tim with his girl that’s FAR too loud in wayne manor because it’s old!! the walls are thin and he’s worried EVERYONE can hear her being dicked down cause she can’t stay quiet cause it’s just too good :(
anon, your mind. *Chefs kiss*
Tim Drake/Fem!Reader
cw: sex, mild dirty talk, p in v sex, sex in the manor, mentions of people hearing but no one's actually listening to them
“Fuck, Tim…!” You know you’re probably being too loud. Hell, you’re always too loud but you can’t really help it. Not when he’s got you on your knees, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises to admire later as he fuck into you from behind. The slick, wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy, the slap of skin against skin, are all nothing compared to the endless stream of whines and gasps and needy little moans that spill from your lips.
You should press your face into the pillow to at least try to muffle the sound but honestly? You can’t even really think straight right now.
Tim’s almost no better; soft and ragged gasps and little groans tumbling past his own lips as his cock fucks into you. But he’s got enough sense to try and hold the noises back, dreading even the thought of Damian or, god forbid, Bruce hearing any of this. But god, he hates the thin walls of the manor whenever he has you like this. He wants to hear you beg and cry and whine, but he can’t here. Not where anyone else can hear you.
A particularly deep thrust that he uses his grip on your hips to yank you back into punches a shuddering moan from your lips that no doubt can be heard beyond his closed bedroom door.
“Shh, baby,” Tim breathes, leaning down until his lips brush along the curve of your ear. “Gotta keep quiet, remember? Don't wanna wake anyone up.”
“T-trying,” You gasp out, fists clenching his bedsheets as his tongue drags along your ear, slow and torturous. Then his hips snap forward again and you whine, thighs shaking a little as your pussy clenches around his cock. “Fuck…!”
“You’re not trying at all,” Tim gives a breathless laugh, though that whine of yours has him glancing towards his bedroom door anyway. He’s sure Damian can’t hear from his room down the hall. He’s sure Bruce is still down in the cave, far enough away to not hear the way he fucks every cry and moan out of you. But god, he still worries. If not for his sake than your own, because you’d be mortified later if you knew anyone in his family heard you like this.
One of his hands leaves your hip, reaching up to press over your mouth and fuck, he likes this too much. So do you, if the way your pussy flutters around his cock is anything to go by. He smiles a bit as he starts to fuck you harder, faster, and every noise that’s muffled against his hand sends sparks of hot, perverse pleasure down his spine. “There we go, baby. Can’t be loud now, can you?”
You’re not sure if it’s his hand over your mouth or the wicked pleasure lacing his tone that makes you almost dizzy with arousal, but you don’t care right now. It’s too good; his cock stretching you out and fucking into you like you’re nothing but a pretty little toy for him to play with. The thought of being heard is both mortifying and arousing all at once and you can hear how wet you are every time he slams back into you, can feel the heat of pleasure coiling low in your belly. The way his cock drags in and out of you, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, is intoxicating and every sound you make is muffled against the warm skin of his hand. You want to moan his name, over and over, but all that comes out is more muffled cries that make him groan softly behind you.
“Wish I could hear you,” Tim pants softly, his other hand gripping your hip tightly. He gives a slow roll of his hips just to watch you tremble before snapping his hips forward again, sharp and quick. When another sob of pleasure of yours goes muffled against your hand, a soft whine of his own hisses through his teeth, “Love hearing you get all needy and filthy. Bet you’d beg me to fill you up if I moved my hand from your mouth, wouldn’t even care about being heard in the moment. You’d just wanna feel me fuck you until you can’t stand anymore.”
You give a quick and jerky nod, feeling drool smearing against his palm and along your lips beneath his hand. He’s right. Fuck, he’s right. If he moved his hand you’d beg and cry until he fucked you stupid. Until the whole manor heard you, embarrassment be damned. Tim lets out a shaky moan as he feels you nod and the hand on your hip moves, finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast little circles that match the thrusts of his hips that have your entire body jolting.
“Fucking hell, baby,” Tim breathes, breathless. You know that tone, you’ve heard it so often. He’s probably got his lower lip caught between his teeth, fighting off his orgasm until you hit yours first. His fingers on your clit don’t let up, leaving you shaking and almost sobbing against his palm. “Don’t wanna let anyone else hear you like that.” He gasps out, sharp snaps of his hips punctuating his every next word. “That’s. All. For. Me.”
You’re coming not even a moment later. Your pussy clenches around his cock, dragging a broken moan from his lips, and your entire body shakes from the pleasure. It’s white hot, your shuddering moan still muffled against his lips as he fucks you through it, fingers never letting up on your clit. There’s no doubt that if he wasn’t covering your mouth, you’d be heard nearly all the way downstairs at this rate. And fuck, it makes Tim’s own pleasure boil over. When he spills inside of you, it’s with his own shattered little sound that he muffles against your shoulder, and only then does he move his hands away from your clit and mouth. As you thought, a smear of drool cools against your lips when the bedroom air hits it, but you don’t care. Not when he’s pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your bare shoulder as his other hand gently strokes along your side while your body still thrums with pleasure.
“You’re ridiculous,” Tim murmurs, but his tone is filled with something like awe and pure affection all at once. “One of these days someone’s gonna hear us.”
You shift just enough to look at him over your shoulder, smiling a little to yourself as you catch your breath, “Probably.” Your hips move; a small, easy little roll while he’s still buried inside of you and it makes his breath hitch softly. You bite your lip a bit, doing it again and then chuckling softly when both his hands snap to your hips, stilling you.
He shoots you a warning look, though it’s not nearly as effective with his cheeks flushed with pleasure and his cock still twitching inside of you. “You’re a menace. A loud one.”
You shrug a little bit, “I am. Will you fuck me again?”
Tim laughs and shakes his head a bit in disbelief, though there’s no way to hide that fond smile tugging at his lips. “Fine. But we’re getting a gag or something for when we’re here. I’m almost surprised Bruce can’t hear you down in the cave with the way you get.”
Tempting. You note that in the back of your mind. There’s no time to dwell on it when he gives a slow roll of his hips. And this time, you’ll probably try harder to stay quiet. Probably.
