the zone (westallen smut week) / chapter one: falling off
A.N: I know, I know. It's been a very long while. And I'd love to give you a long-winded explanation as to why I seemingly dropped off the face of the fanfiction-writing earth because lord knows I was still reading them! but really, all it was, was a malfunctioning laptop and A Level exams. Sue me.
I PROMISE to update my two other stories super duper soon, really. Consider this an apology present.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
[title based off of the song produced by full crate.]
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EARTH 37
They rocked in the dark. Hair was pulled, skin was nipped and bruised as the two bodies clashed, almost angrily, on the living room floor.
"Barry," she breathed, nails gripping the nape of his neck; his skin rose in goosebumps in response. Her full lips teased his earlobe, pink tongue slipping out to taste the saltiness of his sweat.
"I-Iris," he murmured in response. His full hands came to wrap around the satiny brown skin of her ass, palming the cheeks as he pushed her further onto the base of his dick.
Iris groaned, her eyes flashing green in her lust; Barry's wrists chafted against the touch of her powers and it only fuelled his fire - with speedy precision he had her on her back, two fingers travelling downwards to find the moist heat of her slit.
Pinned down, Iris stared up into Barry pupils, blown wide in their sun-soaked (and stolen) room. "Please," she whispered, straining her chest up towards him. Her dark areolas glistened, and with a growl he flashed down to take her right nipple into his mouth; his wandering hand buried deep into Iris' wetness, and his other hand went up to clap a hand over her open mouth.
"Take it," he muttered around her breast. She whimpered in response, her hips desperately angling more and more towards the two fingers burying deep inside her. He could smell the sex and it turned him on more; all hands were ripped from her orifices and with a thrust his dick was in her, ramming in and out again with reckless abandon.
Iris bit back a scream, and her powers lost control - the delicate items in the room broke suddenly; the sound echoed along with Barry's sudden roar as he climaxed - his eyes glowed red, his body vibrated all at once bringing Iris to her peak as she screamed, clawing his back to leave red scratches.
Panting, Barry slumped over her, palming her breasts with one hand and tenderly kissing her collarbone. Too spent, Iris wearily slid her fingers into the soft and damp curls over his hair; she marvelled at his shiver.
"This doesn't change anything." She murmured, peppering soft kisses along his jawline.
The Reverse Flash looked down at Central City's saviour and smiled, both parts wry and regretful.
"Sure it doesn't."
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I'll be posting like four in one day. I really am sorry.
- westallening