ARROWVERSE IMAGINES

Leonard Snart x Reader

You're in your 20s
S1 of The Flash

⚠️Warning: Smut

|Requested|

Y/N's POV

"I told you, a million times, not to stop them on that street, you didn't listen to me, now there's a cop in the fucking hospital!" Leonard snaps as he approaches me, anger and frustration in his eyes.

"Be careful love, it would be a real shame if my finger accidentally slipped on the trigger of my gun." I smirk as I watch his anger only increase.

"This is your fault Y/N!" He yells, unlike his usual calm and collective self.

"If you do not lower your voice, I will fucking kill you, boyfriend or not!" Finally having enough of the disrespect, I snap, shocking the other two men next to us.

"Leave." I dismiss them, watching as they scurry off, taking the body of the man Leonard just killed, along with them.

"I should've never listened to you." He hisses, this time much more gently, regardless the damage has been done, his attitude appalling.

"You're damn lucky you did, now we know the red streak is in fact a man, and soon we will know of his identity." I explain and finally realisation seems to dawn upon him, a smirk forming itself onto his precious face.

"I never thought of that. That was very clever indeed Y/N." He smiles, closing the gap between us as his arm wraps around my waist.

"I know." I smirk, steadily joining my lips to his. The feeling of them colliding sending sensations throughout my body.

His stubble making direct contact with my neck as he sucks on the skin. His hands gripping my behind.

"Leonard, as much as I'd love to, I think it's more important we research into the Scarlet Speedster." I try and push away but he only shakes his head.

"How about." His long, cold, soft finger lifts in the air, stopping at my chest.

"We research." He carries on, his finger dangerously low and closer, my chest heaving up and down in the process.

"Ourselves." He finally completes, his fingers making direct contact with my V-neck, stroking it up and down suggestively. Lowering the hem of my shirt.

Unable to refrain, I wrap my arm around his neck, the other is feeling his abs under his shirt as he lifts me up.

Grinding my hips into his, feeling the warmth in his moans, I smirk as I suck on his bottom lip.

"I, will research, you." I tease, before I pull his face back to mine, my tongue licking over the top of his lips, waiting for him to finally submit to me.

Which he eventually does, when he can no longer stand as my hands wrap around his shaft, pumping it painstakingly slow, just to make sure he knows who did this to him.

His hands themselves are grabbing and poking at my ass, desperate for direct contact as he corners me into a wall. Both of us a mess for each other.

"Next time, you don't yell at me." I smirk into his ear, pushing him down onto the couch.

When he doesn't reply I sit myself on top of him, grinding in figures of 8, smirking as he struggles to breath.

"Yes boss." He submits much to my pleasure.

That's when I get to my work, and he gets to his, hands roaming each other's bodies sinfully. All night.

A/N
Didn't know how smutty you wanted me to go so I stopped here. :)

~xx