hell (2) | nsfw

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(2) to fun

Warning: mature language and content — reader discretion strongly advised ― mature sexual content

third person

word count: 9,433

10:34 pm | what do you do when Central City's hero is madly in love with you? give him hell.

"There is always another way."

You hated when people said that to you. It meant they were feeling pity, and you didn't want anyone to feel sorry for you. You dug your own grave, you took control of your own life, and no one should have been sorry for you; you always knew exactly what you were doing and why you were doing it.

People never told you what to do. It just wasn't done; even in your daily life. People never got close to you. You never let it happen; everyone stayed a distant acquaintance.

You didn't have family, no obligations to keep you from staying in one place for too long. It was better that way, so that no one could keep track of you for too long. You just kept running to where the money was, and at the moment it was in Central City.

Central City, the city that never stopped running. Literally. With the constant new exhibits in museums and events, Central City brought a multitude of tourists all year long. And those tourists were your ticket to the good life.

But somewhere along the way, Central City was becoming a permanent settlement. You had already been there a few months, and you had rounded up enough cash to move along and be comfortable. The jobs were much more inviting and piling up in Star City, but every time you thought about packing up, something held you back. What was it?

Flash. Of course it was Flash. That speedster in his crimson suit, always looking incredibly hot every time he came into the room. You had met him numerous times in your quest for fortune, and he was slowly inching his way into your heart. You hated it; you hated how much you liked him. It was why you kept people away, it was why you never let anyone in. But you weren't letting him in, and he was still getting to you. What is wrong with you?

Every night you went out for another job, you were quietly wishing that Flash would show. Ever since that night you shared heavy kisses, you couldn't stop thinking about it. It was driving you crazy, thinking about how hot the tension was and how soft his skin felt against your fingers.

The past few days, you hadn't seen Flash. You had done multiple jobs, made a couple thousand dollars, but Flash hadn't shown up the past few weeks. As much as you hated to admit it, the only reason you were still in Central City was because of him. You knew it was dangerous to stay; with the growing reports about you and your associates, something could happen any day of the week, any week of the month. But to see Flash again? Totally fucking worth it.

If Flash wasn't going to find you, you were going to make it obvious you were still kicking in his city. You were going to do it the only way you knew you could.

You had already sent a fake stress alert to S.T.A.R. Labs. Your base of operations was above one of Central City's First Banks, so you simply sent a distress alert about a robbery in place. The signal only went to S.T.A.R. Labs, and you sat in the dark waiting.

The empty space above the bank was listed in city hall as vacant. Inside was leftover furniture from the jewelry store that used to inhibit it. The glass cases were still inside, empty and full of dust. Every flat surface of the place was full of dirt and lint, every chair stacked in the corner. There was no jewelry left, only an empty register with its SALE sign still up. The air was thick with an unpleasant musk and silence. You sat on top of one of the counters, crossing one leg over the other as you waited.

When you heard the papers on the counter behind you flutter, you smiled. You leaned back on your palms, looking out the window at the city in front of you. You bit your lip, hearing the crunch of glass beneath feet behind you.

"I almost thought you wouldn't show," you said softly, uncrossing your legs and hopping off the counter. Before you could turn around, familiar arms came around your waist and you let out a sigh of content. You turned on your heels, looking up. Flash was already looking down at you, a smile adorned on his face.

"Well, a robbery is right up my alley," Flash chuckled, reaching his hand up to disconnect the communications device in his ear. You reached up and took his face into your hands, smiling darkly.

"Haven't you missed me? I haven't seen you in forever," you cooed. Flash shook his head, smiling wider. He held you closer, and you moved your hands to wrap around his neck. The closeness of your bodies was something you had missed more than anything. "I know I missed you."

"I really don't want to admit that I have," he mumbled, biting his lip as he looked down at you. You looked devilish in your outfit. It was all custom-made and new: carbon-fiber, fastened against purple leather into a jacket that accentuated your waist, cotton-fiber lined latex leggings, holsters fit perfectly around your thighs and a belt embellished with new titanium toys of your creation. Your associates in Star City had done a killer job with the order; and you would be lying if you said you didn't want to show it off.

"Just say it, Flash. Say you missed me," you laughed, standing on the toes of your heels. You were so close to Flash's lips, and you let him chase your mouth as you avoided a kiss. He chuckled again, his hands resting at the base of your spine.

"I missed you," he said softly. You leaned in, your mouths meeting in the middle. There was a gentleness in his touch. You relaxed in his grip, keeping one hand on his neck as the other slid down his chest. You played with the lightning emblem on his chest, letting out a satisfied moan as Flash deepened the kiss. His hands were lowering to the backs of your thighs. You let out a squeal of surprise when he lifted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his waist.

"You're so bad," you said cooly, biting your lip as your back met the wall beside the window. You were against it now, Flash's eyes at your chin's level. He grinned.

"You're the one that's been bad. I've been watching you, don't think I forgot about you," he reminded you. You rolled your eyes, pinching his cheeks. He grimaced at the gesture but didn't stop you.

"Awww, of course I didn't think you forgot about me. How could you? We only made out a little bit," you giggled, and it made Flash's cheeks redden. The contrast between the color of his cheeks and his suit was evident now. You leaned down to kiss him again, capturing him in a loving embrace. Flash sighed against you, gripping your thighs tighter. "Mmm, I'm never letting you go."

Flash tensed underneath your touch. You noticed it, pulling away from him and staring. You shifted in his grip. "What?" You breathed. You tried to act flirty again, but something pinched at your heart in a sour way. "Afraid of commitment, Flash?"

"With someone like you, I might think twice."

There was a grim silence that followed. Flash stared up at you, suddenly realizing what he had just said to you. The smile on your face fell, and you let out a shaky breath. There was a hurt in your heart you hadn't felt before. Of course you and Flash had never talked about your relationship, because in reality, there really wasn't one. You weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, but you weren't friends. But the thought that he didn't even want to be with you stung. Flash opened his mouth to say something, but your anger was quicker to react.

You brought one foot around and stuck it into his side, the heel of your boot piercing his ribs. He cried out as you kicked him off of you, dropping onto your feet in front of him. He was crouching down on one knee, holding his ribs with one arm.

"What the hell?" He cried out. You raised your foot again and knocked him underneath his chin. He fell onto his back, groaning in pain as he grabbed at his jaw. You stood over him, and he tried to sit up. You pressed your heel back onto his chest, shoving him down onto the ground. He coughed underneath your heel, the stiletto pinching his chest. "What are you doing?"

"You're such a bastard!" You cried, clenching your fingers into fists. You pressed down harder, and he let out a breath as the piercing pain came over him. He grabbed your foot, but you just kicked his hands off. "You're such a bastard, I can't believe..."

You let out an exasperated breath, lifting your foot off of Flash's chest. He rolled over onto his stomach, coughing loudly as he lifted himself up on his elbows. You turned back to him and rammed your foot into his side again. He let out a cry of surprise and pain as your foot collided with his body, sending him onto his back again.

"What the hell is your problem?" He moaned, shutting his eyes as you crouched down beside him. You grabbed him by the collar of his suit, yanking him up to meet your eyes. You shook your head at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

"I thought what we had...I thought..." You couldn't finish the sentence because there wasn't a way to end it. Flash swallowed, and he put his hands over your wrists. With a surge of strength, he forced you onto your back and climbed over you. He pinned your arms above your head, and you struggled in his grip. "Screw you, Flash!"

"Stop! What is your deal?"

"My deal? If you were going to be in this just for the pleasure, Flash, spare me! You're such an asshole. Making me think you want this, making me believe this could be something else," you laughed bitterly. You spit up at him, but he moved his head out of the way too quickly. You yanked your hands out of his hold, putting your knee up and hitting him hard between the legs. He fell off of you, and you rolled over him.

You looked down at him, panting hard as he groaned again, holding his chest and body in the areas he hurt the most. You couldn't believe what was happening; were you going to cry?

You realized how stupid you had been. To think you and Flash could live a normal life, to think you and Flash could somehow be anything but who you really were. You were usually the one to deceive others, but this time it was Flash who deceived you; he didn't want you, he just liked the fact that you were a villain. Flash seemed to like girls like you, Lord knows why, and you just let him get to you. You realized you were just stupid and idiotic to think there could be anything more. What did you really think, a long-time criminal could date such a hero? You're pathetic.

Flash stared up at you as you got lost in your thoughts. Your mask didn't hide the tears in your eyes, and suddenly he hurt most in his heart. He had hurt you, that much was evident, but he had no idea he had hurt you so much. His heart beat faster at the thought that maybe you liked him more than he thought you did. But someone like you could never fall in love with him; that was just impossible, wasn't it?

Villains and superheroes had lines that were never crossed. Villains took the law into their own hands, disregarded the safety of others, spit on the leaders that stood in front of the cameras. Villains hid from the light, struggled to do things the hard way, left their partners in the dust. Villains thought for themselves; why else would they do the things they do?

Superheroes never crossed those lines. Superheroes defended the law, kept cities safe, made sure people were respected and their rights were protected. Heroes never hid in the shadows and took the long way because it was the right way. They always did what they believed was right, and they always cared. They were good, and they were responsible, and they were inspiring.

With you and Flash, lines between villains and superheroes were being blurred. You were beginning to care about someone else instead of just yourself; you were starting to peek through the curtains, see things you had never seen before. Flash was pulling you slowly away from the corner you were always crouched in, and you were starting to do things you had never done before; you were starting to love. Flash himself was changing. He could feel it, and he hated himself for it. He was letting you persuade him to hide, he was letting you control his emotions. He wanted to be with you, so he lied to his friends to where he went off to. He wanted to kiss you, so he defied his duties that told him to take you in, to put you in a cell. You recognized his desire for freedom, and with you he could be at liberty. Flash recognized the good in your heart, and with him you could show it. The lines between villain and superhero were not clear anymore.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe for you and Flash, it could work. Did anyone ever stop to think that maybe villains and superheroes could be perfect for each other? Did anyone ever wonder what would happen if you stuck two 'enemies' together? The connection could be electric. The connection could be like it was between you and Flash. Something in the mix of sexy, good, irresistible, and mysterious.

Maybe that goodness and mysteriousness about the two of you was just fine. Because love didn't know borders, love didn't understand records or pasts. Love only knew itself, and that's what made it so damn powerful. The love you felt for Flash didn't care about who he was or the things he had done, good or bad. The love you felt was only for the guy that kept coming back. The love Flash felt for you didn't care about how many things you'd stolen or how many places you'd been to and back. As far as he knew, you've been to hell and back. But the love he felt was only for the woman that only listened to her heart, the woman underneath that mask.

Villains and superheroes could be lovers; the world had just yet to see a damn good pair.

The ringing of a cell phone brought both you and Flash out of your thoughts. You blinked the wetness of our eyes, rolling off of Flash. He let out another groan in pain, sitting up on his knees. You were on your feet before he knew it, and you were making your way to the door.

"Where...Where are you going?" Flash breathed, one arm around his stomach. He was panting, waiting for his body to heal itself quick. You turned to look at him, clenching your jaw. You were angry. Flash knew you were angry, he could tell by the attitude you were already giving him. He knew what he said was hurtful, but he wasn't completely lying. At the same time, he didn't want you to go. He didn't know how to make up his mind.

"Out," you replied, pulling a blade out of your holster and twirling it between your fingers. Flash let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the intense bruising start to fade. He stood up slowly, shaking his head.

"No. You're not going anywhere."

"You might be Central City's hero, Flash, but you're not mine."

"C'mon, don't―"

"See you on the flip side, Flash. You're not going to like it, sweetheart."

"What do you mean?"

Before Flash could say another word, you were gone. You had slammed the door of the vacant store behind you, and he let out a breath as he heard your heels fade into the distance. You had a determined and sinister feeling in your heart as you walked away, and if Flash had seen it, you knew he wouldn't like it. You were ready to do what you did best; just be bad, and give him hell.

9:55 pm | the following evening

You always had something brewing in your head. Whether it was dreaming about the perfect heist or getting past the most advanced and technologically protected devices and systems, you were always thinking about something. You liked a challenge; you loved a fight.

You were currently seated on the roof of Central City Police Department. It was late at night, and there weren't many inside the building. You were seated hanging over the edge, your legs dangling. No one had noticed your presence, your suit merely a part of the shadows behind you. You had a dark smile on your face, your device in your hands as you hummed to a rhythm of your own.

The night sky was dark and cold. There was no moon that night; it decided to hide from you as well. The air around you would have make you shiver under its breath if it weren't for your jacket. You let out a breath, a cloud escaping your lips as the warmth of your mouth met the coldness of the atmosphere. That night would be perfect; you had a fire in you that couldn't be expunged.

Flash didn't know what was coming his way. Flash had no idea what schemes you were planning, Flash had no idea how far you were willing to go. The thought that he may have pushed you past some limits made him worried.

Your watch read 10:00 pm. You decided it was time, and you looked down at the device in your hand. You ran your thumb over its screen, and you jumped a little as you heard something explode inside Central City Police Department. You cursed under your breath a little, biting your lip.

You had taken a job that night. It was going to get you a good amount of money, and the fact that it was so dangerous was why you took it. It involved breaking into the CCPD and stealing a few certain weapons from the Metahuman Task Force. You realized it would be dangerous, but you didn't realize that it involved blowing things up. Your buyers never told you anything about the plan, just told you what the plan was. You weren't supposed to ask questions either. You didn't like the sound; someone could get hurt. Oh, boohoo, (y/n). Since when have you ever cared about who gets hurt? Don't go soft.

You hoisted yourself over the side, hanging from your fingertips. You dropped yourself down in front of the CCPD entrance, wiping your palms off on your leggings and making your way inside. It was quiet inside; the lights had gone dark, and the backup generators had turned on the emergency lights. Their light cast a dark red glimmer over the whole building, and you heard worried voices as the remaining employees made their way to the exits.

Your heels were what announced your presence. The lobby was empty, but you heard the sounds of multiple people as they entered. You ducked behind a pillar, the darkness of the lights helping you hide. You heard the cocking of guns as people whispered commands.

"On my six, everybody spread out," a gruff voice said gently. You rolled your eyes, crouching down to peek over the side of the pillar. There were six men in uniform with their guns in front of them; you let out a deep breath, curling your hands into fists. You got this.

You pressed your back against the cool marble of the pillar as one came towards your direction. You swallowed your fear, tensing your body. You stuck your foot out suddenly, bringing him to the ground. Before he could slam against the ground, you caught his neck in between your elbow and shoulder, sticking your fingers into his shoulder pressure point. You covered his mouth as he fell to the floor, and you held his neck until his breathing slowed. You checked his pulse before leaving him on the ground, unconscious; alive, just unconscious.

You grabbed his gun and emptied the magazine, turning the gun in your palm and preparing to use the metal against someone's head. You walked on your toes, your heels unable to announce you as you crept to the next wall.

You had three more men unconscious on the floor before you felt the coolness of a barrel against the side of your head. Your body clenched in fear; you hated guns.

"M-Move a muscle, and I'll blow your head off."

The voice was young and scared. When you turned, you saw a young man about your age. His uniform told you he hadn't been at this job for long. He looked fresh and clean, scared and new. You tilted your head to the side, smiling at him. In the dark, your smile looked sinister. His fear was clawing at his insides, making him grip the gun tighter. It suddenly felt heavier in his hands.

"It's not going to look good on your resumé that you shot somebody on your first day," you giggled. He blinked for a few seconds, and you took the time to grab the gun in his hands. He fired out of fear, but you had already turned the gun towards the wall. You let out an exasperated breath as you kicked him out of your way, the sound of the bullet ringing hard in your ears. Fired guns meant no mercy when more police showed. "Shouldn't have done that."

Your foot met his head again as you knocked him into slumber, unloading his gun and scattering the bullets everywhere. You heard the shouts of the two other men left, and you hurried around the unconscious bodies. You grabbed a keycard off of one of their belts, running towards the door that read STAIRS. You slipped behind its heaviness before they emerged in the lobby, and you hurried to run down the steps.

Your heels were loud, but you had distance between you. You realized you only had a few minutes to grab what you needed before the CCPD was flooded with officers and detectives alike. You needed to grab your merchandise and get the hell out. You found the door you were looking for, marked in red reading M.T.F Armory. You used the keycard to open the door. A keycard appeared on the screen, and you pulled the device out of your pocket. You held it up to the keypad, letting your device read its surface. The algorithm took a few seconds, and you were able to unlock it easily. When the door opened, you were met with some of the best tech the world had to offer.

Guns glowing in blue and pink and red, weapons created out of sparkling steel and titanium, bullets made of every kind of metal. There were vaporizers and atom-neutralizers, catalysts and devices of every kind. All of them were littered with the S.T.A.R. Labs logo, and you ran your fingers along the lettering.

Your device was beeping faster as you passed the cases, and when you were finally in front of the desired weapon, the device made a loud blaring noise. A small, circular device was on the table in front of you. It was glowing a light blue, and you shrugged, pocketing it in your belt and turning to leave. It had something to do with quantum mechanics, and for whatever reason your buyer was in need of it. No questions about the plan, just execution of the plan.

As you emerged back into the lobby, you heard sirens outside. You made your way towards one of the back exits, slipping out just as the lobby was flooded with policemen. You sighed as you shut the door behind you, grabbing a littered pipe off the floor and using it to bar the door shut. You turned to run, letting the darkness envelope you again. Before you could run too far, a red light blurred your vision, and you coughed out in pain as you were slammed against the wall beside you. You threw your head back as you groaned in pain. The oxygen had been knocked out of your lungs, and your eyes were shut as you tried to breathe again.

"What the hell are doing?! What were you thinking?! Setting off a bomb?" A voice cried. When you opened your eyes, Flash was standing in front of you, anger and electricity sparkling in the whites of his eyes. You swallowed, shoving him off of you.

"You expect anything less, baby?" You asked, rolling your eyes. Flash grabbed your wrist tight, and you whimpered in his grip. You raised your leg to kick him, but this time he didn't let you win. He used his speed to circle behind you. Flash wasn't playing games this time; he was tired of you, and the explosion had been the last straw for him. Petty crimes were one thing, but that was something entirely different.

"You've always been one to steal. You've always been one to rob, but this shit? Someone could have gotten killed!" Flash scolded you, slamming you back against the wall. Your cheek was pressed up against the bricks, and you let out a shriek of frustration.

"Good! I'm glad!" You snapped, squirming in his grasp. Flash held you even tighter, moving one hand around your body as he discarded of your weapons onto the floor. When your response rang through the air, his head snapped up to look at you.

"You don't mean that," Flash said sternly. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And you knew it was true. You didn't mean it; it was one of your rules. No guns, no killing. You lived by those rules; you could break the law, you could steal those diamonds you wanted, but you were never to use a gun and you were never to kill a single soul—even if it meant getting caught. So you didn't say anything about it.

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" You cried, bringing your heel up to hit him in any way you could. But Flash was no longer under your trance, and he was no longer going to let you win. He was too fast for you in every way; he wasn't going to let you take advantage of him anymore. He refused.

"No," Flash replied. You let out a scream of anger, spinning in his grasp and using your fists to deliver a right hook. Flash dodged it easily, his jaw clenching as you continued to swing at him. You let out a frustrated breath as you swung your leg around behind you, but Flash caught your leg with one firm hand, pulling it towards him as you fell into his arms. You let out another shriek of anger, panting in his grip as you gave up. You shut your eyes, going limp against his body. "Are you done?"

You opened your eyes, blinking slowly as you met his gaze. You hated the expression on his face; pity was written all over it.

"Save me the trouble," you whispered, gathering yourself. You straightened up, pushing yourself away from Flash as you composed of your posture. You swallowed, realizing how stupid you must have looked. You failed to land even one hit on him, and you were surprised not to see a cocky smile playing on his lips. It made you want to hit him even more.

"I can't believe you would do something so stupid," Flash muttered. You turned to walk, knowing he would follow. You reached down to grab one of your weapons, but they were gone before you could blink again. You ground your teeth together in annoyance, picking up the pace as you felt the small device you needed still in your pocket.

"If you want the truth, Flash," you began, listening to the sound of your shoes against the pavement, "I didn't know that was going to happen."

Flash scoffed. "Bullshit."

You shrugged. "Fine. Don't believe me. I didn't know I was gonna set that thing off, I thought it was gonna disable some alarms, not blow something up."

"You just go into things blindly now or something? What's gotten into you?"

You turned to face him, glaring at him. You were shooting daggers at him through your eyes, and Flash wanted to cower away from it. But he didn't; he wanted you to know he was serious this time around.

"You want to know what's gotten into me?"

"Yes. I want to know why you're so upset with me. I want to know why you acted so reckless tonight."

"You wanna know why?" You asked, letting out a breath of disbelief. You shoved him in his chest, and Flash didn't stop you from pushing him. "You wanna know why I'm so upset?"

Flash knew the answer, but he didn't want to reply. He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it.

"I'm upset because you're so damn good. I'm upset because you can walk away from this life, and I can't. I'm upset because I'm so stupid, to think that someone like you—" You dropped your hands from his chest, turning. Flash didn't deserve to see you cry. "I'm so stupid to think that someone like you would want anything to do with me."

Flash didn't respond. His body was frozen, your words not registering in his ear. He looked at you, your back to him. Your hair was silky behind your shoulders, and he didn't have to be looking at you to know that you were crying.

"I won't be used, Flash. Not by anyone. Not by you—"

Flash reached over, grabbing your wrist and spinning you in his direction. Your words caught in your throat as he reached one gloved hand up your spine, tangling his fingers into the silkiness of you hair. You whimpered in his grip, shaking your head.

"I don't even know your name," you whispered, swallowing. Flash's eyes darted back and forth from your eyes to the surface of your lips. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. Just let me go."

"Who said I ever wanted to let you go?"

You shook your head, relaxing as one hand went to cup your cheek. You didn't want to believe what you were hearing; the idea of you and him just had to be impossible. "But you said—"

"I know what I said. To hell with that," Flash said softly. You bit your lip.

"But I'm a criminal, Flash. I'm not good for you," you protested. Your words were pushing him away, but your body was giving in. That moment was becoming bliss.

"You look pretty damn good to me."

"You don't know my name. You don't know anything about me. You're falling for a stranger," you told him, shaking your head. Flash smiled a little.

"Some people don't even know what their partners look like when they take them home. I know you better than most."

His breath was fanning the space above your lips, and he was pulling you closer. You were letting him. Every excuse you had, Flash had an answer.

"All I do is make your life hell. I'm bad, Flash," you said finally, whimpering again as his arm pulled you closer to his body. Flash licked his lips; it took everything in him not to kiss you. He chuckled, making your stomach turn inside-out. You needed him to kiss you, it was killing you inside.

"No," Flash whispered, shaking his head as one hand slid down the length of your thigh. "You're not bad, you're mine."

You let out a moan at the sound. "You're mine." You kissed him soft, shutting your eyes as you sighed in his arms. The tension between you and Flash had been growing since the first day you met him. You knew what that kiss meant. You knew that kiss was begging for something more, asking for permission. You weren't going to protest anymore; you wanted it just as much.

When you pulled away, Flash was licking his lips again. You breathed heavy, your fingers gripping him at the back of his neck. You bit your lip, looking up at him as his fingers trailed back up your waist. His eyes were sparkling with something dark.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Flash wondered, tilting his head to read your expression. You swallowed, bring your hand up to run your finger down his cheek. Your thumb traced the outline of his lips, and he chased your finger with kisses as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah, I think I am," you said softly, your gaze meeting his again. Flash smiled a little, and you nodded your head. You shut your eyes for a second, and you felt a rush of air. When you opened them again, Flash was pushing you inside an empty apartment, the door shutting behind him. "Where are we?"

"My apartment," was the reply, and you felt his arms go around your waist. You scoffed as he moved his hands lower, gripping you from underneath your thighs. The atmosphere was quickly growing hotter by the second.

"Aren't you afraid I'll find out who you are?"

"You had to find out sooner or later."

Flash sped you to the counter, and your back hit the side of it hard. You let out a groan as he pressed himself against you, grabbing your chin and tilting it up to him.

"My name is Barry. Barry Allen," he said softly. You grinned, putting your arms around his neck as he lifted you onto the counter's marble surface.

"And why are you telling me that?" You wondered as he spread your legs, coming between them and letting you cross your feet behind his back. He winked at you, tilting his head to gaze at your lips.

"So you know what to say when you're in my bed."

You let out a laugh, shoving him hard at his cockiness. Just as soon as he was pushed away, he was back to you. He slid his mask off, and you were surprised to see a tuff of chocolate locks and freckles. He was adorable underneath the mask.

"You're so cute," you cooed, making him smile. Barry was grinning now like a total idiot, eager to see you without your mask. His fingers crept underneath your mask, pulling it off quickly and letting out a low whistle. You blushed a little, your confidence shrinking a little.

"God, you're beautiful," he said softly, and you shook your head. You were sitting up again, in your element with his compliment hanging in the air.

"I'm not beautiful, I'm (y/n)," you laughed, and Barry shook his head playfully. He was about to kiss you again when you turned your head, his lips meeting the base of your jaw. He kissed you there anyway, nuzzling his nose into the softness of your skin. Your fingers went into his hair, making him hum in satisfaction.

"You're teasing me now?" Barry mumbled, his lips still attached to your neck. You uttered in agreement as his kisses got wetter and more intense. You tilted your head to the side to give him more room, and his smile against your skin grew. "For someone so confident, I never took you as such a submissive."

You leaned your head back further and let out a good laugh. Barry was just making jokes now, and you were laughing hard. His kisses left a wet glistening trail across your neck, and the feeling was unlike any other. The softness of his mouth was gentle, and his tongue was working like magic. You were a laughing and moaning mess now, and Barry was just getting started.

"I'm so sick of you," he breathed, grabbing you from underneath you thighs. He used his speed to place you against the wall, and you let out a cry of satisfaction as his hips pushed against yours hard. The heat between the two of you was growing by the second, and you shut your eyes as Barry's hands fanned across your chest, unzipping your jacket. The expensive carbon-fiber fabric looked great on you, but Barry suspected you'd look so much better without it.

"I'm so tired of you, (y/n)," Barry said in a bitter tone, your jacket giving out as the zipper opened. Underneath was another expensive piece of lingerie. Barry shook his head as he pushed the jacket off your shoulders, exposing the upper half of your body. Your skin was hot, and the cool air felt refreshing as your jacket fell to the floor. The stunning purple color didn't even matter anymore; Flash had now seen you in just your bra, the best outfit he could imagine.

"You're such an asshole," you moaned as Barry's mouth found the heat of your chest. He hoisted you higher on his waist, his mouth resting right between your breasts. Your hands found his hair again, scratching his scalp gently as he continued to leave wet trails of love against you. You bit your lip hard as the surface of his lips traveled over the lace of your bra, teasing you. You looked down at him, his eyes glimmering with such a darkness and a lust you had never known. Barry was in his element, and you were merely at his mercy.

"God, there's so many things I hate about you," Barry chuckled darkly. One hand left your waist and trailed up your side. You watched as he moved the straps of your bra down your arms, letting it rest at your elbows. You let out a moan as he began kissing around the suppleness of your chest, his breath like fire even to the warmth of your skin. You bit your lip harder, trying to suppress the sounds. How could you keep quiet when he was doing these things to you?

You put one hand underneath his chin, tilting his head up. You met his eyes, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his mouth. Barry shut his eyes to savor the taste, his body pressed as close as it could get. You let out a sigh when you felt Barry against you, growing harder by the second as your free hand trailed down his chest. You were tugging at the collar of his suit, begging with your actions to take it off. You had to see him, you needed to kiss him like he was kissing you. Driving him crazy would be your weapon, his heart your target, and you wouldn't stop until he was singing your name.

Barry could feel the eagerness in your touch, and he peeled your bare back off the wall. You hung onto his shoulders, giggling wildly as he sped you onto his couch. When you stopped giggling, you realized his suit was already halfway down his torso. You spread your fingers underneath it, letting it fall to his waist. You put both hands on his chest, pushing his back into the cushions and settling into his lap. There was a craziness in your eyes that he loved, and the sight of him licking his lips made you squirm in his grip.

"You're so hot, Barry, why are you hiding it all underneath all this?" You cooed, burying your head in his neck. Now it was your turn to work magic, breathing onto his neck and pressing butterfly kisses around his jaw. His jaw clenched underneath you, his body tense with the feeling. Your hands slid from his shoulders, down to his chest, and then your fingers were hooked into the waist of his suit. You still had your mouth against his throat, mumbling sweet words into his skin. You let your tongue slip between your teeth, grazing his neck and making him moan.

"God, I hate you," Barry breathed, turning his head. You relaxed into the space between his jaw and shoulder blade, letting your tongue do its work. The wet, textured surface felt like heaven against Barry's neck, and he let out a frustrated growl as you began to grind your hips into his. His hands went around your bare waist, gripping the area and letting you move against him.

"What's that, Barry? I can't hear you, baby," you whispered against his ear, and he shivered at the sound. You kept your mouth to his ear, kissing the cartilage. You were enjoying the foreplay, gripping the waist of his suit tighter as you began to grind your hips a little slower, a little harder. You let out a moan into his ear, murmuring his name as you began to grow hot with desire. Barry was a sick addiction.

"You're going to kill me," Barry uttered, pushing you off of his lap. The feeling of you against him like that was making his heart beat even faster than normal. The heat that was coursing through him was like no other feeling; he didn't even feel so when he was running. Your heels came in contact with the ground, and you were now standing in front of his sitting frame. You took the opportunity to tease him more, turning your back to him.

"Do you mind?" You asked innocently, pointing to the belt around your waist. Barry could only stare at you. He hesitantly leaned forward, deciding he could play games just as well as you. You were surprised when you felt his lips against your bare back, just below the strap of your bra. His hands came and rested at your sides. You bit your lip as he kissed the space, his lips becoming wet again as he let his tongue make an appearance. You let out a sharp breath at the feeling.

"You like that?" Barry asked gently. He kissed you again, moving your hair from behind your shoulders to your front. His hands rested at your sides again, his lips resting at the nape of your spine. You nodded and hummed in agreement, shutting your eyes as his fingertips tapped the skin he held.

"This is for every single damn time you hit me," Barry whispered, lowering his kiss a little. You leaned your head back, placing your palms over his. He licked his lips.

"This is for every single time you got away from me." He kissed you again, lower. The sensations going up and down your body were like deadly sparks, ones that jolted your heart every time you felt it. You let out a sigh.

"This is for every single time you teased me in that stupid hot outfit." He left another kiss even lower, almost to the waist of your leggings. You let out a whimper, your knees growing weak at the feeling. His hair tickled your skin now.

Barry reached around and unbuckled a strap, the belt and holsters falling at your heels. His fingertips were soon underneath the waistband of your leggings, and you kicked your heels off just as he yanked your leggings down your legs. After your skin was free, Barry spun you around to face him. You were between his legs now, his head in line with your abdomen. You looked down at him, biting your lip. He winked up at you.

"And this is for every single damn time you thought you could beat me." Barry's lips were already saturated. As they kissed the space just underneath your belly button, you moaned at the sensation. His lips were grazing the waistband of your panties now, his fingers playing with the lace edges.

Before he could kiss you again, you pulled away from him. You kicked your clothes out of your path as you began walking towards what you assumed was his bedroom. You turned as you walked, stepping backwards. Barry had a stupid smirk on his face, and you beckoned him to follow you with your finger.

"Come and get me, Flash," you cooed, disappearing behind the bedroom door. You glanced around at the room. It was so simple, too simple. Unmade bed, men's clothes everywhere but in the laundry basket. He had physics textbooks and notes everywhere. Before you could observe anything else, you were on your back on his bed, the pillow a welcomed surface beneath your head. Barry was above you, his suit gone. The only thing separating the two of you was your undergarments, and you wanted that to change. You needed it to change.

You reached your hands up, taking Barry's face between your palms. He shut his eyes at the gesture, the tension in his shoulders softening. His weight was against you now, but you weren't complaining. You wanted him to be close to you. That night you were going to make him remember everything about you. You were going to make him say your name, you were going to make him remember that night for the rest of his life. You weren't just anyone; you were a criminal in Central City, and you were going to use that to your advantage. Not even Flash could resist you like that. It's what drew him to you in the first place.

You used force to shove Barry off of you. He fell onto his back beside you, smiling a little as you climbed over him. You had one leg on either side of his waist, and his hands came up your knees to grip the back of your thighs. You leaned down and let your mouth meet his in a soft, endearing kiss. Barry squeezed the skin beneath his fingers, closing his eyes as you deepened the embrace.

"Oh, you're no good for me, Barry Allen," you moaned, letting your hands tangle in his dark hair. Barry parted your lips with his tongue, running it along the bottom of your mouth. You let out a breath.

"You're no good for me, (y/n)," Barry echoed, one hand moved up from your thigh to grasp the clasp of your bra. You let him undo it, the action making the fabric suddenly go loose around your arms.

"I shouldn't be with you. I should hate you," you whispered between kisses. Barry grew harder at the thought; the idea that you and him were somehow forbidden to be together made the situation all the more desirable. Doing the things you weren't supposed to, fooling around when you two were opposites, falling in love with each other when you were on two different sides. It was all dangerous, but it only made Barry want you more.

You pulled away from Barry's lips, meeting his chest. Your fingers led the way of your kisses. You started by sucking soft on his chest. You wanted to see Barry's reactions, and he was enjoying it. His eyes were shut, his hands squeezing your legs as you left love bites all over his abdomen.

"You should be locking me away, Barry," you said softly, kissing your way past his abs. They were flexed and hard underneath you as you got lower and lower on his body. It was him that tangled his hands in your hair now. "I shouldn't be with you, Flash. I'm just a bad girl."

At the sound, Barry moaned, and you began to use your teeth to tug at the waistband of his boxers.

"Jesus Christ, you're killing me," he whined, shaking his head. The grazing of your teeth against his sensitive skin forced him to let out a frustrated breath. He grabbed you by your arms and lifted you so you were laying on your back again. In a few seconds, you were bare against Barry's body, not even getting time to contemplate what was happening. You realized he had used his speed to get you bare, and you bit your lip as he moved his head to rest in your neck.

"You're always the one chasing after me," you laughed soft in his ear, and Barry growled a little, biting your skin. You groaned in delight at the feeling, your arms going around his neck. Barry couldn't believe how hot you were underneath the mask you wore; you were the most perfect and most sinister woman. You were beautiful and sexy, with a dark side that made you all the more alluring. Barry was drawn to you in ways he never had been to anyone else. The fact that you had done so much bad in your past was so attractive and mysterious.

"All you do is run away from me," Barry mumbled, and you shut your eyes at the sound. His voice was so deep and dangerous. You had never heard him speak like that, and it was driving you insane. You sucked in a deep breath and tightened your grip around his neck when you felt him against you, hard and throbbing for more. Barry bit down on your skin again. "But baby girl, I got you now."

You let out a cry as he slowly entered into you. Barry hissed with relief, his muscles flexing underneath your touch as you grabbed at him.

"Oh, Jesus, Barry," you uttered. He chuckled against your hot skin, his forehead wet with sweat. The moisture against the both of you was making the experience all the warmer. The feeling of Barry inside was so satisfying, and he let out a moan when he felt you tighten around his size.

"(y/n)," Barry whispered, his mouth shifting to kiss the base of our jaw. You threw your head back against the pillow, your hair tangling underneath the pressure of both your bodies. Barry gripped your waist with one hand, moving your leg with his other hand around his waist. You let out a breath as he began to move steadily against you, your eyes shutting tighter at the sensation. He was hard and incredibly hot above you, and he began to kiss your jaw as his body explored you. "God, baby, you're so wet...so good..."

You let out a whimper as Barry slowed his pace, rolling his hips as he tried to find your sweet spot. You clawed at him, your fingernails painting red lines down the skin of his back as you moaned against his movements. The slowness of his thrusts were making you whimper in desire, begging for more. You wanted more, you needed more. Now that you had felt Barry, you just needed him to give you everything he could.

"Barry," you whispered, licking your lips and laughing playfully, "I never imagined the day you'd be going too fucking slow."

Barry chuckled himself, shaking his head as he sucked on the love bites he already had littered across your neck. "Don't tell me you didn't ask for it, then."

Before you could respond, Barry's teeth grazed the skin of your collarbone, making you lose your words. His thrusts began to pick up the pace, and your moans were ringing in his ear. Your breath was becoming wasted, the feeling of Barry above you becoming too familiar and too good and too hot.

"(y/n), you're...so tight," he uttered, and you let out a cry of satisfaction when his thrusts met your most sensitive spot. Barry took this as a sign of encouragement, kissing your jaw with wet lips as he memorized the feeling of your tight walls, made the pattern of your body his job. His thrusts picked up more speed, and you panted in response. Never in your life had anyone ever made you feel like Barry did, and you were clawing at his skin for more.

"Barry," you let out, and Barry began to move sloppy and rough. He still met your sweet spot with precision, the feeling of his hips meeting yours a friction you never wanted to end. You held onto him tighter, begging to be as close as possible as the knot in your stomach began to grow rapidly. "Barry, please..."

"You're such a bad girl," he moaned, feeling the base of his stomach clench with anticipation. You were the sexiest woman he'd ever known, the most desirable person he'd ever laid eyes on. Barry needed you bad, and he had never felt closer to ecstasy in his life. You were making his vision white, and his thrusts were growing less precise and more desperate.

"Mmm," you whispered in his ear, rolling your hips to meet his. The gesture made Barry move even sloppier. The foreplay from the night was taking its toll on the both of you; it wasn't going to take either of you too long to reach euphoria. "I'm so close, Barry."

"Baby girl..."

At the sound of the name, you pulled his lips to meet yours. Barry kissed you back without hesitation, the embrace making him moan into your mouth. The feeling had both of you crying out in pleasure within seconds, hanging onto to one another as you both calmed in the chaos of the night.

Barry rolled off of you after a few moments, panting hard as he caught his breath. He had one hand on his heart, his eyes shut as he remembered how good you had just felt around him. You were panting yourself, licking your lips as you tasted the sweat of his body on your mouth. In a flash of red and white, you realized you and Barry were clothed in a few seconds. You had your undergarments on, and he was in a pair of sweats and without a shirt. You rolled over onto your stomach, your hair fanning out on your back and around your shoulders.

You ran a hand through your hair, pulling out the tangles with your fingers. You turned to look at Barry, and he was already looking at you. You smiled a little, and he bit his lip as his eyes took in your figure. He reached his hand out to brush stray hairs behind your ear. You scooted close to him, one hand on his chest as you settled into his side.

"There's something wrong with us," you said in a light tone. Barry shrugged his shoulders, but he didn't disagree. There was silence between the two of you, a comfortable silence. You let your fingers trail lines around his abdomen, fitting between the lines of his toned muscles.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Barry said softly. He tiled your chin up to look at him, his fingers tickling you as they ran over the surface of your lips. "But this is good. Whatever this is...this is good."

"People aren't going to approve," you warned him, his thumb still tracing the skin of your mouth. Barry licked his own lips, wetting them to get a rouse out of you. It was working.

"I've been in a lot of relationships people don't approve of," Barry replied, smiling down at you. You shook your head, biting the inside of your cheek. It didn't matter how much Barry had showed you his love; there was a nagging voice in the back of your head telling you that tomorrow would be different, that Barry wouldn't feel the same.

"I've got a past, Barry. I can't just walk away from this, I..." You couldn't even finish, your satisfied heart becoming numb with uncertainty. Barry brought you out of your trance, his breath against your nose.

"Everybody's got something they're hiding. We'll figure it out."

"I'm gonna make your life hell, Barry."

"God, if this is hell, I'm never making it to heaven."

OMG, amores, you have no idea how long this shit took me to write. I am pretty satisfied with the ending, but dios mio, it's so long. I have never done an imagine this long, and I probably won't for awhile. I seriously need to know when to stop writing. BUT please give me some love and comments because it took me so long, and I have such a hard time writing it. I am pretty happy with it, and it's definitely you guys that motivate me. Thank you so much for your constant love and support; please don't be afraid to inspire me with your ideas.

Adios, con mucho amor, B.