Your throat rasped as your chest heaved up and down, taking in deep steadying breaths of oxygen following your intense climax. You shut your eyes and sank back into the soft cotton bed sheets.
Harvey kisses along your inner thighs, smirking proudly against your skin, “Enjoy yourself, doll?”.
You swallowed, his husky voice making the coil in the pit of stomach twist again. Stroking your fingers along his cheek, you murmured, “I need more”. Hoping he’d give you what you desired, making you sing his name into the night.
His brow arched dangerously, “Do you need something bigger?”.
Moving for the usual toy, you bit your lip, a dark sort of innocence spreading along your heated cheeks, “Maybe try something new…”.
“Oh?”, the menacing tone of his voice made you shudder.
You nodded slowly, dragging your nails down his shirt until they caught on his gun holster. The bitter metal of his pistol felt strange against your flesh.
“You sure that’s what you want, doll?”, his hand twitched as it reached for the weapon.
“Please, Sir”, the desperation was hard to disguise from your words.
Harvey smirked, “That’s my girl”, he unclasped the gun, drawing it out slowly, watching you intently, “Now I need you to be real good for me—can you do that?”.
Swallowing thickly, you nodded, “I promise I will, Sir”.
Harvey traced the gun down your bare chest, the barrel travelling between the valley of your breasts. You mewled and arched up off the bed, skin preening under the unfamiliar touch. It travelled further, scraping against your midriff before stopping just above your sopping core.
“Who’s girl are you?”, he ground out, lust tainted his words.
You momentarily forgot to speak, lost in the sensations Harvey was providing. He tipped the gun down, brushing it over your throbbing clit. The hard, cold metal felt delicious and you moaned loudly, legs threatening to clamp shut.
“I asked you a question, Doll— don’t make me repeat myself”, he growled.
Your eyes met his and you whimpered, “Yours, Sir”.
His footsteps rang heavy in your mind as he paced behind you. Your world was dark. Eyes covered with one of his ties, your hands bound uncomfortably behind your back. You were completely bare and the air was cold, making you shiver. Roman’s silence as defenening. It made you nervous.
“I’m sorry”, you whispered into the void, hoping your words would soothe his temper.
Finally you heard him scoff, “Tsk, tsk, no you aren't—don’t lie to me”.
“I am”, you wiggled your hands against their bindings, the rope biting your flesh, “It was an accident”.
Roman ran a leather glove over the backs of your thighs, eerily silent. You swallowed and you swore the sound echoed in the room. You weren’t used to Roman being so—quiet.
He grunted, gripping your thigh harsh enough to bruise, “I think you liked it when he touched you”.
You shook your head, whimpering as his leather clad fingers dug into your skin.
“I saw that little lip bite of yours—I saw how you leaned into his touch”, he growled deeply and let go of your thigh, pleased with the blossoming imprint making itself known, “And…I saw that look you gave me”.
Missing his touch instantly you whimpered and pushed back, aching to feel him on you again. Maybe he was right, a little. You had entertained the other man’s flirtations in hope of poking Roman’s jealousy. Wanting to awaken this darker, devilish side of him.
“IsDaddy not enough for you?”.
“That’s not it, Sir”.
Roman glared down at you from behind, “What was it then, hmmm?”.
You rolled your hips, knowing he was looking at you and murmured seductively, “I like making you jealous”.
He stopped pacing behind you, his heavy breaths becoming more frequent and shallow.
“Daddy?”, you wondered momentarily if you’d pushed him too far. Flirting with his business partner wasn’t your smartest move but you couldn’t deny that his jealousy made your core pulse.
You yelped loudly as Roman slammed his palm down on your ass, the sound of him hitting your flesh richoteing in your ears.
“Daddy can show you just how jealous he can be”, his voice was deeper than usual, rave nipping at the edges. Another hit landed and you cried out.
You tightened your fists, the sting sending ripples of pleasure up your spine, “I’m sorry, Daddy”.
“Ohyou will be”, his gloved fingers swept through your dripping folds before stroking over the stinging flesh of your ass, “Now—I want you to count out every one”.
Jason ripped his hoodie off and flung it across the room, grabbing the booklet of instructions off the floor. His face twisted with rage. You’d both been at this for over three hours now and you’d only managed to get two legs into the bottom base.
“Who—WHO makes these things?”, he cursed, flicking through the pages, looking angrily at the diagrams of the bed frame.
“Why couldn’t they print actual instructions? WORDS.LANGUAGE. Why does it have to be fucking pictures? How hard can it be to WRITE down a set of instructions?!?!”.
You bit down hard on your bottom lip trying not to giggle at him. When you’d picked up the new flat packed bed, Jason had boasted about how easy it would be and didn’t need to pay the extra $100 dollars to have it built. He could do it in ‘no time at all’.
“It’s a joke”, he grunted and scrunched up the paper, casting it to the side, “It’s fine, whatever, I don’t need instructions—I can figure it out, easy”.
You smiled and knelt down on the floor next to a pile of wooden slats, handing him a fresh bottle of Coke, “Why don’t we take it back and get something different?”.
Jason scoffed, looking somewhat offended, “What? And admit defeat? I don’t think so”, he slipped the bottle from your hands and took a large swig, “We can do this”.
“We?”, you raised a brow in question, “I thought the almighty Jason Todd could do this all on his own within the hour?”, you grinned, quoting his own words back at him.
The corner of his eye twitched before his lips curved into a devilish smirk, “Princess, if it wasn’t for you and you’re insatiable appetite for me, we wouldn’t need a new bed at all”.
Your cheeks flushed red at the tease and you shoved his shoulder playfully, “Shut your face, Todd”.
“Make me”, he winked.
You rolled your eyes and went to grab the instruction pamphlet next to him but he caught your hand, easily pinning you down to the floor. You squealed in surprise before erupting into laughter.
“Jason!!”.
He chuckled, pressing his face into your neck. His growing stubble on his cheeks tickled your skin, making you shiver beneath him.
“Jaaaay”, you whined softly, “We need to finish making the bed”.
His plush lips danced along the bare skin of your neck, up towards the sensitive spot behind your ear. He slipped between your open legs, “I have a better idea”.
To celebrate of Valentines Day, the day of love, I’ll be posting mini fics every hour of the day (500/600 words max) for the below characters to show my love for all of you I appreciate every follower and all the wonderful comments and feedback you give me ❤️ so this is for YOU.
There will be two for every character, one smut and one fluff.
This is also to help get me back into the swing of things since I’ve been missing for a few weeks due to an insane schedule! Sorry my loves xoxo
♦️Jason Todd
♦️Dick Grayson
♦️Tim Drake
♦️Slade Wilson
♦️Roman Sionis
♦️Oliver Queen
♦️Roy Harper
♦️Harvey Dent
♦️Clark Kent
Happy Valentines Day to each and every one of you. You all deserve nothing but THE BEST.
I’ll also make a mini masterlist when I’m done - will be found on the “OTHERS” section.
To celebrate of Valentines Day, the day of love, I’ll be posting mini fics every hour of the day (500/600 words max) for the below characters to show my love for all of you I appreciate every follower and all the wonderful comments and feedback you give me ❤️ so this is for YOU.
There will be two for every character, one smut and one fluff.
This is also to help get me back into the swing of things since I’ve been missing for a few weeks due to an insane schedule! Sorry my loves xoxo
♦️Jason Todd
♦️Dick Grayson
♦️Tim Drake
♦️Slade Wilson
♦️Roman Sionis
♦️Oliver Queen
♦️Roy Harper
♦️Harvey Dent
♦️Clark Kent
Happy Valentines Day to each and every one of you. You all deserve nothing but THE BEST.
I’ll also make a mini masterlist when I’m done - will be found on the “OTHERS” section.
To celebrate of Valentines Day, the day of love, I’ll be posting mini fics every hour of the day (500/600 words max) for the below characters to show my love for all of you I appreciate every follower and all the wonderful comments and feedback you give me ❤️ so this is for YOU.
There will be two for every character, one smut and one fluff.
This is also to help get me back into the swing of things since I’ve been missing for a few weeks due to an insane schedule! Sorry my loves xoxo
♦️Jason Todd
♦️Dick Grayson
♦️Tim Drake
♦️Slade Wilson
♦️Roman Sionis
♦️Oliver Queen
♦️Roy Harper
♦️Harvey Dent
♦️Clark Kent
Happy Valentines Day to each and every one of you. You all deserve nothing but THE BEST.
I’ll also make a mini masterlist when I’m done - will be found on the “OTHERS” section.
To celebrate of Valentines Day, the day of love, I’ll be posting mini fics every hour of the day (500/600 words max) for the below characters to show my love for all of you I appreciate every follower and all the wonderful comments and feedback you give me ❤️ so this is for YOU.
There will be two for every character, one smut and one fluff.
This is also to help get me back into the swing of things since I’ve been missing for a few weeks due to an insane schedule! Sorry my loves xoxo
♦️Jason Todd
♦️Dick Grayson
♦️Tim Drake
♦️Slade Wilson
♦️Roman Sionis
♦️Oliver Queen
♦️Roy Harper
♦️Harvey Dent
♦️Clark Kent
Happy Valentines Day to each and every one of you. You all deserve nothing but THE BEST.
I’ll also make a mini masterlist when I’m done - will be found on the “OTHERS” section.
Warnings – NSFW. Smut. Language. Sugar daddy. Lap dance.
Your heels clicked loudly as you walked along the marble flooring towards where Ollie was sat, hips swaying lusciously in time with the deep bass of the song playing through the stereo. You gave him your best sultry smile as you reached him, straddling him with ease.
“Mr. Queen”, you ran your hand over the front of his chest, the expensive cotton was soft to touch.
Leaning back on his seat, he smiled up at you, hands settling on your waist, “Yeah, sweetheart?”.
You drew circles on his shirt with the tip of your scarlet red nails as your ass bumped over his clothed cock. Oliver released a strangled breath before regaining his composure. He smoothed his hands up the back of your stocking clad thighs and cupped your ass, giving it a rough squeeze.
“You like the lingerie I treated you too?”, he eyed your body hungrily, admiring how the lace hugged your figure, accentuating all his favourite features.
“Of course, Sir”, you smiled innocently before biting your bottom lip, tugging on his tie, “You always buy me the most beautiful gifts”.
“I like to treat you”, Oliver winked, “And you’ve been so good for me lately”.
You pulled his tie a little harder and brought his lips to yours. His eyes glazed with lust as his hot breath fanned over your red stained lips, fingernails scratching over the flesh of your ass.
“Thank you Mr. Queen”, you murmured, lips ghosting over his.
“And what am I going to get in return, sweetheart?”, he snapped the material of your lace thong, fingers dancing dangerously close to your core.
You smirked, rolling your hips slowly, “Maybe I can give you a dance, Sir”.
Your veins throbbed wildly, skin pulsing with a burning desire. You felt hot. Scalding. Like hot lava was working its way through your body, setting you a light. But it was an addictive pain. One with a blinding end. You gasped when a rough hand steadied your hip, holding you in place. You hadn’t even realised you’d moved…again. The fingers curled into your flesh, hard enough to leave imprints in the morning.
“Tim…”, you gasped loudly, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. The soft material of his suit did nothing to soothe the fire washing over you.
He barely moved, the sound of his keyboard clicking amplifying in your ears, “Hm?”.
Wrapping your arms more tightly around him, you whimpered, feeling the girth of his shaft stretch you that little bit more. The feeling was borderline euphoric.
“You know I’m busy darling—I told you I’d be busy all day, didn’t I?”, Tim kissed your neck so gently you thought you’d imagined it. He tutted before returning to reading an email.
“Tim—please…I need you”, you sobbed into his shoulder, “Baby, I need you to move”.
Tim clicked his tongue and sighed, “What did I just say?”.
“I’ll be good. Please—I just need this..you—so badly”, you begged him, stroking your nails down the back of his neck.
“You can’t be good though, can you?”, he pulled back, looking you directly in the eyes. He growled and lifted his hips marginally, purposely pushing his cock deeper into your pussy.
You cried his name, your core fluttering around his length. Fuck, you needed him so badly. You silently prayed he’d show some mercy.
“You knew I was busy today and still you insisted on wanting my cock”, his tone was condescending as he spoke but he rested back in his office chair, resting his hands on your thighs.
Taking your chance, you rolled your hips slowly, “I’ll be so good—please, Sir”.
A dark look washed over his face, “Ok—Show me how good you can be”.
The metal of the cuffs dug bitterly into your wrists as you writhed under Dick’s slow, calculated touches. You purred his name softly, eager to show him exactly how he was making you feel.
His lips curved against your skin in between his torturous kisses, “We’ve barely gotten started and you’re alreadywhining”.
You tugged against the handcuffs again and whimpered gently, the metal biting your wrists, reminding you of your place.
“Dick…”.
Dick nipped the top of your breasts and smirked. You were completely bare beneath him except for a pair of red satin panties, your skin marred with bites and hickeys he’d left on you.
“Dickie please, I’ll be good”, you bartered.
“I know you will”, he kissed to the left of your navel, “You’re always so good for me…but, this time you have no choice”. He flicked the handcuffs playfully, the rattle of the chains sounding more sensual than you realised.
You moaned, both in pleasure and agony, aching to touch him, drag your fingers through his hair and down his toned back.
“I just need you to be a little patient for me baby”, Dick twisted his tongue down your stomach, enjoying the way you shivered. Skin prickling with excitement.
You watched as Dick finally reached the waistband of your panties and sucked in a deep breath, “Dick please—I need to touch you”.
Dick looked up at you through his thick lashes and pressed a kiss to your clit through the soaked fabric, “You’ll get to touch me when I’m ready, sweetheart”.
You stretched your body out carefully, enjoying the way your muscles released. Taking in a deep breath, you slowly roused from sleep, letting out a kittenish yawn. The early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, golden rays splitting over your body. You felt the bed shift beside you, followed by the rich scent of pine. Harvey. Instantly, a wave of comfort washed over you, flooding you with warmth. Knowing he was next to you made you feel so much safer.
Harvey stroked a hand down your bare arm as he pressed his body into your back, his calloused skin rough against your soft flesh. You yawned again, trying to bury yourself back into the security of the covers.
“C'mon doll, it’s a special day today”, Harvey’s deep timber voice ran over you like treacle.
You snuggled further into the pillows, “But it’s so much comfier in here—with you”.
Harvey felt your silky legs entwine with his and he almost forgot why he wanted to get up in the first place. He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled, “I’ve got a couple of surprises for you…”.
You turned around to face him, meeting his dazzling eyes that sparkled with mischief, “Oh yeah…Like what?”, you stroked your hand down his cheek lovingly.
Brushing several stray strands of your hair back, he kissed the corner of your mouth, “You’ll have to get up to find out”.
You pushed up out of his arms slowly, the silk slip of your pyjamas dropped down, revealing the curve of your cleavage, “Lead the way then, handsome”.
The midnight blue silk dress was bunched up around your waist messily Slade ground into you hard from behind, his smirk burning you through the reflection in the mirror. You swallowed the gasp threatening to escape, trying to look away from the mirror, the heat flooding your cheeks.
“Ah, ah, ah”, he pinched your chin, forcing you to look at you both, “I can’t have you missing how pretty you are”.
Slade wedged his thigh between your thighs, pressing up against your fluttering core. The lace fabric was rough and rubbing deliciously, stoking the flames.
“Slade…”.
He ignored your words, smirking devilishly, “Look at you”, his eyes scanned over your satin dress and high heels hungrily, unable to contain the growl that left his lips, “Such a sight”.
You shifted against him, biting your lip hard to suppress a moan. You were in a public bathroom. Anyone could walk in. Maybe that’s what Slade had planned. Whoever walked in would see exactly who you belonged to. Not that you needed reminding but Slade’s desire to claim you was powerful, especially when you’d garnered so much attention at the gala.
Slade dragged his calloused hand up your bare leg, reaching the edges of your lace underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the fabric, feeling just how wet you were. You gasped and shivered at the feel of his rough skin stroking along your flesh. Bolts of pleasure shooting through your nerves like lightning.
“Kitten”, he grunted as his fingers dipped into your tight pussy. He set up a lazy pace, occasionally brushing the sensitive spot that had you seeing stars.
You whimpered at the sensations and gripped the edges of the bathroom sink, desperately grounding yourself as you felt the pin pricks of euphoria nipping at the corners of your vision. You stared at Slade in the mirror, watching his handsome roguish face curl with satisfaction.
“Do you think you can keep quiet for me, kitten?”, he teased, letting his thumb swipe over your swollen clit. Daring you to make a noise.
“Y-yes, Sir”, you murmured and pushed your hips back, catching the straining bulge in his suit trousers, “I promise”.
Slade smirked, “Well—let’s test that promise shall we?”.
The hot water cascaded down your body, washing away the stress of the day. Droplets racing one another down your flesh. You sighed softly, closing your eyes and tilted your head back, letting the water hit your face.
You gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your middle, tugging you back into a solid wall of muscle.
Roman.
You went to turn in his arms but he kept you still, pressing his face into the junction of your neck. His growing stubble scratched your skin, causing you to shiver. You expected him to push you forward, bending you at the middle so he could ravish you as he had so many times before, but he didn’t. He kept his face hidden in the softness of your neck, lips occasionally kissing you, almost trying to absorb you.
“Rom?”, you murmured, pressing a palm over the top of his hand resting on your hips. A hint of worry laced your tongue.
“It’s fine”, he muttered, his voice husky with exhaustion.
Catching the faint smell of gunpowder, you didn’t press the topic, simply resting back against his chest, stroking his hand. Roman moved his face and pressed several kisses to the centre of your shoulder blades, seemingly branding you with his lips.
Without another word, Roman grabbed the sponge to the side of him, leisurely soaping it up. The scent of lemon and ginger surrounded you, heightened by the steam of the shower. Gracefully, he traced the sponge along the lengths of your arms, down the dip of your back and up over your stomach. You melted in his embrace, shamelessly drowning in the affection.
You let him soap every inch of you, the water washing away the suds. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder, kissing a slow path up to your ear before nipping it gently. You gasped and he smirked. Roman would never tire of the way you reacted to him.
When you finished, he helped you out of the shower, drying you down with the fluffy towel you’d laid out earlier. You sighed happily before returning the favour. Eager to rub over his defined frame.
Lifting you up with ease, Roman carried you through to your bedroom, dropping you both down into the soft sheets. You instantly rolled into his side, running your nails up and down his chest, watching his eyes flutter shut.
Roman hummed, “I could get used to this”.
“Mmhmm”, you traced your nails in circles on his chest, dipping down to his stomach every so often.
“Come here”, he murmured, leaning forwards and captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Fingers threading through your hair, holding you close.
It was these kisses that spoke to you the most. Revealed how much he loved you so he didn’t have to say the words. You carded your own fingers through his locks, occasionally scratching his scalp. His breathing evened steadily and you realised he’d fallen asleep. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips lovingly.
At first you’d been nervous in the gym, favouring to train in the women’s section at the back behind closed doors but when Slade had decided to join you, he changed all of that.
“How can I help, kitten, when I can’t go in that room with you?”.
So he trained with you out in the open free weight section which you’d been so scared about previously. Batting away your worries and anxiety. His words repeated in your mind.
“Show them how strong you are, kitten”.
Coming to the gym early on the weekend wasn’t your idea of fun but Slade had insisted, assuring you the rest of the day would be free. Free to do as you pleased. And you were damn sure that time would be spent wisely.
He’d worn that ridiculously tight tank top and his black joggers on purpose. You swore he was trying to torture you with that outfit. Especially when he’d pressed you into the kitchen counter from behind this morning whilst you prepared your breakfast. Allowing you to feel the full length of him before he rudely ripped himself away.
On one of the training mats near the weights, Slade applied pressure to the bottom of your lower back, bending you over as far as you could. He smirked, “You’re a little tense, kitten”.
The gravel of his voice ran coarse through your veins making you twitch.
“You’re making it sound dirty again”.
Slade scoffed, “That’s just your filthy imagination”.
“It really isn't”.
Ignoring you, Slade peppered his fingers along the ridges of your spine trying to ease out the tension. You felt him brush his crotch across your ass briefly, “Relax your muscles or you’re going to hurt yourself”.
You swallowed the moan back and turned your head to the side, giving him a pointed look, “People are going to look if you carry on”.
“We’re not doing anything, I’m just stretching you out”, he gave you his best innocent look but the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise.
“You do hear yourself right?”.
“Loud and clear”, he grinned.
“You’re not being fair”, you sighed when his fingers teased the waistband of your gym pants.
“I never am”, he retorted and rolled your hips, hearing a faint pop of your bones.
Rising back up slowly, you inched away from him, “I think I’m stretched out enough now, Wilson”.
“I’ll be over there if you need me, kitten”, his rough voice echoed in your ear, making your spine rattle. Knowing exactly what effect he had on you.
Pushing the sinful thoughts out of your mind, you nodded before heading over to the squat rack in front of the mirror. Setting up the bar to your desired weight, you readied up for your first set. You dipped under the bar, feeling the cold metal on your shoulders but you jumped at the unfamiliar voice behind you.
“Need a hand with spotting sweetheart?”.
Your eyes met the strangers’ in the mirror, and you shook your head, “No thanks, I have a partner already”.
“He’s not doing a very good job if he left you unattended, you should have their full attention”, his eyes drifted over your body wrapped in the skin tight gym clothing.
You shuddered at his leering gaze and twisted your face into a scowl, hoping it was somewhat intimidating, “I said, no thank you”.
Just as the stranger was about to say something else, he flinched comically as Slade’s large hand clasped onto his shoulder, patting him roughly.
“Thanks for keeping an eye on her for me kid”, he turned to you, licking his lips slowly, “—you ready kitten?”, Slade smirked smugly as the stranger retreated with his tail between his legs.
“You’re terrible, you know that? I could have handled him”.
Slade shrugged, “I know, but, I enjoy scaring them”.
The blindfold sat comfortably over your eyes, blocking everything from view. You whined and tried to reach out for him to no avail. You swore you could hear him but maybe you’d made the sound up in your mind, deprived of sight. You jumped when you felt Jason’s soft lips press a kiss to the edge of your bare shoulder. He grinned and nipped you before licking over the light mark.
“Princess, I know you like the view but trust me this is gonna be worth it”, his husky voice promised, covering you in a honeyed warmth. He pushed you backwards onto the bed and settled above you, slotting between your trembling thighs.
You stroked your hands over his chest feeling his muscles tense, “Jason…baby”, you moaned softly.
Jason secured the blindfold over your eyes and hovered his lips over yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. He tasted like sherbet lemons.
“You look so pretty, princess”, he mused and pressed another kiss to your collarbone, humming happily to himself when you shivered. Jason caressing your sides, swiping his palms over your stomach, “So pretty—just for me”.
“Jay…”.
You felt the bed dip under his weight before he slid his lips over your stomach, tongue dipping into your navel, “You gonna be a good girl and let me work you over?”.
Nodding enthusiastically, you whimpered before answering him breathily, “…Yes”.
Your fingers threaded through Jason’s dark hair as he kissed just above your panties waistband. Then within seconds, his hot lips travelled back upwards, finally reaching your nipples. His hot breath fanned over them, the faint touch of his mouth made you whimper and arch up to him.
“Jay—oh!!”, you squealed as his lips wrapped around one of the nubs, tongue flicking expertly over it. Your skin prickled with delight, his calloused fingers tweaking the other roughly. Jason swapped between them both, coaxing you close to orgasm before pulling away, kissing delicately between the valley of your breasts.
