Self Indulgent
Arkham Knight x reader
Warnings: Intercourse? Lol? Spitting, cursing, ‘public’ sex but there’s no consequence or alluding to being caught
Word count: 1,899 words
Credit to @anitalenia for the ribbon dividers! Very cute!
THIS ONE IS SMUT. I WILL QUIETLY SLIDE IT ACROSS THE TABLE TO YOU- GET OUTTA HERE (joking, of course)
I would like it if people who are under eighteen avoid commenting on this post, but that’s all.
“Stop— Jay, quit it,” you scowled, backing away.
“I won’t. Not unless you’re serious,” he snarled back, voice warped under that helmet.
His hands found your wrists, pulling them up above your head and taking them both in one hand, holding you against him.
“And I know you’re not…” he murmured, a softer lilt to his voice as he tilted his head. Like he was taunting you for even pretending.
He was so mean.
“Tell me angel. If you're serious, you know the words you have to say,” he continued, his free hand finding your waist.
His hand slid around to your spine, easily using his own weight against you and his grip on your wrists to lift you onto the raised ledge of the building. Not to threaten you. Not in that way.
No, if he was going to hurt you, it was going to be with his own hands. He had no intention of shoving you off a building.
“So quiet now…”
He finally thumbed at the notch along his jaw, the helm of his Arkham Knight get-up whirring out of place to reveal his face.
He wasted no time, biting at your bottom lip.
Hard.
“You gave me so much lip a minute ago… where’s that attitude, baby…” he mocked softly.
His expression was never sharp when he did this to you.
He didn’t hate you, he wasn’t mad at you. Far from it. This was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind.
“You’re the worst,” you breathed, but god, his visage was so soft you just wanted to bite him—
“You’re thinkin’ too loud,” he hummed, cupping your face as he finally kissed you.
His hand guided you back until you were draped over the lip of the roofing.
Finally, he let you go, his hands busy roaming your frame, digging into your soft parts.
Your hands found their way into his hair, gently dislodging his helm from the crown of his head to set it aside.
He didn’t seem to mind.
His breathing was soft, warm across your face when he pulled away. Not for long, as his teeth found your cheeks, chin, jaw, all the way down your neck.
He wasn’t super talkative like this.
Not until later, anyway.
He was too busy listening for any noises you were making.
“How’s that, pretty… gonna start listening t’me now?” He hummed, sucking a bruise to your neck as he worked your clothes off.
“No— Jay! Anyone could—”
“What. See your boyfriend doing his job?” He interrupted.
“Who cares…” he whispered, finally tracing his fingers along you.
He almost growled at the odd, stuttered sound that escaped you.
The cold metal and rough fabric of his gloves against you made you jolt.
“Can’t take it?” He mocked, his free hand grabbing your hip to keep you still.
“Don’t tell me you can’t. I won’t believe you.”
There was only so far he’d go with that, at least. Ignoring your limits, that is.
He did care, obviously.
He didn’t mind any squirming you ended up doing, he wasn’t going to mock or punish you for it. He was steady enough that it didn’t matter; he didn’t have any concerns that your constant moving would cause him to hurt you.
Eventually, he unwrapped the panel that covered where the wrist of his suit and the glove overlapped. He pulled the fabric away from his fingers, licking them before slowly working them into you.
“Fuck— Jay—!”
“I know. Don’t move, I won’t move ‘em yet.”
Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth wasn’t very helpful, given how heavy your breathing was.
“My my… I neglected you, huh? You’re taking this harder than usual,” he pondered, almost to himself.
“Fuck you— don’t ignore me when you’re finger fucking me!”
He actually laughed. Not loudly. Not exactly obvious. It was a slight huff and a barely there smile.
“Sorry, angel.”
Eventually, he buried his middle and ring fingers all the way in, looking up at your face.
He wasn’t going to ask if you were okay, but he was watching for any sign that you weren’t.
He even waited an extra few seconds to make sure you were fine.
How sweet of him.
And then he was spreading his fingers slightly, pulling them almost all the way out before gently sliding them back in.
A groan left you, one that seemed to come from your guts and not your lungs.
He just hummed, barely picking up the pace.
“Jesus Christ don’t do this—” you rushed out, shifting in an attempt to get him deeper.
“What?” He asked, tilting his head and giving you that look that almost gave him a puppy-ish expression.
“Mmnghhh— you’re a nightmare,” you groused, voice pitching up when he curled his fingers the slightest bit.
“Well, an adult would use their words to tell me what they want,” he condescended, murmuring against your cheek.
“I’m not begging you, you freak,” you breathed.
He gave the tiniest snort, leaning back just enough to give you an amused look.
“Open your mouth.”
You knew he was going to prove a point with that demand, but you did as he asked anyway.
He leaned over you, opening his mouth to let a glob of spit drip from his tongue to yours, watching you almost immediately swallow.
“Uh-huh. What was that you were saying?”
He crooked his fingers just right, pumping them in a bit faster.
“Fuck fuck— Jay!”
“Oh. I lost you, huh?”
He didn’t stop though, mellowing out in that way he did when he was particularly focused.
Your brain filled with fuzz as you watched his face, gasping and moaning when he found just the right spot to nudge.
Oh, his jaw, and his cheeks looked so soft, especially when his eyes were relaxed like that.
A frustrated groan escaped you because damn, he was cute. And the noise was surprisingly successful in startling him, his eyes darting up to your face.
“You okay—?”
“Don’t stop— mrghh, you’re just so handsome,” you panted, brows pinching as your head tilted back.
He blinked, processing what you’d said, still thrusting his fingers in at that faster pace before his expression notched up. A cute pinch between his brows as he tilted his head.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your face? Oh god wait—”
He didn’t.
Instead, he pulled his fingers out and shifted to lift your hips, shoving his face between your thighs.
A squeal escaped you before you could cut it off, hiccuping as he worked his tongue over you instead.
“Mmh, you wanna cum on this ‘handsome’ face then, you degenerate?” He grumbled.
That was when you realized, he was embarrassed.
You hadn’t said anything particularly out of the ordinary. Not enough for him to label you ‘a degenerate.’
He was just deflecting how flustered he was by trying to overwhelm you.
It almost made you laugh, if you weren’t so busy wailing his alias or a pet name. ‘Knight’ or ‘baby,’ subconsciously trying to keep from giving him away.
So much for being quiet in public…
“Mnggg—! So pretty— you’re so handsome, doing so good,” you sighed, a loud, wanton sound as you did your best not to kick your feet.
He ignored you, doubling down and adding his fingers back into the mix to force you to your peak. You couldn’t help twisting when he got you there and he easily grabbed your hip to still you.
You were still trembling, he was still pumping his fingers into you as he sat up closer for a kiss.
He looked somewhat relaxed for once, despite the red tinge persisting on the tips of his ears.
“You want more, or are you done?” He asked, voice soft.
“Don’t do that— I want you to feel good, too.”
He hummed, kissing your cheek.
“Pleasuring you does make me feel good. But, I know what you mean.”
He gently slid his fingers out of you, clearly intent on replacing them.
He pulled open his belt, leaving it in his belt loops, unzipping the camo pants he wore just enough to pull his cock from them.
“Deep breath,” he sighed, slowly canting forward just to press the tip into you.
“C’mon, breathe deep for me, angel.”
You did, and he waited until you’d filled your lungs entirely before pushing all the way in.
It made you release it all in a choked wail.
“That’s it, keep breathing… in and out, I’m not movin’ yet, gorgeous…” he grunted, that furrow between his brows returning as he panted quietly.
“I hate you,” you wailed softly, panting heavily.
“Awww, no you don’t, baby,” he mocked, giving a short, harsh thrust.
“See? Listen to you… so loud for someone you apparently ‘hate,’” he cooed.
He curled over you a bit, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pressing your knees to your shoulders.
“Mmm. Feel so nice…” he mumbled, finally getting to that point where he wasn’t speaking full sentences.
He was slow and controlled despite himself, humming with each heavy breath out as he pressed in slow and dragged back out.
You croaked when he pressed all the way back in, swallowing hard as your hips twitched.
He panted softly, leaning down to press his cheek against yours.
“Shhh… what’s wrong, baby, what’s wrong…” he whispered, cupping the back of your neck as his other hand held your hips up.
“So… ‘s so good,” you managed to breathe.
“Okay, okay,” he hushed, seating himself all the way inside before sitting still.
“Still feels nice? Yeah? Takin’ it really well, angel, you are, I promise.”
He waited. Waited until your expression pinched with frustration at his lack of movement before finally fucking you.
A little too rough, a lot faster than before as he pounded into you.
He held you tightly against him, curled over you, folding you in half as he rutted into you.
“I did neglect you— know I did, fuck! You know I don’t mean it, angel. Always wanna be with you, mnngg, just so busy,” he grunted, mumbling.
He hugged you tighter to him when he felt you squirm, tightening up.
“Mhm? So close, aren’t you? Filthy thing, wantin’ to cum on your boyfriend’s cock?”
“Jason, I swear to fucking god,” you gasped.
He huffed, pressing your knees up to your ears as he railed you slow, really dragging into you. Occasionally, he’d use his hips to rock yours, forcing himself as deep as possible.
“Don’t— don’t don’t don— mgghhg,” you groaned, like he’d forced it out of your lungs.
“Shhh, you’re fine. I know… I know. Almost done, you’re almost there,” he promised, reaching down to trace his fingers along the curve where your thighs met your pelvis, right next to where you wanted him.
Finally, finally, he hooked his pointer finger so he could rub the curve of his knuckle along your sweet spot.
He sighed, almost a happy sound while you wailed, reaching your release. He followed right after you, slowing down to work you through the aftershock before finally withdrawing.
He didn’t wait long to wipe you as clean as he was able to before dressing you back up.
“Let me give you head.”
“No,” he huffed, actually smiling a bit as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“We’ll do this proper when I get home. How’s that sound?”
A/n- Haven’t stopped thinking about that cutscene from Batman: Arkham Knight where he goes ‘Expected more? I’m hurt.’
POUT. THE POUTING?!
I HAD to write him Jesus Christ he’s so fucking cute and hot— anyway!
I did try to be vague enough that anyone could read this without being so vague that it was boring. Let me know if there’s anything I can change about this aspect to make it better!