✸ bones and all
tim drake x fem!reader, fluff, smut-ish, MDNI PLEASE, he’s kinda mean but cute
“Ugh!” You groaned loudly and pushed your books away in complete exhaustion and annoyance, which made your boyfriend to look away from his own work and towards you instead.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned as he turned around on his desk chair to see you covering your face in frustration.
“I’m gonna fail,” you replied.
“You won’t fail,” Tim replied with a small chuckle.
“Yes I will,” you uncovered your face and saw his pale blue eyes fixated on your scattered form. “I can’t even memorise the bones Tim! How am I supposed to become a doctor?”
“Do you want me to hack into the system and get you the exam?” He offered. And meant it too.
“Tim,” you groaned and fell back against his plush and expensive pillows that felt more like clouds.
“Sweetheart,” he took a deep breath. You heard the soft click of his computer being shut down before the bed dipped next to you. “I’ll help. Come on,” he coaxed.
“No. Leave me here to die,” you whined and grabbed a pillow to push your face in.
“Sit up,” Tim chuckled and pulled you up in a seated position. “I’ll offer you a deal.”
“What deal?” You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion.
“One kiss for each correct answer,” Tim replied with a smug smile. “Except I take it up a notch each time until you get them all right and then you let me eat you out.”
“You’re bribing me with oral sex so I can study?” You scoffed. “You drive a hard bargain Mister Drake.”
“My girlfriend’s just a little obsessed with my mouth, no big deal. Of course I’ll start from the beginning if you get one wrong,” he shrugged like he was just listing his favourite study methods. “Let’s start!”
“Okay…” you replied, still a bit apprehensive but he didn’t even give you enough time to even think about it.
“Mandible?” He asked, flipping through the flash cards.
“On the chin,” you replied and pointed towards your own.
“Good job,” Tim smiled and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.
“That wasn’t very rewarding,” you rolled your eyes.
“Hush,” he chided. “Humerus?”
“Um,” you said. “Above the elbow?”
“Correct, see you’re so smart,” Tim smiled again and this time he gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Ulna?”
“Below the elbow,” you replied confidently.
“Correct again,” he nodded his head and pressed his lips against yours for a fleeting kiss that you tried to deepen by looping your hands around his neck but he pulled away just as you were about to bite his lower lip. “Back to work ma’am.”
“You’re annoying,” you scoffed again.
“Tibia?”
“Below the knee?” You asked, not entirely sure.
“Yep,” he replied and reached forward to pull your shirt down to expose your collarbones before sucking a hickey right there.
“Tim,” you whimpered suddenly, “give me a warning.”
He trailed his kiss up to the right before murmuring against your skin, “What’s this one called?”
“Huh?” You breathed out shakily.
“This bone, right here,” he repeated and slowly brushed his fingers over your bare skin, causing you to shudder. “Come on baby, clock’s ticking.”
“Um,” you swallowed thickly as his hot lips kept pressing wet kisses all over your collarbones, leaving your mind hazy and void of any thought but his mouth on you. “Clavicle?”
“You’re so smart,” he breathed out and reached upwards, his nose tickling the side of your ear. “And this one right here?” He asked, trailing his fingers under your shirt until his hand was splaying flat on your ribs.
“Tim,” you murmured his name again and fell back on the bed, Tim easily falling over you.
“Hmm?” He hummed in your ear. “You want to stop studying?”
“No!” You almost yelled. “Erm they’re my ribs.”
“And this?” He added, trailing his warm hand even closer to your breasts.
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath and squirmed under him.
“Mhm,” he chuckled in your ear before raising his face to look down at you. “I don’t think that’s right sweetheart.”
“Fuck you,” you spat when his fingers came dangerously close to your left nipple.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ll get to. Once you tell me what this bone is called,” he gave you a cold smile and trailed his knuckles up and down your chest.
“God,” you took a shaky breath and raised your hips.
“Five seconds or we start over,” he whispered in your ear. “One, two…”
“Sternum,” you whimpered.
“Good girl,” he kissed the tip of your ear.
“I hate you,” you managed to speak.
“Uh huh,” he drawled lazily and gazed into your eyes for a few seconds without moving.
“Timmy?” You raised an eyebrow.
Within the second, your body was being flipped over like a pancake. You were now on your stomach with Tim right behind you on his knees –a position you’ve been in many many times with a lot less clothes.
“Tim!” You gasped.
“Focus,” he leaned down to speak directly in your ear. He gathered your hair and pushed it aside on your shoulder so he could plant a languid kiss to the back of your neck, causing your whole body to shut down. Jackass. “What’s this one?”
“Spinal cord,” you said in a muffled voice.
“Gonna have to be a bit more specific angel,” He added, fingers now brushing the hem of your tank top like he wanted to take it off already but was holding himself still.
“C-Cervical vertebrae?” You moaned out when he ground his hips against your ass.
“Perfect,” he whispered and pushed your top upwards to expose your lower back and hips.
“Tim you’re being mean,” you almost whined when he put his weight down on your lower body to keep you from grounding your ass against him.
“Am I?” He rasped, reaching forward so that his cheek was now pressed against yours. “I just want you to pass angel, you’ve been working so hard.”
“You’re bribing me with sex,” you scoffed.
“No, I’m helping you study and you’re giving me attitude instead of being thankful,” he murmured in a deep voice laced with desire. “Now, lay there and answer when I ask you a question or you’ll have to stay here like this while I get myself off and you won’t get to touch.”
You nodded your head, which was apparently the wrong move.
“Words,” he gritted and ground his erection against you.
“I understand,” you nodded quickly.
“Good girl,” Tim pressed a slow kiss to your cheek before he pressed his thumb to the middle part of your lower back. “What’s this called?”
“Vertebral column?” You squeaked.
“No, I’ll give you another chance.”
“Give me a hint,” you said but when he didn’t reply, you craned your head to the side to look at him with pleading eyes. “Please?”
“Starts with an I,” he relented. He was still half an inch away from your face and you could see his blue eyes turned black with desire laced with something else you couldn’t tell.
Control had always been his main focus in everything. And it didn’t stop in the bedroom either, you were used to him taking control and setting things at his pace. But right now he looked intoxicated with it like he had nothing but desire for you on his mind.
“Ilium?” You whispered.
“Hmm,” he hummed and flipped you over again just as swiftly as he had done mere minutes ago. He was on top of you, balancing his weight with just one hand while the other roamed around your body, waiting to choose which bone to pick.
It had you drenched within a second. And he knew it too.
You raised your hips to grind against his ever growing erection in his pants but he shut you down again by pressing your hips down with his.
“Behave,” he warned.
“Let’s take a break,” you offered with a teasing smile and trailed your index finger down his chest.
“You have an exam tomorrow,” he swallowed like even his restraint was wearing thin. “We are not doing anything until you answer all your questions.”
“Tim,” you whined and reached your hands forward to grab his shirt in utter impatience. “At least take this off. I need motivation,” you demanded much like a child.
He stared at you for a beat like he was considering your offer. “Fine,” he said at last and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing all his hard muscles and those gorgeously sculpted abs.
Honestly who needed anatomy diagrams when your boyfriend was built like that?
“Now take off my pants and fuck me,” you said, knowing full well he had no plans of doing any of that but trying your luck anyway.
“Nice try,” he chuckled at your pathetic attempt. “Back to work,” he announced and reached lower to your bare knee before raising his eyebrow at you.
“Patella, everyone knows that,” you rolled your eyes and replied with a slight scoff.
“Once again, without the attitude,” he warned and pinched the side of your hip.
“Patella,” you repeated.
“As promised,” he muttered to himself and leaned down to press a kiss to each of your nipples through your shirt.
“God you’re killing me,” you moaned, feeling yourself getting even wetter.
He ignored your attempts at practically humping him and went back to casually quizzing you like he wasn’t shirtless on top of you, pinning your body down.
You wanted to kill him.
“What do we call this one?” He asked and brushed his fingers slowly up your knee along your thigh.
Asshole knew how sensitive the skin of your thighs was, how you always either giggled or moaned –depending on the context– each time he touched you there.
Rights now the context in your head was flooded with images of him fucking you on his expensive bed until your voice gave away.
“Tim,” you whimpered in a shaky voice as his fingers moved up and down with the softest touch on your inner thigh. “God please, I want you.”
“You’ll have me baby,” he flashed his teeth in a sweet grin like his eyes weren’t darker than the night sky filled with lewd thoughts about you. “Answer me first, what do we call this bone?”
“F-femur…”
“See how amazing you are?” Tim asked and slowly took your top off, leaving you in a bra and shorts. “You’re so close lovely,” he murmured and pressed a kiss right between your breasts.
Your whole body lit up with fire. He could probably even feel how hot you were right now but he didn’t do a damn thing about it.
His free hand that wasn’t holding his weight up on top of you, came to your lips. He brushed your bottom lip for a second with gentle fingers, coaxing you to open your mouth.
He parted your lips wider with his index finger and before you could even think, his index and middle finger were inserting themselves in your mouth.
Every time he swiped his fingers forward, your lips touched the cold metal of his ring he wore on his middle finger, making the whole thing even more lewd.
You were sure you were a waterfall by now.
“What are these called?” He asked with a swallow as his pupils dilated even further at the sight of you in your bra, sucking on his fingers.
You struggled to speak through his fingers in your mouth and he had the audacity to laugh at you.
“Oops,” he clicked his tongue and pulled his fingers out.
“Phalanges,” you whispered, too dazed with need to form a coherent thought.
“My perfect girl,” he said and leaned down again, right above your chest and sucked a hickey on the exposed part of your left breast. “Think you deserve a break now.”
“Fuck thank you,” you sighed in relief.
“One last question though,” Tim hummed and lowered his fingers again and this time his hand went past the waistband of your shorts, down and down to where you needed him the most.
He lingered there for a beat and you almost jumped with joy with the prospect of him touching you finally but he moved past it to the side.
“What do we call this one?” He asked and brushed his nose against your cheek like it was beginning to torture him too.
“Tim come on,” your chest heaved with need.
“So close, just answer this one,” he coaxed.
“Pubic bone?” You replied.
“One more chance.”
“Ilium?” You swallowed.
You heard Tim sigh loudly in response. He retracted his hand and sat up straight, causing your eyes to flow open and watch as he grabbed his shirt from the side and began turning it inside out.
“What?” You asked in complete disbelief.
“It was the wrong answer,” he replied with remorse evident in his voice. “Get back to studying.”
“Tim I swear to god I actually will kill you,” you said in a menacing tone.
Tim in response, chuckled. He chuckled.
“Sorry babe,” he shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head. “I told you the rules.”
“You’re serious?” You almost yelled. “Tim come on! It was one question!”
“I’ll be back in ten minutes to quiz you again,” he kissed you on the forehead and walked over to his desk.
You grabbed a pillow from the bed and chucked it at him.
“What?” He gaped at you.
“What?!” You echoed and sat up on your knees on the bed. “What do you mean what?! Come back here and fuck me.”
“That wasn’t the deal sweetheart,” he sighed again, too loudly –too dramatically.
“Tim I’m seconds away from calling Bruce to let him know how big of an asshole he raised.”
“That was all Dick actually,” Tim laughed again with a shake of his head. “He’s the one who gave me the sex talk.”
“He’s gonna be the one to die with you if you don’t come here right now.”
“Ten minutes,” he said and tapped a finger on his wrist.
“Fine,” you huffed and pulled your top back on your body. You collected all your things in your little sling bag and breezed towards the bedroom door to leave without so much as a glance in his direction.
“Where are you going?” Tim asked with an amused chuckle.
“Home. Since I have an exam tomorrow and have to study,” you eyed him now, sitting on his desk chair which was now turned towards you. His legs were spread wide and you could clearly see he was still half hard under those stupid gray sweatpants.
“You’re not serious.”
“I am in fact, and have fun with your fist. I’m not touching you for a month,” you seethed.
“Uh huh,” Tim drawled and beckoned for you to come closer with his fingers. When you shook your head he rolled his eyes in that tired way that he always did like he knew he would always get what he wanted. “Come on babe,” he coaxed and patted his thigh.
You relented and put your bag down before making your way towards your annoyingly gorgeous boyfriend and sat down on his thigh.
“You’re so easy,” he chuckled in your ear.
“Oh I’m easy now?” You made to stand but he grabbed you by the waist and whirled his chair around to cage you between the desk and himself.
“Sorry,” he said next and planted a kiss below your ear. “Now, focus,” he continued and turned his computer on with three different screens on human anatomy. “I have something to take care of.”
“You are relentless!” You groaned. “I was going home to study you know.”
“I’m aware,” came his reply but you could tell he had tuned you out minutes ago.
Instead of saying anything else, he pushed a hand under your top until his thumb could reach your clothed nipple. You let out a whimper at the touch –your whole body was a little too sensitive right now.
“Focus,” he murmured in your ear again as his other hand went down to your shorts and pushed them off your legs.
“I can’t focus when you’re–”
“Ten minutes. You’ll learn this whole thing before I fuck you and if you can’t, well you know how annoying I can be.”
You laughed a little at that because he really wasn’t lying.
“I’ll try,” you whispered.
“Good enough,” Tim replied and pushed his hand past the waistband of your panties.
i don’t know what this is and i don’t know medical stuff so please bear with me lol
sorry if it’s not edited enough i’ve only had the time to proofread it just once oops
likes comments and reblogs appreciated, hope you enjoy <3
