Batboys smut-fluff imagines

Tim Drake X Reader

With you pressed up against the bathroom counter, dress pushed up to your stomach while Tim pounds into you, it was hard not to let at least some moans out. You grip his shirt, breathing hard into his neck while he kisses the soft skin of your shoulder.

So good, baby, Tim groans, his hands digging harder into the flesh of your hips. He has your legs pushed open just enough for his cock to slam into you — the way it hits all the right spots and sends electric waves all over your body is something truly magnifying. Tim, you whimper as quietly as you can. Youre close; hes close. He sneaks a hand up your sports bra — silently thanking you that youre not wearing a proper bra. Hes electrifying in his touch, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers.

God, you breathe, tilting your head back against the mirror cabinet. Yes.

Tim, I need you for— oh! Bruce stops in his tracks as he swings the door open. He assumed Tim was putting the Robin costume on before they had to leave for patrol. Fuck! Tim jumps in fright, trying his hardest to cover your lower half with his body.

Bruce closes the door and stifles a laugh, his cheeks reddening, as do yours. Kitchen now. Both of you. With a disgruntled groan, Tim helps you look decent enough to step out before fixing himself. His hand is laced with yours as the two of you sit awkwardly at the dining table. Now, I get that you two being together is going to havecertain consequences like this, Bruce coughs, eyeing you. But I need to be reassured that youre both being safe. It goes without saying that sex must be done wearing a condom—

Oh my god! Tim groans, his head resting in his hand as you avoid all eye contact with Bruce as much as possible. As if it couldnt get any worse, Bruce continues, I need you to take this seriously. I dont want to have to be dealing with little Tim and [y/n]s around.

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