sharp teeth (requested! + nsfw) talia al ghul x fem!reader
mentions: wlw, rivals (almost enemies) with benefits, forced proximity (ish?), they have history, rough sex, tension, uhhh slight eye fucking?? ra's and your dad are clueless asf lol, grinding, degrading, groping, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex as cliffhanger, ik theres more i just cant find them (i SCREAMED when i saw this request oh my god this was by far one of my fav works ever ohhhh my god)
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you and talia al ghul had… history together, to say the least
well for starters, you two were already acquainted through your fathers— two of the most notorious and powerful men on the planet, who just so happened to be business partners.
talia remembered how despite standing beside her father’s side while he was talking with yours, her green eyes never left yours as you were standing beside your father as well. there were no words spoken to the two of you. but the eyes— they never lie
you thought that would be the last time you and talia would meet, but oh boy were you wrong
because you would run into her again but this time, her blade pressed against your throat. why? turns out that a shipment you've been tracking for months was the same one talia had come to steal “well, this is unexpected” talia mused softly, her green eyes glittering beneath the moonlight. the warehouse around you two burned with chaos, your men fighting hers— apparently your fathers’ partnership didn’t extend to their daughters
you raise an eyebrow, a grin on your lips “you always greet business associates like this?” the sarcasm in your tone was evident
yet hers was smooth and certain as she responded. “you are not a business associate.” touché, you’ll give her that— because you felt the same way. your eyes fell on her lips for a split second as she said that before looking back up at her eyes
your grin slowly fell and your glare hardened with ice. “you’re in my territory” you spoke flatly with a hint of harshness, cutting to the chase. you could see the amusement in her eyes slowly die to something colder
that just made talia tilt the knife closer to your throat as she leaned to your ear. you could feel the strands of her brown hair brush on you and her perfume hitting your senses
“and you’re in my way” she whispered, returning the same tone as yours, feeling her hot breath hit your ear
the third time was when you were undercover in monaco. and sadly, so was she.
your target was a flash drive being auctioned off that night, and it had taken three weeks infiltrating an elite underground casino hidden beneath the dazzling country— the kind of place where billionaires, assassins and corrupt politicians gathered to gamble away fortunes and trade secrets over champagne
that’s what made the flash drive valuable, valuable enough for talia al ghul to want it as well
you were supposed to charm your way close to the seller, steal the drive, and leave unnoticed-- if you hadn’t walked into the casino ballroom and seen talia al ghul sitting at the poker table like she owned the building
and with the way she was dressed, it made sense as to why. black satin draped over her body like sin itself with a dangerous slit at the bottom, showing one leg crossed over the other while gold glittered at her throat. men around her practically leaned toward her, hypnotized by her beauty without realizing it
but talia wasn’t paying attention to them. because the second you entered, her green eyes locked onto yours and a slow smile formed on her lips
your stomach immediately sank and before you could even murmur a curse under your breath, talia tilted her wine glass toward the empty seat beside her-- an invitation or a threat. with her, it could honestly have been either. still, you walked over to her direction
the eyes of the same men who were drooling all over talia were now at you, jaw dropped even more with their eyes going down your open neckline. you were stunning, and even talia’s eyes glanced down at your neckline for less than a second before looking back up at your eyes, staring at them deeply at how pretty they looked under the eyeshadow and mascara
“this is becoming a habit” she purred
“you’re in my city” “monaco belongs to you now?” “it did five minutes before you showed up”
funny because not too long after, you were in talia’s hotel room, both of your dresses on the floor and bodies pressed on one another. the silk sheets on the bed couldn’t handle the way her lips were roughly on yours, the way your hands possessively gripped around her waist, the way both of you were trying to take the lead
and that’s when the relationship you and talia al ghul became more than just ‘rivals’
it was always this pattern that you and talia were following— one minute, you two were going after each other’s throats with blades. the other, going after each other’s throats by burying your tongues deep in each other
despite the differences you and talia shared, both of you agreed to do one thing: absolutely do not tell your fathers about this
which was why there was tension felt between you and talia when ra’s invited your father over for business, talia standing besides him while you were standing beside your father like you had done a thousand times before
yet despite your hands neatly folded behind your back and your expression carefully neutral, your awareness wasn’t on the deal being discussed— it was on her talia’s eyes met yours almost immediately with no hesitation and no surprise, just recognition— sharp and intimate in a way no one else in the room would ever understand if they caught it— as her gaze lingered a fraction too long, not enough for anyone else to notice but enough for you to feel it like a touch
your father spoke about “continued cooperation” and “mutual benefit” and ra’s responded in that same measured tone, a conversation between men who believed they were shaping history. but between you and talia, that conversation died out because something entirely different was happening
the memories of the shared, intimate moments between you and her flickered uninvitedly in your head— the heat of her mouth against yours, the touch of her fingers that made you arch your back, the velvet murmurs of her words whispered in your ears, the sounds of melody that would leave her lips—
you forced your expression to stay blank from the flashbacks and ignored the heat that was forming between your legs. and as if noticing the exact moment your thoughts slipped, talia’s lips curved ever so slightly— of course she had
ra’s called out talia’s name, while your father called out yours, making both of you immediately snap out of it and focus on the matter at hand. “yes, father” both of you spoke in unison. ra’s eyes slightly narrowed, shifting his gaze between you and talia but deciding to brush it aside
“both of you will oversee the final terms” your father announced, his gaze now landing on you. “give ms al ghul our resources from our networks in the mediterranean and brief her about the flash drive’s foundings” “understood” you nodded. ra’s gaze went to talia, their eyes the exact copies of one another. “take her to the war room and brief her about our middle eastern financial districts” he ordered. “and cooperate” “yes, father” talia understood, looking at you fully now— just for a moment longer than allowed enough. her voice was calm, but it carried that quiet finality that made it sound less like a suggestion and more like an already decided outcome “follow me” and long enough for the instruction in her eyes to become something else underneath it. then, she turned. no hesitation, no second glance to check if you obeyed— because she already knew you would
when you and talia left, your fathers resumed their conversation about business, with the intention that their daughters had left to take care of matters
but the only matters you and talia were taking in your hands were each other, which explained why your clothes were on the floor of her bedroom and why she was now on top of you, grinding her bare yet wet pussy on yours
“look at you” she panted, hands keeping your legs spread with her manicured nails buried in the flesh of your thighs as her cunt kept rubbing on yours. “all wet and needy for me, what a slut” she arched her back with a moan. “all mine, aren’t you?” your hands that were groping on talia’s boobs tightened when you felt her clit brush on yours perfectly, causing both of you to moan. “f-fuck you, talia” was what you managed to say through parted lips and a weak glare, despite her being right
that? that made a smirk form on her lips from your words. “ironic”
and to shut you up, talia leaned to give you an aggressive kiss with a groan, biting your bottom lip so hard it made you immediately part your lips in reaction. just what she needed to slide her tongue in between your lips and to prove her point— that you were hers
“monaco--” she whispered in between your lips. “—hong kong—". and another. “— new york—" and another. “—russia--” those were all the locations you’ve had sex with her, all the times where you placed your rivarly aside for the buzz of pleasure. “— all the countries i— hah— made this pussy mine”
talia inserted a finger in you without warning and quickly added another, all sliding in smoothly due to your slick arousal. her familiar digits made a gasp of her name leave your lips, eyes widening from the stretch
talia let out a moan when she felt your fingers pinch her nipples, breaking the kiss to arch her back more on you and throw her head back, the tight sensation of your walls around her digits sending a buzz through her body
“you can’t even deny it” she looked down on you, her hips still ruthlessly grinding yours with lewd, wet sounds coming from both her cunt on yours and her fingers that were buried in your pussy. “and she can’t deny it either”
talia’s fingers curled in a spot that made your body almost jerk with a gasp, but her other hand was still pinning your thigh on the bed and her weight trapped your body under her. she let out heavy sigh, closing her eyes as she felt your walls now sucking her fingers in and her clit throbbing on yours
a moan left her lips when she felt her pleasure now slowly forming up, causing her to grind on your cunt harder to chase for that release and speeding up her fingers to help you chase yours
you could feel her boobs bouncing in your grip from the way she was grinding her hips onto yours, soft pants and moans slipping from both yours and talia’s lips, along with dirty whispers and moans following along from her
“pathetic fucking slut” “eye fucking me in front of your father” “have you no shame? or is this what you— hah— wanted? fucking you shamelessly with— oh fuck— our fathers outside”
you wanted to talk back, to shoot back words equal to hers, but god was it hard when you were so close to your limit you couldn’t tell if it was from her fingers that were pumping in you or her pussy that was bouncing off yours with wet slaps from both hers and your arousal
and with one last squeeze of her fingers, your orgasm came through, soaking both her fingers and her pretty cunt that was on top of yours. that was enough for talia to join you, a moan leaving her lips one last time before knocking her head back and cumming right on top of your cunt, arching her back and her hips now slowing down to ride through her release
once she stopped, your hands went to her thighs to see the mess— the mix of both her fluids and yours perfectly laid out on her cunt, just like yours
gripping on her thighs, you got up and flipped talia, making her lie flat on the bed this time, her brown locks of hair now spilling over the pillow. before she could process the sudden change in position, you silenced her with your lips, giving her a rough, messy kiss that bubbled a moan from your throat
you broke the kiss, panting as you looked into her green, dazed eyes. “you had your fun” without breaking eye contact, your lips trailed down from her neck, then to her boobs, slowly to her stomach until her cunt was now at your path. “but now its my turn” you threw her legs over your shoulders and buried your face in her soaked pussy to lick a long stripe on her cunt, tasting her cum mixed with yours on your tongue. a moan left talia, one hand immediately buried in your hair while the other went to clamp her mouth, feeling you slowly take over by working your tongue on her sensitive cunt
meanwhile, ra’s and your father were wondering as to what took so long as they wrapped up business not too long ago, making ra’s wonder.
“they’ve been gone for an awful long time” “should we send someone to check up on them?” “no need, im sure they are acting according to business” uh huh, sure. business
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