it’s called sleeper build!
tim drake x kent!reader, crack fic, fluff, suggestive, language, OOC lois and clark :)
fanart by @/pinghyu
“I could absolutely lift you,” your boyfriend argued for the twentieth from where he was sprawled on the living room carpet.
His shirtless body, was only clad in a pair of loose black sweatpants. The remnants of sleep still clinging onto his blue eyes and messy hair made him look all the bit more attractive to you and if it wasn’t for the kitchen counter and the couch separating you both, you would have jumped his bones. Again.
“Tim, sweetheart,” you started, trying to tell him that he was wrong as nicely as you could.
He had come over for the weekend over to your place and was doing crunches when he had the sudden great idea and asked you if he could bench press you. You –a half kryptonian who has on multiple occasions flown over buildings with him in your arms.
“No I know you’re freakishly strong and all but I’m a vigilante too. I train,” he frowned and got up from the carpet.
“I believe you! You know how much I love when you work out,” you smirked, watching his abs shining with a sheen layer of sweat that had covered his sculpted torso due to the million crunches he just did.
He took languid steps and walked over to where you were leaning forward on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in your hands. The drawstrings of his sweatpants were undone, causing them to fall dangerously low on his beautiful narrow hips and the way he let out chuckle was enough to let you know that he was aware of your eyes being glued to his body.
“Come here,” he murmured in his sleepy lazy voice and grabbed the coffee mug out of your hands.
“Tim,” you dramatically groaned when he came up behind you and snaked his hands under his shirt that you wore to bed last night. “You’re strong and muscular and have biceps I believe you.”
“I don’t think you do sweetheart,” he murmured lazily against your ear. “Just let me try,” he said in between soft and gentle kisses to your neck.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” you accidentally said –way too gone by the feeling of his lips on your skin. “You’re strong I know but I have super strength. You’re a cutie, you’re tech strong. And maybe Gotham strong,” you tried to reinstate which apparently only made it worse.
He halted his movements. Your heart almost dropped but you were already scrambling for things to say to make it better but he didn’t give you the chance as he whirled you around to face him.
“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow, pale blue eyes turning navy.
“I meant–” You began to speak but got cut off with how quickly he bent down and threw you over his shoulder. “Tim!” You screamed, flailing your arms to grip his bare torso in fear.
“Tech strong huh?” He goaded you on and landed a smack on your bare ass.
“Okay I get it!” You managed to speak. “Put me down now.”
“No, I need to work out some more,” he said and sat back down cross legged on the floor and manoeuvred you into his arms until he was holding you up like weights.
“You can’t just flail me around,” you complained but instead of replying he gave you a quick kiss and laid back on the carpeted floor.
“Hmm, perfect,” he said without even letting out a grunt and began moving you up and down in the air.
“I’m not a rag doll,” you huffed.
“You’re my doll,” he cheekily replied and you narrowed your eyes at him.
“You’re a competitive freak,” you chided.
“Maybe but I won didn’t I?” he smiled and craned his neck forward to press a kiss to your lips. “Okay weighted push ups,” he said next and pulled you down next to him.
“You won’t die if you miss one day Duckie,” you giggled.
“Yeah but my girlfriend thinks I’m ‘tech smart’ it’s about my dignity,” he said and moved into a plank before gesturing for you to sit on his back.
“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckled before latching yourself onto his back with your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “Go nuts boy wonder,” you whispered and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder.
“Count for me sweetheart,” he smugly said and began moving up and down.
“Okay you’ve made your point,” you said once he was done with at least twenty five pushups.
“Never underestimate me again,” he quipped and flipped you two in the blink of an eye so that you were now the one being pinned under him.
“You can’t blame me okay, you don’t look like a body builder,” you replied and pushed his hair off his forehead.
“It’s called a sleeper build. Look it up,” he narrowed his eyes at your teasing expression. “Now if you’ll be so kind as to lay there for me looking pretty, because I still have to do about fifty more.”
“What do you want me to do?” You asked but Tim soon responded by pecking you on the lips when he leaned down to do a push up. “Oh I see, you’re a full cheesy man today.”
“Call it what you want,” he shrugged and continued doing pushups with you pinned below him, giving you small pecks each time he came down.
“Okay enough,” you groaned after the twentieth and pulled him on top of you with your arms around his neck to give him a full kiss.
Tim chuckled into the kiss as he let himself fall limp on top of you. It was honestly a miracle how long he had been in that position but then again he’d been in that position in a lot different ways for a lot longer.
“Time for some cardio don’t you think?” He murmured against your lips as his fingers trailed up your bare thighs until he reached the waistband of your panties.
“Finally,” you huffed out dramatically and gave him a wet kiss on his collarbone.
He pressed hot kisses to your jaw, neck and collarbones –wherever he could reach before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “One of these days I’m gonna fuck you in my arms just so-”
“Hey honey!” A deep voice boomed in your apartment, coming from your front door. You didn’t need to look to know it was your father who you’d made the mistake of giving your keys to.
You pushed Tim off your body with a bit too much of your super strength that he landed against the couch. Ouch.
“Dad! Mom! Hey,” you scrambled to your feet and pulled Tim’s shirt down your thighs until it reached your knees.
“Is he one of Bruce’s?” Your mom asked your dad.
“Yeah the third one,” Clark replied with a sigh and eyed Tim with such a harsh look it almost scared you.
“Um hi,” Tim said sheepishly and gave your parents a little wave.
“Hey,” Lois chuckled and watched as Clark kept his gaze on Tim without saying a word like he was trying one of his intimidating tactics. She shut the apartment door behind them and grabbed the bag of pastries from Clark’s hands.
“Hi mom,” you said in a small voice.
“Get dressed both of you, we brought breakfast,” she smiled and pulled Clark into the kitchen with her. He was still watching Tim with his angry gaze which was anything but angry and made him look like an angry kitten. You knew your dad. You knew he hadn’t really been angry.
“Thanks,” you muttered and pushed Tim into your bedroom.
“Okay okay,” he began pacing the second you closed the door behind you. “I can leap out the window and–”
“Tim,” you laughed softly and laced his hands through yours so he could stop pacing. “It’s okay. We had to tell them someday.”
“Oh my god Kon!” Tim shuddered. “He will kill me. I was going to tell him. I just didn’t want–”
“Baby breathe,” you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you. “We just have to talk to my parents first and then we can tell Kon together. Before he finds us in a compromising position and I’ll be there too, if he tries to kill you I’ll punch him first. I’m also a Kent.”
“Right okay,” he let out a long breath and rested his forehead against yours. “I don’t usually wish I never knew superman but I’m wishing it right now.”
“He’s just acting you know he doesn’t actually hate you,” you chuckled and gave him a small kiss.
“Give me a real kiss,” he huffed and pulled you back into his chest to give you a long and slow kiss.
His lips moulded perfectly with yours while his tongue teased the seam of your lips. You could taste the coffee and apple he has for breakfast on his mouth but it was the most distinctive Tim Drake taste ever.
“I have laser vision!” Clark yelled from outside the door.
“Fuck dad!” You yelled back and pushed Tim off you.
“Be out here in thirty seconds or I’m calling Bruce.”
“Bruce would probably congratulate me for scoring to be honest,” Tim murmured and walked over to his bag pack to pull a hoodie out.
“I wouldn’t mind him tagging along for brunch to be honest,” you mindlessly said and pulled out a pair of shorts from your closet. “He’s kind of hot.”
Tim choked on his breath and let out a string of coughs. You looked at him, frowning but he just gave you a nauseated look in response.
“I put up so much with you,” he grumbled. “But don’t ever call Bruce hot again.”
“But he is!” You protested as you two walked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. “Mom help me out here. Bruce is hot right?”
“I mean objectively speaking…” Lois started.
“Kill me now,” Tim said and turned towards Clark.
“That’s it!” Clark announced. “You stay away from the Waynes. No more Gotham for you.”
“Sit down Clark,” Lois said and patted the dining chair next to her. “Tim, take a seat. It’s good to officially meet you. I’m Lois Lane-Kent,” your mom smiled at your boyfriend who finally looked a bit less green.
“Nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you from Kon,” Tim said politely, all his upper Gotham society manners spilling out as he sat down next to you on the dining table.
“Dad stop glaring at him. You literally know him,” you sighed after ten minutes when Clark still didn’t stop glaring at Tim.
“I know him as Bruce’s son. I don’t know him as a shirtless boy who was making out with my daughter on the floor like a heathen. Who knows what could have happened if we hadn’t come?” Clark rambled.
“Okay I was not making out with your daughter on the floor. I was working out and…” Tim trailed off, realising he actually didn’t know how to explain what was happening.
“But would you rather I be with some random guy who you don’t even know?” You said and lazily took a sip of your orange juice.
“I would rather he ask me for permission before courting my daughter,” Clark demanded.
“Right,” Lois snorted. “Like you asked my parents?”
“That’s different. I never defiled you on the floor.”
“Dad!” You gasped. “He was not defiling me what the heck!”
“He was on top of you! Naked!” Clark hissed.
It was safe to say the rest of the brunch went by excruciatingly slow and painful.
random blurb bc im in a writing slump!!!! sorry if its shite guys i literally cannot write for some reason
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