Public- Garfield Logan k-link
Summary: Your Bludhaven apartment balcony makes for good late-night entertainment, doesn’t it? Pairing: Garfield Logan x Male!!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Tags/Warnings: Teen Titans Academy references but it’s nothing major, public sex, balcony sex, telepaths reading minds, second-hand horny, hand job (r receiving), anal fingering, getting caught fantasy, biting, getting caught, nipple sucking (Gar receiving)
“Now— if I can ask the rest of the faculty to join me,” Kory leans to the side and you nearly flinch, pushing off from the wall you’d been pressed against for what felt like an hour.
“Wait, are we talking too?” Gar whispers to you and Vic. “Am I supposed to say something?!”
“It would be better if you didn’t,” You hum, reaching behind his back and giving Vic a fist bump. You, Gar, Vic, Donna, Rae, and Dick stand behind Kory as she continues her speech until it’s time to send the kids off to wherever.
Teen Titans Academy is officially in action— you can only imagine how it’ll go with a bunch of teenagers with superpowers living in the same place all day every day—but that’s neither here nor there. It’s just your job as one of the original Titans to be a teacher, to honor Roy and the sacrifices he made.
Currently, though, you were celebrating Dick’s birthday. Eh, you were. Somehow you ended up on the docks of the building, eating a slice of cake while watching the waves crash into each other.
“Thought I missed you,” Gar’s laugh catches your attention and you look up, seeing him leaning over you, hands on his hips and a stupid party hat perched on the top of his head. “What’re you doing out here?” Shrugging, he wipes some frosting on your nose before sitting down next to you. Watching him, you wipe the frosting off with your thumb and then wipe it on the edge of your plate.
Once he’s settled, you feel his pinky brush against yours before he hooks them together. “It’s quiet here,” He notes. “Was it too loud inside?”
“No,” Shaking your head, your eyes travel down to the boat the students had arrived on. “I just have this feeling that something’s gonna go wrong. I scoured the building before coming out here, and nothing.” Shaking your head, you use your free hand to run across your neck.
“But the feeling is still there?” He finishes, watching as you nod. “Does it ease your mind that any threats would definitely not stand a chance against us and about a hundred teenagers with crazy powers?”
Laughing, you miss his smile. “Yeah, it does. Thanks, Gar,”
“Anytime, babe,” He winks. “Ready to go back or do we need some more time?” Preemptively, he pulls his feet back up on the ledge and you nod, standing up with him.
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Gar could tell it was still on your mind when you went back to your Bludhaven apartment. When you stepped out of the shower, still wet with a pair of boxers on because you’d forgotten to grab a robe and clothes he knew. It was time to take matters into his own hands.
It was dark, the sun had since set and the wind had gotten chilly in the night air. By that point, you were dry and your nose was buried in your laptop, combing through footage from the academy before he shut it. “Gar,” You grumbled as he pulled you to your feet.
“You can check it later,” He dismissed, giving you a smile that disarmed any rebuttals you had lined up. “Let’s enjoy the night, yeah?”
The balcony was big enough that you had a small table and two chairs in a corner, and a plant that you had to replace at least once a month because it kept dying. But he didn’t move for the chairs, choosing to lean against the railing of the glass fence instead. It was easy to tell he was waiting for you, his head tilted back and eyes cautiously hopeful. When you stood next to him, he immediately leaned into you as though you were a furnace and he’d come back from a snow storm.
“What’re they thinking?” He whispers, pointing over at a group of men walking down. You hum, crossing your arms on the cold banister while focusing in on them. Gar watches, not them but you, his eyes trained on your face as your eyes flicker across their bodies.
“They’re bummed cause the guy in the middle got a girlfriend— there was a bet between them and their girlfriends that he was gay. The middle one is panicking because there is no girlfriend but he knows about the bet and is secretly hurt. He’s bi,”
“Them!” He points to a small family exiting an ice cream shop. Looking at him, unamused, he pouts and you give in.
“The mom hates her flavor but because her daughter picked it out, she’s gonna eat it. The dad is about to spill that he bought them tickets to Disney— it’ll be their first time out of the state.” He awes before pointing out another person. “He’s happy because he got a promotion, he just bought wine for him and his wife to celebrate.” Another. “She’s trying to figure out if she made the right choice moving here— she didn’t. She misses… Jesus Christ, who moves from Star City to here?”
“What about them?” He points at a giddy couple, walking hand in hand, singing some song.
Inhaling, you blink over to them and immediately exit their mind. “They’re both thinking about having sex. They went to a toy store, the bag has a honey packet and some toys,”
Gar pauses before he snorts. “Honey packets don’t work,”
Turning to him, you cross your arms over your chest. “Oh, ‘cause you’d know? Who you been fucking?” Because if he had, you would’ve seen that stupid packet or he would’ve at least mentioned it. Even in passing.
“Just you—“ He swears, standing straight. “Vic got me one as a joke— we were at the tower like four months ago. Didn’t get a boner,” Looking him up and down, you decide to believe him. Four months ago they did go to the tower— the new one, not the academy tower— and Vic was there. And when he came home, he passed out almost immediately. “Wha— what about them?”
Ignoring the crack in his voice, you look back over the balcony at the two people walking in quick strides. “They’re rushing home because they’re gonna fuck. It’s their anniversary,” He notices a shift in your stance, hunching more before you adjust your boxers. He knows that adjust; tucking your dick into the waistband so the boner isn’t obvious.
Grinning ear to ear at his idea, he points at a couple who’d walked out from an alleyway. Something you hadn’t seen. “Them?” His hand slides over your back, his fingernails lightly scratching along your skin before he squeezes the flesh of your hip.
You blink over to them, your fist clenching almost immediately. “They just had sex, they want more.”
“What about me?” You falter for a second, pulled from their minds and have to stop yourself from immediately entering his.
“Gar—“
“I don’t mind,” He shrugs, leaning in close. “Tell me what I’m thinking about?” His lips ghost over yours, his nose brushing up your cheek before you give in.
“You’re…” You breathe, holding the back of his neck as you explore his mind. “You’re thinking about fucking me, right here, right now... Thinking about bending me over the railing or the table. Me riding you on the chair,”
He grins, his sharp teeth catching your lip as he slowly kisses you. “And what do you think about that?”
“I think we should,”
In an instant, his mouth is on yours, his hands grabbing the elastic of your boxers and tugging them down. You hiss at the feeling of the wind slapping against your dick, the soft breeze running along your shaft before he wraps his fingers around it. He slowly strokes you, swallowing your moans in the kiss. Raising your right arm towards the open door, you feel the bottle of lube fly into it and hand it to him. Gar takes it and settles on his knees while spinning you around so you’re facing the street.
Holding onto the banister, you lean over, moaning as he kisses your ass cheeks while pouring some of the lube onto his fingers. “Ready?” He asks, watching as you nod and spread your legs for better access. Slowly, he pushed one finger inside, working your fluttering hole before adding another finger.
Dropping your head, you see people walking below and cover your mouth in hopes that none of them spot you. He notices and chuckles, working his fingers faster, ears perked up for each moan that slips through your fingers. He continues until you’re stretched, sure that he could add another finger if he tried and slowly stands up, kissing along your body on his way.
When he reaches your neck, he inhales, dragging his nose across your exposed skin. You shudder, looking back at him while he grabs his dick, tapping it against your ass before lining himself up with you. Pushing the tip inside, you reach back, holding his hip and trying to push him further inside. “Just wait,” He says, watching as a group of people leave a bar. He’s seen them every week, knows their routine and once the woman in green heels stumbles, he shoves himself inside, perfectly timed with when they start laughing loudly.
You moan louder than you intended to, jaw dropping and rush to hold onto the banister. “You always say it’s about timing,” He whispers while slowly moving. Panting in your ear, he slides one of his hands to your thigh, lifting it up until your knee rests on the railing before he starts fucking into you. Holding onto his shoulder, you see yourself in the reflection of the window across the street, see your dick smacking against the glass, Gar’s nails digging into the plump flesh of your thigh.
His lips attach to your shoulder, sucking along the skin. “Mm, don’t worry, baby,” He mutters, lip curling as a moan ripples through his body, your head dropping back into his shoulder. “I got you, I got you,” Weakly, you nod, wrapping your arm up to hold the back of his head before bringing him down into a kiss.
“Wanna get their attention?” He grins, pulling away to see your eyes widen, any words stopped by a moan that makes your chest cave in, eyes fluttering shut. “Just kidding,” Nipping your ear, he looks down at the people. There’s more now, it’s probably some event at the bar. “But imagine— ah— it. Seeing you getting fucked silly, you can’t even speak,”
Shaking your head, you hold back a grin. “You’re sick— fuck— they’d know it’s us,” It’s undeniable, with his green skin and your eyes so yellow they gleam in the dark. You’d be on front pages, local channels— Beloved Titans Heroes caught in a sexual act on apartment balcony.
“You could make them forget,” It’s not as though he’s trying to convince you, but he knows the idea makes your skin hot. The reason you’d gotten an apartment with so many windows, the curtain too thin to even block out the moon light. “Forget how I’m fucking you, my dick shoved inside of you. You’re bent over the balcony— look, she’s about to look up. You think she’ll stare and watch you get fucked until you cum all over the class?” You whine at his words but make the two of you invisible just as the woman looks high enough.
Tilting your neck as his lips attach to it, you hiss at the feeling of his sharp canines digging into your flesh. He pulls away just before it would’ve drawn blood, licking the bite marks as he’s making them. “You’re squeezing me,” He grunts. “You close, baby? Is it ‘cause she’s looking?”
“N-no,” You whimper, the edges of your eyes pricked with tears.
He switches his hold, sliding his hand down to the back of your knee and does the same for your other leg before lifting you up. “Gar!” Your head snaps back to him, only seeing his toothy grin.
He adjusts you a little, letting your back press firmly against his chest. “What? I’ve been working out,” It doesn’t take longer than a second before he’s back to fucking you. Your legs are bouncing with each sharp thrust, dick flopping wildly while you’re trying to find something to hold. His shoulders, his head, his wrists— fuck, you can’t seem to get a good enough grip. Your head is spinning and the invisibility drops, your concentration on that broken.
“Why don’t you touch your pretty dick, huh?” He offers, voice breathy. “I know I haven’t given him enough attention,” Reaching down, you close your eyes as your fist wraps around your dick, stroking it to the same pace Gar is fucking you.
He sees your chest shifting as your breathing goes ragged, stomach trembling as your thighs tighten in his hold. Quietly, he counts down, getting to one as you bite your knuckles, white cum spurting out from your dick. It sprays wildly, getting on the floor, the glass and the metal railing— you gasp when some of it flies over the railing and lands on the pavement. “Oops,” Gar pulls back from the edge, sitting on the chair and turns you on his lap so that you’re facing him.
“C’mon,” His nail drags over your nipple, eyes on your face as you shudder and buck into him. “Sorry, you’re still sensitive, right?” He teases, rubbing his thumb over your twitching tip.
“You’re an ass,” Grabbing his shoulder and thigh, you start to rock into him. Your hips are making waves while he tosses his head back, hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Aw, are you sensitive, baby?” He shakes his head at that, clearly amused. Rocking, you reach forward and latch your mouth onto his nipple. Lightly biting on it, you watch as he covers his mouth, shaking under your touch. When your tongue meets the sensitive flesh, he bucks into you. Switching sides, you know he’s close when his hands grasp your ass, slamming you down on him before he stills.
Keeping you there, Gar slowly exhales, lifting his head up while you sit back, panting. “Don’t look now,” He pants. “But Donna is on the roof behind us.” Turning only yourself invisible, he shouts and Donna cackles, covering her eyes.
