slowburn, ra's al ghul
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for centuries, ra’s al ghul has walked the earth.
from sitting beside emperors in persia to witnessing celebrations in constantinopole. he had seen every style, tradition, every masterpiece history had to offer.
eventually, beauty became familiar and talent became expected— nothing surprised him anymore
so when one of ra’s business associates insisted he attend a small gathering to witness an up-and-coming belly dancer, ra’s accepted only out of courtesy. he didn’t expect anything much, just another pleasant performance from a dancer
but of course, that all changed the moment you stepped into the lantern light
your costume was beautiful, but it looked more beautiful on you— seemingly designed to catch every flicker of light from the lanterns with each intricate thread and tiny crystal accents making your body glow. there was a thin veil covering the lower part of your face but see-through, only revealing your eyes
and as the music started and you began to move, it made ra’s slowly lift his gaze from the goblet in his hand with realization— you weren’t dancing to the music, the music was dancing to you
every movement felt impossibly deliberate, tiny isolations rolling through your body like ripples over still water. each turn carried purpose and each gesture seemed to tell a story older than language itself
ra’s al ghul has seen thousands of dancers. yet, for the first time in decades, he forgot to blink— he dared not to.
and it wasn’t just him but the entire room too. servants stopped pouring wine, courtiers forgot their conversations, and the league assassins standing guard along the walls had turned their heads toward the performance
applause erupted when the music ended, cheers and claps replacing the music. but you didn’t just stand there or thank anyone
normally, people would lower their gaze whenever they met his.
but instead, you turned to ra’s’ direction and met with his eyes— the same green eyes that you felt on you for the entire performance— and slowly gave him a graceful bow before lifting your head up to meet with his gaze once again
amist the cheers, ra’s remained perfectly with his gaze never leaving yours. your eyes spoke more than words, and he found himself unable to look away
as soon as the gathering was over, ra’s only had one thing in mind— to find out who you were. and when he did, he invited you. and again. and again.
league banquets, diplomatic feasts, private celebrations, all so much that whenever ra’s al ghul— the demon’s head and founder of the league of assassins— hosted an evening, you were there
unlike every patron you ever worked for, ra’s never requested for private performances. because he wanted you to dance for everyone, to show everyone what centuries of living had failed to give him until now— you
as for you, you were no fool. ra’s always stared at you for a second too long after your performance ended, his emerald eyes following every measured step you took. the way your body moved and rolled to the music, the precision of your hands and the discipline in your posture
every night, an image of you would always pop up in his head. how your outfit glimmered on your skin and how your body moved in ways that ra’s couldn’t stop thinking about it, about how you enchanted him
it felt less as performing for others and more performing for him
tonight, he hosted a banquet filled with representatives from across the globe. of course, you were there, dancing gracefully. and when the performance ended, nobles approached to offer you compliments
one of them being a wealthy arms broker, a drunk one
“you dance beautifully” he slurred, eyes filled with lust and an obvious look that he drank more than he could handle. you just gave him a forced smile, thanking him
but before you could step away, his hand grabbed your wrist. you turned with your eyes widened, almost wincing from how tight his grip was. but before you could yell at him to let go, a calm voice echoed across the hall
“remove your hand”
ra’s al ghul slowly walked behind you, his voice and presence making the room freeze. someone like him didn’t raise his voice to get to the point; he didn’t need to
the man laughed awkwardly, his grip tightening on your wrist. “i meant no disrespect” you don’t know what made you scrunch his nose, his breath or his sorry try of an excuse
ra’s took one measured step forward, till he was standing behind your shoulder and looking down at the man with a cold, calculated look. “remove your hand” he wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding
the man finally released you, making you instinctively rub at the faint red marks on your wrist. ra’s’s eyes lingered on your wrist before returning to the man. “leave”
silence swallowed the room as the man was quietly escorted away. everyone in the room knew that had ra’s held his gaze longer on the man, he likely wouldn’t have lived long enough to apologize
after ra’s ended the banquet earlier, a voice was heard from behind the doors of his chambers. “my lord” an assassin spoke. “the dancer wishes to see you, shall i let her in?”
a beat. then, ra's responded, “let her in”
a few moments later, the doors opened and you stepped inside. the sight of ra’s greeted you, standing near the window with his back turned and hands behind him. “my lord” you spoke
“you wished to speak to me?”
“i wanted to thank you”
that made ra’s turn around, his expression unreadable as he watched you step forward, your veil still on as you continued. “you did not have to intervene--"
“i did” an immediate answer from the demon’s head. you looked down briefly at your wrist before meeting his gaze again. “most people would have him punished for insulting their authority” you said, taking another step closer. “you punished him because he disrespected me”
and there, did you see his expression shift only for a second. “you notice too much” ra’s pointed out, making you smile. “i dance for a living, noticing things is what i do”
your response earned the smallest hint of amusement from him, a rare thing and almost impossible to see unless you knew where to look
“i wanted to offer you something”
“something?”
“a private performance”
the words surprised him— not because he disliked the idea, because he had never asked for one, not once. because throughout all the months he had invited you to his gatherings, he had always allowed your art to belong to everyone
ra’s raised an eyebrow to your offer. “you’ve never offered that before” he mentioned and you responded. “and you’ve never asked”
silence passed before a quiet “no” left his lips. but you expected that answer from him, making you softly smile under the veil. “that’s why im offering”
you took another step closer without breaking eye contact. the close proximity made you realize how green his eyes were up close, how sharp and prominent his facial features were, how soft his lips looked
ra’s noticed your gaze on his lips and immediately darted back to his eyes, the air suddenly changing between you two.
instead of answering, he just silently looked at the gramophone that was in the corner of the room before looking back at you and waiting for what you would do— his way of saying yes
you held his gaze for one more second before stepping back and turning around to walk toward the gramophone. ra’s watched you place the needle onto the record, and the quiet crackle of the gramophone filled the room before the music slowly followed
for once, no guests were watching, no nobles waiting to be impressed, or assassins standing in the shadow. no one but him. and somehow, that made the moment feel far more intense
you turned back toward him, the soft glow of the room catching the edges of your figure as you began dancing while ra’s just stood there— and the moment you moved, ra’s noticed the difference in your dances
the performances you gave him were powerful, captivating. but this was different— quieter and closer. you were no longer dancing for a crowd, no need to impress or hold the attention of dozens of eyes-- only his
every movement of yours was slower and deliberate. the music no longer felt like something you followed, but more like something you controlled. each turn lingered just a moment longer, as if allowing him the time to notice every detail
and ra’s did— god, how could he not?
the same man who had watched centuries pass without surprise found himself completely absorbed by something as simple as a dance.
your eyes never left his for too long, watching his gaze slowly drift down to your body. before, you had enchanted the room. now, you were drawing him in. and judging by the way ra’s slowly walked to a chair and sat down to properly watch you, it was working
the music— slower, softer-- filled the silence between you, yet he found himself focusing less on the melody and more on the way you moved with it. his expression was unreadable as ever, but you noticed the smallest changes with him— you always did
the way his gaze followed every movement without hesitation and how his attention never drifted, not even for a moment. all he could look at, all he could focus on was you
your movements continued, slower than before as the jewels in your outfit moved with your body
slowly, you moved closer to him and continued to dance before lowering yourself down, making ra’s instinctively spread his legs and watch you with half-lidded eyes. you slowly stood back up, never once breaking eye contact and mirroring the look he had— passion
and once the music ended, so did your performance as you stood and stared at him with the same quiet intensity that had held him captive since the very beginning
you gave him a graceful bow— like always— but before you could look up, a hand tilted your chin up and your eyes caught ra’s’s once again. your breath caught slightly, watching him dart his eyes to the sheer veil that covered your face
his gaze lingered on the sheer veil before returning to your eyes as his fingers, still beneath your chin, shifted just enough to trace the edge of the veil. the touch was careful, almost reverent as though he were handling something rare.
you felt his hand moving to the fastening of the veil near your cheek, purposely slow for you to stop him— but you didn’t. and soon, the fabric around your face loosened and fell onto the floor.
you or ra’s didn’t look down at it, because this was the first time he looked at your face with nothing covering it.
his gaze analyzed every feature of your face, almost trying to commit it to memory— your cheekbones, your nose, your chin, and god, your lips. soft and tempting, almost inviting
ra’s’s thumb traced your lips, his touch making your gaze turn into anticipation. you felt his thumb drag on your bottom lip, making you slightly part your lips and gently bite his thumb. from there, you saw his gaze darken
all those centuries of patience, of control, they were at its last straw— all from you
he took his thumb out and gently wrapped his hand around your neck to pull you into a small kiss to test the waters. and god, you tasted so divine on his mouth— an insatiable taste that he couldn’t help but crave more.
and when he felt your soft lips kiss him back, that last straw he was so desperatly holding onto broke
ra’s broke the kiss only to meet with your lips with another one, but one that was hungrier. one that almost made you stumble back. one that was all teeth, tongue and carnivorous. one that broke all the restrain ra’s al ghul had in his body
you moaned softly into his mouth when he bit your bottom lip, cupping his face with your hands and feeling his facial hair. your touch made ra’s hold back a groan, sliding an arm around your waist and leading you to the bed. all without breaking apart from the kiss
even when he laid you down on the bed and hovered on top of you, ra’s couldn’t dare part his mouth away from yours. not when you didn’t want him to stop. not when he needed more of you.
you were about to take off your outfit until ra’s took his hand away from your neck to pin your wrists above your head to stop you, letting out sounds as you felt him trailing his lips down your neck
“leave it on” his voice was thick and husky as he murmured on your skin, leaving bite marks all over your neck and not caring if they were too visible. you felt ra’s’s other hand slowly slide down, brushing on your exposed stomach before slipping underneath the hem of your skirt and pushing your panties aside.
“my lord” you gasped, feeling the tip of his finger just out the entrance of your cunt. his touch made you feel like your body was on fire, the kind that instinctively made you arch your back and spread your legs for more
“look at you” ra’s smirked on your skin, pulling away from his map of hickeys he covered your neck with to face you. “already so wet and eager, yet i hardly touched you properly” your arousal was so evident it was coating the tip of his finger
“my lord, please—“ you let out a moan from ra’s inserting one, thick finger into your needy pussy. and another, both of them stretching your tight walls. ra’s had to hold back a sound from how warm you felt, his cock slowly hardening in his pants
“please what?” he hummed, slowly moving his digits in and out of your pussy. you could basically hear his actions from the slight wet sounds coming from between your legs. “use your words”
damn bastard was enjoying this, watching you crumble and become desperate more for his touch
“i need you… all of you”
“patience, my dear. for it is a virtue”
you’ve been patient ever since you first danced for him. but god, the heat slowly pooling in your stomach wasn’t
ra’s was watching you, eyes not daring to part from yours, just like the first time you danced for him. he whispered to you, lips hovering from your bruised ones. “all those months of watching you—"
“and not able to to bring you here-"
“heavens, if i knew you felt the same way, i would have bedded you earlier ago”
his fingers started to speed up and even curling at all the right spots he found so easily. your pants became heavier and your sounds grew, chest rising up and down from the sensations your body was experiencing from the pace
“t-there, my lord— ohh god!” and right where your lips fully parted, feeling the knot in you about to snap, ra’s retracted his fingers out with a lewd sound. “uh uh, not yet” his fingers were lightly coated with your arousal
you were so close, and all you could do was stare at him with those wide, blown-out eyes in slight shock from your orgasm being taken away.
ra’s brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean from your evidence. “mm, absolutely divine” he commented, capturing your lips into another carnal kiss and whispering on them. “taste how lovely you are”
you let out a breathless sigh, tasting yourself on his tongue before he broke the kiss and pulled back to strip the luxurious fabric off his body one by one
and god, was he marvelous.
his chest was larger than you thought, with body hair on both his chest and arms. it was built and toned with muscle and excessive use of the lazarus pits over the years. in short, he was built like a greek god
“on your stomach, now”
slowly, you turned your body to lie on your stomach and brought your ass up. the faint clinks of the crystal accents of your skirt were heard when ra’s pushed it up to take off your panties and throw them somewhere in his chambers
“breathe” he murmured, taking his hard cock and lining it up with your aching cunt. and the moment ra’s started to slowly insert the tip, a choked gasp left your lips and your hips jerked out of reaction at first. but his grip on your hips— the same ones that mesmerized him for months— held you still
ra’s al ghul was big and he knew it, having done this before with other women in the past centuries.
“breathe” ra’s repeated, slowly pushing more of his length and knocking his head back to let out a rare groan from how tight you were sucking him in. “that’s it, you can take it for me”
“b-but my lord—"
“you can take it, just breathe”
doing as he said, you took a shaky breath as your hands dug into the sheets, tears starting to form in your eyes at his size. it felt like getting split in half, your poor pussy fluttering all over him and trying its hardest to take in every inch of his cock
soon, his cock would be fully buried in you till the hilt. and god, the view ra’s had would rival the snowy sights of the himalayan mountains
you, face buried in the pillows and ass pressed to his hips as your pussy took him in ways even the great ra’s al ghul had never experienced before
“what a splendid view” ra’s murmured to himself, his hands on your hips tightening— the same hips that he had always imagined gripping onto ever since he saw you move them for the first time-- while you felt the pain slowly turn into pleasure.
“please… move, my lord”
“as you wish”
he didn’t waste time at all whatsoever, nor did he start slow. once ra's moved, he immediately set a rhythm— a rhythm that was rough and deep it felt more filling and intense with the size of his large cock in you
“marvelous” he gritted his teeth. “absolutely marvelous”
his gaze was stuck on the way your ass kept slapping against his balls, the way your back arched juuuust right for ra’s to hit all the right angles in you, the way your pussy was coaxing him to go deeper and faster from how warm she was. it appears that the demon’s head was what you call pussy drunk
moans and whimpers kept leaving your lips, the crystals in your outfit bouncing with each thrust his hips was sending to your pussy. it was hard not to focus on anything but the way he filled you up with just his size alone, the tip hitting deep in you.
god, it all felt too much— in a really, really good way
“look how delightful you are under me” ra’s grunted, watching the fat of your ass move within each thrust. “putting on another show for me, aren’t you?”
poor you couldn’t even respond to him, far too occupied with how good ra’s was fucking you. it made your eyes water and roll to the back of your head from the intensity of his thrusts, blabbering on about how big he was as you arched your back for more
the sounds heard in the room were downright filthy. along with your sounds and occasional grunts from ra’s, it was mostly wet and lewd sounds of clap!clap!clap!’ repeating over and over
his hand left your hip to tilt your head up by your throat and insert two fingers in your mouth, the same ones that he fingered you with. you moaned muffedly, sucking and swirling your tongue around his digits and tasting the faint remains of your arousal.
ra’s lowered himself, the new angle allowing him to hit deeper in you as he hovered over your head. “look at me” he ordered. when you looked up at him, tears watery and mouth filled with digits, he couldn't help but send a thrust harder just to see your face contort with pleasure, eyes widening and lips parting even more to let out a loud moan despite your mouth filled with his fingers-- masochist bastard
“i want to watch you break—" thrust. “to squirm under my grasp—" thrust. “to hear your sounds” thrust.
“im—" your words were muffled, cracked, desperate. “im close”
ra’s could tell by the way your face twisted with anticipation, your pussy pulsing around him like crazy and the pants leaving your busy lips. it made him take his fingers out and smear your saliva around your lips before sliding his hand back down to your throat to hold you still and kiss you from behind— messy, passionate, hungry, everything that was the opposite of soft
“come for your lord”
his words and the last deep thrusts of his was enough for you to send you over the edge and moan on his lips as your orgasm finally washed over you, pussy clamped all over his twitching cock as your mouth opened on ra’s’s from the ecstasy your body was buzzing with
you broke the kiss and collapsed your head onto the pillows, panting and whimpering from ra’s’s brutal thrusts not stopping, allowing you to ride your orgasm through
a grunt was heard from ra’s, feeling his own climax approach as he laid his forehead on the nape of your neck. but before he could even think about pulling out, your breathless words came out
“don’t pull out”
that was all the confirmation ra’s needed, biting your shoulder to hold back his own sounds and giving you one last thrust before he came, thick loads of cum buried deep and oozing in your cunt. the warmth of his orgasm made you let out a pleasured sigh, pressing your ass to sink his cock more as his thrusts slowed down to fuck his cum in you
once his climax washed out, both you and him were a panting mess with his cock still in your pussy.
slowly, ra’s pulled out from you with a satisfied sigh. his cock was mixed with both of your fluids, the evidence from your pussy dripping down on your thighs
he flipped you over your back, gaze stuck at yours— a panting mess. saliva was smeared all over your swollen lips, eyes dazed from the intensity of your orgasm as your afterglow made you radiate underneath ra’s
his lips hovered over yours, still holding eye contact before closing his eyes and giving you another kiss— soft, slow, different than the carnal ones he previously gave you before
there did ra’s al ghul realize. that all this time of walking down to earth led him to this— to you
and that he would wait centuries again just to see you dance for the first time
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a/n: literally was talking w @gr0und-zer00 about this idea and it suddenly turned into a trade w @twentytomidnight HELPP
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