road, she realized just how hard that was gonna be. 

end of flashback

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        Y/n let out a deep breath that had been building up for miles, as she put her car into park. She looked ahead of her at the trailer that had seen her through her best and worst moments. Before she could stop herself, she stepped out of the car, feeling the soft mud under her adidas. She marched up the porch and pounded the door, all while racking her brain for words to say. And it seems that it wasn’t enough time, because when Barry opened the door and she was met with his dark chocolate eyes, all sense left her system. 

“Rafe sent you a lil’ earlier than what we-”

“I Love you,” Y/n was met with such loud silence that she was almost positive that she could hear his face fall. “I love you, and if I’m being honest, I think I’ve loved you for a while. And I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that I put you through so much pain because I was too stupid to open my eyes and realize what was right in front of me. I should- I should have known that I was capable of loving you the way you loved me the day you told me that you would risk it all for me. That everything that you’ve built from the ground up, every penny you have earned, that you would lose it all if it meant you could keep me. And I know I was silent then too,” Y/n found herself taking a step closer to the boy, raising her hands to grip his shirt that was clad to his body. No matter what she was going to say or do, Barry knew he had it bad when his hands immediately found their way to hers. “But baby, I wish I would have been strong enough to tell you. Tell you that I would risk my everything and more for you. That even though I don’t have much and I haven’t ever built a business from the ground up, I would give up everything to my name if it meant I get to keep you. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it, but Barry you are the only person on this earth that seems to get me and I don’t want to ever meet another person, if it means that you’ll be mine and get me for the rest of our lives. So I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so fucking so-”

“Shut the fuck up already, damn.”

        Before Y/n could comprehend the interruption, causing the words to melt on her tongue before they could cross the threshold, she felt something else touch her lips. Soft, yet cut and edgy. His rough, large hands in comparison to her small framed face made her eyes flutter shut. She didn’t realize how much his body was supporting hers until he took a step backwards and she stumbled forward. Both parties smiled when Barry’s hands found her hips in time, mouth never leaving hers. 

         Y/n turned her body, facing Barry with her back towards his bedroom. Silently guiding them to their final destination for the night. Silently taking control. She allowed her hands to slowly move up his wrist and forearm, as he grazed her hip to reach behind her for the door handle, landing in the crease. Giving it a slight squeeze. When the door was successfully opened, Y/n started to leave small, but wet, pecks on Barry’s jaw and neck, trying to tease him. But it only resulted in Barry letting out a laugh and wrapping his large hand around her throat. By the time the back of Y/n’s legs reached the bed, the couple were already in a staring contest. Barry’s hand, tight but harmlessly, wrapped around Y/n’s throat, while her dainty hands were wrapped around his wrist. When she reached the bed and allowed him to gently push her down all the way, Barry leaned over her body to look into her eyes. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Hearing this, Y/n pushed herself up on her elbows just enough for her lips to meet his and their foreheads to touch. When she pulls away, Y/n keeps her forehead attached to Barry’s, making eye contact with him. 

“Show me how much.”

        Immediately, Barry has the girl laying down again, back flat against the mattress. The raven haired boy makes his way to the young girl’s stomach, leaving kisses on the skin that is still revealed beneath the bottom of her crop top. Barry lets his fingers slowly graze up the side of her stomach, smirking up at her when he feels her shivers. He then uses both hands to push the bottom of her shirt up until he sees her C cups plop out. The boy let out a snicker at the girl’s forwardness of not wearing a bra. But he shouldn’t have been surprised. . 

She did always like to be noticed. 

“That’s my girl.” 

        Barry leans up to give her a sweet kiss, then he takes a second to give each nipple a small suck and before he goes back down, he decides to softly bring his teeth together around them, getting a high pitched screech out of it. Barry returns to his place in between Y/n’s legs, using his hands to unbutton her black shorts. After pulling the zipper all the way down, Barry brings his hands under her, signaling for her to raise her hips, and starts pulling the shorts down her thighs. Instead of pulling them straight off and her the back of her legs returning to the bed, he brings her legs up towards the ceiling, using her shorts at the bend of her leg to keep them raised high. He takes this time to look down at his beautiful girl beneath him and sees a more closed off expression (with still a lot of want and lust) than normal. Barry chuckles at this as he gets on his knees, kissing the underneath of her thighs the entire way down. 

“Don’t get shy on my now babygirl.”

        With one last kiss to the thigh, Barry dips his pointer finger under her panties and slides it across until it comes out the other side, pulling it completely aside; out of his way. The second his eyes make contact with her already full, plump lips, he feels his mouth water and his cock throb. He sends one more look towards Y/n’s awaiting eyes, then he lets just his tongue dive in first, not wanting to finish the show before it gets started. He starts at the bottom of her opening, licking all the way up to her clit, and makes sure to spend a second longer there than anywhere else. Barry doesn’t miss the moan, resembling more like a whine, falling off of Y/n’s tongue when he first made contact. 

        He then takes a second to pull the shorts and underwear off her legs. He then reaches for her legs, placing them together and once again raising them up towards the ceiling, this time instructing Y/n to hold them. Listening to her lover, Y/n wraps her hands around the back of her legs, hands grabbing on to her wrists for extra grip. While she lays there, back against the bed, knees practically in her stomach, she watches as Barry stands and pulls his 9inch hard cock out. He looks up catching her staring and walks towards her. He sticks his hand up to her mouth and Y/n immediately obliges. Gathering all the spit in her mouth, she lets it slowly drop out onto his hand and watches as he uses that same hand to pump his dick a few times. 

“You’re always such a good girl for me baby. I gets so hard whenever you listen to daddy.”

        Upon hearing that name leave Barry’s mouth, Y/n felt herself getting wetter by the second. If Barry didn’t hurry, it was a strong possibility of her cuming from just his words. 

        While Y/n was in her head, Barry got back down on the floor, carpet digging into his knees. He then placed his right arm against the back of Y/n’s thighs, then, using his thumb and pointer finger, he spread her lips open. Leaning in, Barry licks one line up her pussy, stopping at the top, and lets a ball of spit slowly fall from his lips onto her clit. He leans back and watches as the liquid slowly makes it way down her most private area. WIth two fingers, Barry stops the spit and scoops it up. He then slowly pushes his fingers inside of her, making sure not to go too far. 

“Mhhm, Daddy please!”  Barry glanced up at the impatient girl, smiled and planted a kiss on her thigh.

“So fucking impatient. It’s ok baby, Daddy’s coming. Daddy’s coming.”

        While Barry was reassuring her, he stood up and pulled her legs down so that they were bent and her feet touched the bed. With one hand Barry pumped his hard dick, and with the other he grabbed Y/n’s hips to pull her towards him more. 

        Y/n gasped as she felt Barry touch her wet pussy. But immediately frowned and started pouting when she realized he wasn’t inside of her yet. 

“Why are you just rubbing it? Put it in!”

 Barry didn’t appreciate that. 

        Slamming his hips into hers, Barry intensely watched Y/n’s face and her whole  well-being change. She let out a loud whine. Eyes rolling far back into her skull, Y/n grasped onto Barry with her fingernails in his shoulder and the back of his neck. 

“Why are you so fucking impatient? You definitely didn’t learn that shit from me. Was it Rafe?,” Barry was whispering into Y/n’s ear while he continuously fucked her further and further into the mattress. “Huh? Did country club’s bad attitude rub off on my fucking girl?”

“No, Daddy! I’m still a good girl, Daddy, I promise!”

        Barry started to fill his dick twitch a little more every time that name left her mouth and her eyes met his. He was so close, he could taste the finish line. But Y/n beat him too it. 

“Fuck, Daddy I’m gonna cum! Hhmh, Daddy please don’t stop! I’m so fucking close.” Y/n grabbed the back of Barry’s neck and pulled his lips down to hers and captured him in a short heavy makeout. She then felt the area between her stomach and her very wet pussy, begin to ache with the most euphoric feeling. As Y/n feels everything in her body tighten a little, she throws her head back while trying not to squeeze her legs all the way together. 

       After screaming out multiple profanities, tightening around Barry’s cock and her body going limp, Y/n looks up at Barry, who is still pounding into her but at a much slower rate, and makes eye contact. 

“Cum, Daddy! I want you to cum inside me. So fucking deep, Daddy. Please!”

        Upon hearing those words Barry started to sloppily pound the girl, feeling his finish coming up quickly. Barry tightens his hold on Y/n’s hips as he feels his cum shoot out into a warm atmosphere. Y/n lets out a gasp as she feels warm ropes of liquid coat the inside of her walls. 

“Good job Daddy!”

       Barry laughs at this as he puts his hand underneath her and pulls her body further up the bed. He then situates her body on top of hers and lays his head on her chest, all while still inside her. 

“Damn, I fucking love you.” Barry unconsciously holds his breath as he awaits a reply.

        Dazed and half a sleep, Y/n’s face slowly stretched out into a huge smile that Barry was unaware of.

 “I love you too, Bear.”