/☆ tim drake x fem!reader x conner kent , sex pollen , double penetration, +18
You loved having the apartment all by yourself. Usually, your two roommates were going up and down, bothering you in a harmless but annoying way. Now it was one of them days were you could wander around the apartment, cooking while listening to your "basic bitch" playlist like Tim liked to call it.
After doing your skincare and having dinner, you were laid on the couch with a thick blanket (because you decided that it was a good day to just wear a big shirt and a culotte) when you heard them outside. They were whispering-shouting, dangling the keys while they probably insult each other. You laughed to yourself, stopping the movie but not getting up, so you could hear your roommates fight.
"Stop! Kon, stop!" You could perfectly hear Tim hit Conner on the arm.
"Ouch!"
After entering the apartment, they stayed at the hall. That caught you off guard.
"Y/N?" Tim called your name, making you lift your head from the couch. "Are you in there?"
You noticed his heavy breathing and Conner covering his mouth.
"Well, yes. I live here." You fully got up, discarding the blanket to the side.
You went around the couch and finally got a look of them, still in superhero gear, all sweaty and somehow everything felt too tight on them.
"Wait! Wait, stay there!" Tim moved his hands in front of him and Conner covered his eyes with his hand.
"What the fuck is going on?" you asked, without obeying him and still walking a few steps towards them.
"Y/N, please. Stay right fucking there." Tim's voice tried to be stronger but it sounded weak and a little high pitched.
Conner just peeked a little between his finger. "Shit, she's not wearing any pants."
"Hey!"
"Kon! Shut. The Fuck. Up!"
"Yeah, you two better tell me what the fuck is happening right now." You crossed your arms in your chest and shit, your breast pushed together too nicely for their own good. Tim let out a long breath while Kon did a little whine.
Tim’s gloved hand curled into a fist at his side, his jaw tight. “We got hit. Ivy. It’s—” His throat worked around the word like it burned. “—some aphrodisiac.”
You froze mid-step. “…Huh. Aphrodisiac.”
Conner groaned into his palm, leaning against the wall like he was seconds away from clawing it down. “Fuck, Tim, why’d you say it out loud?”
“Because she needs to know—” Tim’s voice cracked, the flush climbing up his ears. “She can’t just— walk up to us like that.”
You blinked between them, suddenly very aware of the way your oversized shirt barely covered your thighs. “Okay, so let me get this straight. You two show up here, half-dead from… horny plant magic, and I’m the problem because I’m not wearing pants?”
Conner’s hand dragged down his face, and when his eyes met yours, there was so much heat in them you felt your knees lock. “You don’t get it. If you come closer, if you even touch me right now, I’m gonna lose it.”
Tim shoved him back against the wall, though his own fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out to you. “We’re handling it.” His voice was too sharp, which told you he was barely hanging on. “We just need to stay in our room. Cold shower. Sleep it off.”
“Yeah,” Conner muttered, though his gaze kept flicking over your legs, up the hem of your shirt. “Totally. Cold shower. Great plan. Except, uh—” He licked his lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip. “You smell really fucking good right now.”
Tim swore under his breath, his composure cracking for a second as he dug his nails into his palm. He didn’t even look at you when he snapped, “Don’t. Don’t say that.”
Your heartbeat picked up, partly from their intensity, partly from the way you realized they were both trembling, shoulders tight, every breath ragged like they were fighting themselves.
“So you two are just gonna lock yourselves in a room all night? Sweaty, flushed, rock hard, probably—”
“Y/N!” Tim’s voice shot up an octave, scandalized. His ears were crimson now.
Conner, on the other hand, groaned like your words physically hit him. “Don’t tease right now. Please. I can’t— Fuck Tim, I can’t keep it together.”
Tim’s head thunked back against the wall. He looked wrecked already, biting down on his lip so hard you were worried it’d split.
And suddenly the living room felt about ten degrees hotter.
You tilted your head, voice dropping lower as you edged one step closer, ignoring Tim’s panicked little warning noise.
“So… are you asking for help?”
The words made both of them freeze. Conner’s breath hitched so loud you almost laughed, and Tim’s eyes went wide, lips parting like you’d just threatened him with a kryptonite blade.
“No!” Tim blurted, too fast, too sharp. He cleared his throat, fumbling. “I mean, no, we’re not asking. That’s not— this isn’t—”
Conner, meanwhile, stared at you like you’d hung the moon. His fists were clenched at his sides, chest heaving. “If you offered, though…” His voice cracked, low and desperate. “God, I don’t think I could say no.”
“Kon.” Tim’s warning was paper-thin, his hand darting out to grip Conner’s arm. But the way his jaw flexed, the way his thighs pressed together, it betrayed him.
You arched a brow, letting your gaze trail deliberately down both of them, drinking in the sight of Gotham’s best and brightest squirming like they were about to combust in your hallway. “You’re both really bad liars, you know that?”
Tim swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This isn’t fair. You—” His eyes flicked down your bare legs and he shut them tight, hissing through his teeth. “You can’t. God, Y/N, don’t tease like this.”
But you could see it now, crystal clear: the way Conner’s body leaned toward you, every muscle taut like he was straining against a leash, and the way Tim’s breathing stuttered, his hand trembling where it still gripped Conner.
You let a slow smile curl on your lips. “So you do want my help.”
Conner groaned, head thunking against the wall. “Ivy’s a sadist. She knew what she was doing. Fuck, Y/N, please…”
Tim’s eyes snapped open, hazy and conflicted. His voice was a whisper, harsh and thin: “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare say please to her.”
“Why not?” you cut in, stepping close enough now that the heat radiating off their bodies licked at your skin. “He sounds pretty sincere.”
Conner’s chest rose sharply, gaze locked on you like he was drowning and you were the air.
Tim swore again, but his grip on Conner’s arm slackened just a little. His control was slipping, and you could see how much he wanted to give in.
Your heart was hammering as you lowered your voice even further. “So… one more time. Do you want me to help?”
Conner looked a Tim almost desperate, now that you were closer you could see the line of their cocks straining against their suits.
Surprisingly, Tim was the first to answer. "Yes."
"Fuck, yes." Conner followed.
It's been, maybe, two hours? You aren't really sure. But your roommates are far from tired. You had sit in Conner's head while giving Tim a handjob, took Conner's cock in your mouth while Tim stretched you from behind, Conner had fucked you at the same time Tim was eating you out. But nothing seemed enough for them.
You were dripping, sticky with a nasty mix of cum, sweat and saliva. All of you were covered in marks and red spots, Conner was all sweaty while Tim managed his breath. Both of them were tired. But still rock hard.
Conner dragged you by the leg, hooking it in his shoulder.
"More?" you breath out, hiding your face in Tim's thigh.
"I know, baby, I know. But we can't help it," Conner said, already dragging the tip of his cock along your wetness. "One last time, I promise we'll make it up to you."
"Mmph..." you accommodated yourself against Tim's chest while Conner slid into you fast and easy.
Conner was already trembling, his thrusts sloppy, sweat dripping down his temples. He leaned his forehead against your shin where your leg was hooked over his shoulder. “Fuck, you feel unreal. I don’t even know how you’re still letting us inside you.”
You clung to Tim’s arms, shaking your head weakly. “Don’t stop.”
Tim’s voice was rough, frayed with exhaustion, but he forced a smirk as he stroked the sweat-slick hair from your face. “Look at you, baby. Falling apart on us, and still begging.”
Conner let out a ragged laugh, cut off by a moan when you clenched around him. “She’s greedy, man. Can’t get enough. Not even after, what? Five, six times?”
“Seven,” you gasped, voice breaking.
Tim chuckled hoarsely, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Seven, huh? And you still want more, mmh?”
Your head fell back with a choked sob, pleasure ricocheting through your veins.
Then Tim’s mouth brushed your ear, his whisper dark and deliberate. “You think you can take both of us at once?”
The words hit you harder than Conner’s thrusts, your whole body clenching around him in response.
“W-what?” you managed, though your voice was broken, pleading.
Tim smirked against your skin. “Both our cocks.
The words made your whole body tighten, your nails digging into his arm. “I—I don’t know if I can.”
Conner groaned, dragging his hips in one more shallow thrust. He was shaking, barely holding himself together. “You can. You’re so fucking perfect, we’ll make it fit. We’ll talk you through it.”
Tim’s lips brushed your ear, his tone wrecked but coaxing. “Yeah. You just listen to us. Breathe. Relax. Let us stretch you nice and slow.”
Conner’s hand covered your thigh, warm and unsteady. “It’s gonna be a lot, but you’ll feel so full, baby. So fucking full of us, you won’t even know where one of us ends and the other starts.”
You whimpered, hips twitching. “God, that sounds—”
Tim cut you off with a kiss, lazy but filthy, pulling back just to murmur against your lips. “C'mon. Say you want it.”
“I want it,” you whispered, wrecked. “I want both of you.”
Tim chuckled darkly, kissing your temple as his fingers pressed harder against your clit. “Good girl.”
Conner’s thrust faltered, his cock twitching inside you. “Holy shit, we’re really— are we really—”
"Yeah. Pull out of her, it'll be more comfortable with her facing me on my lap." Tim explained, practically grabbing Conner's cock to pull it out of your wet cunt. You groaned at the emptiness, but Tim hushed you, kissing your temple. “Shhh. We’re right here. Just breathe, baby.”
He guided you up a little, angling himself beneath you. “Look at me.” His eyes were dark, rimmed red from exhaustion, but his voice was low, coaxing. “You sit down on me first. Let me in, nice and slow.”
Your hands trembled on his shoulders as you sank down, inch by inch, onto his cock. Tim groaned, tilting his head back, then forced his eyes open to keep watching your face. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Taking me so good.”
By the time you were fully seated, your thighs were quivering. “S'full already,” you whispered.
Conner’s hand landed on your hip, steadying you. “Not even close,” he rasped. His eyes flicked to Tim’s, a silent exchange, before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Gonna stretch you more, sweetheart. You ready?”
You nodded, breathless.
Tim cupped your jaw, holding you steady. “Words, baby. Tell us.”
“Yes,” you gasped. “I want both of you inside me.”
Conner swore under his breath, lining himself up behind you, his cock sliding against Tim’s where he was already buried in you. “Fuck, she’s so wet I can feel it from here.”
Tim kissed your jaw, grounding you. “It’s gonna sting at first. But just keep your eyes on me. Breathe with me.”
The first push from Conner made your whole body jolt, a sharp burn stretching you wide. You whined into Tim’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin.
“Easy, baby,” Tim murmured, stroking your cheek. “That’s just the stretch. You can take it. You’re perfect.”
Conner groaned low, his forehead pressing to your shin. “She’s so fucking tight, Tim. Holy shit.” He pushed a little deeper, teeth gritted, fighting to go slow. “You’re doing so good, babe. Just a little more.”
You sobbed against Tim’s neck, overwhelmed but desperate. “More. Please.”
Tim’s lips brushed your ear, whispering filth like a prayer. “Greedy little thing. You love it, don’t you? Being stuffed full, stretched open by both of us.”
“Yes,” you cried, hips twitching. “Fuck, yes.”
Conner bottomed out with a broken moan, the three of you pressed flush, every inch of you trembling. You felt impossibly full, every nerve sparking.
Tim’s hands framed your face, forcing you to look at him. “There you go. Look at you. Taking us both like you were made for it.”
Conner’s breath was hot on your leg, his voice shaking. “Can’t believe this is real. You’re… fuck, you’re perfect.”
"So fucking perfect," Tim agreed, kissing your earlobe. "We can stay like this a little more, or we can start moving. What do you want, baby?"
"M-move, please." You dig your nails deeper into Tim's skin, throat bobbing and full of marks
It was slow, Tim rocking up into you while Conner drew back just enough to thrust shallow. Both of them groaning, both of them whispering against your skin.
You were so full it was dizzying, their cocks dragging against each other with every motion, grinding deep against every sensitive spot inside you. The burn had long since melted into sharp pleasure, every thrust forcing little gasps and whines out of you.
“Fuck, listen to her,” Conner rasped, his voice cracking. “She’s dripping all over us. Can feel it.”
Tim kissed you messy, all teeth and desperation, his words spilling hot against your mouth. “She’s gonna come like this. Squeezed so tight around both of us.”
Your nails dug into Tim’s shoulders, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as the pressure built, unbearable, unstoppable. “I can’t— I can’t—”
“You can.” Tim’s forehead pressed to yours, his voice breaking even as he tried to ground you. “You’re perfect. Let go for us.”
Conner’s thrusts stuttered, deeper, rougher, his breath shattering against your skin. “Come on, baby. Be good for us. Cream all over our cocks. Please, fuck, please.”
That last word, wrecked and begging, tipped you over. You screamed, clenching down around both of them as your orgasm tore through you, blinding, body convulsing in their arms.
The way you squeezed them dragged them under with you.
Tim groaned your name into your mouth, hips jerking helplessly as he spilled inside you, his composure shattering completely. Conner buried his face against your neck, muffling a guttural cry as his release filled you too, the stretch and heat almost unbearable.
The three of you shook together, loud and messy and desperate, clinging to each other like you might drown otherwise.
By the time it ebbed, you were limp between them, their arms keeping you upright. Both boys were still panting, still trembling, still buried in you, but all they could do now was hold you close.
"Is... is the pollen gone?" you asked, a little scared if they dragged you to another round.
"I think so, yeah." Conner managed to say, tracing patters that made you shiver.
You three stayed silent for a long time, both of them didn't stop hugging you or caressing you. Then, you thought something.
"Why you didn't try get the pollen of each other?" You frowned a little, looking between them.
"Trust me, we tried." Tim laughed a little like it was a vague memory.
"We didn't want to drag you into this." Conner pointed out, pressing his lips together.
Featuring: SuperBat, BirdFlash, JayRoy, TimKon, DamiJon, RoyWally x f!Reader
Warnings: SMUT TALK - MDNI, 18+
Case Notes: for ✨this✨ request.😘
I don’t own any of the photos in the banner- everything was found on Pinterest.
Everyone in this writing is of age.
SuperBat
The Dynamic
Clark is all gentle strength, the type to praise you, hold you up, make you feel utterly worshipped.
Bruce is commanding control- rougher, filthier, and the one who sets the pace.
Together? They’re a perfect balance: one tears you apart, the other puts you back together.
The Tag Teaming
Clark’s superhuman stamina means he can keep you coming until you’re trembling, while Bruce times your orgasms like he’s strategizing a mission.
One holds you down while the other ruins you. Sometimes it’s Clark pinning your wrists above your head with no effort at all, sometimes it’s Bruce tying you up with silk and growling orders.
Bruce loves whispering filthy things in your ear while Clark makes you moan loud enough to shake the walls.
Positions & Play
They love you on your knees, Bruce fucking your throat while Clark fucks you from behind, each one making you choke and whimper for different reasons.
Bruce gets off on watching Clark stretch you open, muttering “look at you taking him so well” while he strokes himself, waiting his turn.
Clark adores missionary because he can look into your eyes, but Bruce? He prefers you bent over, ass red from his handprints. With both? You’re getting flipped around until you don’t know which way is up.
DP is absolutely on the table. Clark gentle and overwhelming, Bruce rough and relentless, you’re not lasting long.
Their Favorite “Games”
Bruce makes rules (“don’t cum until I say”), and Clark loves “accidentally” breaking them by making you lose control under his mouth or cock.
Clark has a thing for holding you in his lap, bouncing you on his cock while Bruce kneels between your legs and licks you both clean.
Bruce loves toys; vibrators, plugs, restraints. While Clark prefers to use his body, tongue, and strength. Together? Overstimulation city.
Their Roles with You
Bruce is your Daddy Dom, telling you exactly what to do and punishing you if you disobey.
Clark is your sweet Dom, showering you in praise and affection while still fucking you into the mattress.
They both love hearing you call them by different names… Daddy for Bruce, Sir or Good boy Clark when you’re feeling bratty (and yes, Bruce smirks every time you top Clark just a little).
Aftercare
Clark’s the one who scoops you up, bathes you, brushes your hair, makes sure you drink water.
Bruce runs damage control, checking every mark he left, applying ointment if they broke skin, giving you medicine for soreness, quietly stroking your back while Clark cuddles you close.
You end the night sandwiched between them, completely wrecked but utterly safe.
BirdFlash
The Dynamic
Dick and Wally are best friends first, which makes the whole relationship extra natural. You’re not caught between them, they love the idea of sharing, hyping each other up, and making you the center of attention.
It’s playful competitiveness 24/7. They’ll literally argue over who makes you moan louder, who can make you laugh harder, or who you cuddled longer last night.
They’re a perfect contrast in bed, Dick is sensual, deliberate, all control and teasing, while Wally is fast, messy, and overwhelming. Together? They keep you on the edge between soft worship and overstimulation.
It’s playful competitiveness 24/7. Their competitiveness absolutely bleeds into sex. Who makes you cum harder, who gets more moans out of you, who you cling to tighter
The Tag Teaming
One of them eats you out while the other makes out with you, keeping eye contact with each other over your body. Very smug, so shameless.
They love having you in the middle. One behind, one in front, and you don’t stand a chance, every nerve ending is getting attention.
Wally is addicted to speed. Fingering you so fast you can’t breathe, or eating you out until you’re crying. Meanwhile, Dick is the one who holds you down, murmuring “take it, sweetheart.”
They love edging you together. Dick holding you in place, whispering praise while Wally pulls away at the last second with a cheeky “oops, not yet.”
Positions & Play
Double penetration? Yeah, they’re curious enough and competitive enough to make it happen. Dick’s the one careful and steady while Wally is greedy and rough. You don’t walk for days.
Dick loves having you ride him while Wally mouths at your chest, thighs, neck… anywhere he can reach.
Wally’s favorite thing? Eating you out while Dick’s fucking you, he gets off on seeing you lose control twice over.
Their Favorite “Games”
Wally’s speed means he’ll vibrate his fingers or tongue just right, and Dick smirks because “that’s cheating, man.” You don’t care, you’re screaming.
They love overstimulation, switching places without warning so you don’t know who’s inside you, who’s touching you, just that you’re theirs.
Aftercare (because they’re good boys at heart)
Wally is out of bed in seconds, bringing water, snacks, a damp cloth. Dick keeps you tucked in his arms, kissing your face while you come down.
They both spoil the hell out of you afterward. Praise, cuddles, food, a bath - whatever you need.
JayRoy
The Dynamic
Jason is rough, possessive, mine mine mine.
Roy is playful, teasing, and loves making you laugh even when you’re falling apart.
Together? They’re absolute menaces, dirty talk, bruises, bite marks, and a whole lot of reckless passion.
The Tag Teaming
Roy loves watching Jason fuck you, smirking as he says “She’s not gonna last, Jay.” Jason growls back, “She’s gonna take it, aren’t you, baby?”
One of them is always using their mouth while the other’s inside you. Jason eating you out while Roy fucks you deep, or Roy sucking bruises into your chest while Jason pounds you into the mattress.
They switch roles constantly, you’ll never know if you’re gonna be split open, pinned down, or worshipped until it happens.
Positions & Play
They love you in the middle. Jason behind, Roy in front, and you’re overwhelmed in the best way.
Roy’s favorite? Eating you out while Jason sits back and watches, giving lazy orders like “make her scream, Harper.”
Jason’s favorite? Spreading you out across his lap while Roy kneels in front of you, so he can spank you raw and still watch Roy finger you until you cry.
DP is absolutely on the table, especially when Jason’s possessive streak flares. He wants to fill you completely so no one else ever can.
Their Favorite “Games”
Roy teases, light touches, slow kisses, “oops, not yet.” Jason punishes, rough thrusts, spanking, filthy growls in your ear.
They’re so vocal. Jason groans and growls, all filthy dirty talk. Roy’s a shameless moaner and loves narrating what’s happening, “God, she’s dripping, Jay. You feel that?”
They love overstimulation. Jason holding you down by the throat while Roy eats you out until you’re crying, or Roy fingering you open fast while Jason fucks your mouth.
Their Roles with You
Jason’s the protector/dominant,he likes knowing you’re completely his.
Roy’s the wild card, sometimes sweet, sometimes bratty, sometimes making you cum just to see Jason scowl and say “I wasn’t done with her yet.”
They both mark you- hickeys, bites, scratches. You’re not going anywhere without proof you’re theirs.
Aftercare
Jason runs hot and cold, he’ll growl through the sex, but afterward he’s the one carefully cleaning you up, pressing quiet kisses to every bruise he left.
Roy is pure softness, snacks, cuddles, jokes until you’re giggling in his arms.
You always end up tangled between them, Jason’s arm heavy over your waist while Roy strokes your hair.
TimKon
The Dynamic
Tim is calculating, obsessive, strategic. He loves control and knowing exactly how to unravel you.
Conner is enthusiastic, affectionate, big puppy energy, he just wants to please you, all strength and desperation.
Together? You’re the rope in a tug of war between “I’ll ruin you carefully” and “I’ll ruin you right now.”
The Tag Teaming
Tim is the one edging you until you’re sobbing, then nodding for Conner to finally let you cum, he’s a tease, but Conner never says no to giving you what you need.
Conner loves holding you up with that Kryptonian strength while Tim does filthy things to you, tying you up, playing with toys, whispering the dirtiest shit in your ear.
They’ll both watch each other with you. Tim gets off on directing Conner, and Conner gets off on seeing how wrecked you are between the two of them.
Positions & Play
Conner’s favorite: you riding him, bouncing in his lap while he grips your hips tight, and Tim kneeling behind you, kissing your neck, whispering, slipping his fingers between your legs.
Tim’s favorite: you on your stomach, Conner holding your wrists to the mattress, while he fucks you slow and deep until you’re begging for more.
DP is definitely happening here. Tim precise and slow, Conner greedy and desperate. You’re stretched, filled, and completely undone.
Their Favorite “Games”
Tim sets rules (“Don’t cum until I say”) and Conner loves watching you squirm to follow them, whispering encouragement while Tim smirks like the bastard he is.
They’ll absolutely roleplay “good cop/bad cop” in bed, Tim threatening you with punishment if you disobey, Conner softly begging you to be good for them.
Tim LOVES toys. Vibes, plugs, cuffs. Conner LOVES using his strength, pinning you with one hand, holding you in the air while he fucks you.
Mutual obsession: they both love marking you. Hickeys, scratches, bruises. Tim neat and hidden, Conner messy and obvious.
Their Roles with You
Tim is the cold, calculating dom, the type to make you cry just from denial, then kiss your tears away.
Conner is the pleaser dom, he wants you to feel good, to cum as much as possible, to know how much he worships you.
Together, they’re devastating. Tim pushes you to the edge, Conner makes sure you fall apart in the sweetest way.
Aftercare
Tim insists on checking every mark, soothing lotion over red skin, muttering soft apologies against your hair.
Conner tucks you against his chest, feeds you snacks, kisses you all over until you’re giggling.
Sandwich cuddles are mandatory, you between Tim’s quiet heartbeat and Conner’s warm chest, their arms tangled around you.
DamiJon
The Dynamic
Damian is intense, possessive, commanding. He has that control freak streak, and in bed it shows. He wants everything just so, and he thrives on making you beg.
Jon is sweet, eager, devoted. He’s the pleaser, always wanting to touch, taste, and worship you until you can’t take it anymore.
Together? They balance each other frighteningly well, Damian pushes, Jon soothes, and you’re their battlefield.
The Tag Teaming
Damian takes his time, slow, deliberate thrusts, cruel edging. While Jon overwhelms you with his strength and eagerness, eating you out until you’re sobbing or fucking you until you see stars.
They love having you in the middle, Jon holding you up like you weigh nothing, Damian using you however he pleases, his mouth against your throat whispering filth in your ear.
Damian loves ordering Jon around in bed- “faster,” “hold her still,” “don’t let her cum until I say.” Jon lives for it, grinning like he’d follow every command.
Positions & Play
Jon’s favorite: you straddling him, bouncing on his cock while he grips your waist, his big hands guiding you, his mouth sucking marks into your chest. Damian kneels behind you, smirking, stroking you or slipping a toy in just to watch you fall apart.
Damian’s favorite: you tied down, blindfolded, Jon between your thighs worshipping you with his tongue until you’re shaking, and Damian calmly stroking your hair, making you say his name before you cum.
DP? Definitely, Damian taking control, Jon filling you up with his strength. You don’t survive it without your legs giving out.
Their Favorite “Games”
Damian thrives on denial, holding a vibrator against you until you’re crying for release, only to pull it away. Jon swoops in with praise, begging for you to cum because he can’t stand to see you in tears.
They love overstimulation. Jon’s super-speed tongue/fingers + Damian’s cock = you’re crying, screaming, trembling while they smirk at each other over your ruined body.
Damian dirty talks like it’s a weapon, sharp, filthy, degrading. Jon praises you to death, telling you how good you are, how beautiful you look falling apart. Together? You’re torn between heaven and hell.
Their Roles with You
Damian = strict dom. Expect commands, punishment, and possessiveness.
Jon = pleaser dom. He worships you, dotes on you, and makes sure you know you’re adored.
Together = Good cop/Bad cop in bed. Damian makes you cry, Jon kisses the tears off your cheeks. Damian spanks you, Jon rubs your back while you sob against him.
Aftercare
Damian pretends he’s aloof but is meticulous in checking every mark, every bruise, massaging ointment into your skin with soft mutters in Arabic.
Jon is cuddles, snacks, kisses everywhere. He’ll wrap himself around you like a big blanket, warm and unshakable.
You always fall asleep tangled between Damian’s steady heartbeat and Jon’s giant body heat.
RoyWally
The Dynamic
Roy is filthy, reckless, and playful. He loves getting you messy, marked up, and begging.
Wally is teasing, fast, and greedy. He wants you as many times as possible, as loud as possible.
Together? They egg each other on, laughing at how ruined you are and competing to see who can get you off more.
The Tag Teaming
They thrive on taking turns, Roy bending you over, spanking you raw while Wally fingers you with that impossible speed until you collapse.
One goes down on you while the other’s in your mouth, trading cocky comments like “she moaned louder for me, dude” while you can barely breathe.
They love spit-roasting you. Wally fucking your throat while Roy pounds you from behind, both groaning about how perfect you feel.
Positions & Play
Roy’s favorite: you sprawled on his lap, crying from overstimulation, while Wally kneels between your legs and makes you cum again with his tongue in seconds.
Wally’s favorite: you riding him while Roy kneels behind you, kissing your neck, tweaking your nipples, whispering filthy encouragement until you’re crying out for both of them.
DP is absolutely on the menu. They’re competitive enough to insist you can handle both, and smug enough to prove it right.
Their Favorite “Games”
Roy loves dirty talk and degradation—“Look at you, baby, fucked dumb on us”, while Wally piles on the teasing praise, “You’re so good for us, sweetheart, c’mon, give us another one.”
Wally uses his speed to absolutely wreck you, fast thrusts, vibrating fingers, quick kisses all over your body. While Roy slows it down just to edge you cruelly.
They LOVE pushing you into overstimulation. One won’t stop even after you’ve cum, because the other eggs him on: “C’mon, she can take another. Right, baby?”
Their Roles with You
Roy = filthy dom/brat tamer. He thrives on making you blush, beg, or roll your eyes before he ruins you.
Wally = playful dom/pleaser. He’s cheeky, greedy, and obsessed with making you cum as much as possible.
Together = chaos doms. They’ll laugh at how wrecked you are, but it’s all love and worship underneath.
Aftercare
Wally zips away to grab you snacks, water, maybe even a smoothie because “you need energy, babe.”
Roy is lazy but thorough, cleaning you up, pulling you into his chest, muttering soft reassurances against your hair.
They both tangle you in bed, leaving hickeys everywhere you can’t hide them, because they love when everyone knows you’re theirs.
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pairing: Tim Drake x f! reader (has a pussy + uses fem pronouns) x Kon-El Kent
summary: bored of your roommates not giving you any attention while they're streaming, you offer some under-the-desk support
cw: 2.6k, smut/nsfw, streamer! Tim Drake, roommates with benefits, semi-public sex, humiliation, under the desk support, sucking tim's cock while he streams, face fucking, embarrassment, recording, praise + degradation, punishment (kinda) lots of fluids (spit and cum)
froggi yaps -> sorry this was so late my timkon enjoyers </3 i took a power nap which turned into a four hour nap which turned into me being sick ;-; anyway i hope you have as much fun reading this as i did writing it
“I’m bored,” you groan, letting your head fall back over the edge of Conner’s bed.
You squint at the stream playing on your phone—half of the screen dedicated to a particularly insane modded Minecraft run and the other half dedicated to none other than Tim Drake—and frown. He’s been streaming for eleven hours. Eleven.
In the time since he’d started streaming, you’d showered, taken a nap, gotten groceries and were now harassing Kon in the comfort of his bedroom. The man, also entirely locked in on the same Minecraft server, didn’t seem to mind.
“Why don’t you play with us?” He doesn’t even look away from his monitors—one running Minecraft, the other running an unholy combination of Discord, Spotify and OBS, “if you’re so bored.”
You shrug, “not feeling it. And I don’t wanna be on stream…some of those people are downright weird.”
He snorts at that but doesn’t bother to argue. It’s true that in the time Tim’s been streaming, there’s been no shortage of strange comments and ship edits of the three of you.
One time, in an attempt to be nice to the man, you’d brought him a sandwich on stream. Of course, Tim had slipped up and said something along the lines of ‘thanks, babe’ only for his chat to go insane. Your ship name had been trending online for weeks after that.
Arguably, though, Kon had it worse than you. ‘TimKon’, the shipname given to them by the fans, was almost always in the Top 10 on Ao3. Almost anytime the two of them played games together on stream, your Tiktok feed would be flooded with clips of the two of them.
Of course, if his fan base knew the true nature of Tim’s relationship with the two of you, they’d probably go ballistic. The three of you were roommates, sure. Friends, absolutely. But there was more to it, too.
Friends don’t seek each other out in the night, don’t shower with each other and help wash the blood from their hair after patrol. Friends don’t go down on each other for hours after a few too many drinks and a drunken game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.
That last one is burned into your memory. The sight of both Tim and Conner between your legs, sweaty and flushed, is not a sight you’d soon forget. They’d been fighting to see who could make you finish faster—your late night game of Never Have I Ever having revealed you’d never been eaten out before—only for them to leave in a draw.
“Do you think he’ll be done soon?”
Kon shrugs his broad shoulders. “I dunno.”
“Do you know if he’s eaten anything? Or had water?”
“I dunno.”
“Do you think he’ll care if I hide under his desk and suck his cock?”
“I dunn—what?” He sputters, finally turning to look at you only to see you running off down the hall towards Tim’s room.
He’s on his feet in an instant, ready to catch you before you burst into Tim’s room and do something regrettable. Any other day, he’d catch you in an instant. Today, however, his legs are stiff from sitting at his desk and he doesn’t manage to catch you before you’re opening Tim’s door and offering him a wink.
You try to stay as quiet as possible slipping into his room, phone clenched in your hand still playing his stream on mute. You can see yourself in the very corner, shuffling along the far wall until you’re out of view from the camera.
Tim offers you a strange look but says nothing, going back to addressing his chat about something you don’t quite understand. You make it to the window next to his desk, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting.
Blue eyes flick over to you, scanning over you for any sign of harm before realizing you’re entirely fine. He goes back to staring at his screen with bloodshot eyes.
Oh well, you sigh and pull your hair out of your face. You lower yourself to your knees, crawling across the mat beneath his desk until you’re settled squarely between Tim’s legs. That gets his attention.
He looks down at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard before going back to looking at his monitors. You rest a hand on his thigh, parting his legs slowly and shuffling forward until you’re slotted perfectly between his knees.
Looking at him through your lashes, you trail your hand higher and higher up his thigh until it rests just over the slight outline of his cock. His cheeks burn pink but he doesn’t dare look away from his game.
You smile sweetly and dip your hand into his waistband, going straight for his cock. The minute your hand brushes over his sensitive length, Tim gasps.
You tilt your hand, squeezing his cock and looking up at him expectantly. He glances down at you—eyes dark and lined with lust—before taking a deep breath.
“S-sorry chat, stubbed my toe on the wall again.”
You suppress a laugh. Tightening your grip, you slowly rub your hand up his length. You leverage your other hand on his waistband, using it to tug his sweats all the way down.
Thank god his camera only shows him from the chest up.
With his cock freed, you spit into your hand and use it to lube up his half-hard cock. Your strokes get quicker from there, hand gripping him tightly until he’s fully hard and dripping pre into your palm.
Tim makes the occasional strangled noise from above you, trying his hardest to keep his composure on stream. You frown, you were hoping he’d have turned off his stream by now.
Oh well. You open your mouth widely and close your lips around the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it to clean off his pre.
Tim swears, slamming one of his knees into his desk. The sudden impact causes his camera to fall off the top of his monitor and land flat on its face on his desk.
He muffles a string of curses on his palm, using the sleeve of his sweater to cover his mouth. With the camera no longer focused on him, he’s free to look at you directly.
Though he doesn’t say a word, his flushed cheeks and lustful eyes tell you everything you need to know. You swallow more of his cock, hollowing out your cheeks and taking him in until the head of his cock reaches the back of your throat.
“I’m having some, er, technical difficulties, chat,” he rambles out, trying to keep the breathiness out of his voice. “I’m gonna have to end stream, sorry, bye!”
It’s only a minute before the telltale sound of him dropping his headset on his desk lets you know he’s done streaming. And that you’re in a world of trouble.
You pull your mouth from his cock and scramble to push yourself out from under his desk. You force yourself to your feet, bracing yourself on the floor to run away.
You make it a whole six feet before Tim snatches you by your waist and pulls you into his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Kon!” You shout.
Tim’s lips ghost over your ear, “what do you think he’s gonna do, huh?”
The door creaks open and Conner pads into the room, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. His eyes glance from the guilty expression on your face to Tim’s lack of pants.
He shakes his head. “What did you get yourself into this time?”
“Hey!” You smile guiltily, “it’s not my fault you guys weren’t giving me any attention.”
Tim, satisfied that Kon’s broad form is adequately blocking the door, lets you go. “Aw, is someone needy?” He teases.
“Shut up.”
Tim laughs, “feeling brave, are we?”
Tim pulls you against his chest once more, one arm slung across your chest, the other slowly trailing down your stomach. You swallow, half-heartedly squirming in his arms as his hand dips between your thighs.
“T-tim.” You shiver, parting your legs on instinct.
And then he pulls away entirely, letting you stumble forwards on shaky legs, still yearning for his touch. You look at him over your shoulder, fixing him with the most betrayal-filled stare you can muster.
“What?” He says, like he doesn’t already know what you want. He looks at Kon over your head, “did you get my text?”
He nods and takes your hand, “come on, then.”
You let them lead you away from Tim’s office and back to Kon’s room. Each step down the hallway feels charged, a newfound electricity crackling in the air.
The first thing you notice in Kon’s room is the tripod and the camera on top. You tilt your head in confusion, raising an eyebrow at him, “what’s this for?”
“What do you think?” Conner asks, settling on the bed and patting the spot next to him.
Dropping Tim’s hand from yours, you slowly sink into the mattress next to him, sitting perfectly still with your hands on your knees.
Tim fiddles with the camera, adjusting the angles and pressing a button that has a blinking red light appearing. “This,” he says, tugging off his shirt before walking into frame, “is for needy sluts that think it's funny to embarrass me on stream.”
Your face warms at that and somehow only now do you realize that you’ve walked into a trap.
Tim stands in front of you stroking his cock, still half hard from your earlier performance. “C’mon now,” he prompts you, “you were so eager to suck it earlier.”
“B-but the camera…”
He laughs, “didn’t seem to stop you earlier.”
You look for Kon for help but he has the same devilish look in his eyes that Tim does, eagerly watching to see what you’ll do. Hot shame burns at the back of your eyes but still, you lower yourself to your knees on the floor and wrap a hand around his length.
“Good.”
Slowly, you take his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it like you did earlier. You bob your head up and down, taking more and more of his length in every time.
Tim grabs the back of your head and forces you all the way down, choking you on his cock. You gag, blinking back hot tears, but you don’t dare tap out. Your chest aches for air, the little breaths you take in through your nose doing little to satiate your need for air.
Finally, Tim lets you off of his cock, grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at the camera. “Smile, baby.”
You look into the lens with a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. For a minute, all you can think about is how he’ll watch this back later and laugh at your pathetic face and how easily you submitted to this. The thought has warmth coursing between your thighs.
He grabs your head once more and guides you back down onto his cock. He doesn’t push you down this time, letting you suck him off at your own pace. You let your eyes flutter closed, trying to focus on his dick in your mouth and not the fact you’re being watched.
And then something fleshy is hitting you across the cheek. You open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light, only to see Conner standing in front of you pantsless, his cock rubbing the side of your cheek.
Tim pulls you off his cock, a string of drool connecting the two of you. He rubs his thumb over your lip, smearing your spit across your face that has you looking even messier than before.
“Why don’t we give Kon some love, hm?”
You nod idly, dizzy from the sudden attention, and stick out your tongue. He rubs his cock along your tastebuds, slapping it on your tongue before he pushes it all into your mouth. You strain your jaw to take him, your mouth already aching.
Conner’s hand replaces Tim’s on the back of your head, guiding you along his length, pushing your head down until his cock reaches the back of your throat. He chuckles when you gag before letting you up for air and repeating the process all over again.
“You really are well-trained,” he murmurs, lovingly patting the back of your head. “You take cock so well.”
The compliment has you clenching your thighs and trying to take more of him in your mouth. You don’t even notice Tim has disappeared until you feel him crouching behind you, hands grasping at your chest.
You gasp, opening your mouth wider and giving Conner a better opening. He sticks his cock further inside of you, further than you’ve tried to take either of them, and holds your head down. You squeeze your eyes shut.
His cock is so far in your mouth, it burns. You can’t breathe, can’t think—all you can focus on is his throbbing cock and the way Tim is grabbing you.
“A few more seconds.” Conner groans, “that’s it, you can do it. I know you can take more than that.”
Conner releases your head at the same time Tim pulls out one of his pocket knives and cuts your shirt clean down the middle, leaving you half-naked in front of them.
He pinches one of your nipples, laughing when you shudder. “So sensitive.”
You hum in agreement, not trusting your voice to be anything but choked and raspy right now. Tim turns you to face the camera once more, still crouched behind you as he squishes your cheeks together and smears drool and precum across your face.
“You’re so messy.” He pushes himself back to his feet, shoving his cock into your face, “so fucking messy and needy.”
You hesitate before opening your mouth for him, remembering the camera is very much right there and that they are never going to let you hear the end of it. Still, Tim’s standing in front of you and he’s naked and goddamn, does his cock look good.
There’s a smile on his face when you open your mouth and take his cock in once more. You force your head down as far as you can, pushing past the ache in your jaw and the way your throat seems to push him out.
Then Tim is pulling out and his cock is immediately replaced with Kon’s, and once again you try to take him as deep as possible. They rotate out like that, using your throat one at a time, each cock replaced with another.
You’re sweaty and flustered and entirely messy but still, you gladly open your mouth and try your best to take them as deep as possible.
“Look so pretty like this,” Kon gasps, “like you’re made to be on your knees and suck our cocks.”
Tim makes a sound of agreement, brushing a tear out of the corner of your eye. “Like you were made to be used.”
The cycle only speeds up from there and it’s not long before Tim’s cock is twitching. He finishes in your mouth at first, pulling out his cock so the remaining ropes of cum drip onto your face and chest.
Kon takes advantage of this, sticking his cock in your still cum-filled mouth, thrusting a few times before he finishes, too. He starts in your mouth, pulling out so he can cover your face and chest in it too.
Both men are transfixed by the sight of you on your knees, covered in cum.
You swallow what’s left in your mouth, looking up at Tim and opening your mouth to show him.
“Good girl,” he says breathlessly.
Kon grabs the camera off the tripod, kneeling in front of you and shoving it in your face. You stare at the blinking red light, stare into the lens that’s capturing you in such a lurid position.
“Go on, sweetheart.” Conner prompts, “smile for the camera.”
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SUMMARY: tim drake and conner kent aren’t your boyfriend boyfriends, they’re situational and that includes the sex too… but when they notice you flirting with another guy at a wayne gala? they aren’t shy about their jealousy… and you experience it first hand when both of them stuff you.
CONTENT WARNING: 18+ CONTENT, double penetration, dirty talk, vaginal sex, anal sex, threesome, rough sex, big dick! conner kent, big dick! tim drake, unprotected sex, first time anal, jealous sex, competitive sex, ass slapping (a little), tummy bulge, they’re so in love with you—
AUTHOR'S NOTE: day twenty eight! like I’m so fucking sorry but this is straight up filth, I knew I wanted to do double penetration, and they’re just both so hot, how could I not? anyway, hope u enjoy!
tim and conner are competitive people. you knew this too well.
they’re also your “not-so-boyfriend” boyfriends, tim calls it situational boyfriends, conner calls it half-time boyfriends. they’re not your boyfriends all the time, other times they were definitely your boyfriends— dick jokes that they’re only your boyfriends when they need to be, which is more true than they could even think… but the problem with having two competitive, not-so-boyfriends boyfriends? they get jealous… and horny.
and jealous and horny don’t mix well.
you weren’t even supposed to be at the wayne gala.
you weren’t a fancy socialite or business person trying to sell people things. you weren’t even really dating tim (who was the one invited by dick and damian), though you’d fallen asleep in his bed more times than you can count on two hands and whenever you needed him, he was there in a moment.
but you went anyway, because tim dragged you along, which inadvertently meant conner was coming too— who wasn’t too happy to be leaving metropolis, but would put up with it because it was you two. conner was given a suit by clark (color coordinated by lois because god forbid clark cannot color coordinate to save his damn life) and tim used bruce’s credit card.
and how you ended up leaving the gala with two jealous doberman in human form, holding each one of your arms as you three got back to metropolis through conner’s flying abilities… that’s how you found yourself in this position; on your back, dress was ripped on the floor, both conner and tim were naked and stroking their cock as each one of their hands held one of your legs open for them.
then seeing you get hit on one of those stupid gentlemen swingers in gotham? they didn’t expect each other to get so jealous.
you weren’t even their girlfriend, why are they getting so mad about him? he’s not as hot as they are, he definitely doesn’t make you feel good like they can (and they’ve done before) and he’s definitely ogling at you for far too much for both of their likings. and that’s how you ended up leaving the party early, leaving that god forsaken gala through the front doors and ignoring people as they questioned why two men, fat grins on their faces hiding their jealousy, were pushing each other with you in their arms out the door.
so that’s how you ended up in this position.
“f-fuck…” you mutter as your legs shake. you don’t even get a second before they get on the bed with you, tim going over to the pillows and pressing against the headboard as he grabs you and puts you on his lap, conner getting behind you as conner straddles tim’s legs.
tim kisses your jaw, his right hand squeezing your breast as his left hand grabs his cock, murmuring a few shushes as conner lines up with your hole. “have you ever had two in one go, baby?” tim questions you, his blue eyes shooting into yours.
you shudder as four hands touch you so well. you shake your head, looking over your shoulder at conner as he kisses the top of your spine. “n-no, tim… ‘never had two dicks in me…”
“good.” conner gruffs against your hair, his tip pressing against your hole as tim’s dick presses against your cunt. “cause tonight, that’s what you’re getting…” he says, grabbing your jaw with his right hand and kissing you.
you moan against his lips, your shaky moans leave your lips as you feel both of their tips against each one of your holes. “j-just be gentle… please?”
tim smiles at your words, kissing your cheek. “of course baby, ain’t no way we’re going to hurt this pussy of ours…”
with no words needed, conner goes first since it hurts more to get a dick up your ass instead of your pussy.
his tip is bulbous against your hole but it stretches you so fucking good. you moan out as you feel your hole gets stretched beyond any point. conner’s hands spread your cheeks, watching in awe as each inch disappears, your muscles clamping around him like a vice.
he grunts, squeezing both cheeks in hand. “c’mon baby… don’t give me a hard time.” he gruffs, bullying open your hole as your moans fill the room. it’s a different pain from vaginal— a sharp yet delicious sensation that you tried to relax for him, but you can’t help it. “there you go…” he coos once your hole lightens up around him. “good fuckin’ hole f’me, making me so proud.”
tim grins at your response, stroking his cock with a methodical pace as he waits for conner to be fully seated in your ass. “you done, man? this pussy’s wet as shit on this side.” he says, putting his left hand right under your clit, feeling just how wet you truly are.
conner groans at the final inch, his balls resting against your cheeks as he adjusts his knees, fixing his posture. “her hole took it well, go ahead, tim.”
nodding, tim adjusts his hips and slowly pushes his cock into your folds. your pussy takes it easier than your hole, considering it’s less tight than your behind, but it feels so good. you feel so fucking full by the both of them, conner’s cock warms up inside you as tim’s cock slowly pushes into you.
“there you go…” conner mutters, moving his right hand to wrap around your waist, his hand sprawling on the top of your abdomen, feeling tim fill you. “this pussy doesn’t want anyone else… no one else can make you feel this good, can they, love?”
you shake your head, gasping with each shove of his cock. “s-shut up, con… fuckkkkkk.” you moan out as tim’s cock eventually hits your cervix, his balls brushing against your puffy cunt as now, both cocks sit heavy into you.
tim grins, kissing your swollen lips as they both let you adjust to two dicks in you, squeezing your right thigh. “oh c’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”
“you- you two are so- so fucking jealous…” you grit out, jaw clenched as your walls on both ends slowly ease up. you’re getting used to them, you’ve had both of them inside you but not like this— not at the same time. they’ve shared your pussy but not your pussy and your hole at the same time.
conner shrugs, thumb stroking the bulge in your abdomen as his left hand remains on your ass. “if the shoe fits, baby, you’re the one flirting with that guy… like he had a chance.”
tim nods in response. “conner’s right, sweetheart, you’re the one who flirted with him, looking at him like you wanted to fuck him.” he adds, feeling conner adjust behind you, his cock getting needy to move.
you roll your eyes. “i-i already said i’m sorry, for fucks sake… y-you guys aren’t even my boyfriends so why do you even c-care?” you question, knowing damn well the attitude ain't going to do you any favors, but you like it when they’re rough with you; but the broken words aren’t on purpose, it just feels that good.
“don’t give us attitude, sweetheart.” tim reads it immediately, purposely adjusting his hips just for that, which makes you groan out loud.
conner nods, lifting his hand to slap your ass— it’s not hard whatsoever, just a gentle tap, like a warning tap. “tim’s right, no need for the smart mouth. and for that boyfriends comment? it shouldn’t matter, baby, tim dragged us with him and we remained with each other, not flirting with other men ten feet away from one another.”
the jealousy shouldn’t be so hot, but it just is. the husky voice of tim and the deep voice of conner just feels too good vibrating against your skin.
you can’t respond, but it’s not like they were going to force that out of you… instead, they began to move their hips.
tim began his movements first, conner held you up so easily as tim began to lift his hips, thrusting upwards into your tight cunt. your moan is sharp-- unexpected as you feel pleasure hit your body instantly with tim’s cock. your pussy flutters around him. “tim!”
he grins, both hands remaining on your thighs as conner holds your hips. “now you don’t got that bitchy ass attitude." he remarks, not relenting on his hips as the wet slaps of skin echo throughout the bedroom. “taking my cock like the good girl you are…”
then, conner begins to move, and you are seeing stars at this point.
conner’s cock burns your walls as each thrust in your hole forces the muscle to open up and expand with each thrust, his cock bullying your hole as they held you in place, both cocks moving at different speeds and angles, but they’re both doing what they’ve intended to do, which is make you feel good.
the kryptonian behind you grunts out a few curses as he thrusts in and out, balls slapping against your clit as the robin below you keeps up the quickened pace rather than the behind’s deepening pace. they both feel too damn good that your body doesn’t know how to feel besides beg for release almost instantly.
“you feel that?” conner questions as each thrust hits you like a freight train. “you feel us fucking you, like it’s what you deserve… tell me baby.” he begins, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him over your shoulder. “who’s the guy you were flirting with?”
your eyes look at him, you can barely keep focus with the amount of pleasure both cocks are doing to you and you can barely think about anything from the last five minutes, let alone an hour previous.
tim grins at the response you give conner, which is literally a fucked out response. “i don’t think she knows, man… think that mind is too fucked for her to even think.”
conner’s smile turns wolfish at tim’s words, stroking your jawline. “is he right, baby? is that pretty little head too fucked out to think of anyone else besides us?”
and at that, you respond. you nod, pussy fluttering as you find yourself closer and closer to the edge, so quickly and so pathetically— but you couldn’t care, you hadn’t cared the moment conner lined up behind you and tim in front of you. “y-yes, con… t-too fucked out… t-too good…. ah! oh fuck!” you let out as tim drills into a particularly good spot.
“she’s going to cum.” tim says, bringing his hand up to your puffy clit. “should we let her cum, conner?”
you try to nod, try to beg them to let you finish, but conner’s hand literally locks you there.
he pretends to think for a second before responding. he may be jealous, absolutely, he may be horny and pissed… but he wants to see just how fucked out they can make you… and that includes see how many orgasms you can handle. “i don’t know, tim, you think you can make her cum?”
that makes tim’s eyebrow raise, and his hips don’t falter at conner’s challenge, meanwhile your face was red, your moans hoarse as these two men argued below you.
“uhhh, i definitely can, not so sure if you can, considering you’re slow as shit.” tim responds, legs flexing as each thrust hits deeper and deeper.
and conner? he doesn’t respond, but with the way he moves you a little, bringing his right hand onto the back of your neck and his left hand on your hip and the sudden change of pace in his movements? that’s all tim needs to see to pick up his pace. you scream as conner’s cock goes faster, hitting the deepest parts in you, it feels damn good as his cock drags in and out.
you can’t tell who makes you cum, but you just know it as your eyes roll back, a scream of both of their names and an arch of your back off of conner’s shoulder is all you need to cum.
each cock remains to go faster as your orgasm tears through you, each finger losing sensation, legs clenched hard and needily around tim’s leg, locked in by conner’s legs as you fall over the edge. head thrown back, sweat dripping down your face.
and they didn’t give you a chance to think before they fall over the edge as well.
tim does first, like always for the regular human. for one whimper of your name, his cock hits your g-spot, and in an instant, you feel a gush of warm semen enter your folds. it’s fulfilling and its sticking to the inside of your walls as he grinds against you, semen pumping deep within your folds.
then, conner cums. a deep marking of his hand on the back of your neck and one groan, he’s cumming as well, this time in your hole. being half kryptonian, he’s much more forceful as his cum has a lot more pressure in it. it knocks the wind out of you as it enters your asshole. you can feel it, your nails digging deep into tim’s chest as you squeeze your eyes shut, his thumb stroking your neck as he cums deep.
both holes are filled with both of the superheroes’ semen, both panting as they catch their breaths. your eyes finally roll back to where they’re supposed to be, tim leans up to kiss your swollen lips and conner kisses your neck.
“t-turns out you can take double dicks…” tim remarks against your lips as he’s slow to pull out, but eventually, he does, with conner doing it first. both of them are out of their respective spots.
you nod as conner gently moves your body onto the bed and onto your back, careful to not hurt your backside. “f-fuck… tell me to never make you two jealous again… fuck.” you murmur under your breath. “n-need a damn shower.”
conner smiles, but you know that smile, it ain’t over for you. “who says you’re finished baby… you’ve got a lot more and last time i checked, tim…” he looks down at tim, who’s leaning on his forearms. “whoever goes flaccid first loses…”
tim smiles once again, and you just internally groan as his words fill the room. “oh you’re so going down.” he says as they both go to one of your legs, spreading you open all over again.
maybe making them jealous was the right thing to do…
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they’re just so fucking delicious, I want to eat them both— this is probably one of the nastiest ones I’ve done just because it’s double penetration and I’ve never written a three some like this (the only other one is my dick x wally x reader one) so hope u enjoyed! next one coming soon!
Synopsis: Kon is not pleased with either of you. You both can't take care of yourselves, so he has to take care of you.
W.C: 2.5k
Tags: Smut ❀, dubcon (drunk reader), poly relationship, Dom!Kon (maybe ooc?), Sub!Tim, Sub!Fem!Reader, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking (Reader), anal (Tim), oral (m & f receiving), cunnilingus, handjob
Kon wasn't happy, not in the slightest. He'd had a long day and all he wanted was to come home to his partners and cuddle up with some snacks and a movie. But that's not what he got. Instead, he found his boyfriend glued to his computer screen—still working at midnight—and you were nowhere in sight. Based on the mess that was your vanity, your favourite pair of heels being absent from the shared closet, and one of his leather jackets missing you had gone out. Even though he had warned you not to. There had been a series of horrifying crimes against women within your age range occurring during the nights around Gotham. All Kon wanted was for Tim not to look like he was about to pass out and for you to listen for once.
But you can't always have what you want. You only get what you want sometimes—and Kon was set on getting his new want. He might not have gotten the relaxing cuddled-up night he originally wanted, but he was certainly going to show you and Tim a piece of his mind.
"Kon–relax—" Tim groaned as he rubbed his eyes.
"Don't tell me to relax, Tim!" He pulled Tim's hands away from his eyes, his dark under circles on full display. "How am I supposed to relax when my partners are incapable of taking care of themselves?"
"I'm not incapable of taking care of myself!" Tim shot up from his desk chair.
Kon only responded with a pointed look as he swayed from exhaustion. Tim's hands shook slightly—the caffeine or the sleep deprivation, he had no idea which. Before more raised words could be shot at one another the front door clicked open. Kon stormed out of Tim's home office.
"Where the hell have you been?" He planted his hands on his hips.
Kon was still dressed in his suit not having time to change before he started panicking about his lovers.
"Huh?" Your smile was lopsided.
He watched unamused as you leaned against the wall. Wobbling as you took off your heels. He had to admit—you looked good. You looked really good. And that just pissed him off more.
"Where were you?" He took a few steps forward, his chest a few inches from yours. "I told you that it wasn't safe to go out!"
"Relax, I just went to Jessica's for a bit." Tim had shown security footage of you leaving at 7 pm—the drive to Jessica's was only 20 minutes—it was now something past 12 at night. "I got an Uber, no drunk driving from me, no bad mistakes were made Konny."
He couldn't tell if you were trying to say "honey" or making a new nickname in your drunken state.
"How much did you drink? Who else was there?" His large hands gripped your biceps to hold you upright.
He didn't want to be controlling or possessive—that was Tim's thing. But he did want to be aware of the dangerous situations his lovers were putting themselves into.
"Ehm—I don't know, I wasn't counting—but I think maybe," You held up your hands and started counting with your fingers.
When you counted past five Kon decided he'd had enough. He grabbed your hips and threw you over his shoulders. One of your hands pressed into his shoulder, holding yourself up so you weren't upside down.
"Kon—what the hell?!"
Tim stepped out of his office. "Kon what are you—" He didn't get to finish his question before Kon had picked him up too.
He was a man on a mission. Get his two partners to stop doing stupid, reckless shit and make sure they remember not to do it again.
"Kon put us down!" Tim argued.
He complied and tossed both of you onto your shared bed.
Tim sat up, "I've got work to finish." Kon shoved him back down.
"Not anymore. Both of you—" He panned his eyes from Tim to you, who was staring at him like he was some kind of marble statue. "Are both going to do as I say, and learn a lesson."
"Kon, I seriously need to finish—" Kon shut Tim up with an aggressive kiss.
He pulled away when he heard you giggling to yourself.
"Is she drunk?" Tim muttered as he stared.
Kon didn't miss how his eyes raked over your cleavage. Kon himself was eyeing your legs. His hands grabbed your calves and pulled you closer. You lay flat on your back as he attacked your neck with open-mouth kisses. Usually, you'd give out about leaving marks but you were too caught up giggling. Tim's hand intertwined with yours and the other moved to grope your chest.
"Both of you have been stressing me out, so you're going to do as I say," He removed himself from the crook of your neck. "And then I'll finally be able to relax like you want me to."
"Tim, take those off and sit up by the headboard." He gestured to his sweatpants. "You," He pointed at you. "C'mere."
You sat up at the edge of the bed with a dopey smile. Kon stripped his jacket off your form and you shivered from the cold. He took his own jacket off and removed his suit. He stood in his boxers, Tim was leaning against the headboard in his and you were still in your little dress. Kon pulled Tim's closed thighs apart. He then grabbed your body and flipped you over. You now lay on your stomach, head between Tim's open thighs and Kon stood between yours.
"I told you not to go out, because it was dangerous right?" Kon repeated as he pushed your dress up, exposing your ass.
"Yeah..."
"And you still went out and drank?"
"Yeah—" You gasped when his hand collided with your cheek.
His hand stayed on your ass, massaging where the handprint was forming. He started to grind against you.
"That's not good baby, could've got hurt." He pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. "What would we have done then?"
"You would've—ah!" You moaned mid-sentence as he shoved the tip into you.
"Go on."
"Y-you would've, uhm—" You tried to sink further onto his cock but he pressed your hips down preventing you from moving. "Ugh—would've had to take care of me?"
You weren't sure of what you were saying. Blame it on the alcohol or being too horny for your boyfriends.
He thrusted fully into you, causing you to let out a whine.
"Still have to take care of you, baby, look at you—" His hands slid along your thighs and ass. "Drunk, and already dumb on my cock."
He leaned down, pressing his chest to your back and whispered something Tim couldn't hear into your ear. "But Tim's worse. He stays safe from others but not himself. You've seen how attached he gets to his work and what it does to him, haven't you?"
You nodded your head. "So while I take care of you I need you to take care of him." He motioned with his eyes to Tim's growing bulge. "You can do that can't you?" You nodded again, desperate to please.
"Good," He pulled out and slammed back into you.
Your hands reached up and tugged Tim's aching cock out of his boxers. You peppered a few kisses along him before slipping it into your mouth. Tim moaned at the sight of your lipgloss smearing along him. One of his hands cradled your jaw the other was intertwined with your hand.
"Oh fuck—babe!" Tim tipped his head back and closed his eyes (probably for the first time in 48 hours).
He peered them open to watch Kon disappear inside you. His large hands held onto your waist as he rutted into you. Your moans and gasps sent vibrations through Tim. Your nails clawed at Tim's hips, leaving red lines and crescent imprints. He groaned at the sight of your ass rippling when Kon's hips snapped against them.
Kon's hand slid up your back and neck to grab a fistful of hair. He leaned down and began to kiss and suck along the nape of your neck. The slight change in angle had Kon hitting your sweet spot. You pulled off Tim's cock and he whined from the loss of warmth.
"Uh—Kon it's to much!" You cried.
Kon shoved you back onto Tim's pulsing cock. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat.
"It's not too much—it's exactly what you need." He grunted and picked up his pace. "If I don't take care of you both who else will?"
You let out muffled moans. The room filled with Tim's groans and Kon's grunts. His skin loudly slapped against yours. Tim thinks you muttered "Oh fuck!", he couldn't hear you properly while you were deep throating his cock. He was mesmerised by the smudged lip gloss and the drool dribbling down your chin. Your back arched, Kon deepened the arch by lifting your hips higher. The tip of his cock was perfectly kissing your cervix.
"Shit—I'm close!" Tim was bucking up into your mouth.
Your eyes rolled back as you came. Tim followed not long after. Kon thrusted a few more times into you before cumming. He pressed as far into you as possible. You felt a sticky sensation drip down your inner thighs. Kon rested his full body weight onto you, doing his best to keep you full of him.
"Holy shit..." Your head lolled from side to side.
Tim pulled your body up and began licking up the drool and cum that clung to your skin. His tongue swiped up your neck—right over the Kon's bloomed hickeys causing a whine to escape you. Kon pulled out of you and sat up. He grabbed your hips and sat you to the side. Kon grasped one of Tim's wrists and brought him close, his other hand resting on his upper neck. He whispered something you couldn't hear.
You zoned out for a few seconds, your earlier decisions involving alcohol catching up to you. You broke out of your trance when Tim's hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled you closer. He lay on his back with Kon in between his legs. Kon wrapped Tim's legs around his waist.
"Come here, pretty." Tim's hands moved to your thighs and brought your body over his face.
You quickly removed your dress and tossed it to the floor. His hands slid up and groped your breasts. His nimble fingers toying with your hardened nipples.
"Sit down, babe, he can take it," Kon said with a sultry yet sweet tone.
You and Tim hadn't done this before. Well, now that you're thinking about it you have you were just both really drunk—and you can't remember it! Tim gave you a look that told you he could take it. So you sat down and placed your hands over his. He closed his eyes and hummed as he dragged his tongue along your folds. You slowly grinded into his face and he started to suck on your clit. He could taste both you and Kon. You were hot and wet and he had his hands on your chest. Tim was in heaven.
Kon suddenly thrust into Tim causing a loud moan to leave his lips and send a shivering vibration up you. The more Kon pounded into Tim, the more he moaned and therefore the more you moaned.
"See, I can take care of you both," Kon slapped one of Tim's trembling thighs. "You just need to comply."
"Can't take care of my babys if they're never listening to me."
You started giggling again. Your figure swaying a little.
"Turn around, baby." He sighed.
"Huh?" You joked, barely looking over your shoulder.
Kon's hand met your rear as he spanked you again. You jolted but Tim held you in place. You were still breathlessly giggling.
"Tim, turn her around." Tim groaned but pushed you off him—just enough for you to shift around.
Once you turned around you plopped back down onto Tim's face. He immediately dived his tongue back in. Kon pressed a hand onto Tim's side and grabbed your neck with the other. He pulled you in and connected your lips. His tongue slipped through your swollen lips. He licked up the traces of Tim and hummed satisfactorily.
"See the problem is," He said in between kisses. "Neither of you listens until it's too late."
He trailed down your neck—the opposite side from earlier. "Am I going to have to repeatedly teach you both lessons?"
"I hope so."
You let out another drunken laugh. Tim was too caught up in eating you out to answer Kon. He lifted his hand from Tim's side to give your ass another quick spank before resuming its position.
"Oh—shit—Tim!" You moaned into Kon's ear.
Your hips started rutting along Tim's face as his legs started spasming around Kon's waist. Kon pulled away from you and firmly held Tim's shaking legs.
"Come on baby," He murmured as he thrusted into Tim.
Tim's hands were shaking and sliding all over your body, groping at whatever they could. You noticed Tim's hard cock flushed red and leaking pre cum. You took him in your hands and started to jerk him off. He groaned into you so you kept going. Your hands sliding up in down as fast as you could—trying but failing to keep up with Kon's inhuman pace.
Tim came and his cum splashed up onto all of you. Mostly on himself, but some got onto Kon's abs and your chest and hands. You reached your climax after him and rode through it. Tim slurped up everything that dripped out of you like his life depended on it. Kon gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and finishing on Tim's abs.
"And this is what's going to happen when you both fail to take care of yourselves." Kon stared pointedly at the two of you.
"You're gonna take us to heaven?" Tim half-joked.
You bent down and started to lick up the fluids across Tim's torso.
"Okay—we really need to get you to bed." Kon lifted you off Tim and into his arms.
"Your going to bed too, stop eyeing that damn laptop!" He shouted back at Tim as he carried you to the bathroom.
"I've just got one thing to finish Kon," He reached over the edge of the bed for his laptop. "It'll only be a minute—"
Kon hoisted Tim up into his arms and carried him to the bathroom. He set Tim down beside you in the abnormally large bath (made for 3) that was filled with hot water and bubbles. You leaned on Tim's shoulder, laughing about something.
"How much did you drink?" Tim asked.
"I made her stop counting after five."
"That's not bad—" Tim cut himself off before he could expose any more of his caffeine problem.
"Tim."
Tim didn't respond.
"How many energy drinks have you had today?"
"Define today—"
"Tim!"
A/N: 🔮 I'm seeing more TimKon content in the future... more DicKory content too... and maybe—just maybe—even RoyDonna content...
Damn I just realized that you basically wrote/write all my favourite dc fan fics
On that note, i come here to beg for a tim drake x male reader , I love tim drake with all my heart and I am a starved soul, I take anything you will give me ngl
Maybe even a tim drake x m!reader x conner ( superboy) but reader is a civilian and both of them think they arent really smart enough to get that they are superheroes bevause reader is a bit more forgetfull, but reader actually does know about them beinh heros. Like reader is forgetful but not dumb, and yes he can tell you that they are superheros but how he found that out? No clue, he forgot lmao
𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝
pairings: tim drake x conner kent x male!reader
summary: your boyfriends find out what you forgot to tell them about
a/n: I'm gonna be so honest with you shark (can I call you that?), I am so nervous about writing both of them bc I like them and I'm so nervous about fucking them up 😭 hope you enjoy it <3
You and Conner were lounging on the sofa in your apartment, trying to decide what movie to watch. Preferably one neither of you saw, which wasn't the easiest task due to you not remembering half of the movies you watch.
Tim walked out of your shared bedroom, typing something out on his phone as he walks up to the couch.
"Alright, work called," Tim explained, leaning in to give both of you quick kisses. "I'll see you two later."
"Will you actually make it to dinner this time, or will Batman keep you away?" You asked, grabbing onto Tim's sleeve before he could walk away.
Both of your boyfriends froze, staring at you with wide eyes. You looked between them confused, not understanding their reaction.
"What…?" Conner asked, breaking the silence.
"Will you be back for dinner or will you be too busy being Red Robin?" You repeated, examining Tim before doing the same to Conner.
"(Name)—" Tim started.
"Wait, you know?" Conner questioned, interrupting Tim.
"Of course I know," you shrugged. "I might forget things sometimes, but I'm not an idiot, Superboy."
"And how… did you find out?" Tim asked, sitting down next to you.
"I... don't remember." You looked down at your lap, embarrassed.
Conner and Tim laugh, both of them wrapping their arms around you.
"Wait, then why didn't you say anything?" Conner wondered, kissing your cheek.
"I thought I told you about this already." You laugh, and your boyfriends shake their heads.
"We love you so much you have no idea," Tim said, squishing your cheeks in his hands.
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pairing: tim drake x reader x conner kent
word count: 8.0k
description: you had to be cursed. that was the only explanation as to why everything that could go wrong on your birthday did. luckily, your boys are there to take care of you the way you need.
tags: smut (18+), goes without saying but all characters are in early twenties, tim and kon are boyfriends and you're also their girlfriend, kon is 'supernova' since jon is now 'superboy', reader is a bit self-pitying and self-deprecating at first but it's okay because i say so, established poly relationship, disgusting amount of pet names used (i'm not sorry), inappropriate use of TTK, oral (f recieving), p in v, anal, fingering, just a dirty time all around because it's my birthday and i deserve it.
a/n: the absolutely stunning fanart in my header is by the talented @bichenart, please go check them out! this is disgustingly self-indulgent bc im a stressed college student and it's my birthday. this is my gift to myself. i love timkon but also i want to be in there too so... bon apetit.
Your birthday was an event you'd been looking forward to for months.
Now, usually, it was no big deal. Maybe a party was thrown, cake was eaten, and you'd go out with a few friends. You'd wear shiny sash that read 'birthday girl' in sparkly glitter letters and nurse your hangover the next morning, not really feeling that much older.
That was until you'd begun dating Tim and Kon.
Kon loved birthdays, especially when it came to the people he cares about. Everything from the cake, to the parties, to the planning, to making the gifts, to even the smallest celebrations. He threw himself into all of it. He loves to spoil the people he's close to. Part of him really enjoys it because he never got the childhood memories or the doting parents or the parties full of sugar-rushed classmates.
Kon loves pouring himself into birthdays. Whether it be his own, Tim's, or yours. He was always baking goods, hand-crafting gifts, or decorating the whole apartment with an ungodly amount of balloons. It was your special day, he'd claim, it had to be awesome.
Tim was different, as he usually was when compared to Kon.
While he didn't have an abundance of proper love given from Jack and Janet Drake, the birthdays in the Wayne household were special events (especially to Dick Grayson). He may not be as outwardly enthusiastic as Kon but he was a meticulous planner. When it came to you or your boyfriend's birthday you could always expect a finely curated bouquet on the counter, a reservation at your favorite place downtown, and a piece of jewelry glinting on a satin cushion.
And Tim would just casually drop these gifts on you with little warning and that infuriating smirk tugging at his lip. As if he was pretending not to know it meant the world to you and Kon both.
So, months in advance to today, your boyfriends had gone out of their way to plan a celebration worthy of you.
It's too bad that things can never go as planned.
It all starts when you wake up late.
Your alarm never went off. Your thirty minutes behind schedule. If you're lucky, you'll make it to your crowded lecture hall with only a couple minutes to spare to scrounge for a seat.
"Fuck." You curse, voice still thick with sleep. Icy hot adrenaline shoots through your veins, heart immediately kicking into gear against your ribs.
As gently yet quickly as you're able, you disentangle yourself from the vigilante and half-kryptonian in your bed. Luckily, last night you'd fallen asleep with your back to Tim's chest instead of stuck between him and Kon. His nose had been pressed into the nape of your neck, arms firmly wrapped about your waist. Kon had slotted himself behind him, muscled leg tossed over his boyfriend's and hand outstretched to brush your hip.
Their patrol had been hard on the both of them. Some new rogue had been tearing up the downtown area of Gotham for no good reason. Tim had come home with new bruises and a couple gashes for you to patch up and Kon needed to leave his sun lamp on so he could heal overnight.
But they had each other, and you to fall back on. Everyone had been okay but you hadn't been able to get to sleep until late. (You didn't mind when it came to making sure they were safe).
In their embrace, you had been comfortable, cozy, and it made something behind your ribs warm and fuzzy. That they trusted you this much with their identities, their care. You would always take care of your boys.
You all take care of each other, really. Whether it's Kon tugging Tim away from his laptop after a few hours too long, you dragging Kon out to soak up some sun when the nights get dark early, or Tim bringing home take out when you and Kon have had a bad day.
The combined scent of Tim's cedar shampoo and Kon's lingering cologne had quickly lulled you to sleep.
Too deep of a sleep, apparently.
Tim whines as he feels you leave his grasp. His eyes aren't even open but his arms are still stretched out over the indent you left in the mattress, the missing piece obvious.
You feel a tendril of air curl about your ankle and tug. It nearly sends you tumbling to the floor.
"Kon-El," You only ever use his full name when you're prickly, "I'm late for class, let go!"
The man in question groans in complaint but his TTK dissipates, leaving you able to scramble to the bathroom.
You do the absolute bare minimum. Deodorant hastily applied, a bra squeezed on, face wash quickly rinsed, and teeth quickly brushed. You throw on a pair of jeans, a faded t-shirt, tug on mismatched socks, and one of Kon's hoodies lying on the floor. You move about the room like a panicked bird in a cage.
The hoodie smelled like both of your boyfriends (Tim had probably worn it before you did, honestly) and that was a comfort. You'd need it today.
You might've been racing against the clock but that didn't stop you from leaning over to press a chaste kiss to Tim's temple and Kon's cheek.
"Love you both." The words are as rushed as you are.
Tim hums his contentment and Kon smiles.
"Happy birthday." He mumbles, obviously still half-asleep.
You pause. In all your panic, you'd forgotten what day it was. You can only look forward to when the day was done and you'd be able to celebrate the day properly with your boys.
Toeing on some shoes, your voice carries through the room one final time.
"I'll see you both tonight!"
-
Things went downhill quickly from there.
Quickly dressing had done you some good as you had just enough time to brew some coffee in a thermos before rushing out the door.
But, in your haste, you hadn't screwed the lid on correctly.
So, of course, it just had to spill all down your front mid-sip as you were speed walking to your class. Burning hot coffee seeped into Kon's hoodie, soaking through to sting your skin.
You curse, nearly dropping the cup in your wake.
And, just your luck, it had been in a crowd of your peers… also rushing to class. Embarrassment cloys in your chest and your face burns with the feeling.
Great. Just great.
You make it to class two minutes before it begins. Almost every seat is taken. You have to scoot passed five other students to find a cramped seat in the back of the hall.
Fine. Fine. This is fine.
Except as soon as your professor starts class, he reveals that he has a surprise quiz. On the topic that he had only just introduced late last week. You were not prepared in the slightest. Everything on the sheet looked like pure gibberish. Eyes straining, you stared at your laptop screen for a good ten minutes trying to wrack your mind for anything. Anything at all.
You score poorly. It brings your grade down by nearly four full percentage points, bringing you below where you want to be.
You leave that class feeling dejected, like the day had already turned against you before the clock struck nine.
Throughout your classes, you learn that apparently every single one is out to get you. As if every professor had got together and brewed up the most evil midterms they could think of. Some are covering material you're not going over until the day before the test is supposed to be given.
You could scream.
Dread is a stone sitting in your gut.
You spend every free moment trying to block out study time in your already busy weekly schedule. Maybe you could ask Tim for some help making a study plan… you make a note to ask later. But just the thought of the sheer amount of studying you need to do made you tired.
When the hours of tedious lectures are over, it's time for a meeting with your advisor. It's then that you find out that a couple credits you took last term actually don't count towards your major anymore… meaning you're going to have to make them up additionally over the summer or online.
Perfect. That's exactly what you needed today.
The walk from the advising office to your place of work is spent with you gritting your teeth and trying to calm down. You were coiled like a spring, tense and agitated. You force yourself to suck in big lungfuls of air.
It would all work out. It would be okay.
You just have to make it through this shift and then you'd be home, able to relax with the only two people you really wanted to be with right now.
A couple buzzes grab your attention from your back pocket. You tug out your phone, glancing down. Two new messages light up your screen.
TimTam: Happy birthday, baby. Got us reservations at that place you like near that park Kon crash landed in last week, see you tonight. :)
Clone Boy: HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY i love you very much and can't wait to see you tonight!!!! <3<3<3<3
And it's funny, really, how easily they're able to get you to smile on the shittiest days. Things feel just a tad lighter. Your heart lifts with the thought of tonight.
The picture is painted vividly in your head.
Dressed in a pretty outfit, maybe something silky with a hem that brushes your thighs, you'd walk down the streets of Gotham arm in arm with your boys. Kon would be wearing his new leather jacket he found thrifting last week and maybe Tim would wear that one dress shirt that makes his biceps look good enough to bite.
The restaurant would be dim, filled with warm chatter, and you'd be ushered to a booth tucked away into the corner where the three of you can laugh and joke to your heart's content.
Only when your stomach is full to bursting with savory food would you leave. You might wander around the city for a bit… but you know yourself (and the boys) too well. You'll all be eager to rush home and tumble into the sheets together by the end of the night. In between rounds, you'd snack on the cupcakes Kon had worked hard on last night.
The thought of what awaits you in only a few hours gets you through the walk to work.
But once the shift starts, you know you're in for a long few hours.
Your coworkers are all panicked, your boss is on a power-tripped rampage, and you have a seemingly insurmountable amount of tasks to finish before the day is done.
Halfway through, your coworker makes a mistake. Which would be fine and dandy, and mistakes are made all the time, except the blame gets put onto you.
And your boss explodes.
He yells at you in front of all your other coworkers, not letting you get a single word in. You almost think you're about to be fired with the way he goes on and on and on.
At the end of his tirade, you find out you still have your job. But now you have to stay late to fix the mistake that wasn't even yours. Meaning you'd miss your dinner reservation.
On your ten, you step outside into the alley. Holding your phone to your ear, you listen to the first few rings as you bite your lip to keep it from wobbling.
"Hey, birthday girl," Tim's voice is clear and gentle through the speaker, "What's up?"
"Hey." You despise how your words wobble already.
Tim catches onto it because of course he does. You can sense his brows furrowing through the screen. He says your name.
"Are you okay-?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm all good." Sucking in a breath, you force yourself to continue. "But something came up at work I can't get out of and now I have to stay late… I'll explain when I get home but um… I won't be able to make it to our reservation. I'm really really sorry, Tim."
"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. It's not you're fault. We can go out another night. Kon and I will have something ready for you when you get home, okay?"
Your eyes burn and you force yourself to swallow around the lump in your throat. Guilt presses on your ribs and makes your breath stutter. Tim's easy acceptance and solution just makes you feel worse. He made that reservation months in advance and now he has to throw it all away.
He must notice your silence.
"… Hey, you're sure you're alright?"
You catch yourself nodding before you remember he can't see you. You clear your throat.
"Yeah, it's just… it's been a long day." You check the time. Break is nearly over. "I'll see you guys when I get home, yeah?"
"Yeah, okay. Kon says not to work too hard. We love you."
"I love you guys too. See you at home."
By the end of your shift, you're at your limit. Your bones felt like they were made of lead and every step you took felt like it took far too much effort. Eyelids heavy and soul drained, you make your weary way back home.
The Gotham night is cold and dark. You're this close to calling Kon and asking him to don the Supernova suit just to fly you home. But you don't. You've already asked enough of both your boyfriends tonight.
And the best part? The cherry on top of this whole day? Not even two minutes into your walk home it starts to pour rain. You don't have a proper rain jacket nor an umbrella. Only Kon's coffee-stained hoodie from this morning that soaks through in five seconds flat.
Wrapping your arms around yourself and resuming your defeated journey home, you come to the conclusion that you must be cursed. That's why this whole day has turned to shit.
Complete and utter shit.
-
Nudging the door open to your apartment had you feeling like you were the prisoner from Plato's allegory and just finally clawed your way to freedom. The door shutting feels like sealing off the world and everything bad that comes with it. Which left only safety.
When you, Tim, and Kon had agreed to move in with one another it had just felt natural. You'd been dating for more than a year and already practically lived with one another anyways. There was an apartment in Gotham and Metropolis, just in case either of their duties required them to be in either place for a more significant amount of time.
Your Gotham apartment was a penthouse at the top of an old factory turned tenant building, courtesy of Tim. It was nice for what it was, plus had top of the line heating and water so you couldn't complain. Spacious and a mostly open floor plan.
The three of you had made it a home.
A pair of red converse and worn doc marten boots sat neatly by the door. Pictures of the Kent's, bat-family, and even some of your own memories littered the walls, alongside the occasional Star Trek or NASA poster. A quilt gifted from the Ma Kent was draped over the back of the couch and any of Tim's gadgets could be found in the oddest nooks and crannies. The orchid you recently re-potted sits, healthy and in full bloom, above the kitchen sink.
The entire place was lit by warm lamps or unique light fixtures. The big lights haven't been used since you moved in. It's the sanctuary you so desperately need.
Kon stands in front of the stove, lit like an angel in the dim kitchen light.
His back is to you, broad shoulders making the cut-off t-shirt he wears stretch almost obscenely tight. It made his arms look like they were sculpted by gods. Dark curls are fluffy and mussed as if he just got up from a nap. His hair is growing a bit long in the back, he definitely needs a haircut but you secretly like the length. He has on a simple pair of jeans and knitted socks he got from Ma Kent. He's humming along to an old rock song playing from his phone and the scent of something warm and savory drifts through the air.
The half-kryptonian boy turns to you when he hears your bag thud to the floor. (You're sure he heard you coming, super-hearing and all, but sometimes he likes to pretend to be surprised). The smile he gives you is bright and absolutely radiant. It's everything you'd been needing.
His eyes are so bright and he's so beautiful and the light glints off of the small gold hoops in his ears. He's perfect. Pure relief crashes through you like a glacier breaking off to plummet into the ocean.
"Hey, babe, happy birthday-!" Kon stops short in the middle of his sentence, brows furrowing as he takes you in. You must look pitiful; hair plastered to your face, shivering, soaked through to the bone.
You hardly register his words because all of a sudden your eyes are burning.
Kon is in front of you in an instant. Warm hands cradle your face and gentle eyes search your expression.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's going on, sweetheart? Are you okay?"
That's what breaks the dam. Your expression practically crumples, lip wobbling. It feels pathetic, childish. It was just a bad day,nothing to shed tears over. The world wasn't ending The sun would rise again tomorrow.
But you were exhausted and so guilty that you were the reason plans had to change and, God, you were disappointed too. Today had just been too much. It stung a little extra that it just so happened to be your birthday too.
Immediately, you're tugged into a firm chest. Bulky arms wrap tight around your waist, ensuring there is not a single inkling of space between you. He smells like your shared laundry detergent and that underlying musk of Kon that always lingers.
You tuck your face into the crook of his neck as the first tears fall. They feel hot and fat as they soak from your skin to your boyfriend's shirt. It's humiliating. But he's rubbing soothing circles into your back and the soft pressure of his TTK is kneading at your tense shoulders. It was a weakness for you and Tim, Kon's sure fire way to get the both of you to unwind.
You curl your hands into the fabric of his shirt, clinging as your chest shakes with a withheld sob.
"Oh, honey..." Kon murmurs, subtly shifting his weight to rock you side to side. He presses a gentle kiss to your hair before letting his head rest there. "Bad day?"
You nod, inept at finding the words for the moment.
"Let me see." Is the only warning you get before he's pulling back.
He doesn't go far. Big hands cradle either side of your face, fully taking you in. Thumbs brush your tears away. (Uselessly, as more follow in their wake. He doesn't seem to mind repeating the motion.)
Your lips part, words tumble out unbidden.
"I spilled coffee on your hoodie. I'm sorry."
The words are watery and the syllables are clunky in your mouth. It sounds dumb even to your ears. God, you were a mess.
Kon's expression is terribly soft. He presses a kiss to your temple.
"That's okay, baby. Hoodies can be washed." He assures sweetly. His hands slip down to your arms, trying to rub some more warmth into them. His TTK does the same to your back, the air feeling almost like tangible hands. "I'm more concerned about you. Jesus, you're soaked. You must be freezing. Why didn't you ask me to come get you? You know I would've."
Before you get the chance to respond, you catch the sound of soft footfalls coming from the bedroom.
"What're you two up to?"
Tim.
You hear him pause as he takes in the scene before him. Kon is still rubbing your arms and his TTK is still sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
Your eyes flick to his.
He's clad in a baggy t-shirt he definitely stole from Dick and a comfortable, well-worn pair of Kon's gym shorts. A small frown twists his pink lips, concern practically radiating off of him.
Tim comes closer. Kon makes room for him beside you, one hand leaving you to find the small of Tim's back.
"Hey," Tim greets you softly. He gently kisses your tears away, refusing to let you shy away or get embarrassed. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to both him and Kon. "Who do we need to go beat up?" He asks simply.
That gets a watery giggle out of you, despite the circumstances. You don't miss the way the sound eases some of the stress out of both your boyfriend's shoulders.
The sigh you let out is heavy. You slump, heavy, against Kon and let Tim lean heavier against you. Right here, the combination of their warmth, support, and the different yet familiar smell of both is a comfort greater than anything else you could ask for.
"Today was just… really shitty." You mumble. As if it wasn't completely obvious.
Kon hums his understanding. Instead of continuing to rub your arm, his hand slips under your soaked clothes to smooth along your bare waist instead. Christ, his touch is so warm. You didn't realize how cold you were. His TTK takes over where his hand used to be.
Tim is rubbing circles into the base of your spine and pressed close. He's steadying in a different way than Kon, more logical to the other's immediate sweetness (though, they're both tooth-achingly sweet).
"Tell us about it." He prompts.
And everything you've been holding in just comes pouring out.
Running late, spilling burning-hot coffee, the stupid pop-quiz, midterm stress, the credits not transferring from last term, the whole ordeal at work, feeling so guilty for having to cancel dinner, staying late to fix a mistake that wasn't even your fault, and then walking home in the pouring rain.
And, honestly, you think they should be rolling their eyes. They go through worse shit on a nightly basis. They came home battered and bruised just last night for Christ's sake. Tim's lip is still split and you know for a fact Kon probably didn't get enough sun today.
But they listen and nod along to your words. They let you get it out all. They take turns brushing your tears away as they fall and let you pause when you sniffle. Occasionally, they'll share a glance and something silent will pass between their eyes before their focus is back on you.
Tim tsks when you finish, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear.
"Our poor girl… and all on your birthday too."
"S'not fair." Kon agrees with a shake of his head. He's begun gently kneading at your bare waist. Which, in turn, makes you press closer to the both of them… searching for heat.
"And just so you know," Tim starts, pressing a kiss your crown. "Neither of us mind rearranging some plans for you, okay? We just want to be with you, end of story. Doesn't matter how."
"Capeesh?"Kon teases, nose nudging against your jaw before he ducks his head.
You give a nod, letting your eyelids slip shut as you feel him start to litter kisses down the side of your neck. Dark curls tickle where they brush over your jaw. His hand has grown covetous. You feel the warmth of his touch slide up your ribs, just short of your breast.
"Words, pretty girl." He chastises, lips brushing over your skin.
"Yeah… okay." You breathe. It was hard to focus on much of anything when Kon had his mouth on you. It makes your stomach flutter in interest, body heating.
Tim hums his approval.
He's not innocent either. His hand has slid up your nape, lightly toying with your hair. He leans close to murmur in your ear.
"Let's go get you out of these soaked clothes, hm? Warm you up a little bit." The innuendo in his voice is clear.
"Please."
And who can blame you if you're a little desperate?
You know your boys will take good care of you… they always do. And the thought of not having to carry everything for even just a few hours, to submit and just feel, sounds like heaven on Earth. Heat is already pooling between your thighs, making them clench.
Tim makes a noise of approval before using the hand at your nape to guide you into a kiss. He tastes like the grapefruit chap stick Kon has been begging him to use. It starts off gentle, the shy press of lips, before using his vantage to deepen it. He licks into your mouth and you, gladly, let him.
Kon is still mouthing at your throat. He licks a stripe up to your jaw.
He huffs once he's felt Tim has had long enough.
Your boyfriend takes the hint, pulling away with a final peck to the corner of your mouth.
"Greedy." Kon chastises. But he cups the back of Tim's head and kisses him hard.
Then Kon's mouth is on yours. He's a bit messier with it, sucking your bottom lip between his own.
You only part when you need to suck in a lungful of air.
"C'mon." Tim urges. The familiar rhythm of arousal pulses between the three of you. Everything was heady, intoxicating, heavy. The air held barely contained excitement, an eagerness that showed itself in twitching hands and blown out pupils.
Kon scoops you into his arms, kissing away your giggles as Tim yanks the both of you down the hall. He was always the most impatient.
The bedroom door is hardly shut before your clothes are being tugged at.
Kon sets you down, pressing close to your front while Tim plasters himself to your back. Two pairs of lips are covetous as they attack any slip of skin they can find. Kon nips at your jaw while Tim brushes your hair out of the way so he can mouth at your throat.
Lithe fingers slip beneath your damp top, warm against your chilled skin.
"Want these off?" Tim's voice is husky against you. It makes your thighs clench together and you nod. They really don't have to ask at this point but the fact that he checks in anyways is endearing.
The boys have to stop kissing you for a few devastating seconds as Tim works your soiled hoodie and t-shirt off.
When the fabric is tossed aside and your nearly bare chest is revealed, Kon's heated expression softens. Your boyfriend winces as he takes in the sight of you. He raises a gentle hand, thumb tracing your clavicle.
Confused, you glance down and realize what has caught his concern. The scalding hot coffee you'd spilled on yourself this morning definitely left it's mark. Your skin is irritated and when Kon's touch edges a little too close, it stings.
Tim's chin notches against your shoulder and though he can't exactly see the damage, you know he's put the pieces together.
Kon's pretty blue eyes flick up to yours before he ducks his head to press gentle kisses around the angry area. Your chest stutters over a breath at the feeling and your hands reach up to thread through his curls.
"We've gotta take care of this, sunshine."
You shake your head. With your boyfriends on either side of you, you really don't want to be anywhere else. Their amorous touches have already been enough to make you needy, the ache between your thighs too insistent to ignore. The thought of either one of them not touching you for a moment is unimaginable.
"No," You breathe. "It's okay, doesn't even hurt. We can take care of it after."
"You're sure?" You can feel Tim's voice rumble against your back as he speaks.
"Yes." You tug at Kon's curls and lean your head back against Tim's shoulder. "Please… I need you both."
That gets them jumping to action once again.
Tim's dexterous hands slip behind you for a moment to unclasp your bra. Kon grins and helps you slide it from your shoulders. As soon as your chest is bare, he descends upon you. He takes one breast in his mouth with a groan, his other hand kneading at your chest.
You gasp, arching into the sudden heat. Unconsciously, you tug at his hair. He simply hums in response. His tongue swirls around your hardened nipple before switching to the other.
"F-fuck, Kon."
Tim shifts behind you. He brushes your hair aside so he can nip at your throat, sucking a mark wherever he can reach. His fingers slip over your sides, spanning your ribs before slipping down to the waistband of your jeans. The button pops open easily.
That seems to get Kon's attention. He takes over what Tim started, beginning to work your pants down and off. Goosebumps bloom across your skin as the uncomfortably damp denim is stripped away. Kon slides to his knees before you, peppering kisses across your hips.
"So fucking pretty." He murmurs against you, hands sliding up to knead at your thighs. You choke on a breath as he starts to mouth at you through your panties. Pleasure blooms low in your stomach and your hips rock subtly against his face.
Tim takes the opportunity to skim his hands up to your chest. His hands were downright sinful, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers till you were whining. You arch back against him and you don't miss the way his hips twitch against your ass.
"Feel better having those gross clothes off, hm?" Tim coos against your ear.
You nod, almost dumbly. Lost in the throes of their attentions, you miss the look they share.
Suddenly, Kon rises from his knelt position and tugs at your hand.
He plops down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to sit in his lap. Your back is to his chest and you can feel where he's hard and wanting for you. You don't hesitate to melt back into him with a sigh… he was warm against your chilled skin.
And then Tim is sliding to his knees before you.
Kon's hands slide around your waist and Tim's hands are suddenly working your underwear off… leaving you bare for the both of them. You shiver, biting at your lip.
Kon's chin notches onto your shoulder, still holding you securely against him. But you also feel two tendrils of TTK curl around your thighs, tugging them open. Tim immediately sidles into the open space.
"Gotta stay nice and open for him, yeah? He's gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart."
That's all the warning you get before Tim's mouth is descending upon you.
The first stroke of his tongue across you is almost stunning. Your chest stutters over a gasp, the pleasure sudden. Tim hums at the taste and only presses closer. He practically buries his face between your thighs, lapping at the juices you leak for him before circling his tongue around your clit. It's a precise pattern that has your thighs shaking in a matter of moments.
"Tim…" You whine, grabbing at his hair and rocking your hips. All the while, Kon holds you open.
Every time your thighs twitch and threaten to close around Tim's head, Kon will tsk and his TTK will stretch you even wider. Jesus.
Kon has begun peppering kisses along your bare shoulder, making his way to the side of your neck. He laps greedily at your skin, letting the taste of you melt across his tongue. No inch of you will be left untouched after tonight. His strong hands slide up to your breasts, groping and lazily thumbing your already perky nipples like an afterthought.
You writhe between the two of them. The ecstasy swirling through your tummy almost too much. The noises coming from your mouth are needy things, pathetic and whiny. But, Christ, it feels good to just surrender yourself to this desire.
"God, you sound so pretty." Kon husks against you. "You feel good?"
You nod, letting your head loll against his shoulder.
Tim hums against you, making your hips jump. Two dexterous fingers are suddenly prodding at your entrance. His lips purse and suck at your clit like it's his one purpose in life. Molten fire feels like it's spreading through your veins. And finally, his fingers slide home into you.
"Ah-" You gasp, eyes rolling back into your skull.
"That's it," Tim mumbles against you, tongue darting out to taste you again between words. "So pretty… and you taste so good."
Kon whines the same way you do at that, needy.
Tim pumps his fingers, occasionally curling against your velvety walls. He crooks his hand in search of your pleasure but also to stretch you open. He and Kon were a lot to take on the best of days.
At the same moment, you feel a brush of air slide down the small of your back. Kon's TTK. It's a small tendril, it can't be more than a finger or so thick. It continues it's descent slowly, almost teasing… until it's pressing into you from the back.
You tense, arching back against your boyfriend.
"Shh, that's it." Kon purrs against you. "You always take it so well. We gotta prep you to take the both of us, yeah?"
"Yeah… f-fuck, want you both so bad… S'all I thought about all day."
"Yeah?" Tim smiles from between your thighs. His mouth is slick with your arousal, fingers still relentlessly pulsing in and out of you. He's found your g-spot with ease and won't let it be. The squelching sound they make is lewd. "Don't worry, baby. We've got you."
Kon's TTK has started to shallowly thrust in and out of you. It's widened to the size of a few fingers now. It's an odd feeling, it always is whenever you take the stretch from behind. But it's not uncomfortable… and slowly, the feeling becomes pleasurable.
You soon catch yourself rocking between them, caught between such different sensations. It makes your brain buzz. You can feel your peak slowly rising, like a wave coming into shore. They coax you there easily.
"Shit… m'cumming." You whine, feeling that delicate coil in your stomach finally release. Head tipping back against Kon's shoulder, you shudder and ride it out. All the while, he never lets your thighs close around Tim. You're stuck oscillating between the both of them.
Tim only pulls away once it's evident you've come down from your high. You whimper as he pulls his fingers from you. He placates you with a kiss to your knee. Then, he's pressing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan. The whole time, those stunning blue eyes never leave yours. His pupils are blown wide and he looks as if he's been the one wrecked rather than the other way around.
Your lips part as you watch… and you're suddenly feeling much too empty. You want both of them so badly it almost hurts.
"Fuck, Tim, let me taste." Kon begs from beside you. His TTK is still gently stretching you open and you push back into the feeling.
Tim grins, pushing himself up to stand and leaning close. Kon cups his face with a free hand and brings him into a kiss. You can see the way he practically licks into Tim's mouth, tasting your release on his tongue. He moans at the taste.
There's a thin strand of saliva that connects them for a split moment when they part.
"You taste so good." Kon breathes against you, nipping just behind your ear. "Gotta let me have a turn."
You make a simpering noise.
"Not now, though… Want you both in me now. Please."
Both boys blink at you.
Tim is the first to spring to action, tugging you to stand once again. Then, he's kissing you. You make an eager noise, hands slipping beneath his big t-shirt. You begin to undress him.
Behind you, you can hear Kon stand and shuffle around. The drawer to your nightstand opens and shuts.
By the time Kon is pressing against your back, you've gotten Tim bare. Your boyfriend is all lean, lithe muscle. Honed from years upon years as Batman's robin, his efforts show. It's different from Kon, who doesn't have to do a whole lot to remain big and strong. His cock is flushed and pretty, leaking against his stomach. You can't help but wrap your hand around it and begin to stroke.
Tim curses, tilting his head forwards to rest against your shoulder. He tugs you close by your hips.
"Not gonna last long if you keep doing that." The words are honest and you, with reluctance, let him go.
Kon follows the movement and you feel his bare chest pressed against your back. He must've gotten naked when you'd been preoccupied with Tim. You can feel that he's hard too, smearing pre-cum onto your lower back.
"You ready for us?" Kon asks gently.
Your nod is over-eager. Hunger is clear in your movements, in the half-lidded droop of your lids, in the way your body trembles for them.
"More than ready."
One of Tim's clever hands slides to one of your plush thighs, hitching it over the jut of his hip. You feel Kon's TTK too, holding you upright; steady and secure like an embrace. He grinds against you, tip sliding against where you're slick. It makes you shudder. Arms threading about Tim's neck, you cling close.
Kon presses a soft kiss to your nape. Gentle thumbs rub soothing shapes into your hips.
Then, Tim is pressing in.
"Jesus, fuck-" You whine, head tipping back against Kon's broad shoulder.
His cock splits you open. He moves slowly, always so tender. Every time, it feels like he's carving a space for himself inside you. His hand kneads at your haunch, encouraging you to rock against him, to take him deeper.
By the time his hips are flush against yours, you're left panting. Chest stuttering over each breath, you can feel how the head of him kisses against your cervix.
Tim doesn't move quite yet. He hushes quiet praises across your skin as he begins to litter kisses across your sternum.
It's Kon's turn now.
You hear the snap of the cap from a lube bottle being opened. Your body shivers in the anticipation of what comes next. Kon slicks himself up quickly, tossing the lube aside before crowding in close.
Then, you feel the tip of him prodding at you.
"Deep breaths, baby." He murmurs, nuzzling against your shoulder. "Gonna take it nice and slow."
Kon begins to push in. You tense up with a whine, it makes Tim's hips jump against yours. The intrusion is always a lot to get used to at first.
"Shh," Kon husks, rubbing his broad hands over your sides as he begins to rock in deeper. "Shit, that's it. Just relax for me. You feel so good, so fucking tight. Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?"
Soothing brushes of TTK smooth over your shoulders and back, encouraging you to unwind. And slowly, you do.
And soon enough, both of them are seated deep inside you. Pressed between them like a dried flower, you feel warm… secure. Tim's hands and Kon's TTK keep you upright. Your head is tilted back against Kon's shoulder and your hands idly mess with the hair at Tim's nape.
They let you catch your breath, adjusting to both of them. It was always a lot in the best way. Overwhelming fullness that left your mind empty of anything else. Christ, you could hardly take a full breath. You feel them both in your throat.
Kon is breathing hard against your shoulder, practically shuddering from trying to hold himself back. Tim has more composure but the way he grips you tight belies his desperation.
Finally, you shift between them. You give a testing rock of your hips. When you feel absence of pain, only the ecstasy of the stretch, you nod.
"Move, please."
Kon groans against your skin and doesn't hesitate to pull back before sheathing himself fully again. His hips press almost meanly against your ass. It's wet and obscene.
Tim presses his face to your chest as he grinds his hips into you, hardly even pulling out at all. Together, they set a messy rhythm of absolute ruin.
The moans you let out are almost as lewd as the slapping of skin. You've nowhere to go, nothing to do but just accept it. The combined citrus of Kon's cologne and the smell of Tim's expensive shampoo wash over you. You want to drown in the scent.
You tangle your hands in Tim's hair and yank as he grinds against your cervix, muscles trembling in his hold. The noises emanating from your cunt are slick… you can feel Tim's pre and your own arousal wetting your thighs.
And Tim is making these wet, pathetic noises against your chest. Lips parted and kiss-swollen, his warm breath travels over your skin.
"F-fuck, feel so good around me. Taking us so well… mmm, so good, so pretty." He babbles against you. Drunk from only a couple minutes buried within you.
Kon isn't much better. He keeps nipping at your skin before laving his tongue over the same spot. His hands dig into your waist, guiding you back against the unforgiving metronome of his hips against your ass. He's entranced by the way the fat jiggles with every press forward.
"Jesus, princess, look at you… Taking us so well. Aren't we taking care of you?" He pants, sucking a mark where your shoulder meets your neck.
You jolt between them, pulsing. It's like you're caught in the raging waves of a storm and it's all you can do to ride it out. Your already sensitive body is clenching tight around the both of them. Coalescing with pleasure, you feel your ascent growing ever closer.
You let out a shuddering moan, rocking your hips between the both of them. Chasing pleasure, you encourage them ever deeper. Tim is practically kissing your womb and Kon is trying to meet him from behind. Sweat makes the glide between your skin easier. Tim's firm chest is pressed firmly against your own while Kon's is warm at your back. It feels like nirvana. Heaven is here, between your two lovers.
The sound of your skin meeting is a soft plap, plap, plap as they drive into you with renewed vigor.
"Shit… I'm close." You heave, turning your head to press your face to Kon's throat. It's almost a refuge and you lick at the salty sweat at the hollow of his throat.
"Yeah?" Kon breathes, one hand sliding to thumb at your clit right above where Tim continues to drive into you. You mewl, body jumping and twitching between them. It makes Tim moan too, forehead pressed against your delicate collarbone.
The unrelenting pulse of their hips and Kon's touch finally drive you over the edge. You scrabble at Tim's back, raking your nails over his skin as you writhe between them. But between Tim's arms and Kon's powers, there's nowhere to go.
Your body clenches tight around the both of them. Tim's dick is drenched in your release and you can feel the slickness of it dripping down your skin. The feeling crashes over you like the tide and you ride out your ecstasy with simpering whines and fluttering lashes.
Tim curses against you, only able to grind his hips deep into you a few more times before he's spilling inside. Something possessive and hungry is pleased at that, that you have that evidence of his pleasure buried within you now. It's warm and slick and pleasing in your belly.
Kon is still pumping his hips into you, whining and babbling meaningless words against you. He's close too, you can tell. One of his hands grabs Tim's face, pulling into a kiss over your shoulder and then he's coming too. His free hand on your hip makes sure he buries as far as he can go as he rides it out.
The three of you catch your breaths, Tim panting against Kon's mouth and you doing the same against his shoulder. A heady contentment hangs thick in the air, alongside the smell of sex. Your body is a perfect mixture of relaxed and sore. You're sure you won't be able to walk straight.
You come back to yourself at the feel of twin pairs of lips ghosting over your skin.
"Still with us?" Tim asks.
Your grin is radiant, satisfied like a full cat. You reach up to brush his messy fringe from his forehead.
"Mhm." Your hum makes Kon laugh. He's the first to pull out with a groan. You can feel the warmth of his release leaking from you. Oddly enough, you feel nothing but satisfaction at the evidence of his pleasure. You did that to him, to both of them. Kon trails his fingers through it before easing it back into you, making you gasp.
"Jesus…"
"Sorry." But his smile pressed into your skin is anything but regretful.
-
They do get you cleaned up… eventually.
You feel like a newly born fawn on your shaky legs as they both guide you to the bathroom (and you swat at Kon's arm as he laughs).
Tim runs you a warm bath and Kon dries you off after you soak. You let him spread a thin layer of aloe vera ointment over the small burns on your chest. The cool gel is a relief against the sting. A kiss is pressed to Kon's cheek for his effort.
Tim makes you drink almost an entire water bottle.
And as much as you just want to lay down with your boys and go to sleep, satiated and warm, they refuse to let you go to bed without properly celebrating your birthday.
You all end up at the kitchen counter, dressed in whatever clothes you could find. The light is dim and the city sparkles outside, the bustle of Gotham's night life carrying on. Rain taps at the large windows, creating a gentle background melody.
You sit comfortably on one of the stools, comfortable in one of Tim's hoodies and a pair of Kon's boxers. You smell like Tim's expensive body wash and Kon's special fabric softener. Kon as it at your side, arm slung around your shoulders as he goes into explicit detail about the type of frosting he'd whipped up just for you. Not too sweet or cloying, but something perfect to melt across your tongue. You deserve nothing less, he claims. His curls are mussed and he's beautiful.
A lighter flicks to life as Tim lights a singular candle on a cupcake, sliding it across to you. His cheeks still contain a flush from earlier. Your heart brims with affection for the both of them. It's thick and settles just behind your ribs.
No matter what, they'll be here for you. You make the vow to yourself to always do the same. To bandage Tim's wounds when a patrol goes bad, to sunbathe with Kon, to let Kon cry when he wakes up trembling, or to make Tim a sleepy time tea when insomnia won't leave him be. You love them.
They don't sing you happy birthday (thank God, Kon has a tendency to go a bit overboard with the singing) but Tim's fingers thread through yours as you blow out the candle. You make your wish to yourself in your head and Kon presses a dramatic kiss to your cheek.
Summary: You find Tim’s AO3 account. And it’s Bad.
Tags: a bit of a privacy invasion on your part, Tim's unhealthy coping mechanisms, sex mentioned, a bit of a crack fic?
A/n: Oh what's that, something no one asked for? My specialty, coming right up lol. Really tho this isn't that eloquent just something silly I wrote on my lunch breaks this week. I just needed to write something you know?
You had come down to the cave looking for Tim. You didn’t find him, but the noise of the water running in the showers told you that he was, well, in the shower.
It was Tim’s night to fill in as monitor, no one else was down there. It was kinda eerie without the others around. What with the way everything echoed against the cave walls, the dim lighting, the squeaks of the actual real-life bats, and of course all the weird ass shit Bruce had collected.
There’s a fucking dinosaur in the cave for some reason. You’ve asked, but no one else remembers how it got there either, except Bruce or maybe Nightwing. But you strictly only ever talk to Bruce about business, and you never remember to ask Nightwing when he’s home. Good thing it’s not that important.
What was important was that despite having fifty fucking monitors on the batcomputer, Tim also had a laptop open and running on the desk. And when you sat down in the batcomputer batcomputer chair and got a better look at the tabs that were open, you quickly found out why.
While there were two tabs with his social media feeds, and one tab that was neopets, for some reason, the fourth tab is what really caught your eye. Tim’s Ao3 dashboard.
Hearing the water stop running, you got out of the chair, scribbled his username down onto your arm with a pen you found on the desk, rolled your sleeve back down to hide it, changed the tab back to the original social media feed he was looking at, and crossed the cave to make yourself look busy with something else. All within the minute. You’d make the Allen-Wests proud.
He didn’t even spare you a glance after he got dressed and came out of the shower alcove. He’s such a fucking nerd that he didn’t look out of place as he returned to his post at the batcomputer in comfy sweatpants instead of full body kevlar. You continued stretching on the sparring mat, your hastily found activity to look like you weren’t snooping.
What were you down here for again?
Oh yeah.
“Hey, I got some new evidence in the case to give you,”
“Sweet,” Tim spun the batcomputer-chair around to face the room, “where?”
“Oh,” you got back off the floor and dusted yourself off, “Here,” you fished a micro SD card out of your pocket. It’s a wonder you didn’t lose the thing.
Crossing the cave again, you put the tiny chip into Tim’s open palm.
He stared at it, not closing his fist, “…Why didn’t you just upload it while I was in the shower?”
Shit. Uh, “I dunno. You weren’t in here. So I waited,” you shrugged for emphasis.
Thankfully that seemed good enough for him. He nodded, turning the chair back around and beginning the upload. Good thing you’ve got a reputation for being a bit of a ditz sometimes. You do so much stupid shit on accident that nobody really questions it when you do stupid shit on purpose. The ultimate con. That you’re totally doing on purpose.
You gave him a kiss on the cheek, brushing his damp hair out of his face. He hummed in acknowledgement, smile wide.
“Love you,”
“Love you,” you called back to him as you hopped back onto the bike, speeding off to whatever fetch quest Batman or the others had you doing next.
—
It was morning before you got to properly investigate.
What you found? Was a case study for some kind of mental disorder.
Baby Bat Syndrome maybe? Chronic Robin Disease? Doesn’t matter. You probably need to take this to a psychiatrist. Like immediately.
You blinked, taking a moment to process just what you were seeing. Your back hit the couch as you leaned away from your laptop, hoping that the zoom-out would make it any less insane… But no. That’s just really what Tim is doing with his free time.
“Kon?” you called through the boat.
“Yeah?” Kon came stumbling into the living area with bedhead. Lucky bastard wasn’t out at all last night, taking a mental health day.
Pssh. Like a day is gonna do anything to fix what’s wrong with him. You think with affection.
“I need you to come look at something for me,”
He sat next to you, confusion on his face as he blearily scanned the screen, not taking in the details.
“Fanfiction?” he straightened back up to look at you.
“Fanfiction written by Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne,” you deadpanned.
“What, really?” he smirked, and dipped his head back down to actually get a good look, “Let’s see what we got here,”
He scrolled up, since you had somehow made it to the bottom of the page before calling him for backup.
“Robin: Light of Gotham. ‘In a city shrouded by darkness, one boy stands against it all.’ Is this about Dick or Jason?”
“I don’t know, but look at the collections, one of them is Jason’s account,”
“You know Jason’s AO3?”
“Shhh.”
“Is he good?”
You laughed, “Yeah. Nothing you would want to read though,”
“Damn.”
You pointed to the numbers on the screen, “Look at the date, though,”
Kon crunched the numbers, “He had to be what, ten years old when he wrote this?”
“Exactly, and it’s 72,000 words and only 4 chapters,”
“God. Okay next up: Adventures in Blüdhaven.”
“Yeah, I looked at that one, he wrote it while he was in his teens, so I think it was just him trying to cope with Dick being gone all the time,”
“Ouch,”
“Oh, if you’re thinking ouch now, look at the next one,”
“…” Kon made a face as he read the tags, “Oh,”
“Yep,” you rubbed the back of your neck, “Tim Drake/Bernard Dowd soulmate au,”
“Well, uh... good to see that that one’s abandoned, then, I guess…”
“Yeah,” you said awkwardly.
The room got quiet for a moment.
“Wait, Sex Pollen Palooza?” Kon read incredulously before rushing to the description, which just made him even more confused, “A WEDDING PRESENT FOR MY DEAR FRIENDS HARLEY AND IVY?”
You barked in laughter, “Yeah, what’s tripping me up about that one, you know, besides all of it, is that it’s rated G? And there are no smut tags?”
“Oh my god,” he wheezed, “what is that even about?”
You grabbed his shoulder, “I don’t know.”
“Can I read that one, or are we still looking?”
“Sadly, we are still looking,” you scrolled up on the mouse while Kon wiped the tears from his eyes.
“Damn,” he shook his head, “We’ll have to come back to it.”
“Oh, def,” you assured, “But look at this. Self-insert fic where he gets adopted by Batman. That’s been recently updated. The publishing date is 15 years ago but he’s been continuously updating it all this time. Still, even though he very much has been adopted by Batman in real life,”
“Hmm. Okay. That’s definitely.. Interesting…” Kon put his hand to his chin, obviously as curious about the possible implications as you were.
“It gets worse,” you shook your head in fond exasperation, “Look at the next one,”
“…Oh my God,”
“Uh huh,”
“Jesus fucking Christ, 600,000 WORDS?”
“Yep,” you popped the P.
What your dear boyfriend was reading the description of was Tim’s most recent, and somehow still the longest and most updated, with 73 chapters, fanfiction. Which was an ongoing Red Robin/Superboy/(y/h/n) established relationship hurt/comfort fic. With a frilly title, because of course it does. The Angel and Devil on My Shoulders Like to French Kiss.
You look at Kon. To be honest, you are unsure who’s supposed to be the angel and who’s supposed to be the devil. Depends on the day, probably.
“What- What do we—,” he looked back at you in an expression you could only interpret as half amused and half serious, “What do we even do about this? Just pretend we don’t know?”
You put your hand on his shoulder, trying not to wheeze, “I think we have to kill this guy, Conner,”
“Damn,” he looked down in mock disappointment, “and I really loved him too,”
“Really loved who?” Tim asked as he came through the front door.
You and Kon both froze. You made eye contact, panicking. Kon closed the laptop. Suspiciously fast.
“Batgirl?”
Tim didn’t look convinced, “Batgirl.” he said flatly.
“Yeah I— Miss. Her…” Kon trailed off as he realized that this quick and poorly thought out cover was actually not doing him any favors right now.
You rubbed your temples, “You know what? That’s okay, we needed to have an intervention anyway,”
“An intervention for…” Tim squinted, “Me?”
“Yes. You.” you pointed at the seat across from you and Kon, “Sit.”
Tim suspiciously took his seat, eying you two from across the table. You opened the laptop back up and placed it in the middle so you could all see it.
Tim didn’t look at all guilty. Or even surprised. All the confidence of someone who doesn’t think they’ve done anything wrong.
“What the hell is this,” you deadpanned.
“Yeah Babe, literally what’s the deal with all this? This thing is 600,000 words, Tim,” Kon questioned.
“I think I’m well past 600,000 now, actually,”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. Took a deep breath.
“But why though,” Conner insisted.
Tim just shrugged, like it was a benign enough that it shouldn’t even be considered, “It’s my coping mechanism. I’m allowed to have coping mechanisms.”
Feeling a headache come on, you motioned to the screen, still displaying Tim’s long ass fanfic about you, “So let me get this straight—“
You were cut off by a giggle, “I think you’ll have to get it gay,”
Jabbing Conner in the ribs, you continued, “Okay so you’ve been having real bad days, you know where people die and stuff. And instead of talking about it and seeking comfort from your partners, in real life, you’ve been writing about talking about it and seeking comfort from your partners.”
“You guys have your own people dying. You don’t need to hear about mine…”
You and Kon looked at each again, sighing in unison, “Tim…”
“That’s what we’re here for, Baby,”
“That’s literally our job, Babe,” Kon added.
“We’re supposed to keep you from losing your mind,”
“You do keep me from losing it,” Tim sighed, pulling at the sleeve of his sweatshirt, “That’s why I don’t …. ask for even more,”
“Oh my god,” Kon was exasperated, “you know who’s taking a mental health day now? You.”
You put your hand on his shoulder in support, “We’ll all take some time off. Vacation. So we can talk about this more,”
“We can’t—”
“Just texted Bruce, we absolutely are,” Kon held up a finger as he cut Tim off.
“…Okay,” Tim surprisingly sounded accepting. Maybe he just knew by now that there was no use fighting either of you when it came to things like this, and especially not both of you at the same time. He’s been tag-teamed into too many ‘self care’ things to count by now.
“I’m booking the hotel,” you scrabbled on your phone, using Tim’s credit card of course.
“Where?” Both asked in unison.
“It’s a surprise. You boys don’t get to know until we’re there,”
Both boys then crossed their arms to pout. Which you were completely fine with, as it accentuated those delicious biceps of theirs.
“And how’s that going to work?’ Tim snarked.
“You two put on blindfolds and get in the zeta tubes while I punch in the coordinates. I then send myself over too.”
“Hmm.” Tim didn’t sound convinced.
“Hey,” Kon stopped pouting, “That actually sounds like it’ll be fun,”
Tim hesitantly nodded, a little more receptive if Kon also was on board, “Yeah. Okay, I guess,”
“And when we get there, we’ll already have two blind folds ready to go,”
It was Tim who jabbed Conner in the ribs that time.
“GO PACK, BOYS!”
“YES CHEF!” Kon joked as he and Tim hustled off to get into the storages.
“Warm weather?” Tim asked.
“Warmer than it is in Gotham,” you gave as a hint.
