ALICE

Conner just peeked a little between his finger. "Shit, she's not wearing any pants."

"Hey!"

"Kon! Shut. The Fuck. Up!"

"Yeah, you two better tell me what the fuck is happening right now." You crossed your arms in your chest and shit, your breast pushed together too nicely for their own good. Tim let out a long breath while Kon did a little whine.

Tim’s gloved hand curled into a fist at his side, his jaw tight. “We got hit. Ivy. It’s—” His throat worked around the word like it burned. “—some aphrodisiac.”

You froze mid-step. “…Huh. Aphrodisiac.”

Conner groaned into his palm, leaning against the wall like he was seconds away from clawing it down. “Fuck, Tim, why’d you say it out loud?”

“Because she needs to know—” Tim’s voice cracked, the flush climbing up his ears. “She can’t just— walk up to us like that.”

You blinked between them, suddenly very aware of the way your oversized shirt barely covered your thighs. “Okay, so let me get this straight. You two show up here, half-dead from… horny plant magic, and I’m the problem because I’m not wearing pants?”

Conner’s hand dragged down his face, and when his eyes met yours, there was so much heat in them you felt your knees lock. “You don’t get it. If you come closer, if you even touch me right now, I’m gonna lose it.”

Tim shoved him back against the wall, though his own fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out to you. “We’re handling it.” His voice was too sharp, which told you he was barely hanging on. “We just need to stay in our room. Cold shower. Sleep it off.”

“Yeah,” Conner muttered, though his gaze kept flicking over your legs, up the hem of your shirt. “Totally. Cold shower. Great plan. Except, uh—” He licked his lips, and the sound of it made your stomach flip. “You smell really fucking good right now.”

Tim swore under his breath, his composure cracking for a second as he dug his nails into his palm. He didn’t even look at you when he snapped, “Don’t. Don’t say that.”

Your heartbeat picked up, partly from their intensity, partly from the way you realized they were both trembling, shoulders tight, every breath ragged like they were fighting themselves.

“So you two are just gonna lock yourselves in a room all night? Sweaty, flushed, rock hard, probably—”

“Y/N!” Tim’s voice shot up an octave, scandalized. His ears were crimson now.

Conner, on the other hand, groaned like your words physically hit him. “Don’t tease right now. Please. I can’t— Fuck Tim, I can’t keep it together.”

Tim’s head thunked back against the wall. He looked wrecked already, biting down on his lip so hard you were worried it’d split.

And suddenly the living room felt about ten degrees hotter.

You tilted your head, voice dropping lower as you edged one step closer, ignoring Tim’s panicked little warning noise.

“So… are you asking for help?”

The words made both of them freeze. Conner’s breath hitched so loud you almost laughed, and Tim’s eyes went wide, lips parting like you’d just threatened him with a kryptonite blade.

“No!” Tim blurted, too fast, too sharp. He cleared his throat, fumbling. “I mean, no, we’re not asking. That’s not— this isn’t—”

Conner, meanwhile, stared at you like you’d hung the moon. His fists were clenched at his sides, chest heaving. “If you offered, though…” His voice cracked, low and desperate. “God, I don’t think I could say no.”

“Kon.” Tim’s warning was paper-thin, his hand darting out to grip Conner’s arm. But the way his jaw flexed, the way his thighs pressed together, it betrayed him.

You arched a brow, letting your gaze trail deliberately down both of them, drinking in the sight of Gotham’s best and brightest squirming like they were about to combust in your hallway. “You’re both really bad liars, you know that?”

Tim swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This isn’t fair. You—” His eyes flicked down your bare legs and he shut them tight, hissing through his teeth. “You can’t. God, Y/N, don’t tease like this.”

But you could see it now, crystal clear: the way Conner’s body leaned toward you, every muscle taut like he was straining against a leash, and the way Tim’s breathing stuttered, his hand trembling where it still gripped Conner.

You let a slow smile curl on your lips. “So you do want my help.”

Conner groaned, head thunking against the wall. “Ivy’s a sadist. She knew what she was doing. Fuck, Y/N, please…”

Tim’s eyes snapped open, hazy and conflicted. His voice was a whisper, harsh and thin: “Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare say please to her.”

“Why not?” you cut in, stepping close enough now that the heat radiating off their bodies licked at your skin. “He sounds pretty sincere.”

Conner’s chest rose sharply, gaze locked on you like he was drowning and you were the air.

Tim swore again, but his grip on Conner’s arm slackened just a little. His control was slipping, and you could see how much he wanted to give in.

Your heart was hammering as you lowered your voice even further. “So… one more time. Do you want me to help?”

Conner looked a Tim almost desperate, now that you were closer you could see the line of their cocks straining against their suits.

Surprisingly, Tim was the first to answer. "Yes."

"Fuck, yes." Conner followed.

It's been, maybe, two hours? You aren't really sure. But your roommates are far from tired. You had sit in Conner's head while giving Tim a handjob, took Conner's cock in your mouth while Tim stretched you from behind, Conner had fucked you at the same time Tim was eating you out. But nothing seemed enough for them.

You were dripping, sticky with a nasty mix of cum, sweat and saliva. All of you were covered in marks and red spots, Conner was all sweaty while Tim managed his breath. Both of them were tired. But still rock hard.

Conner dragged you by the leg, hooking it in his shoulder.

"More?" you breath out, hiding your face in Tim's thigh.

"I know, baby, I know. But we can't help it," Conner said, already dragging the tip of his cock along your wetness. "One last time, I promise we'll make it up to you."

"Mmph..." you accommodated yourself against Tim's chest while Conner slid into you fast and easy.

Conner was already trembling, his thrusts sloppy, sweat dripping down his temples. He leaned his forehead against your shin where your leg was hooked over his shoulder. “Fuck, you feel unreal. I don’t even know how you’re still letting us inside you.”

You clung to Tim’s arms, shaking your head weakly. “Don’t stop.”

Tim’s voice was rough, frayed with exhaustion, but he forced a smirk as he stroked the sweat-slick hair from your face. “Look at you, baby. Falling apart on us, and still begging.”

Conner let out a ragged laugh, cut off by a moan when you clenched around him. “She’s greedy, man. Can’t get enough. Not even after, what? Five, six times?”

“Seven,” you gasped, voice breaking.

Tim chuckled hoarsely, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Seven, huh? And you still want more, mmh?”

Your head fell back with a choked sob, pleasure ricocheting through your veins.

Then Tim’s mouth brushed your ear, his whisper dark and deliberate. “You think you can take both of us at once?”

The words hit you harder than Conner’s thrusts, your whole body clenching around him in response.

“W-what?” you managed, though your voice was broken, pleading.

Tim smirked against your skin. “Both our cocks.

The words made your whole body tighten, your nails digging into his arm. “I—I don’t know if I can.”

Conner groaned, dragging his hips in one more shallow thrust. He was shaking, barely holding himself together. “You can. You’re so fucking perfect, we’ll make it fit. We’ll talk you through it.”

Tim’s lips brushed your ear, his tone wrecked but coaxing. “Yeah. You just listen to us. Breathe. Relax. Let us stretch you nice and slow.”

Conner’s hand covered your thigh, warm and unsteady. “It’s gonna be a lot, but you’ll feel so full, baby. So fucking full of us, you won’t even know where one of us ends and the other starts.”

You whimpered, hips twitching. “God, that sounds—”

Tim cut you off with a kiss, lazy but filthy, pulling back just to murmur against your lips. “C'mon. Say you want it.”

“I want it,” you whispered, wrecked. “I want both of you.”

Tim chuckled darkly, kissing your temple as his fingers pressed harder against your clit. “Good girl.”

Conner’s thrust faltered, his cock twitching inside you. “Holy shit, we’re really— are we really—”

"Yeah. Pull out of her, it'll be more comfortable with her facing me on my lap." Tim explained, practically grabbing Conner's cock to pull it out of your wet cunt. You groaned at the emptiness, but Tim hushed you, kissing your temple. “Shhh. We’re right here. Just breathe, baby.”

He guided you up a little, angling himself beneath you. “Look at me.” His eyes were dark, rimmed red from exhaustion, but his voice was low, coaxing. “You sit down on me first. Let me in, nice and slow.”

Your hands trembled on his shoulders as you sank down, inch by inch, onto his cock. Tim groaned, tilting his head back, then forced his eyes open to keep watching your face. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Taking me so good.”

By the time you were fully seated, your thighs were quivering. “S'full already,” you whispered.

Conner’s hand landed on your hip, steadying you. “Not even close,” he rasped. His eyes flicked to Tim’s, a silent exchange, before he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Gonna stretch you more, sweetheart. You ready?”

You nodded, breathless.

Tim cupped your jaw, holding you steady. “Words, baby. Tell us.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “I want both of you inside me.”

Conner swore under his breath, lining himself up behind you, his cock sliding against Tim’s where he was already buried in you. “Fuck, she’s so wet I can feel it from here.”

Tim kissed your jaw, grounding you. “It’s gonna sting at first. But just keep your eyes on me. Breathe with me.”

The first push from Conner made your whole body jolt, a sharp burn stretching you wide. You whined into Tim’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin.

“Easy, baby,” Tim murmured, stroking your cheek. “That’s just the stretch. You can take it. You’re perfect.”

Conner groaned low, his forehead pressing to your shin. “She’s so fucking tight, Tim. Holy shit.” He pushed a little deeper, teeth gritted, fighting to go slow. “You’re doing so good, babe. Just a little more.”

You sobbed against Tim’s neck, overwhelmed but desperate. “More. Please.”

Tim’s lips brushed your ear, whispering filth like a prayer. “Greedy little thing. You love it, don’t you? Being stuffed full, stretched open by both of us.”

“Yes,” you cried, hips twitching. “Fuck, yes.”

Conner bottomed out with a broken moan, the three of you pressed flush, every inch of you trembling. You felt impossibly full, every nerve sparking.

Tim’s hands framed your face, forcing you to look at him. “There you go. Look at you. Taking us both like you were made for it.”

Conner’s breath was hot on your leg, his voice shaking. “Can’t believe this is real. You’re… fuck, you’re perfect.”

"So fucking perfect," Tim agreed, kissing your earlobe. "We can stay like this a little more, or we can start moving. What do you want, baby?"

"M-move, please." You dig your nails deeper into Tim's skin, throat bobbing and full of marks

It was slow, Tim rocking up into you while Conner drew back just enough to thrust shallow. Both of them groaning, both of them whispering against your skin.

You were so full it was dizzying, their cocks dragging against each other with every motion, grinding deep against every sensitive spot inside you. The burn had long since melted into sharp pleasure, every thrust forcing little gasps and whines out of you.

“Fuck, listen to her,” Conner rasped, his voice cracking. “She’s dripping all over us. Can feel it.”

Tim kissed you messy, all teeth and desperation, his words spilling hot against your mouth. “She’s gonna come like this. Squeezed so tight around both of us.”

Your nails dug into Tim’s shoulders, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as the pressure built, unbearable, unstoppable. “I can’t— I can’t—”

“You can.” Tim’s forehead pressed to yours, his voice breaking even as he tried to ground you. “You’re perfect. Let go for us.”

Conner’s thrusts stuttered, deeper, rougher, his breath shattering against your skin. “Come on, baby. Be good for us. Cream all over our cocks. Please, fuck, please.”

That last word, wrecked and begging, tipped you over. You screamed, clenching down around both of them as your orgasm tore through you, blinding, body convulsing in their arms.

The way you squeezed them dragged them under with you.

Tim groaned your name into your mouth, hips jerking helplessly as he spilled inside you, his composure shattering completely. Conner buried his face against your neck, muffling a guttural cry as his release filled you too, the stretch and heat almost unbearable.

The three of you shook together, loud and messy and desperate, clinging to each other like you might drown otherwise.

By the time it ebbed, you were limp between them, their arms keeping you upright. Both boys were still panting, still trembling, still buried in you, but all they could do now was hold you close.

"Is... is the pollen gone?" you asked, a little scared if they dragged you to another round.

"I think so, yeah." Conner managed to say, tracing patters that made you shiver.

You three stayed silent for a long time, both of them didn't stop hugging you or caressing you. Then, you thought something.

"Why you didn't try get the pollen of each other?" You frowned a little, looking between them.

"Trust me, we tried." Tim laughed a little like it was a vague memory.

"We didn't want to drag you into this." Conner pointed out, pressing his lips together.