BatBoys x Reader

Tim Drake x Stay

~Imagine Tim deciding not leave for a briefing, and chose to stay with you~

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Both of you had collapsed in your bed after dinner, and soon ended up dozing off watching a movie. The two of you ended up sleeping much longer than you intended. You opened your eyes slowly and turned your head to gaze at the clock, 11:46pm. An arm was draping over you lazily. You smiled to yourself and went to get up, but his fingers tightened around your hip.

Turning to look over your shoulder you could see that his eyes were still closed, but there was a small grin spread across his face. Slowly you turned over to face him and ran your fingers through his hair all while hearing him hum pleasantly. "Hello to you too." You kissed the corner of his mouth.

His eyes slowly opened. "Hi." His voice was low, and rough, like he desperately needed a glass of water. His hair was a mess and hanging loosely in front of his face. Before you had the chance to say anything he pulled you closer to him and his body was so warm it felt like you could just melt.

Placing your hand on his cheek you sighed. "You have to let me get up sometime." His grin remained.

He let go of you and threw the pillow over his head. "5 more minutes." As he mumbled to himself you sat up and shook your head.

"Hey!" You tried to pry the pillow off of him, but before you could he threw it off the bed and crashed his lips onto yours. He managed to roll on top of you and his lips trailed down your neck. They were soft and it felt like a trail of tiny butterfly kisses. "Tim—" You moaned softly and watched him lift his head with a wide smile.

"—yes?" He nipped at your neck once again. Running your hands through his hair you lightly tugged at it.

Turning your head towards the clock you groaned. "It's almost midnight! I didn't even clean up after dinner." He wasn't listening and continued to tease you wildly. His phone began to vibrate on the nightstand and he stopped to sit up, but you really wished that he didn't. You watched intently as he was breathing in and out deeply while trying to compose himself.

He grabbed the device and sighed. "Duty calls." He ran his fingers through his hair and took a quick glance to see who it was before answering. "What's going on?" He turned to sit over the edge of the bed and now his bare back was facing you. Of course you wanted to see just how far you could take it.

Sitting up slowly you snaked your arms around his waist, trailing your fingers up and down his chest. Your hand was moving down lower, and lower, and you felt him inhale sharply. "Careful, I don't want them to know I'm here." You kissed the back of his neck and heard him clear his throat.

"Yeah—uh—I'll be there in 20. Don't start—without me." He was stuttering and you took that as success in your book. Quickly he hung up and threw his phone back onto the nightstand. He gently got out of your hold and stood up leaning over you with both hands on the mattress. "I have to head out for a bit." He sighed disappointedly before lifting your chin up and quickly giving you a kiss.

You watched as he made his way towards your closet. "I thought you had off tonight?" Colorful articles of clothing came flying out of the doorway landing on the floor all spread out.

"I did, but we just got a new lead for one of our open cases, and Bruce wants go over it as soon as possible." He shouted back. You sighed and threw yourself back onto your pillow.