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Jimmy tries so, so hard to just...be normal.

There's an itch under his skin, a burning desire that he can't quite seem to sate. It's always been there, but now it flares up, like he'll die if he doesn't get enough of you. And he’s starting to worry he’ll never get enough of you. When your alarm goes off, you turn it off with one hand, not bothering to open your eyes. Instead, still with one foot in that drifting dreamscape that you’re coming out of, you nuzzle into his neck for a moment. He freezes, certain that any sudden movement might cause you to dissolve into smoke, floating off into the air and permanently out of his grasp. So he waits, and a moment later you do open your eyes, prop yourself up on one arm to smile lazily at him. Jimmy smiles back, and tries to be normal. “Good morning,” You say, remnants of sleep leaving your voice a little crinkled at the edges. He shifts onto his side so he’s facing you, eases one of his legs in between yours, “Morning.”

“Wow, I feel great,” Hips shifting a little as you move against his leg, you look down like you’re embarrassed, “I always sleep better with you.” Jimmy lets that go to his head immediately, grinning as he flexes his thigh, rubs it back and forth, "You're so sweet when you first wake up. Best part of sleeping with you."

You roll your eyes at him, but your voice stays soft, a little shyer than usual, "Did you sleep okay?"

He kisses you to give himself a moment before he has to answer, drinking in the whimpers that roll off your tongue at the feeling of his flexed thigh dragging against you. He almost regrets the choice because once his lips meet yours he doesn't want to pull them away, thinks he would be content to stay in exactly this position, doing exactly this, for the rest of his life.

But he's trying to be normal, so he does pull himself away, trying to find something to say. He feels exhausted, to be honest, but he's trying to keep it between not lying and not being too honest, "The best sleep I have is always with you."

You don't say anything about the careful non-answer, and he misses the way your teeth catch your lip in disappointment. He's concentrated on shifting the angle of his leg, relishing in the wetness that's on his skin.

When you speak, the shyness has left your voice, back to normal, "So how do you want to do this? Am I riding you? Or do you feel like actually doing some work this morning?"

"Fuck off," He laughs, one of his hands coming to your hip to help guide your movements against him, "Like you weren't a total pillow princess last night."

"Hey, I wanted to suck your cock, you're the one who said no," Your hips start moving faster, really grinding into his thigh now.

His grip on you tightens, and he wonders if you might've been having a sex dream because you're already so wet, your skin gliding against his. Jimmy almost groans, trying to remember how many times he usually kisses you when you have sex, on average. Because he's being super normal.

He doesn't kiss you, and he does try to keep his voice as light as he can, but he braves a moment of real truthfulness, "Alright, and? Maybe I feel best when you're getting off."

Jimmy can't quite read the look on your face, but he feels the muscles in your thighs clench around him. Then you smile, playful in spite of your heavy breathing, “We can do both.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“69?” You ask, voice light but goading.

“How busy of a morning are you going for? You know we still have to go to work after this, right?” He’s teasing you, and you both know it.

Normally, your position is flipped. You’re all about having plenty of energy to start the workday and unwinding after, which is part of why he doesn’t usually stay over on week nights. He can’t help but be excited by your eagerness.

You laugh, but it cuts off, breathy, as you grind a little harder against him, “I’m just…nervous for tonight. Could really use my favorite stress toy, y’know?”

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt so simultaneously heartbroken and horny in his life.

His grip on your hip tightens, his movements speeding up, and it only takes a few more moments for you to fall apart, full on humping his thigh as you reach a trembling orgasm. Then he steals a kiss (what could be a more normal time to kiss you than this, right?) and grins at you, “Whatever you need from me.”

You let out a breathless giggle, shifting up and pushing down on his chest, straddling him with a smile of your own, “Whatever I need?”

His hands are on your hips again as you grind yourself slowly against his cock, your folds so wet that you glide easily against his shaft. He swallows, hard, as he tells you, “Why are you asking me? Your choice. I mean, what’s the point in having a toy if you’re not going to play with it how you want?”

He means it, too. If you can’t be his, the next best thing is to let himself be yours.

You let out a moan as your pace picked up, really rutting against the hardness of his length now. He can feel his cock starting to leak, but he ignores the almost painful desire that’s welling up inside him, focuses instead on helping you get just the right amount of drag against him.

“You won’t be too worn out for work?” You asks, eyes glinting, hips rocking, breath catching, “I mean, I’ve got a lot of nerves to work out. Don’t want it be too much for you.”

“You could never be too much for me,” Jimmy can’t help but buck his own hips up, his body straining for whatever stimulation it can get, “Don’t stress. Just use me.”

You’re coming again with no warning, shivering as you bury your face against his neck, bite down on the thin skin over his collarbone. He shudders too, still thrusting against you even as you slow down, place a steadying hand on his chest.

“Alright, alright, stop distracting me,” You roll off of him, smirking at the whine he lets out at the loss of contact, pressing a long, slow kiss to his lips before you add, “I can’t decide what I want when you’re being all clingy.”

You’re teasing, and he knows it, knows you don’t mean anything by it, but a bolt of panic shoots through him anyway. He is being normal, right?

Sure, there’s a hollowness inside his chest that he’s trying to ignore, and it gets harder without you on top of him, but he thinks he’s keeping things the same as the usually are.

You grab one of his hands, bring it to your pussy, and he moves without hesitation, sliding two fingers inside you and brushing his thumb against your clit. Your eyes draw slowly over his body, and after a moment you lower your head, pink tongue sliding out from between your lips.

“You don’t have to-” He starts before he can help himself, even as his hips buck up once again at the feeling of your warm breath over his dick.

“I’m not,” You laugh, and then that tongue is on him, lapping up the glimmering pools of arousal that you had left on his shaft.

You’re thorough, slow and soft and calculated. He keeps fingering you, and when you moan he feels it as a vibration against the delicate skin on his cock. It leaks more precum, but you just laugh as you drag your tongue further down, cleaning that off of him too.

He can’t hold back another low whine, and he feels you clench around his fingers at the sound even as you’re pulling away from his cock, sitting up with a smile, “Don’t worry, since you’re so eager to please, I won’t suck your dick. Just wanted to clean you up. Instead, you can get me off on your fingers, and then I’m going to ride your face. Sound good?”

Jimmy can hear the effort that’s going in to keeping your tone casual, and his fingers speed up as he nods, repeats, “Whatever you want.”

You roll your eyes, but then you come all over his hand, so the faux irritation doesn’t really bother him. He allows you to pull his hand away from you, holds his breath when you take his fingers in your mouth and lick those clean, too.

You’re straddling his chest a moment later, about to shift up over his face when you pause, glancing guiltily back at his cock, tip an angry red and leaking once again, “Are you sure you don’t need me to-”

“You’re really struggling with the whole ‘use me’ concept, huh?” He wraps his hands around your thighs to start pulling you closer, trying to tease you even as he’s panting with desire, “Stop worrying about me. Please. Literally all I want right now is for you to be selfish.”

Your lips purse for half a second before you move, knees on either side of his head. Jimmy groans when you lower yourself on to him, tongue already coming out to greet your dripping pussy. The groan turns to a moan when he your juices hit his tongue, hips jerking up desperately at the thought that you’ve come three times and this is the first taste he’s gotten.

“Mmmm,” You start to rock against him immediately, one hand coming down to smooth his hair while the other grips your headboard, “Just keep your tongue out like that, alright? I’ve got the rest handled.

You’re grinding against his face, drenching his tongue again with every movement, working your clit against the long arch of his nose.

He can’t help himself, of course, he starts tongue fucking you within minutes, desperate to taste more of you, to hear more of your moans. Your hand tightens in his hair and he can’t hold back a whimper, vibrating through you in a way that has you working your hips even harder against him.

He loses track of how long you’re there, how many times you’ve come by the end of it. All he cares about is making you feel good, getting more of your pleased moans. The first time you come in his mouth your breath hitches, hard, your voice a little croaky as you tell him, “So fucking good…no one eats pussy like you do.”

He almost comes, his whole body tensing with the concentrated effort to hold it back.

However long it actually takes isn’t enough, and when you finally pull away from his mouth you watch his eyes go wide, goofy smile dropping as he scrambles to wrap his arms around your thighs again, hold you closer to him.

“How pussy drunk are you?” You laugh, push his arms away before shaking your head, “Doesn’t matter. Get up.”

“Up?” He’s licking his lips clean, like you’ve just cut him short on his favorite meal and he wants to get as much of the flavor as he can.

Still laughing, you clamber off the bed and tug him to his feet, then you kneel on it once again, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tell him, “You’re doing a great job, but I’m still having too many thoughts in my head. I need you to make them disappear.”

Jimmy blushes, pleased, “Did you have something in mind?”

You kiss him, hard, and then turn around and lower yourself on to all fours, telling him over your shoulder, “You’re going to pound me into this mattress. Hard as you can. I trust your instincts, but don’t worry, if I want something different I’ll tell you.”

“Yes ma’am,” He scrambles to close the distance between you. His cock was throbbing now, the tip shifted to a dark purple, and he knows that the second he’s inside you that hollow space in his chest will be filled, at least for a while.

Sure, there’s never a moment that he doesn’t enjoy you sitting on his face. But he doesn’t feel fully right again until he’s sliding inside you. Even though your heart isn’t his, at least for now, for a time, your pussy is.

And oh, does it feel right. Yeah, he has to hold back from busting the second his tip is inside you, your pussy greedily sucking him in, your hips pushing back against him. But he’s so glad that he hasn’t gotten any relief up until this point, so entranced with how perfectly you’re squeezing around him.

“Fucking milking my cock,” He tells you, voice raw in a way that it only gets when he’s really desperate, “Oh my god, thank you.”

“For what?” You ask, and he can hear that there’s a tease in your voice even as you bury it into your pillow.

You’re still sopping wet, his cock sliding in and out with incredible ease as he follows your instructions, tries to set a good rhythm as he pounds into you hard. His voice is ragged, as he tries to focus on forming coherent words and not coming yet, “I- fuck, for letting me make you feel good? For letting me have this perfect pussy? Whatever you want to be thanked for, I’m doing it.”

You moan, low and long and almost feral, before you order, “Keep fucking talking like that. And hold my hips tighter. Fuck, come on, don't hold back.”

His grip becomes iron-clad, letting his stream of consciousness flow as he thrusts harder, deeper, "Best way to wake up ever. Nothing feels better than, fuck, than being right where I belong. Wherever makes you feel good. Thank you for letting me make you feel so fucking good.”

It was probably too far, too intimate of a thing to say, but he hopes that that’s undercut by the fact that he's slamming into you, maybe more roughly than he ever has. If you do think it's too intimate you don't comment on it, overswept suddenly with what he thinks is one of the hardest orgasms he's ever seen. He may be a little biased, but he thinks that since he's being so normal about this, he's probably right.

The noise that comes out of you is going to end up in his dreams, he knows it. Halfway to a scream, so full of satisfaction that he almost comes as soon as you do. He would have, probably, if you hadn't choked out, muffled in the pillow, "Please, please don't stop yet."

He bites his lip as hard as he can, puts all of his concentration into keeping his rhythm going. He fucks you through a second orgasm, then a third, cock throbbing and twitching, tooth digging into his lip so sharply he tastes blood. The only thing that keeps him going through it all is the noises you let out. Both of you are panting, moaning, but you're so wracked with pleasure that you're almost sobbing. The thought that he's making you feel this good (the worry of not knowing the next time he'd get to make you feel this good), is enough to keep him going.

The fourth time that you come, your whole body tensing, your pussy clenching around him so tightly he can feel it pulsating, he feels something in him snap, "I can't- I've gotta- fucking perfect- please I'm gonna-"

"Please," You are sobbing now, no longer just trembling but actually shaking, all over, "Please, I want you to, so bad, please-"

The rhythm is gone, his hips stuttering as he practically shoves his cock into you. He keeps going, even as he comes, grip on you so tight that he actually thinks it might leave bruises. He can't hold in a feverish moan, but still he keeps going, sliding through you with even more ease as his own cum mixes with the sopping wetness of your pussy.

He's mindless, inelegant, more desperate than he thinks he's ever been. You start to squirm, your noises pushing whinier, starting to wriggle away. Jimmy doesn't even think about loosening his grip, just pulls you back against him, voice scraped thin and choked, "Not just yet. Not done with you yet."

You're coming again, or maybe still coming from the last time, he isn't certain. All he notices is the way you're still mindlessly grinding against him, even as your cries grow almost feral. All he cares about is that it pushes him to keep fucking you through one of the longest orgasms he's ever had.

He goes until he feels almost certain he has nothing left to give, and then he manages to go a little longer, goes until you're gasping and shuddering and finally bring a hand back to grab at his thigh, breath heavy, "Okay, fuck, okay, thank you."

He stills, slumps over your back, breathes hotly in your ear, "That okay?"

There's a long moment of silence before you sigh, "Perfect. Thank you."

"You think we could sleep just a little bit longer?" He asks, distracting himself from his urge to nuzzle into you by pressing languid kisses to the back of your neck.

"No, no," You pat his leg, a smile in your voice, "We've got to get up and seize the day. We've been lucky enough to have a good start."

It physically pains him to pull out of you, but he does it. Both of you hiss at the overstimulation, and you unconsciously shifted back to follow him as he pulled away. Jimmy is pretty sure he deserves a medal for managing to bring a hand to your lower back and still you, for forcing himself to actually leave your tight warmth and roll off of you.

"Seriously, thank you. You always know what I need, better than anyone else," You grinned, pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, "You really are the best friend."

You're clearly being a little teasing, but it's still sobering for Jimmy. A reminder that you're not really his, not in the way that he finally realizes he really wants you to be.

"Extra large coffee today," He says, taking a deep breath and then standing up.

"Oh, absolutely," Your laugh makes a tingle of warmth run through his body, "Don't get me wrong, you wore me out. But you know, a lot of people say that a morning workout is a secret to success."

"And that was a workout?" He catches your gaze with a smirk.

You're grinning, giggling at your own joke before you even make it, "Well, I'm certainly going to be sore."

He wants to put his arm around you. Instead, he smacks you lightly on the shoulder, knowing that's what's normal.

"It really was a fun way to start the morning, either way," Jimmy does allow himself to press a kiss to your forehead before he rubs his jaw, heads to the bathroom.

There's a softness in your voice that he misses, too caught up in himself, "Yeah. The best."

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The walk to work is pleasant, the morning air a little crisp, a sign of the impending autumn. Jimmy listens to you tell some funny story from your childhood that he’s heard at least twice before, laughing at your exaggerated expressions and hand motions. Because he’s being normal, he tries hard not to stare at you the entire time, although it’s difficult.

He does pick your favorite coffee shop to stop at, and you two get into an argument over who should pay. You say that you should because him staying over was a favor (he doesn’t tell you how wrong that is), he says that he should because…well he doesn’t really have a reason he can give. He just wants to. In the interest of being normal, he finally agrees to each pay for your own drink, although he can’t help but buy a pastry you’ve been eyeing, too.

“We’re splitting it,” You announce, tearing it in half before he can protest.

Normal or not, there’s no way for him to stop himself from staring as you lick the icing off of your fingers, humming delightedly.

When you look at him, oblivious to his thoughts, you pause, "I'm sorry, do you want some?"

The last sugar-encrusted finger is pressed against his lips before he can deny it, and he can't stop himself from taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You beam (this is all very normal, he reminds himself as he gazes in to your smiling eyes), then tug on his sleeve, "Come on, let's get to work before your coffee gets cold."

"Yes ma'am," Jimmy gives a mock salute, and if his voice comes out a little hoarse you don't seem to notice it.

When you get to the Daily Planet, you reach down and squeeze his hand, and Jimmy can tell by your eyes that it's a silent thank you, although whether it's for this morning or last night or something else he isn't sure. All he knows is that his breath catches in his chest, and he pretends to trip on nothing to cover it up.

"Woah, buddy," Your hands fly to his shoulders, bracing him, which is almost worse, laughter in your voice even as your brows knit together in concern, "You okay there, clumsy?"

"Of course," He straightens up, feels actual pain in his chest when you pull away from him even as he winks, voice teasing, "What can I say? Something's got my legs a little tired."

"Jimmy!" You really laugh now, smack him on the chest playfully, "What am I going to do with you?"

(Anything, he thinks. Everything.)

You're already shifting into work mode as he rides the elevator up with you, muttering to yourself about your to-do list as you pull your planner out of your bag to check it. From the way that you're reciting it before you even have it out, Jimmy is pretty sure you already have it memorized, but he doesn't mention it. Or rather, he does start to tease you about it, but the words die in his throat when you flip to today's page and he sees "Date with J. Sneakers or heels?" scrawled in your frantic writing at the bottom of the page.

His breath catches again, and he takes a sip of his coffee to hide it. When the elevator dings open you give him a little wave before you're off to Perry's office to check in on any morning responsibilities. Jimmy breathes out slowly through his teeth, hoping his smile doesn't look as wary as it feels, and waves back. Normal.

He sees Clark look up at him as he trudges to his desk, wheeling his chair over to greet him as he sits down. Jimmy sinks into his own chair without acknowledgment, but his friend doesn't seem to mind.

"Are you okay?" Clark asks, voice low and concerned, "I heard your-well, you just seem a little off.

Jimmy sighs, scrubs his hand down over his face, considers telling Clark everything for a moment before he catches himself, "I'm fine. Hey, do you want to go out tonight?"

Clark's brow furrows, "Go out where?"

"I don't know, a bar? A movie? A restaurant? Whatever you want, man."

Clark's voice is apologetic, his glance toward Lois entirely unsubtle, "I'm sorry, I've got plans tonight. Is a raincheck okay?"

"Of course," Jimmy sighs, looks away from Clark's worried gaze, "Have fun."

"If something's going on, and you need me to cancel-"

Jimmy cuts him off, "No. Everything is fine. I just thought it might be fun."

Clark doesn't protest further, although Jimmy knows he wants to. Just pats his shoulder, hand big and heavy, and tells him, "Let me know if you change your mind. I'm here for you."

Jimmy doesn't need to tell his best friend how much that means to him, so he just nods, wishing he wasn't so tired.

Clark rolls back to his desk. An intern replaces him not even a minute later, shy and smiling and oblivious to the mood.

"Hi, Jimmy," Her voice falls squarely between friendly and coquettish.

"Hey," He turns in his chair a little, takes a long look at her. She's pretty, not as pretty as you, but certainly nothing to scoff at. He thinks for a moment, probably not long enough, before he asks, "Would you want to do something after work tonight?"

"Oh my god, really?" Her words come out in a rush, then she seems to catch herself, collect herself, "I mean, I would love to."

He hands her his phone, open to create a new contact, "If you want to give me your number, we can work out the details. I kind of have to get going on some work, but I should have time to text."

"That sounds great," She makes the contact, hands the phone back to him with a grin, "I can't wait."

Jimmy can't help but feel a little guilty at her excitement. He isn't so lacking in self-awareness that he doesn't know he's asking her out for the wrong reasons. But he does lack enough self-awareness that it's not too hard for him to reason his way out of the guilt. He goes out on dates all the time, even ones he knows probably won't work out. Everyone knows it, certainly all the interns know it with the way they're always watching him. She (he glances at the contact information), Lauren, has to know that it's not a big deal. He's certainly not going to make it a big deal.

He sighs as he gets to work, ignoring the disapproving look that he knows Clark is giving him. This, if nothing else, is normal, even if the thought isn't as comforting as he'd hoped it would be.

The day is busy, doesn’t give him a lot of time to think, and he’s grateful for that.

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The next day is slow, for the Planet. Not a lot going on. Not enough to distract him from staring at you whenever you walk by.

Lauren lingers at his desk for a while, thanking him for the fun night.

It had been fun, he had to admit to himself. She was sweet, a little awkward, but it was mostly endearing. When she invited him in to her apartment at the end of the evening he had hesitated, wondered if you were doing the same with your date, and then accepted.

That was fun too, all things considered. They’d made out for a while, hot and heavy on the couch, and after a little of Lauren’s not so subtle hinting he had fingered her. Her reactions, the sounds she made, fell short of yours by a mile, but he was still happy to do it, still liked that he was making her feel good. The evening had been nice, might have even prompted a second under normal circumstances, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen, so getting her off felt like the least he could do. It wasn’t until her hand had made its way to his crotch, started to fiddle with his zipper, that he had stood up, brushed himself off with a smile, and told her, “I probably need to head out. Thanks.”

Luckily, although her voice had been hopeful when she approached him, Lauren didn't seem too concerned either way. She was nice. He felt another pang of guilt hit him at the thought, but pushed it aside.

The day stretched on, on, on. Late morning, Clark leaned back in his chair, asked, "Do you want to get out of here for a little bit for lunch?"

"Desperately," Jimmy told him, grateful for the idea, for the break from how stifling the office suddenly seemed.

It got more stifling when Cat dragged you over to Lois's desk, asking, "How was the date with Mr. Museum?"

Lois kept working, but asked, "Mr. Museum?"

"They met at the art museum," Cat gushed, "Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard?"

Jimmy spun in his chair to watch the exchange, noticed that Clark did too.

“Jack,” You corrected, but then your face broke into a smile, “It was really good, actually. Best date I’ve been on in…I don’t know how long.”

“You’re going out with some guy you met at a museum?” Clark asks, his tone uncharacteristically judgmental.

Because he’s being totally normal, Jimmy responds before you can, “An art museum actually seems like a pretty good place to meet someone. It’s not like she picked him up at a sex shop.”

Shrugging, Clark has a tinge of a blush on his features when he looks first at Jimmy and then back at you, “Sorry. It’s just not what I would’ve pictured, that’s all.”

“I’m more surprised by his name,” Lois cuts in, although she still isn’t looking up from her computer, “I thought you said that men with ‘J’ names are secretly monsters.”

You laugh, “Okay, I did say that, and it is mostly true, but-”

“Hey!” Jimmy protests, pleased with the way you grin at his over dramatic pout.

“But the exceptions prove the rule!” You snicker, “You big baby.”

He sticks his tongue out at you, delighted again when you do it back. You really are his best friend, and he thinks that as long as he gets to keep having you as his best friend, as long as you’re happy, that’s all he really needs. That thought disappeared within a minute.

“More details, please,” Cat presses a hand to your arm, brings the conversation back around, “What did you guys do? Is he cute? Are you doing it again?”

“He took me to that new steakhouse on George Street,” You’re grinning, barely contained excitement on your features, “And he wants to pick me up for lunch today.”

Jimmy wants to throw up.

Lois finally drags her eyes away from her screen, an eyebrow raised as she looks at you, “That place is really nice, isn’t it?”

“So fancy they don’t even have the prices on the menu,” You lean down to her a little bit from where you’ve settled on her desk, “You know how I always split the costs on dates? Well, he wouldn’t let me. Said he was going to the bathroom and covered the whole tab.”

You look incredible, because of course you do. Your hair is neat, you’ve got your jewelry on, and your top is the perfect color, complimenting your features and making your eyes stand out. You’re even wearing a skirt again, modest in length but form fitting in all the best ways. It makes the other night flash in his brain, a comforting pleasantry as he remembers having his head buried under your skirt, of having you wrapped around his cock while you were still wearing it. Then it occurs to him that you might be dressing a little nicer today for your lunch date, and it hits like a punch to the gut.

“A gentleman! Always a lucky find these days,” Cat almost seems more excited than you do.

Clark has taken to playing with a pen, like he’s being casual, but he raises a finger in protest at that, “I don’t think it’s very gentlemanly to ignore a woman’s autonomy like that. He should’ve respected what she wanted to do.”

“You can chill a little,” Jimmy breathes out, voice so quiet that he’s more or less just mouthing the words, but he knows Clark can hear it.

You laugh, nod, “I won’t lie, I would’ve rather he just let me pay for mine, but I’m kind of glad I didn’t have to see how much it cost. And he was a gentleman at the end of the night. Didn’t even ask to come up to my apartment, just walked me to the building and asked if I’d want to go to lunch.”

“Oh, he didn’t try to pressure you into something just because he spent money on you? What a saint,” He grumbled.

“Clark,” Lois admonishes, voice sharp.

“I’m just saying,” He looks at you, still blushing a little as he says, “You should have high standards. Be with someone who really cares about you, listens to you. The best romantic relationships have a strong foundation in friendship.”

Jimmy, again too quiet for anyone without super hearing to pick up on it, sighs out, “You’re not being very chill.”

“I appreciate your concern, Clark,” Your brows are furrowed, voice more confused than annoyed, “But I can decide who I want to date. He was nice, he was cute, and he actually seems to like me. He’s like, the only guy who actually seems to like me.”

Clark opens his mouth, then closes it, ears tinged pink. Finally, he mumbles, “You’re right, sorry.”

There’s a sour pit welling up in Jimmy’s stomach, a bile that’s creeping up his throat. This guy, who you barely know, he’s the only guy who seems to like you? Jimmy doesn’t understand how you could think that. Then he realizes that there’s no reason for you to think otherwise, and the thought hits him like a brick to the forehead, guilty and jealous and guilty for the jealousy all at once, at the idea of this guy, this Jack, making you feel more cared for than he does.

He doesn’t realize that he’s zoned out, that you’ve left for your stupid lunch date, that Lois and Cat have walked away. Doesn’t realize until Clark’s hand is on his elbow, gesturing to the elevator with his head, “Come on, pal, let’s go get that lunch.”

Jimmy frowns, shakes his head, still feeling nauseous, “I’m not really hungry.”

Clark tugs him to a standing position, “Come with me anyway.”

When they step onto the elevator, when the doors close and it’s just the two of them alone, separate from the rest of the world, Jimmy feels the strongest urge to cry that he thinks he’s ever had. With no warning, Clark’s arm is thrown clumsily around him, pulling him in for a hug as he pats him awkwardly. He doesn’t see Clark hit the button to stop the elevator, but he feels it shudder to a standstill, and then that other giant arm is wrapped around him.

Jimmy manages to hold himself together, barely, although he can’t stop his voice from shaking, “I’m fine, I’ll be fine.”

"You don't have to be," Clark says, and the dam bursts.

Jimmy Olsen was not a crier. He tears up sometimes, sure. But he's always been far more likely to cry from laughing too hard than from truly feeling sad. So he's not prepared for the tears that pour down his face in waves, for the heat of the pressure headache that pricks behind his eyes immediately, certainly not for the low, almost wailing sob that comes out of him, unlike any sound he thinks he's ever made before. It's strange to him, that this might be the most he's ever cried, but it hits him starkly that he's never felt this simultaneously pent up and desolate in his life.

Then Clark speaks up again, clearly trying to keep his voice as light as he can, "Your teeth started grinding again as soon as Cat asked her about the date. You've been...sighing more. Groaning more. Not to mention the crazy things your heartbeat has been doing. At this point, I could practically hear your tears moving through the ducts."

It's not really funny, but Jimmy laughs anyway, and the sharp inhale he takes reminds him he needs to breathe in. It's awkward, shuddering and half snorted, but he takes a few heaving breaths.

He's getting Clark's shirt all wet, tears still streaming slick and salty down his face, the fabric dampening against the skin pressed against it. He considers feeling apologetic, but Clark's squeezing tightens around him, and Jimmy finally brings his arms around the bigger man's waist so he can squeeze back. Jimmy is vaguely aware of Clark speaking into the elevator phone, quiets enough to keep himself from being heard as Clark tells someone that there's something wrong with the elevator, then listens for a minute and hangs up with a sigh, tightening his grip around Jimmy again.

"They said it would take a couple hours for maintenance to get here," Clark's head rests on top of Jimmy's, which is still buried against his chest. One of his hands rubs soothingly between Jimmy's shoulder-blades, "So you've pretty much got as long as you need. If you need to talk. Or just...do this. Or whatever."

They stood like that for a long time, Jimmy sobbing into Clark’s shirt. He’s not sure how long it actually is, but when he finally pulls away he feels like he’s been wrung out, exhausted and dehydrated.

“I made this happen,” He tells Clark as he sinks to the ground, huddling himself into the corner of the elevator.

Clark sits next to him, close enough that the heat of his body presses against Jimmy, but he doesn’t reach out for him, holds his hands carefully in his lap like he doesn’t want to be too forward. The care he takes is so quintessentially Clark that it makes Jimmy snort, ugly and loud and ringing in his ear.

Then the bigger man asks, voice gentle, “How did you make this happen?”

Another set of floodgates open, word vomit that comes out thick and heavy. Jimmy tells him everything. He can’t help it. About being friends with you, and then realizing how hot you were. About your arrangement. About getting closer, until you managed to tie with Clark for the title of best friend. About how watching movies for background noise to make out had turned into just watching movies together. About nights spent at each other’s places, about how he felt having you in his arms. About how every date he went on had started being compared to you in his head, even if unconsciously. About never feeling less stressed than when he was with you. About you washing his hair. About staying up all night just at hearing you had a date. About the knife that had twisted in his chest when you said that guy was the only person who liked you.

“You kept calling me lovesick, said I was addicted to love, but I wasn’t, I really wasn’t,” He looks up at Clark with glassy eyes, “And then all of a sudden…I was.”

Clark’s lips are pursed, clearly thinking hard as he nods. Then he lets out a long suffering sigh, “You really did kind of set yourself up for failure here, huh?”

"I've been trying to be normal. Like everything is the way it's supposed to be. It's not a failure to have what I have. It's still better than anything I've had before, I'm still lucky to have it. But I don't know...I don't know what to do. I don't know how to be normal anymore."

"Have you considered telling her?" Clark asks, his tone gentle but almost admonishing, like this should be obvious but he doesn't want to make Jimmy feel bad.

"I can't just tell her," He shakes his head, feeling another batch of tears start streaming hot and insistent down his face, "I can't lose what we have. She doesn't see me like that. If I tell her I do, it'll freak her out, and that'll be the end of everything."

"So it's better to be miserable?"

"Than to lose my best friend?" Jimmy hesitates, laughs a little, "Present company notwithstanding, I mean. Yeah, it's better to be miserable and still have what I have than to be miserable all alone."

He means it, too. It comes out without a thought, but it's true all the same.

They sit in silence for a while. Clark stretches one arm out, an offering, and Jimmy can't help but tuck himself into his friend's side, the tears coming harder again. Clark pats his shoulder, awkward but comforting. He doesn't push, just waits, lets Jimmy cry.

"I'll pay for you to get this dry cleaned," Jimmy says when he can finally speak again, sniffling and croaky, fingers running over the tear stains on Clark’s jacket.

Clark laughs softly, "Not necessary. Listen, why don't we get out of here? We can play hooky this afternoon."

Jimmy's lip twitches, curls a little, and he jokes half-heartedly, "If this is you coming on to me, your timing is terrible."

This time Clark's chuckle is deeper, comes from his belly, "You can't blame a guy for trying. Seriously, come on. We can go do whatever you want."

"I want to day drink," Jimmy tells him, half serious and half joking.

"I'm not sure that's a healthy way to process the feelings you're having," Clark sighs, "But I guess I did say whatever you want."

He stands. Stretches, his giant frame taking up half the elevator as he bends to crack his back. Then he hits the button again, the elevator suddenly moving.

"Are we gonna get in trouble?" Jimmy asks, standing too.

Clark waves his hand more casually than he's ever seemed before about breaking work rules, "The elevator fixed itself. You got motion sick. I'm the dutiful friend. It's fine."

"You really are a good friend, you know that, right?" It comes out quiet, like it might be rejected. It's not something they usually say out loud.

"Oh, I'm the best, I know," Clark shoots him a grin, then softens, "You're my best friend too, Jimmy. I'm always here for you. Now let's go get you rehydrated so you can get dehydrated again."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They spend the rest of the day together. They end up at some rundown bar, not particularly nice, but it doesn't need to be. Clark does what he can to be uplifting, but mostly he's just there, and that's enough. He lets Jimmy borrow his handkerchief to wipe his face off, then lets him hold on to it, just in case he needs it again.

Jimmy wants more than anything to forget what's going on, but he can't stop mentioning you anyway, can't stop himself from bringing you up. Clark tries to make jokes sometimes, but mostly he just listens, patient and dutiful.

You start texting not long after they leave. At first just a "You okay?" that builds into more questions, little jokes, and it's obvious you're getting a little anxious. Jimmy does feel bad for not texting you back, but he can't bring himself to do it until he's several drinks deep, swaying a little in his seat, and you tell him that you were hoping to hang out tonight, even mention that you’re going to keep your work clothes on. The thought makes him hot and cold all at once. He ignores it though, knows that there’s certainly no way he can see you tonight, not in the state that he’s in.

I'm fine, don't worry about me. Busy tonight. Busy weekend. But I'll see you Monday

He debates adding a heart to the end. It's something you two do, especially when one of you can't hang out, it is normal. But it feels heavier, almost dangerous, now. He sends one separately, after the message has already gone through, and then he turns off his phone.

"She's so beautiful," He's a couple more drinks in, leaning heavily into Clark's side, words slurring, "Have you ever seen someone so beautiful?"

"Let's get you something to eat," Clark pats his shoulder, signals to the bartender, "You guys have food, right?"

The bartender gives an appraising look. They're not the only patrons in the bar, but there aren't many. He points at Jimmy, face blank, "What's his problem?"

“No, no, I’m not hungry,” Jimmy says, like he’s hearing the conversation on a delay. Then he blinks, hard, and lights up suddenly, “Do you think they have chicken tenders? She makes the best chicken tenders. I don’t know how she does it, but I’d marry her just for those.”

Raising an eyebrow, the bartender asks, “Woman troubles, huh?”

“The most beautiful woman in the world,” Jimmy’s voice is still excited, “Let me-oh, I turned my phone off. Clark, do you have a picture of her? Show him a picture of her. She’s so beautiful. The beautifulest.”

“I believe you, son. Let me go talk to our cook.”

He disappears into what must be the kitchen, reappears after a little bit. Jimmy’s drink is drained, and the bartender takes another long, appraising look at the situation before he asks, “Need another?”

“Please,” Jimmy says.

“And a glass of water,” Clark adds.

The gruff man returns with both, sets them in front of Jimmy, and asks, a little softer, “First heartbreak?”

“First love,” Clark nods, “He’s, uh, having a little bit of a rough time.”

“Most people aren’t here at 3:00 PM unless they’re having a rough time,” The bartender chuckles dryly, “She find another man?”

“How’d you know?” Jimmy asks, hiccuping.

“Before my wife was my wife, she was just some girl I couldn’t stop drooling over. I was too scared to tell her anything. First time she brought her new boyfriend to hang out with all our friends, I did the exact same thing you’re doing right now.”

Jimmy straightens up a little, something solemn in his eyes, “How’d she end up your wife?”

“Took a while. I cried a lot, I won’t lie. Got angry a lot. They got engaged, and I really thought it was gonna kill me. Then one day I just took a hard look at myself, told myself to grow up, and I went and told her that I loved her. Said that it didn’t have to change anything, if she was really happy with him, but that he’d never love her like I did.”

“And then she married you?”

“Well, then she slapped me,” He laughed, fondness in his eyes, “She’s a spitfire. But then a week later she called me up, told me that she’d broken things off. Asked me if I’d want to get dinner, have a talk. Best phone call I’ve ever gotten.”

“I’d do anything for this to end up like that,” Jimmy felt his lip start to tremble, rubbed at his eyes stubbornly, “She’s perfect, and I ruined everything, and now she’s gonna probably end up marrying this stupid rich asshole without ever even knowing how I feel about her.”

The bartender pauses, raises an eyebrow, “You haven’t told her?”

“I can’t,” He shook his head, dizzyingly hard, then had to steady himself against the bar.

“Well, I can’t guarantee anything for you. I got more lucky than I’ve ever been, ending up with my wife. But I’ll tell you two things, if you’ll hear them,” The older man looked so serious that Jimmy straightened up in his seat as he nodded, “First off, do you trust this woman? Is she smart? Got a good head on her shoulders?”

“More than I’ve ever trusted anyone,” Jimmy breathes, “Smartest woman in the world. Smartest, prettiest, perfectest.”

“Then it only seems fair that you let her decide what she wants, and she can’t fully know that if she doesn’t have all the information. It’s not right to hold her pick against her when she doesn’t even have all the options. If you really respect her, it should be enough to tell her the truth.”

“You don’t get it. I’ve told her before that I don’t want romance with her. Told her I’m not the kind of guy who falls in love. And she likes what we have! I can’t mess things up by switching everything around on her. If I ruin our friendship, I ruin my last chance to be happy.”

“There are always more chances to be happy, you just have to be willing to look for them,” The bartender shakes his head, “But that’s the second piece of advice. Tell her or don’t tell her, wait a day or ten years, whatever you want to do. But there’s a little piece of hurt inside you that’s never going to go away until you’re honest with her.”

He hands Jimmy another drink, although the one he has isn’t done yet, and walks away before he can respond, back to the kitchen. Jimmy is crying again, silent tears streaming down his face. He mops them up with Clark’s handkerchief, drains the rest of his drink previous, then half of the next one, and then turns out his big friend with an only slightly manic laugh, “Well that guy is weird, right? Anyway, did I tell you about how soft her hands are? Have you felt how soft her hands are? She’s so soft.”

Clark shakes his head as Jimmy tears off on another tangent about you, gesticulating wildly although his movements are all a beat behind his words. He loves Jimmy, he really does, but he can’t help but wonder if his friend will ever bother to try and help himself, or keep brushing that off as an impossibility, wallow in longing despair forever. He hopes it’s the former.

“Maybe I should tell her,” Jimmy says, suddenly.

Clark feels a flash of hope.

Then Jimmy scrambles to get his phone out, nodding to himself, “Yeah! I’ll call her right now!”

“Uh, maybe not right now,” Clark’s hope is replaced by panic. As much as he wants Jimmy to talk to you about this, right now definitely isn’t the time.

“Why not?” Jimmy stares, unblinking, at Clark, eyes glazed over in the way of someone so inebriated they should probably be laying down. Then he looks at his phone, frowns, “This stupid thing isn’t working. The screen is just black. Give me your phone so I can call her?”

Clark feels an incredible wave of relief that Jimmy had turned his phone off. He pats him on the shoulder, reassuring as he can be, “How about you wait and call her tomorrow? I still think you should tell her, just not right now.”

“She’s perfect,” Jimmy says, which isn’t really an answer.

“I know, pal. Why don’t you tell me a little more about why she’s so perfect, huh?”

It’s a conversational suicide bomb and Clark knows it, but the way Jimmy lights up at the opportunity is enough to make the next ten minutes of drunken rambling worth it.

He’s still waxing poetic about you when the bartender finally returns, sets a giant plate of chicken tenders and fries in front of him. He’s already reaching to grab one even as he says, “Did I order these? I’m not hungry.”

“Can we just add this to our tab?” Clark asks, pushing the plate a little closer to Jimmy.

The bartender grunts, replaces Jimmy’s now two empty glasses with a new drink, “Food is on the house.”

“Really? That’s very kind.”

“Just trying to get the kid to shut up for a little bit,” He says it matter-of-factly, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face all the same.

Clark watches Jimmy eagerly tear through his food, oblivious to the conversation happening around him, and he can’t help the chuckle that spills out of him, “I think maybe I should pay you extra for that.”

The bartender gives him a serious look, "Just keep an eye on him, huh? He seems like he's gonna need a good friend tonight."

"Of course," Clark smiles a little, patting Jimmy on the arm, "I always try to be."

After all, Donna is a friend and you have to be loyal. She’s done nothing wrong, like others… 

Time hasn’t been the best, but it's making progress. People guess things have been complicated, thanks to… well, the incident of some days ago.  They didn’t know the whole story though.

After leaving Dick in his room alone, you proceed to go and call Harley to tell her all. You weren’t as excited as her, some part of you felt… bad? Watching him everyday now, felt like the past but in a bad way. Your heart wasn’t ready to deal with this.

You enjoyed the moment, but that’s all.

You need to prepare your heart for the following days. But it was becoming too much. Is that how he felt? If what he told you was true…

Even though he hasn’t shown any kind of anger towards you, it made you even more confused than before. Did this not affect him? 

Who would’ve imagined this bitter ending. You felt good, like you let out a part of you. It’s like you gave your back to the titans again. 

And the worst thing after him being unbothered with this whole ordeal it’s like he got closer with Kory. Something about their relationship seemed SO suspicious that it made you even madder. You’re pretty sure they’ve definitely slept together. 

None of your intentions of being ‘annoying’ towards Dick made any progress, but oh how naive you are.

To say he’s not mad at you isn’t completely true. He is, but he’s more heart-broken than anything else. Is this how you felt? Everything seemed different for him; a whole new sky, a whole new view, a whole new you.

He used to think there was hope in the future without you, but oh how wrong was he. He forgot that shine you brought him everyday, your beautiful smile when you woke up in his arms. He needed that again.

He tried to make you think he was unbothered with this, he didn’t need to show you his hurt side again. He had to be strong until the time was ready to touch you again. Right now he had to watch you, watch you take care of Conner, being in the tower with him.

And he never failed to notice how your brows slightly furrowed every time you saw him with Kory. So he started doing it more times, just to keep that hope up you still love him and miss him just like he does. 

But he needed to show and prove he won’t hurt you again, that he’s not that man that left you. It’s like you wanted to keep him away with your wholehearted rejection, but somehow he’s always a step behind from telling you ‘I love you’.

One night, you decided to take a break from being a ‘fake titan’ and decided to distract yourself by going out with Harley and maybe cause some problem. How could you think you wouldn’t cause any problem when Harley Quinn is by your side?

Running away from the siren police after robbing a luxury store, Harley by your side, you knew this wasn’t to be easy.  Running into an empty dark alley, it was a crowded night, and crimes were easily found this night. So it’s impossible for you two not to find a fucking hero.

And by a fucking hero, I mean fucking nightwing.

Great.

‘Oh, what do we have here? The mysterious friend Harley is always with. Where’s your partner huh?’

You looked at your left where Harley was supposed to be, looking confused back at Nightwing. ‘Oh right, don’t worry, one of my friends is dealing with her.’ He stepped closer at you, examining your costume, mask, if you're armed. ‘Now… Who are you?’

‘It’s none of your business.’ You tried to act rough but it sounded more of a mumble, knowing you were about to fight with fucking Nightwing. Fucking Dick Grayson.

‘Is that so?… What's so special about you that you don’t get caught as easily as Harley?’ 

Uh well, maybe she’s over-confident and clumsier? But she always knows the Joker is going to save her, so that’s why you don’t get scared for her safety. It’s kinda obvious…

‘Stop with the shitty chat, are we going to fight or not?’

‘I think you deserve another kind of punishment, is that so… Y/N?’

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

You felt your blood run cold at the words that left out Dick’s mouth, trying to regain your composure you coughed a little, ‘What are you talking about? Who is she huh? Our dear nightwing finally got a girlfriend?’

He let out an audibly laugh coming out from his chest, ‘Quit the act. We discovered your fantastic note Harley let you with the underwear, a nice pair by the way, would look good in your body. I have to admit she has a nice taste.’

He stepped even closer to you, ‘Oh, and what about your little call with her? Talking about Ivy and the fucking sex pollen? Thank God Kory was there to notice something was going on and told me to check the cameras.’

The fucking cameras. Shit. How could you be so fucking stupid? Of course he would have cameras everywhere. ‘My question is, why do you keep helping us? What 's your plan?’ 

‘If I tell you my plan, what are you going to do about it?’

He made a mocking gesture of him thinking for a second before sighing, ‘Depends on how bad it is.’

Fuck it. You already did it, and you’re sure you could get some hits right now. ‘My plan was for you to fucking cry for me.’

You could swear you noticed his face breaking a little before smirking again, he chuckled at you, what’s so funny?, ‘Oh…’ He stepped even closer to you, centimeters away from finally being completely close enough, ‘That’s the thing? That’s why you said those things?’ You slightly nodded, his presence becoming too much for you, looking at the floor you mumbled a little yes. ‘Mmm, let me think about how hard your punishment should be.’

Without a second to react, your body was caged between his arms and the wall. Taking the air out of you, looking up at him with an angry face he looked happy. ‘Quit the fucking act Dick, just hit me or something.’

‘You think i’m going to be that nice to you? I’ll just return the favor.’ Your face changed into confusion, his lips almost touching yours. You could feel his breath. ‘W-what do you mean?’ His lips locked with yous, catching you by surprise

His thumb digs into your cheeks and the other four fingers grip your face as he opens your mouth with pressure, tongue jutting out slightly. Dick sniggers, You might as well be begging to get fucked right now.’ Your eyes glisten, thighs and core clenching. Dick spits into your mouth and you swallow immediately. He laughs. Ah, you slutty whore. That’s what you wanted?’

You tried to move but your body wouldn’t listen, secretly you know you miss him too, as much as he does, but you couldn’t let yourself break that easily, ‘I’m not the one who was horny for almost a week, dumbass.’

‘And whose fault is that mhm?’ With no time for reaction he made you kneel down, falling with a small ‘tmmph’ ‘It’s my turn to have fun while watching you cry, don’t you think? This may also be a punishment for the crime you just did.’ His head slightly turned to the right, looking if someone else was in this dark alley, but everyone seemed as busy as the two of you, focusing on their own thing. The siren alarms quieting down all the chat the both of you have.

‘Ah, the siren alarms, I don’t see anything you stole, was this all Harley’s plan?’ You tried to answer and tell him to fuck off, but you heard him unzipping his suit, your mind fighting with your body to move away from him, but oh shit. You won’t lie you’ve been fingering yourself these last days in the shower thinking of his cock. Half of his body suit rested on his hips, showing his chest, some hickeys still a little bit visible on his chest, the same as red marks of your nails digging on him. ‘You like what you see? Makes me remember the day I fucking had you in my hands again. And ever since I got a taste of you again, you don’t know how stupid I felt to leave you.’

Your doe eyes looked at him, searching for any kind of lie, but all you could see was lust and sincere feelings for you. ‘Ah, but here’s the thing, you can’t touch me. Maybe you’ll miss my touch as much as I do for yours.’ Everything was happening so fast you didn’t realize him kneeling down and handcuffing your hands before he stood up again. ‘That's better.’ His hand caressed your cheek before the nice and warm touch turned into a slap.

‘I shouldn’t treat you like the love of my life, right? You just committed a crime, baby, you need to be punished by your actions.’ He didn’t seem angry, he seemed full of lust and excited to have you again.

‘Oh, but this doesn’t mean we’re okay, we still need to talk it out. Right now it’s Nightwing giving his favorite criminal a punishment.’  You looked down at his crotch, a visible bulge had you closing your legs trying to get some friction out of it. He slowly made his suit get lower so his cock could finally be free, sprinting up so it touched his stomach, a pearl of cum coming out of it, sliding down until his base.

‘Open up and say ah…’ You did as he said, feeling completely defenseless and not in control like the other time, knowing you fell for him and his tactic again. He grabbed you by your hair and then he inserted his cock inside of you, winning a groan out of his mouth before he started thrusting in and out. Your mouth couldn’t get all of it, but you couldn’t use your hands to satisfy the missing parts of his cock, he wouldn’t let you. You tried moving your hands, which made his movements stop, staying inside of you. ‘Ah-ah, do not touch, If you still love me, you know you have to watch first and maybe I'll let you.’

You stopped fighting for his touch and gave into him, he moaned when you relaxed your throat and took him all in. He wouldn’t give you a break and thrust shamelessly into you, making you leave choked moans out of you, tears forming around your eyes making your vision blurry. ‘That’s it, you fucking criminal whore. These are the punishments you want right?’

You tried nodding, but he only chuckled at your try. He thrusted some times more before he finally came in your mouth with a moan that sounded almost like a whimper. Like the old times you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, ‘Good girl.’ Then you swallowed.

‘I’ll see you at the tower.’ He started getting his suit on again, and with just a wink he left.

How the fuck are you supposed to get off this handcuffs?

When you came back to the tower with a sore throat and normal clothes, as soon as you entered the tower you saw Kory waiting for you in her cocky posture and a smirk adorning her face. ‘How was your night sneaky friend?’

You rolled your eyes trying to ignore her, hopefully she’s the only one who knows besides Dick, but she wouldn’t let you go so easily, so she grabbed you by the wrist stopping you from leaving. ‘Fuck off Kory.’

‘I’m not the one betraying everyone here dumbass.’

‘Go and fuck Dick or something,' Ironic isn't it?, since you're the one fucking him. 'don’t you want that? Maybe he could take this anger out of you and leave me the fuck alone.’

‘I don’t want to fuck him, i’m trying to keep my friends safe.’

‘Safe by being with them like a fucking tick? As if.’ You said those words with venom coming out of your mouth, never breaking eye contact with her.

‘That’s how things are going to be huh? Jealous, I'm spending more time with your ex than you?’ You felt your wrist getting warmer, trying to get off you whining at the hot sensation of her using her powers. ‘Let go Kory.’

‘Or what? You’re going to whine about this to your little friend Joker?’ 

‘Might as well ask him to fucking kill you.’ You said, kicking her on the stomach so she could let go, looking at your arm you could see a small burn, nothing too serious.

You hissed, touching the affected area, looking back at Kory, who stood there with a confused face, looking back, you saw Dick standing there, a black t-shirt hugging his chest and biceps just right, and some gray sweatpants. 

‘What the fuck Dick? Isn’t she supposed to be beaten out or something? She’s a fucking villian!’

You smirked at her assumption, side-eyeing her back and then looking back at Dick. ‘Let’s say she’s a good fighter…’ He shrugged it off while getting closer to the both of you, looking at your injured arm, he looked back at Kory. ‘Let’s get you healed up.’ Dick grabbed you by the hand leading you to the nursery.

‘Are you being for real Dick? You’re still letting her in the house after knowing who she truly is?’ Her voice seemed more distant every step you took, you were getting giddy with all that was happening that you didn’t even realize you were sitting on a chair, Dick kneeled down looking for some medicines. Your arm already bandaged.

'...'

‘So… How did you become a villain?’ He asked, testing the waters. ‘I dunno, guess it just happened with no explanations.’ He took the hint at what you were referring to, deciding to just sigh. ‘I was stupid okay? Not being Robin gave me a kind of breakdown trying to decipher who I was, I fucked up. I dissolved the titans because of that, and the worst thing of all is that I lost you.’ You thought there was a nice future without him, not letting him crumble your world, but hearing his breaking voice while telling you this, made you rethink everything.

Dick isn’t good at expressing his emotions, so him trying really meant he was serious with this, ‘I couldn’t imagine myself with other girls, because the fantasy of you shatters my heart, I’ll always be by your side, I promise, please forgive me.’

You shakily sighed at his confession, remembering the first time he told you ‘I love you’ you had your emotions just in control before all of this, but now you realize the both of you are below the same sky and you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around him again. All you could hear in the room were sobs coming out of the both of you. Old lovers reuniting again, but the tension in the air was still visible, not forgetting what happened earlier this night.

‘Can I keep being a villain so you could just fuck me everytime I commit a crime?’ He chuckled at this, making him stop crying, and looking at you, ‘Maybe I should lock you up, and give those punishments for free, I don’t need you causing problems out there.’

You made a gesture like you were thinking about it, ‘Mmh, that doesn’t sound too bad, but I’ll miss Harley so that’s a no.’ He rolled his eyes, ‘I can lock her up too.’ he said, grabbing both of your hands. ‘And punish her too? I don’t think the Joker nor me would be happy with that.’

He laughed, how much you missed his laugh. ‘Obviously no. She would be locked up serving her sentence or something.’ The both of you looked at eachother, missing the comfortable silence, until a question came to mind. ‘And Kory?’

‘What about her?’

‘She’ll tell everyone.’

A small oh left his lips, looking at the floor then bringing his eyes back to yours. ‘I’ll talk with her.'

'...'

'....'

‘Do you… uh… like her?’

‘Would I be here waiting for you to give me a chance to kiss you again if I liked her?’ Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. He grabbed you by your legs, immediately wrapping them around his waist, he somehow opened up the door and led the both of you to his room. Lips never breaking apart.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, laying flat on the bed and  straddling his lap. Dick smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, Dick sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

‘Can I touch you?’ he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

‘Yes, please…’

Dick’s hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

‘You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this to you again,’ he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. ‘Every time the both of us were alone, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you… to touch you…’ his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

‘‘Fuck, please touch me,’ you begged.

Dick slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too over sensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

“I… it’s very sensitive from what we did earlier before…’ Dick kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn’t want to just shove his fingers up immediately. ‘Just relax, baby,’ he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. ‘Does it hurt?’ he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. ‘Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?’ 

‘No, it feels so good.’ you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. “Found it,” he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot. ‘D-Dick…’ you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. ‘Dick… I think I’m-’ 

‘Let it go,’ he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. ‘Cum for me, baby.’ His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. ‘So fucking sweet. I fucking missed you.’

He leaned down for a kiss, which you gratefully accepted, taking off his shirt and pants, his cock was as hard as before, searching for attention. He then inserted his cock, pushing through your gummy walls, making you moan at the feeling. He slowly started thrusting, making sure to keep the stimulation from your previous orgasm, the both of you were so focused on the other that you didn’t hear the knocks on the door until the second time.

‘Dick! Are you there?’ Fuck. It was Kory. ‘The door is locked.’ The both of you heard another voice, it sounded a lot like Rachel’s. ‘Dick! We can’t find Y/N’ Shit. Gar is also there?

‘We need to find her before she causes something big.’ Rachel said, knocking on his door again. The both of you looked at eachother with wide eyes, before he shut you up with his hand  on your mouth, keeping you from making any sound, but he continued thrusting, finding a rhythms which touched your g-spot just perfectly. You moaned, earning a look from him, ‘Uh- I haven’t seen her anywhere.’

‘C’mon Dick, you took her to the nursery.’ Kory said from the other side of the door, ‘But- I ha- ah! haven-t seen her since..’ You clenched his cock, catching him by surprise, making his voice break and whimper, his hand reaching your nipple pinching on it, giving him an angry look, you clenched your hole earning a moan out of him, making you giggle. ‘Are you okay Dick?’ Gar asked.

‘U-uh, yeah, just putting on my suit for, mmh~ go and search for her, y’all should do the same.’ You couldn’t quite hear the voices coming from the other side, too giddy feeling the way Dick’s cock moves inside of you.

‘Okay… we’ll see you in 10.’ That was the last thing the both of you heard, before making sure they left.

‘You heard that princess? We only have 10 minutes before we go searching for you. Guess I couldn’t- Ah!’ A specific thrust made the both of you feel an electric shock, ‘I couldn’t stop Kory from telling the other, ha…’

He started thrusting harder and faster this time, knowing he was searching for his high, you were quite close to it. His hand traveled down your body until it found your clit and started rubbing it. Making you almost scream if it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth. Not even 30 seconds passed and you saw stars, your vision becoming white thanks to the overstimulation and him not stopping so you could take a break from your high. Actually motivating him to thrust faster to search for his.

Tears formed again into your eyes, staining your cheeks, his other arm over your head holding himself up while he thrusts into you. He leaned down and licked the tears out your face,  before uncovering your mouth, taking a big breath before breaking down into a moaning mess, he thrusted into you harder, cock deep down inside of you, shaking while stripes of cum filled you up.

All you could hear were whimpers coming out of him, until he finally calmed down and tools his cock out, making the both of you hiss at the feeling. He laid down beside you, audibly breaths coming out of the both of you, looking up at the roof.

He grabbed down the blankets and covered the both of you, him being the big spoon and you the small one.

‘What about the others?’

‘If we don’t answer they’ll think I went alone and also go search for me’ He chuckled, hugging you even closer. ‘Here I am right now, and tomorrow when you wake up. By your side. I’m sure we’ll find an agreement with the others, since you didn’t commit the crimes like that, just an accomplice, maybe you could become a hero again.’

Being a heroe wasn't easy. Neither being considered a competition for Nightwing. The Ex-Robin. The Dick Grayson.

Both being ¨super-heroes¨ with no powers brought many controversial articles between you two, not only at the Gotham-Batman times, but also now at the new Titans times.

You never thought seeing him again and his boyish smile and attitude. No wonder why he has many girls falling for him, not only as Nightwing, but also as his real identity. But this rough times between the heroes, made the destiny bringing you together again.

Both of you had mutual friends, and when Dawn invited you to meet the new Titans, and asked you for help to train them, you never thought of seeing him again, neither of both of you training teenage kids how to become high quality-trained super heroes.

¨Sorry.¨ Were the last words you heard from Dawn, when she left you with bird boy at the training room, giving you an apologetic smile.

God bless her natural charm and being the trusting friend she is because you couldn't hit her face right now with the rage you're feeling.

¨Hi!¨ A green-haired boy said to you, he had the same, maybe not as pretty, boyish smile like Grayson. ¨Hello...?¨

¨Gar.¨ He told you, not putting down the smile.

With just a nod and a not so happy smile, your eyes moved into a purple-haired girl, who just smiled at you and said her name. ¨Rachel.¨ She hit the boy next to her with her elbow, murmuring his name.

¨Jason.¨ He said, ¨Is this your girlfriend Dick? Because she's pretty good looking for a guy like you. But yeah, what she's doing here anyways?¨

Oh. Yeah. Bird boy. He's here.

¨Yeah Grayson, what’s going on?¨ Completely ignoring the fact Dick was about to answer Jason’s question with furrowed brows and you obviously knowing why you're here since Dawn explained you. ¨And no, i'm not his girlfriend.¨ You looked at Jason with a smile which changed into a fake smile when your eyes returned to Dick. ¨He wishes.¨ You said, your head turning to the side, obviously trying to make him angry. At which he only scoffed, knowing you well enough to know what you were trying. ¨Yeah number two, maybe we can just pass at me explaining you why you´re here.¨

Number two? He WISHES.

¨I know why am I here. I don´t know if your little brain remembers you made Dawn bring me here to help you train this kids.¨ You got closer to him, not breaking eye contact. ¨And number two? pfft, If you were number one, maybe you wouldn't have been replaced by new Robin here.¨

That got him exactly where you wanted him. He might seem like a strong and rough guy, but behind all that image of big boy, there’s nothing else but trauma.

You couldn’t help but notice how his jaw clenched at the small giggle Jason let when you mentioned Dick being replaced. Side-eyeing him, Jason stopped. Dick sighed trying to calm himself down.

“First. I didn’t know Dawn brought you here, she just told me about bringing the perfect person to help me train them, I was not expecting you.” You could tell he was still angry at the remark, so he wanted to correct you. “Second. I didn’t got replaced. I left Wayne by choice of mine.”

“And third. I’m not longer Robin.”

It got into a really tense vibe between you and Dick trying to kill each-other with just your eyes, everyone in silence, clearly uncomfortable at this new encounter.

“Can both of you stop eye-fucking eachother and can we finally start the training?” Jason said, trying to bring both of you back to earth.

That clearly caught both of your attention to what Jason said, clearly annoyed at the wrong remark of how both of you were looking at each-other. “We’re not “eye-fucking” each-other Jason, stop getting into other’s people conversations.” With that, Dick started grabbing everything for the training of today, moving on. Jason just raised his arms at the air, (like when they’re showing they’re not armed), with a small smirk on his face.

“Well, you know what they say, Love and Hate are two sides of a very, very thin line. For what I can see, you have a pent up sexual frustration written all over your face Dick.”

That brought a hard, and big laugh to your face, how could Jason say that? This kids don’t even respect their “leader” This was going to be a funny training.

After what seemed like 1 hour of training, and getting to know the kids, you could get which were the flaws and weaknesses. Maybe you couldn’t understand quite well Rachel’s powers, but some time will do it.

You asked Gar where you could sleep the night, since it was already getting late and your most likely staying some days here, you'll also need some extra clothes at least for today.

Gar told you to stay in the spare room next's to Dick's, great, what a nice neighbor you have. He also gave you some clothes you could use tonight, tomorrow you could go back to your place and get some clothes, your skincare.... and I guess your super-hero suit.

When going out of the bathroom after a long shower (which you deserved), Dick was standing there, shirtless, all sweaty, and just with some grey sweatpants on... he looks.... nice, yeah. Obviously annoyed but when he saw you, his face turned into... panic?

He doesn't know what's happening to him right now, might be stress he needs to get relieved, yeah, sure, that's the reason he feels his pants getting tighter every-second he keeps looking at you right now.

¨Are you okay bird-boy why´re you just static over here, I know you have problems, but this a new one.¨ You looked up and down at Dick's figure, obviously checking him out, not like he needs to find out, noticing he´s quite handsome, not like you would tell him also, he's hot, and he knows it.

¨That´s... That´s my shirt¨ Was all that Dick could say, well, shit.

You knew the t-shirt had a distinct laundry soap scent which remind you of someone, and maybe a pint of perfume, but who could blame you?! Might be Gar's or Jason's!

¨And those... are my boxers.¨ double shit.

You could see he was obviously blushed and you're sure you are too, but what a coincide. It's like you could hear Rachel, Gar and Jason's laughing at the both of you.

¨Well... do want me to give them back at you?¨ You broke the tense silence, trying to take your, his, shirt-off, completely forgetting you're in front of him, you needed to find a way out of here.

¨No, no, no, stop! Leave it there, then you give it back to me.¨ He assured you, grabbing your hands and pulling them down with your, his? t-shirt. ¨And it looks better on you anyways.¨ That's all he said before speed entering to the bath-room.

¨Hey Dick!, Wait.¨ To say you couldn't feel the wetness of your pussy going out and asking for some relief, would be considered a crime. ¨What do you ne-¨ You cut him off by entering the bath-room closing the door in the process, both of your lips connecting in a perfect symphony like they were made for each-other. He left a sudden whine at the loss of the soft touch of your lips.

¨Oh.¨ Was all he could say, you don't understand what happened to you, it wasn't definitely a normal behavior between you two. ¨Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dick, I don't know what happened to me, i'm-¨ You couldn't finish the last sentence when you felt his lips in yous again. A little hesitant this time, he stops, unsure of his actions, but he lose it all. ¨Do it again.¨

That's all he needed to continue kissing you, hands caressing you neck, positioning them as a chocking posture, later going to trace your jaw as he continues kissing you.

He started giving you kisses trailing down your chin, making you moan at the specific spot that made your legs shake, he started leaving love bites between your chest, later going down on you, pulling your t-shirt upwards, getting between your breasts and marking them as his.

¨Please Dick... Please make me feel good.¨ It´s like something got into him when his hands started roaming your body like crazy, pulling your shirt off, your hand reaching his sweatpants, and later his cock, noticing he has no underwear under neat it. ¨It's like you were ready for this bird-boy, ah!-¨ Even when you try to tease him, he finds a way to tease you back even in a better way, his fingers playing with your nipple had you giddy and trembling. ¨Be a good girl if you want me to fuck you.¨

All you could do is nod and start stroking his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum which made the stroking easier, playing with the head had him as a moaning mess.

“Fuck, wait — shit. Mm— fuck. Wh-where did you learn to do that?” He left a whiny moan at the lose of your touch.

“Well, the noises you make are a pretty good indication of how you like it.” He man-handled you, turning you around, making you see yourself at the mirror.

“…God you sound so fucking cocky right now and it’s turning me on even more.”  He ripped apart the boxers you were wearing. ¨Don't worry, I have plenty more.¨ Fuck him and his fucking pretty smile.

With no more waiting, he positioned himself, and started thrusting into you. He fits just right, and could touch all the places you couldn't reach.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” Even when he's fucking your brains out, he finds a way to be that kind and nice guy he is.

“O-Okay.”  Was all you could tell him, before & after some moans and whines from both of you, one specific thrust had you seeing stars.

His hand lingered down your tummy and he moaned at the bump he could feel, when he was going in and out with his thrusts. ¨Oh baby, I'm going to make you mine, fill you up.¨

He started playing with your clit, it had you crazy all the feelings of his body, his thrusts, him.

¨´You´re so good for me, all for me... 'm gonna' fill you up with my babies, 'm gonna make you a mommy, full of my cum every-day just to make sure.¨

That was all you needed to cum, with just some last thrusts he came inside you too, fulfilling his promise of keeping you full of his cum. He waited for you to calm down, before he inserted two of his fingers, recollecting the cum that was falling out your hole, inserting it inside you again, making you moan at the sudden intrusion.

He got the tub ready, and got you inside it, in front of him while he cleaned your sore body while kissing it.

¨I can't believe it took me all this years to realize how I feel about you.¨ Your heart was anxious at how your confession would be received.

¨Doesn't take an idiot to figure out. You couldn't tell I was and I am in love with you because you were too busy trying to beat all that rivalry. I was in love the moment you kicked my ass for the first time.¨

You chuckled at the confession, and laid your head on his shoulder where you could see his dumb smirk. ¨You have that stupid smirk on your face again, can't you have a serious conversation with me?, can we fight again?¨

He laughed at your comment ¨Not a possible thing for me when you look this cute all marked by me and confessing your feelings for me.¨ The small pecks he started leaving on your neck and back had you giggling.

¨I love you.¨

¨And you know what I hate most of all that shit he put me through?, He-¨

¨Can you please stop talking about Dick Y/N? It's been MONTHS, damn it! almost a year! You're driving me nuts! I'm not even Dick's ex, or friend and I already hate him as much as you do. So let's move on.¨

¨You don't understand, I was a good girlfriend! Shit! I even became a hero for him! Now look where we are.¨

Harley laughs at your remark of how the tables have turned.

Both of you were sitting at the top of a building eating some ice-cream, which Harley insisted on steal from a random kid on the street, after robbing some random store she liked a collar from, you were now looking at how police officers where trying to look for a culpable of this crime.

It's been 11 months and 5 days since Dick broke up with you. You couldn't AND still don't understand why he did it, both of you were fine one day and the next one he decided, 'oh how could I destroy the woman of my dreams heart?, I know how! What if I tell her I don't need her anymore in my life and she's useless! then some months later fuck some fire princess and act like i'm a new person with this new suit and name! oh! also, re-do the titans! when my ex helped me do the og ones, helped when the fell apart but she's useless anyways!'

To say you weren't deep down for him, would be a lie. You don't know how he could keep laughing everyday knowing how his little trauma ass dumped you like trash. Well, if you're being honest he doesn't have a small ass, but that doesn't matter.

¨Aw, I want more ice-cream¨ Coming back to earth after some deep thoughts, Harley grabbed you by the wrists in order to change up and start looking some restaurant for dinner.

After changing clothes and Harley talking about how obsessed she´s with the Joker, you couldn't quite blame her, both of you were finally walking on the street, laughing at some random inside joke both of you had.

¨Huh.¨ Your phone started ringing and you could swear if it wasn't cold enough to freeze you up, the call was. ¨Who is it?¨ Harley asked, sneaking through your shoulder.

¨OH! Donna?, the cute girl you talked about?¨

¨Shhh, let me attend this call... Hello? Donna?¨

¨Y/N, um- hello! How are you? It's been what? one year since we don't talk?¨ ¨I'm... fine. How about you?¨

You were quite confused for this call, on the outside you're calm, but inside, you're freaking out.

¨I'm good, it's nice to hear you're doing fine!¨ ¨Thank you Donna, but I know you just don't call to ask how i'm doing, what's wrong?¨ ¨Oh well, you quite know me well Y/N, i'm sorry it seemed that way, but you're like the only person I know who could help us with some medical issues, you know? So I wanted to ask you if you could come and help us to deal with Conner, and maybe stay some days...? i'll explain you who he is and all of that later.¨ ¨Donna, you know i'm not longer on the me-¨

Harley pinched you in the arm, trying to talk but you were faster. ¨Ow Harley! Stop it!¨ You told your best friend in a whisper so Donna couldn't hear the both of you, also covering the microphone of your phone, for... extra precautions.

¨You don't understand! This is an awesome opportunity! You're going undercover in the titans tower! Imagine how crazy Jack (Jocker) would be! Say yes!¨

Thinking it for a few seconds, she was right, you could get some important information from them, it was indeed, an awesome plan.

¨Who knows, you might also see bird-boy again!¨ She said raising her eyebrows in a teasing way making you roll your eyes.

¨Y/N? Are you still there?¨

¨Yes, when do you need me to be there?¨

¨Erm... now if it's possible¨

You were now unpacking your suitcase, Donna told you to pack for at least a month, isn't that incredible?

You haven't come across any of the other titans, beside, Donna, Dawn, Gar, Rachel, Jason and Rose... Quite interesting team.

You didn't introduced well to the kids since you were in a hurry to enter your temporary room and not ran into someone else...

While you were unpacking your old tools Wayne gave you while you were their medical support 'hero' maybe also because you were a med student, you still helped with fights, bruises and hits.

You found the 'special' bandages you had for Dick, since the 'normal ones weren't soft enough for his bruises' a small smile appeared on your face at those old memories.

Now unpacking your clothes, you found three special lingerie underwear with a note from Harley:

'Just in case you have some fun ;)

xx Harley~'

The note made you roll your eyes but you couldn't deny it brighten your mood, throwing away the not and putting aside the 'Harley present', you continued unpacking your clothes, you brought in a separate case for your suit, just in case.

¨Y/N! Can you come here?¨

¨Coming!¨ maybe you could order the clothes other time.

When you entered the living room, the kids were no longer there, except Jason.

They started explaining you what happened between Deathstroke and what they know about Conner, you were paying attention to know what you're dealing with, you haven't even realize Dick came in sight until Dawn mentioned it.

But Dick didn't came alone, he was next fire princess which you couldn't care less to investigate her name when you found out about Dick meeting her.

¨Oh Dick! We brought Y/N so she could help us with Conner, since we don't have anyone else who knows about this weird medical stuff.¨ They know what happened between you two, and they still decided to ask for your help knowing he's going to be here.

You stood up from the sofa, eyes locking with his, you couldn't longer see the coldness in his eyes, but there wasn't warm either, you couldn't quite decipher what he's feeling.

¨Kory¨ She gave you her hand at which you responded with your name and doing the same. You locked eyes with her for a brief moment, a small smirk appeared in your face but disappeared once the greeting finished.

¨Y/N.¨ You locked eyes with him, a tension only the two of you could feel. You were different, much prettier, you lose some weight too, blame it on the break-up depression, but you were shining.

¨Grayson.¨ Hearing you say his last name instead of his name he could feel a small part of him getting shattered inside him, you changed.

After checking on Conner and taking some notes, it was finally night time, you were eating some cereal, knowing more about Gar and Rachel, Kory, Dawn, Donna and Robin were dressed up with their suits.

¨We have some issues to deal tonight with another troublemaker, nothing serious though, just a one night problem.¨ Dick announced while getting ready to go out.

¨Y/N, you should come! Maybe warm out a little like the old times." Dawn invited you, how nice of her, only if she knew you were also a troublemaker.

¨No thank you, i'm only here for medical support.¨ You gave her a small smile and said your goonights.

Some knocking in your door woke you up, it only passes one hour since you went asleep and they're already annoying you, first day!

¨Y/N? Are you awake?¨ You heard Dawn saying though the door.

¨Mmh¨ You replied.

¨We need you, it's Dick.¨

Even more annoying.

You walked next Dawn through the halls until you finally came into Dick´s room. Inside they were Donna and Kory, clearly concerned about his well being.

His behavior seemed, weird, there wasn’t any bruises or cuts, not even blood. He was just twisting in pain on his bed. You stepped closer to him, and got your hand on top of his forehead at which he only whined, that scared you, since it sounded more like a moan than a whine. He was hot, sweating and moving a lot.

You had your suspicions what this could be, but you needed to confirm it, this can't be real.

¨Can you please... tell me with which villain you fought with?¨

¨Ivy¨ Donna said.

Shit.

¨I need to make a call¨ you quickly said running out of the room.

¨Surprise, surprise!¨ Harley said in her taunting tone. ¨Oh my god Harley, I can't believe you.¨ ¨Well, you know a girl needs to help her best friend, so... I called another friend and voilà!¨ ¨What am I supposed to do? I don't have the fucking cure for sex pollen Harley! I owe you one, can't believe Ivy did this for me.¨ ¨You just said it, sex. C´mon Y/N!, it's your moment to play with him! He had you like a sad girl, why don't turn her into a mad girl? Make him cry for you. Break his heart like he did with you.

You ended the call, and just in time, Kory came. ¨Y/N, we need you Dick keeps talking about you and rambling about some stupid things.¨ You could sense a strange behavior from her, like if she just discovered something big.

Watching Dick twisting in pain and saying your name in just some black briefs felt good. You can't lie to yourself Harley was right.

¨It's sex pollen¨ You admitted.

¨And what's the cure? Do you have it? That's why you made the call?¨ Donna asked.

¨No, the only cure for it it's well... sex. The pollen might last for at-least 3 days or even a week, symptoms are well... extremely high sex-drive, dehydration, high temperatures, and... I think that's all.¨

Donna chuckled at what happened to Dick, ¨Let's go girls, let's leave this to Kory.¨ Dawn just laughed at a very shocked and blushed Kory, ¨Don't be like that Donna, Kory and Dick haven't confirmed anything yet.¨ You felt your jaw clenching, but decided to act calm, and when all of you were almost leaving, you were stopped.

¨No. I want her.¨ Dick said, pointing towards you. All of you stayed quiet at the sudden confession. You were shocked to say at least, blood rushing to your cheeks, you were about to leave that damn room until you remembered what Harley said.

Cry for me.

Donna grabbed your shoulder, looking at you. ¨You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.¨

¨No. It's okay, i'm in.¨

After mentally preparing yourself, bringing some water bottles into the room, they left you alone with him.

You sat next to him on his bed, memories came back flying around the both of you.

¨Look, I know that-¨ He completely cut you off when he started kissing you, making you lay down on the bed, you left a small moan when he broke the kiss for a moment.¨Oh my god, you don't know how much I wanted to kiss you again.¨

Did he missed you? Every question that came to your mind was easily erased when he started kissing and sucking your neck while unbuckling your jeans and taking them down with your underwear, he pulled apart to admire the bruises he left, he grabbed your panties and threw them to his nightstand.

He started kissing your thighs, making small pauses on each to make sure he's marking you as his again. Every time he went higher until he gave a small peck on your clit. ¨I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.¨ There it is... the nickname.

He got your legs over his shoulders and gave a testing long lick on your pussy, teasing your hole. At which he started sucking your clit once he heard the high pitched moan you did when he teases your hole.

His started spelling his name with his tongue on your pussy at which it only made you hornier, suddenly he inserted his index finger inside you. Dick sped up, fingers now flicking in and out of you at light speed, nose pressed into your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, shuddering on his mouth, crying out his name.  Quickly he took all the remaining clothes from you and him, now both of you completely naked for each-other.

He was rock hard. No, scratch that, his cock looked like it was made of fucking ruby. Red and painful and already half-soaked with pre-cum.

He pressed your legs impossibly closer to your torso, moving down to meet your eyes, until you were folded in half beneath him, legs on his shoulders, putting you into a—

Oh. 

Oh. 

This was going to be a long night.

He fell on his forearms, and you wondered how much more you could take- He laced his fingers on top of your head, thumbs on your forehead, holding you still. He mumbled out another gonna make you feel s’ good before pounding you in earnest, practically bouncing you both on his mattress. His balls smacked against your ass, and the feeling was so damn satisfying that he just had to go harder. You would sport matching bruises tomorrow, his hips on your ass. You pushed out moans in time with his unforgiving pace, a metronome playing the beat to which his sanity danced away from him. 

“More?” He sounded fucking pathetic, like he was asking himself that, his voice octaves higher than it usually was, but he didn’t care. “More, you little slut? That what you want? You want more?”

“I’ll give you more,” he babbled, “More, baby, give you more give you everythin’ gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk for weeks.”

He’s not too worried about hurting you—you’re already so wet—more that he’s afraid he’ll cum the second he starts moving again. Out of his previous partners, he doesn’t think any of them have felt this good around him.

“Please-” a strand of incomprehensible begs and pleads leaves his mouth when he starts thrusting into you again.

¨Shit- how are you even tighter huh? You've been keeping this tight pussy just for me?¨ He's a whiny mess, small kisses every time he cans, praises here and there.

“Mmm yes please yes please yesyesyesss—” was all you could manage. He laughed at you, breathless, and you wondered how he could keep up this pace and still rattle off incredibly filthy little comments, looking right in your eyes. 

“You’d like that? Yeah? Gon’ look so pretty, little baby, so pretty full of my child, yeah? All round and glowing and heavy with me. All of ’em will look at you and see me, all me, see that I did that. You want that? You want that you want that—”

He leans forward to coo praise into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the stairwell. Sometime during this his teeth find the soft muscle of your neck, leaving a crescent shape mark that’ll certainly bruise in the morning.

You're pretty sure everyone on this tower have heard the both of you fucking like rabbits by now, but knowing this was going to follow him his whole life, with the memories of him fucking you every way possible just so you could leave him, it's all you need to don't care about that.

The first time he cums, he doesn’t even realize he has. He shudders. It felt good—a bit too good—but nothing out of the ordinary. It makes him do a double take. His cock doesn’t even go soft. Drips of cum run down your thighs, pooling on the bed-sheets beneath you.

His thumb traces circles around your clit, moving in erratic, uneven motions. Dick leans back down for another kiss. You can taste yourself on him, though it’s not entirely unpleasant. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him to your chest. The two of you can only fuck and cum until you’re too exhausted to continue. You’ve never felt so full. The thought of using protection crossed your mind once—and only for a moment—the pollen leaving you too desperate to care.

Second day and he wouldn't give you a break to nap for a minute.

His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body and hands gripping your shoulders. “Mmm fuck baby,” Dick muttered into your mouth, your moans coming out of you almost breathless. “Yeah, yeahyeahyeah milk me fucking milk my cock gonna cum in you fuck a baby, my baby into you and you’re gonna fucking take it take it nnngh —”

He buried his face into your neck, teeth latching on to skin, biting down to draw blood, a choked groan as he came, really came, his balls squeezing painfully, a deep ache in his gut, indescribable tingles all along his cock, his spine, down to the soles of his feet.

Third day, and you started getting him where you wanted it.

“Sensitive,” you hissed, “Sensitive, Dick, you insatiable—”

“Insatiable is right,” he said to you, eyes wide, still looking like you just told him the Earth was flat. He towered over you, kneeling now, and with horror and a bit of something else you felt how hard he still was. 

¨I missed you so much, the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you.¨

Fourth day he started getting sensitive but that didn't stopped him, and he was a little more languid, strokes slow and smooth, his thighs shaking just a bit as exhaustion started to settle in. His cum was spreading in a pool on the sheets now, and you couldn’t bring yourselves to be even a little disgusted. He loved it. He loved so much how it felt that tears dropped from his eyes every-time he felt that electric shock come to him when he was about to come. He was crying for you.

Last day. Fifth day. Barely even thrusting anymore, just a slow grind of his hips, the friction and the pressure and the raw sensation squeezing out what could have been an orgasm if only both of you were awake enough to feel it.

When you both woke up the next day, he was staring at you, straddling your hair, and that's when you knew it.

¨Good morning sweetheart.¨

You just answered with a small ¨hey¨

¨I never through of seeing you laying next to me again, it felt like home. I'm sorry I did that to you, you don't know how much I regret it, please, give me a second chance.¨

Bingo.

Without saying a word, you grabbed some shirt of his, long enough to cover yourself and went back to your room, stumbling and shaking someway you made it. You changed yourself, taking a minute to observe how he marked you, it was time.

You went back to his room, already changed, you gave him a smile and sat on the bed with him, with no emotion behind your eyes, it was your time.

¨You were ready to leave me for her.¨ Confusion, first stage he made you go through.

¨I was doing fine, really, but then you walked again into my life again and fucked me up.¨ Sadness and lies. Second stage.

¨You think this will make me stay?¨ You signaled the both of you. ¨You think with just some stupid sex to heal you is enough of an apology?¨ A laugh escaped your mouth. ¨You thought this was real?¨

¨You know for a fucking fact this wasn't supposed to happen.¨ You got your hand on top of his, faking a caring smile looking at him.

¨When friends of yours make jokes about how you always leave them, you think it's funny, but it's not. That hurts a lot, actually.¨

You got up from the bed and stepped closer to the door, you paused for a second and turned around to see a hurt Dick naked on the bed with just some blanket covering him.

¨And Dick... Of course I still love you, if it wasn't for me, I would go crying and throwing myself into your arms again.¨

¨You still can.¨ He tried.

December, 2010.

¨ALFREEED! Dick is hitting me again!¨ You called for some help, a smile creeping your face.

¨Hey! That's not fair! We're training! You're supposed to get hurt! It's not my fault you're way too weak to protect yourself.¨ He pointed the training-stick to you, motioning to get up, but his action quickly stopped when he saw a tear running down your cheek.

¨Hey, hey, hey¨ He knelt down in-front of you cupping your cheek and wiped the tear away with his thumb. ¨I'm sorry, okay?, you're not weak, i'm just better than you.¨ That made you jokingly punch him on his stomach at which he only chuckled. ¨Okay, maybe not better than you, but practice makes perfect, c'mon, get up and let's watch some tv.¨

As a kid, you couldn't know what you felt for Dick, you mostly though he was 'special' since he was the only kid living with you and Wayne. A 11 year old knows what's love, and you're sure Dick, as a 14 year old knows it too. He's likely to not think very seriously when you tell him you love him, but in reality?

He's the beast for your beauty.

December, 2014.

You gazed at Dick through curious-lashed eyes, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and adoration. You had been harboring a secret crush on him for what felt like forever. But as much as you treasured this friendship, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"So, Dick," you began, voice light and teasing, "any thoughts on the winter gala this weekend?¨

Dick's eyes lifted from the book he'd been engrossed in, confusion creasing his forehead. "Winter gala? Oh man, I totally forgot about that. Should we go?"

Your heart sank slightly, but tried to hide it behind a smile. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm not much of a dancer, you know."

Dick laughed, his melodic chuckle resonating in the serene surroundings. "Come on, you just need someone to teach you a few moves."

Your stomach fluttered at the suggestion, butterflies dancing wildly within you. Did Dick just imply he would teach you how to dance? Or were you reading too much into it?

Your laughter filled the air as Dick playfully tried to demonstrate dance steps on the carpet of grass, and much to your delight, you followed along, attempting your own clumsy version.

Hours passed until both of you were breathless from dancing and laughing. You plopped down onto the picnic blanket, side by side, shoulders brushing intimately.

Your mind started to wander, daydreaming about what it would be like if he ever realized your feelings. Would he reciprocate? Or would he still see you as just a friend?

"You know," Dick suddenly said, his voice laced with mischief, "if I had someone who danced with such enthusiasm as you, I wouldn't mind going to the gala at all."

ba-boom, ba-boom, you were sure you're going to pass out. Your eyes widening in disbelief. Could it be that he was finally taking notice of you?

"Really? You… you'd want that… from me?"

Dick tilted his head, his dazzling blue eyes capturing your gaze. "Of course, why not? You're amazing, and being with you always makes me happy."

Leaning against Dick's shoulder, you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of the friendship of you two. Maybe, just maybe, someday he would see you in a different light. But for now, you're just cherishing these moments of pure, unadulterated fun.

December, 2017.

You were at Dick's 21st birth-day, which, Wayne made the 'reunion' for his birth-day, or what he likes to call it, his 'gala'. Your excitement was jumping everywhere, you even bought a new dress for this occasion, his present was a nice bracelet you bought by yourself, with your money.

It wasn't the most expensive, neither the most fancy, but it was made just for him. Unique in this world, well, the matching bracelets were unique in this world. You were ready to finally confess your love for him, bracelets with initial of you two, not because you're owned by the other, but because you know each other. It was your princess dream, and it was finally time for this.

After some final touches, you were ready. Entering the room, you could see a lot of people, mostly Wayne's acquaintances or friends, but you finally spotted him, actually, with Wayne.

You couldn't quite see what was he wearing since you only could see his back, but Wayne seemed happy, at least.

With quick steps, careful to not trip yourself with your dress, and throw away his present, you finally got closer to him.

¨Dicky! I know I already said happy birthday to you, but look-... Oh.¨

Oh.

Who was this girl?

¨Oh Y/N, great you're here, look this is my new girlfriend, her name is Daisy.¨ You locked eyes with her, she seemed nice, ha. ¨Daisy, this is Y/N, she's like my little sister, practically known her my whole life.¨

Oh wow.

¨It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N¨

¨Pleasure it's mine.¨ And with that, it was enough for you, how oblivious this fucker can be? ¨Dick, can we talk for a moment?¨ You didn't even waited for him to answer when you already grabbed his wrist and took him into his room.

When you were at your room, you couldn't take it anymore and broke down crying.

You wandered further into the room, gaze avoiding his as you tried to gather the turbulent thoughts. The weigh of your confession threatening to choke the words from your throat. But you had to do this, even if it costs the friendship.

"I-I've been keeping something to myself for a while," voice quivering. "And I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Dick, I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

His brows furrowed in confusion, and you glanced up for a fleeting moment, catching a glimpse of his girlfriend's picture on his desk. Pain surged through your chest, but you proceeded. "I know you have a girlfriend now, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. But I just couldn't let this day go by without telling you how I feel, this was supposed to be the day, when you think i'm not longer a little child, where you could love me as I do."

Words trembling with vulnerability. Dick remained silent for a moment, his expression laden with guilt. Slowly he closed the distance between you two. His gentle touch on your arm made your heart skip a beat, yet it also stung with unrequited affection.

"I'm really sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. You've been an amazing friend, and I don't want to lose that.¨

¨I'm sorry, but we can't be friends anymore... I will always see you as something else.¨

PRESENT TIME.

You didn't exactly cut connections with Dick, well, since you both lived in the same house for a while more, but let's say you remained as... distant family. You saw each-other at parties, meetings, galas, so... you were still in contact!

Gratefully, not that you would show your happiness, he broke up with his girlfriend, way too manipulative and control freak. But that's not all!, you grew up, your feelings for him didn't disappeared, but you hid them far away from you.

He already knew your boyfriend, he acted kind and nice about it, not that both of you could talk a lot about it.

This gala was made by Wayne, again. Dick got really distant since he resigned from being Robin, and started a new group of Titans, you were a little jealous about it, but mostly sad for not being part of it.

You were talking with some of your boyfriend's friends, some boring conversation about some new business, which you couldn't care less about, but you caught a familiar silhouette not so far from where you are.

Apparently he brought the titans with him, you don't know them personally, just by news, magazines, and well, because of him.

And to say you weren't a little tipsy was a lie. But who could blame you? But being drunk also brings some... distortions about what's really happening. He was drinking too! With another girl!

After some time of asking for more shots, getting all touchy with your boyfriend, just so he could look at you, he's been doing the same, getting all touchy and flirty with her. Everything was like a competition of who would get more jealous first and leave. And well, like he said once, he's better than you.

With clumsy steps, somehow you made into your old room. Memories coming fast liken a roller coaster, emotions beating out the small chest you tried to forget all this time, you needed him.

Clicking his number on your phone, it's like he was waiting for it, like this was going to happen.

¨Heyyyyy' Dicky'- Hic!¨ you giggled at the sudden hiccup, and you could tell Dick was giggling too, it made your heart beat faster. ¨What's wrong little bee?¨ He said, some unrecognizable background noise was getting less and less loud. ¨Little beeeeee'? What's that- hic! type of nickname?¨ Both of you just laughed at the sudden and dumb conversation between two idiots in love.

¨You know... My boyfriend is a little- he- a little shit.¨

¨He's worse than my ex? No waaaaay¨ He said with a chuckle.

¨Yeah, he's been fucking some other girl... I don't know for how much time, but it's been a whileeeee¨ You started laughing suddenly, ¨And you know what I hate most? hic!- It's that surely you been fucking some other bitchees heh-.... bitches before me. You know I hate you for that right love?¨

¨You don't how many nights I been jacking off by myself thinking about you ever since we distanced apart. I didn't realized how much I needed you to be in myyyy life.¨

¨...........¨

¨...............¨

¨.... Dicky... I need you¨

¨Oh... you do princess? Where do you need me?¨

¨In my room, I need you now¨

¨And for what princess? I'm going there.¨ He was giggling while walking.

¨I need you to fuck me for once.¨

That's the last thing he heard when he hang up and with quick steps he got into your room, and with no words needed both of you started kissing each other, between giggles with just one sudden push and you landed among the sheets. Dick got on top of you and started kissing you as you started tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Dick's shoulders were wide, his hips narrow and there was a visible V-line that was half-hidden by his trousers. You were trying not to stare, but it seemed impossible since he was so appealing. Dick helped you to unzip your dress and you were lying only in you lace lingerie. His eyes were devouring you. How he couldn't notice how perfect you were for him?

Suddenly, Dick grabbed you calves and pulled you towards him on the edge of the bed. His free hand reached out for a pillow that was laying nearby and placed it under you hips. You were following closely his every move and your head started spinning a bit, a side effect of the substances in your bloodstream. He kneeled in-between your thighs and was placing small kisses on your bare skin.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side while he looked you in the eye before dragging his tongue over your clit. ¨Ah!- Nng- D..Dick!¨ You moaned at the sensation and reached out to touch his hair. His warm breath was caressing you, his movements were lazy yet precise.

You were getting frustrated with the slow tempo and you were about to say something when he pressed his index finger against your entrance. It didn’t take too long before you were moaning his name as he added another digit. Again, the pool of heat was starting to build up in your stomach while he curled his fingers inside you. Dick seemed amazed by how eagerly your hips were meeting his palm, the wet sounds of him moving his fingers inside you, made him eager to fuck you, he brushed his thumb against your clit once more before giving a small peck and standing up, taking of his pants and what was left of your clothes, he positioned himself between your legs.

You saw Dick right before he thrust his hips to enter you again. Your body was warm, already so fucking wet, he didn’t think he could last long enough for it to be fun, but then he steadied himself and slowed down the pace. He ran a finger across your lips, signaling to open them at which and you opened them wide enough to suck on it. 

He bent over only to start leaving kisses in your neck that would for sure be purple by tomorrow. ¨Aren't you a good girl princess? A good, good girl.¨

¨Such a nice girl for me, I bet no one else has touched this pussy.¨

¨You- you're, ah!~ right, Dicky-, You're the first one to fuck me. Reaching a lot of place my fingers couldn't reach while thinking of you.¨

It's like something on Dick turned on, and started violently thrust into you in a bestial force, making you cum when his cock touched that place. His eyes were even darker, his dilated pupil taking over his blue-crystal eyes.

¨Oh yeah? I'm the first one to fuck you?¨

¨Ye-yes, other b-boys tried to give me pleasure on other ways and couldn't do it as good, nhg!~ as you.¨

His thrusts started becoming harder instead of faster, the though of another man fingering you made him mad. You were now his.

“You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

¨Make me yours Dick.¨

The next day, Dick was kissing your naked body while you were hugged on his, since you were kids you were always the small spoon. He was observing how he could never notice how perfect you are, you were always for him, you were the one.

He feels so incredible right now, the chemistry both of you have, it's amazing.

His fucking phone started ringing.

¨Fuck, the Titans meeting, shit.¨ He looked at your sleepy body and decided to dress you up, and obviously dress himself.

He forgot to leave you a note to notice you he's coming back, but you only realized once he woke you up knocking on your door.

He had... flowers?

¨Dick, why are you here?¨

¨Look Y/N, I know yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions, and I feel so dumb for never loving you the way you deserved to, but please, give me a chance, you won't regret it, and I guess you and your boyfriend-¨

¨Dick.¨

¨Just hear me out for a minute okay?, I never wanted to admit it, mostly because I thought I would lose you, not because of you, but because of me, I don't know what problem I have, but that doesn't matter right now-¨

¨Dick.¨

¨I will fight for us no matter what, and last night definitely wasn't an accident-¨

¨Dick! What are you talking about? What happened yesterday? Did I say something when you came into my room? Did I told you something personal when I called you?! Oh my god...¨

Were you lying?... He froze for a moment, the flowers fell from his hands, and he just started walking away. Is this true? You don't remember?

It feels like the beginning when you both grew apart, it's really hard to adapt at what's going on inside his head. Was yesterday an accident? Does he really loves you? Do you love him?