DisasterZone

• At the manor •

“Okay he’s on the move!” Dick clapped his hands together watching a red dot slowly cross the screen. He’s gathered his siblings for what the likes to call operation expose girlfriend. Everyone knows Jason has a girlfriend, it’s not a secret— well much of a secret. They haven't met you yet but, some still think you’re not real, but dick is determined to prove you’re real.

“Why are we doing this again? Didn’t your last operation fail?” Damian asked leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. Dick waved off his little brother pointing back at the projection screen.

“Anyways…looks like he’s headed to the local grocery story if we beat him there we can catch him walking in. Steph your the employee handing out samples, Cass—“

“Never said I was helping, I’m here to watch you fail.” She chuckled as she leaned against a wall.

Dick rolled his eyes, “Fine” he said through gritted teeth “duke can you be parking lot watch out?”

Duke gave him a cartoonish salute, “yes sir!”

“Damian—“

“Nope.”

Dick grunted visibly fed up with his siblings, “Tim check—“

“Already on it.” Those words brought a smile to Dicks face.

“Perfect. Lets go!”

• Grocery store •

You walked down the grocery store aisle, leaning against the cart as you searched for those crunchy granola bars you loved so much.

“J, baby, can you get that box down for me, please?” He nodded.

A moment later, he placed the green box in the cart, and the two of you continued down the aisle.

“Hey, babe, m'gonna go look for some stuff on my list. I'll be back.”

“M'kay.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple before disappearing down the aisle. You hummed and continued on your way. Wandering into another aisle, you pulled your phone from your pocket to check the rest of your grocery list.

“Alright Pasta, Coffee creamer, and Apple Snaps?” You whispered the list to yourself making sure you weren’t forgetting everything. You silently questioned the Apple Snaps thought, that weird cereal Jason swore tasted exactly the same as the discontinued version from 2008.

You shrugged it off continuing down the aisle. You were so focused on the list that you didn’t notice someone turning the corner.

You hit a relatively hard surface.

“Oh!” A carton of pasta fell hitting the ground.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” a familiar male voice said. You looked up curious. A tall dark-haired man immediately crouched down to help gather the fallen boxes. Where have you seen him?

“No, no, that’s my fault,” you said you chuckled, “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Nah, definitely mine.” He flashed you a bright smile while stacking the boxes back into your arms.

You tilted your and blinked. He looked oddly familiar like… really familiar. You could’ve sworn you seen him before, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“There we go.” He handed you the last box. “Again, sorry about that.”

You shook your head dismissing him “no, no It’s okay.”

He gave you another sweet smile, “Have a good day.”

“You too!” The man waved and disappeared down the aisle. Weird...You shrugged it off and continued shopping.

Meanwhile…

A few aisles over Jason stood frozen in place. His eye began twitching, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Because standing behind a display of canned beans was Dick Grayson.

Not even trying to hide. Just standing there in cartoonishly big sunglasses indoors. All while holding a newspaper upside down. What an idiot Jason thought, for a man who can solve the most unsolvable crimes within days he’s standing there looking like a goofball.

Jason slowly lowered the box of cereal in his hands.

“Dick.” Dick immediately turned away letting the newspaper fall.

Jason stared… Dick stared back.

“…”

“…”

Then Dick made a ‘smart’ choice and sprinted.

“What the hell—” Jason abandoned the cart and chased after his simple minded brother.

“DICK!” Unfortunately, the second he rounded the corner, Dick was gone, where? He didn’t know. Instead, he found Steph wearing a grocery store apron. A grocery store apron from a completely different grocery chain…

Jason sighed rolling his eyes, it was slowly starting to click why they were here. She was holding a tray of cheese cubes. “Would you like to try a sample, sir?” she asked in a terrible fake accent.

Jason pointed. “You. What are you doing here?”

She shrugged “I don’t know what you mean sir, I work here.”

Jason huffed running his hands down his face “Steph stop playing games, I can see the ear com in your ear”

It was a beat of silence.

“Oh.” Then she threw the tray at him and ran in the same direction Dick disappeared.

“What is WRONG with all of you?” He screamed earning a few glances from shoppers passing by. Across the store, Dick was panting as he ducked behind a display.

“Target spotted me.” He spoke into his comms looking around for said target.

“Obviously,” Tim’s voice crackled through the comms. “You’re the worst spy in human history.”

Dick scrunched his face offended by his brothers jab “I’m not the one sitting in the security room eating popcorn.”

“I’m multitasking.”

“Doubtful.” He scoffed.

While all of this chaos was going down in a local grocery store, Duke stood outside in the parking lot pretending to wash a perfectly clean car. Cass was documenting everything for future blackmail. Damian sat on a bench near the entrance reading a book…actually reading. Because unlike everyone else, he’d openly admitted this mission was stupid.

Jason knew if he found one he’d find them all, he wondered around following clues and found Tim hiding inside a break room with his laptop.

“Tim.” Jason called clearly unamused.

Tim looked up from his laptop with a guilty grin “…Hey bud.”

“Leave.”

Tim pretended to give his demand some thought, “how ‘bout no.”

“I said leave you moron.”

He stood up closing his laptop and approached the taller boy “You can’t prove I’m here because of you.”

Jason’s cold stone expression didn’t waver “You are wearing a headset.”

Tim slowly removed the headset flashing Jason an embarrassed grin. “Im just gonna…go” he pushed his way around Jason who refused to move out of the door way.

Jason watched him retreat down the aisle the rest of his siblings disappeared to. He shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose. “What fuckin’ idiots man.”

By the time you reunited with him twenty minutes later, you were done shopping. He returned to you looking exhausted. You glanced at the overflowing cart then up at him.

You were concerned but nervous to ask “Everything okay?”

“No.”

You glances around awkwardly not sure what to say “…Should I ask?”

“please don't.”

You shrugged not pushing the matter any further “fine with me.”

You continued down to the register in silence wondering how a grocery store visit could wear someone down so quickly.

Jason sighed giving in. “They’re here.”

You blinked confused by what he meant, “who’s they? Are you in trouble Jason? Should we leave?” you began to slightly panic. You knew he partook in some...not so legal activities, but a grocery store out of all things?!

He shook his head waving his hands “NO. no no, it’s nothing bad— well nothing life threatening at least. It’s just…my siblings are here. They followed us”

“Oh.” A beat passed, then it clicked. “Ohhhh.”

“Yeah.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, Jason groaned annoyed you found this amusing.

“Please don’t encourage them.”

You shook your head “I’m trying not to I swear.” You tried to stifle your laugh but failed. Jason couldn’t help himself but join you. His siblings knows how to make his blood boil but seeing you smile will always gets him to smile, no matter what.

•••

Rain hammered against the windshield during the drive home. The storm was arriving in full force. Streetlights reflected off wet pavement while Jason drove one-handed, the other holding your hand.

By the time you made it inside your shared apartment, both of you were damp despite your best efforts.

You carried in two grocery bags while Jason hauled the rest. The kitchen quickly filled with food items scattered across the counters as you did your best to put everything away neatly.

As you put the groceries away you thought about what Jason said at the store.

“babe?”

“Hm?”

You held up a box of pasta as the memory replayed, “I think I bumped into your brother today.”

Jason paused nervous what you’ll say next. “Which one?”

“The really attractive one.”

Jason narrowed his eyes causing you to chuckle.

“kidding geez. The dark-haired one, tan skin, little shorter than you, nice teeth.”

He rolled his eyes “Dick.”

You snapped your fingers as it clicked “Yeah him! we bumped into each other and he helped me.”

“He was actually really nice.” You finished as you put the box of pasta away.

Jason snorted. “He probably didn’t realize who you were.”

“Wait, really?” You always thought everyone knew what you looked like they just haven’t officially met you yet.

“Really.” He confirmed.

That made you laugh harder. “So I accidentally met your brother?” You shook your head amused by this whole thing.

Jason leaned against the counter. “You’re not bothered by all this?”

You paused holding a box of cereal in your hands, you thought for second. They did stalk you today, but they were harmless and their attempt failed.

“Nah, they seem funny.” You just shrugged resuming organizing the groceries

Jason stared at you for a moment, a genuine smile tugged at his lips. Watching you move around the kitchen. He had found someone who isn’t put off by his weird, chaotic family. Then his expression softened.

“Hey doll?”

“Hm?”

He hesitated like he was in deep thought which immediately got your attention.

Jason was never one to hesitate, he was your brain when you two were together. You ask him something he’d immediately answer, don’t know where to eat? He does. Don't know what to watch? he'll choose. Just wanna turn your brain on airplane mode after a long day? he'll hold your hand and guide you wherever he goes.

He never hesitated unless something mattered.

“You ready to meet them?”

You blinked taken aback by his question. “The family?”

“Yeah.” He shoved his hands into his pockets. A nervous tick of his you picked up on.

“You’ve met Alfred. You’ve met Bruce...ya'ready for the rest?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “the others…” he continued. “That’s different.”

You understood what he meant. Meeting the siblings meant something, the love he has for his family runs deep. No matter how much he tries to play it down, you meeting them meant something. He damn near almost shit himself when he introduced you to Bruce.

You stepped closer and reached for his hand, his fingers immediately intertwined with yours.

You smiled looking up at him. You knew the reason he hasn’t introduced you to them yet. They can be overwhelming, even if it’s out of love they do not know what personal space is.

He just wanted to enjoy the quiet with you a little longer and you didn’t mind that. Especially after today.

“I’m ready when you are my love.”

For a moment, the rain was the only sound in the apartment, its rough pitter-patter mimicking the rhythm of his heartbeat. Then Jason squeezed your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

"God, you are gonna kill me one day."

You giggled. "Down that bad?"

"Worse."

You grinned, satisfied with his answer. "Good."

"You say that now, 'til I'm outside your window with a boombox after an argument."

The laugh you shared felt endless, filling the apartment with warmth. When it finally faded, soft thunder rolled outside, and Jason pulled you against his chest. Wrapping you in his big warm arms.

"I absolutely love you. So much that sometimes I think it's dangerous."

You wrapped your arms around his torso, burying yourself impossibly deeper into him.

"I love you too, Jason. So, so much. Nothing could change that."

For a while neither of you said anything else.

There was no rush. No expectations waiting on the other side of the conversation. Just the steady rain against the windows, Jason's heartbeat beneath your ear, and the quiet certainty that you'd still be here whenever he was ready.

Together in your own little world, exactly where you wanted to be.

You had expected your ex to move on from your year long go at a relationship. There had always been a wall between you two that had felt unbreakable, and you should've known from the beginning that someone like Dick Grayson seemed too good to be true. You had spent the last months of your relationship watching it wither away without having the desire to crush something so pretty on the outside. Until you put down a foot and finally walked away.

So yes, you expected Dick to move on. You would move on too, after your healed the Dick Grayson-shaped wound in your heart.

But you did think it would've taken a bit more than a mere month for him to heal too. Maybe he left more of an imprint on you than you did on him. Still, it stung to see him with another belle already adorning his arm.

And a belle she was: long locks of auburn hair, sparking eyes that looked like glittering emeralds, framed by long and curved lashes. An artist must've skillfully placed all the freckles adorning her nose, and overall rendered her as one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen.

You'd walked in right as they had been preparing to go out, and all three of you paused in your tracks to stare at the other party in shock. The spark of envy instantly lit up your insides, threatening to wither your common sense away.

"Dick," you said, in a surprisingly calm tone. "It's good to see you here…"

Dick blinked, looking like a deer caught in headlights. You glanced at the woman at his arm. "Yeah…" he managed to say dumbly.

You adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder as the woman beside him finally spoke out: "Who's this, Dick?" Her tone wasn't mean or condescending. She said it in a curious manner.

Dick awkwardly introduced you as his ex.

The redhead seemed surprised and turned to you. "Oh, you're the one who broke Dickie's heart, huh?"

Dickie?

"Mutually assured destruction," was your closed off reply. You turned to Dick, and one of your glances had him introducing the woman too.

"Oh, and this is Barbara…" he trailed off at the end, as if he had realised his mistake just as he spoke it.

Barbara. The girl he told you not to worry about.

"Wow, it's finally great to make your acquaintance," you say politely. "He used to talk a lot about you. Like a lot."

Dick scratched the back of his head awkwardly, not being able to meet your eyes.

Barbara looked torn between being flattered and just as awkward as your ex.

You guessed what they said was right. Never date a man with a girl best friend. It sucked to be the girlfriend Dick had right before he seemingly got with the woman he'd always dreamed about.

Wanting to protect your heart, a fresh wound inflicted on it, you managed to brush past them. Distance would be your medication.

And it seemed the universe was keen on you not getting any.

Because just a week later, you walked right into Barbara. You had just stepped into the subway on your way home from work, and there she was, sitting in an unassuming way. You prayed she wouldn't see you, and if she did, that she'd be a nice person and pretend that she didn't recognize you.

Of course the universe wouldn't be granting you such mercies today. So Barbara got up from her seat and walked to you, a determined glint in her emerald eyes.

Your heart started beating way too fast, anxiety pumping through your veins. Barbara stopped right in front of you, none of that awkwardness from the other day in her eyes.

"Look, we might have gotten off from the wrong foot," she said.

You blinked. "Hello to you too."

Barbara ignored your sarcastic remark, and barrelled on with her monologue: "You were very important to Dick. And I'm not the sort of person who is going to cat fight you just because you dated my boyfriend."

Bitter bile rose through your throat at the label. My boyfriend. Some stubborn flame of hope you had stupidly nurtured blew away with them.

"You don't have to do this," you said, not being able to look into her bright eyes.

"I mean it," she protested.

Just then, the train jolted and both of you lost your footing. Your hand shot to the railing at your back to brace yourself. Only Barbara crashed her body straight into yours, making you lose your grip.

Your breath escaped your lungs as your back hit the door. Then once again when Barbara pushed your body into the cold metal with her body.

You opened your eyes and managed to blink tears away, only to freeze when you realized in what position you had suddenly found yourself into: Barbara and you, pressed into each other, every single one of your curves layering over each other almost perfectly. You were very aware of the swell of her chest as it pressed against you, the curve of your own hips as Barbara's hands came up to brush over them as a way to steady herself.

You both blinked at each other, all past conversation trains forgotten because of this new proximity. It wouldn't take much for you to close the gap between your mouths, see if her pillowy pink lips were softer than yours, if she tasted better than you. To see if her hair was as silky as it looked by threading your fingers through it. What sounds did she make when you'd pull on it?

Her own gaze was flittering between your lips and your eyes. You could tell she was confused, but not too opposed, as she remained plastered to you.

You felt her thumb (rough and calloused) brush over the skin peeking between your low rise jeans and your top. The contrast between her roughness and your softness had you shivering, as all the heat in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks, and then spread down your neck.

"Sorry," she whispered out, the soft breath of her voice hitting your lips. You swallowed hard.

"Don't be," you found yourself saying. If you had been of sane mind, you would've kept your cold demeanor. But right now, your horny self had possessed your body, lightening it with flames at the sight and feel of this woman. You foolishly wanted to explore every inch of her pale skin, to map the constellations she had on it, to taste every curve and crevice of her body, to maybe discover the secret as to why Dick had left you for her.

Barbara seemed just as surprised as you by your answer.

It was her who initiated. That you could recall vividly in hindsight. It was Barbara who pressed closer and then brushed her lips over yours. Once, briefly, as if testing the feeling that had overtaken the both of you.

Then she pulled away, shocked by her own action.

It was you who pulled her in for more. Your hand threaded through her hair, fine and silky, slipping through your fingers as you brought your mouths together in a passionate kiss.

Barbara made a soft sound in the back of her throat, which you swallowed greedily. Everything about her was delectable. Her lush lips, the taste of her gloss on your tongue as you swiped it over her lower lip, her shaky hands as they pressed on your hips, clearly trying to resist this, the soft curve of her ass under your palm.

You pulled away as the subway voice spoke, reminded suddenly that you were in a public space. You could feel the glare of some people around you at the show you had undoubtedly put on.

But as your eyes met Barbara's, you knew that you couldn't stop with only the taste of her lips.

And that's how both of you ended up in your apartment.

She was pressing your body in your soft mattress, covering you with her body, which gave your the vantage point to explore all her curves with greedy hands. As your thumb brushed over her chest, her breath hitched against your mouth. She separated slightly to look down at you. Her lips were gleaming and starting to swell, her hair a curtain that separated you two from the world.

But maybe not from the thoughts of the man than had united you both. You could tell she felt guilty when she paused, the fire in her eyes softening.

You felt no such thing. Matter of fact, when you thought about it, all you felt was a vindictive sort of victory: you were making out with the girl your ex had left you for.

"I know he might not be your favorite person right now, but I don't think we should do this to Dick," Barbara said, not meeting your eyes.

You ignored her, continuing to circle over her breast, managing to coax her nipple into a peak. You leaned down and brushed your mouth over it, wetting the fabric of her tee with your tongue.

She whimpered ever so softly, and you took advantage of her momentarily hazy state to flip her so you could straddle her in turn.

Barbara looked up at you with wide emerald eyes, her auburn hair fanning out against your silk covers, looking like the flame of desire that had ignited low in your belly.

You pushed the hem of her tee up to her chin, managing to free her tits. you stared down for a moment. There was a nice handful for you to grab, and when you did, she moaned ever so softly, as if she hadn't expected your touch on her. Your hands trailed down, feeling the hard panes of her toned stomach, making her shiver beneath your palms. And then up again, so you could pinch the stiff peaks of her nipples playfully.

"I wasn't trying to think much about Dick when I have you like this…" you finally replied. "But if you insist…"

With that, you quickly pushed her green skirt up to reveal her plain cotton panties. A practical woman. Barbara seemed to have some doubts, but the never manifested into words when you brushed a teasing finger over her clothed slit. She bit her lower lip to keep her sounds in, her legs falling open automatically for your touch.

"You're drenched," you whisper, your finger carefully moving the wet gusset of her panties aside so you could get a clear view of her pussy. Glistening with arousal, she had a well kept patch of red hair right on her mount of Venus. As you dragged a nail up her inner thigh, her hole pulsed with need, more wetness polling down her cunt.

Your finger quickly caught it before slowly bringing it to your lips, closing them around the digit. You moaned in approval as her sweet and tart taste hit you, as you kept your eyes trained on Barbara's. The obscene sight of you made her flush even more, the delightful color overtaking her cheeks and the tip of her ears.

You grinned around your finger, lapping up every last drop of her arousal on it. "Bet this pussy has Dick whipped…" you cooed, and watched as she flushed even more. You could tell that Barbara was clearly torn between loving your demeaning tone and snapping back against it.

Before she could decide on the latter, you pushed your middle and ring finger in her mouth. She was surprised at first, but then seemed to give up to her clear desire, sucking on your digits greedily.

You pulled them away, using the now lubricated fingers to slowly push inside her. You reveled in the breathy little sighs she let out, her eyes rolling back as you curled your fingers expertly and used your thumb to roll over her puffy clit at the same time. You let out a chuckle at the show she was putting on as you pumped in and out.

Barbara was enjoying it all too much, her wetness clinging to your fingers in strings every time you pulled out. The squelching noises were nasty, and grew with the satisfaction you were getting from finger-fucking your ex's girlfriend.

"Are you still thinking about Dick, baby?" you cooed meanly. Barbara seemed so out of it it took her a couple of blinks to understand. She responded only in a whimper. You chuckled, fishing out your phone from your back pocket. "Well then, you wouldn't mind if he joined the party, right?"

Barbara seemed torn, but a well placed rub of your palm over her clit had her moaning and nodding, her hands twisting in your sheets.

So you recorded her, managing to capture her fucked out expression, the perky tits she showed off every time she arched her back, and the nasty mess she was making of your sheets as you kept fingering her. When you saw her body tensing, an orgasm threatening to wash over her, you put the camera closer to her pussy and started to pump more vigorously. She came with a little scream of your name as she gushed all over your fingers.

You helped her ride through it before pulling your fingers away. You showed off the stringy cum between your fingers, before you flipped the camera and recorded your own face as you sucked your fingers clean. Barbara moaned again as she saw you, clearly invigorated again.

You grinned at her as you stopped recording and sent the video directly to Dick, before throwing the phone aside.

Barbara rose to her elbows, leaning in to kiss you. You met her halfway, pushing your tongue against hers so she could taste herself.

Your hand slipped between her thighs again, making her shudder and pull away. "Wait—," she squeaked out.

You gave her a pout. "I hope you didn't think I'd stop at pulling out one orgasm. Surely there must be more inside you to give, hmm?"

Barbara was flustered, but managed to pull you down using the loops of your jeans, and flip positions. So those muscles on her arms weren't just for show, huh? Good.

"Don't you think it's unfair that only you get to see me while you're fully clothed?"

"You're fully clothed too," you pointed out rather cheekily, which only made Barbara roll her eyes. But it was effective enough, because she pulled her tee fully over her head and discarded her slutty little skirt.

You bit your lip as she turned to you, toying with the button of your denim jeans with her nimble fingers. She did quick work of it, pushing them down your legs along with your red panties.

You were equally as wet as her, and she took full advantage, slipping her fingers between your legs and her tongue between your lips. She worked you in a quick way, quick strokes of her fingers inside you, a mean curl to her long and thin fingers, managing to hit a spot that made you mewl right into her mouth. Her palm rubbed along your clit at a steady pace, and you felt your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.

It was right as it was about to wash over you, when an all to familiar voice spoke. "My two favorite girls didn't even wait for me to get started?" Later, when you would be alone, you'd consider the fact that you hadn't heard your front door open, or the fact that your window had been half open, even when you always double checked if they were bolted. Later, not now.

You blinked, looked sideways at Dick, who stepped forward to stand fully clothed right beside Barbara, his muscular arms crossed as he looked down at you greedily.

If Barbara was startled, or felt any of the guilt she had felt earlier, she didn't show it, because her fingers were just as insistent if not more. The increased speed made your high crash right into you. You gripped your sheets, trying to grip yourself to something, to brace yourself to protect your sanity from the intense pleasure Barbara had wrung out from your body. She kept going so insistently. And then, a new hand joined hers. Dick's familiar thumb rubbed over your clit as he had done a thousand times before. You opened your eyes to watch the both of them working in tandem.

Too much. It was too much. And yet they showed no signs of stopping. In fact, Dick was murmuring to Barbara, loud enough to be heard over your whimpers: "if you rub her right, she'll make a mess all over your fingers."

And sure enough, from the continuous onslaught over your pussy, you reached a second orgasm, accompanied by a gush of liquid as you squirted right over both of them.

They helped you through it, Barbara's eyes glinting wickedly. When they stopped, you finally were able to take your first deep breath since they had started.

It took mere seconds to recover yourself when you saw Barbara and Dick making out right in front of you. She grabbed handfuls of his ass, her grasp greedy. And then she pushed him onto the mattress right next to you with a shove.

You looked down at his face, and it annoyed you all over again. So you decided you'd have to take care of that: you lifted yourself over his face, straddling it. Dick seemed content on this new position, his hand coming up to brace your ass as he started to gently lap at the residual cum on your cunt.

You were facing Barbara, who was watching keenly and hungrily, all the while pushing Dick's sweatpants down his thick legs. His boner instantly sprung to attention, his blushing tip already leaking as it slapped over his abdomen.

You managed to push his t-shirt up his torso, if only you could scratch him to leave your mark as he ate you in that expert way of his. His tongue was working wonders on your pussy, alternating between long and slow drags, and torturously fast flicks right over your clit.

Barbara straddled Dick's hips. You reached your hands to her hips, nails digging in the soft flesh there as you guided her cunt over his cock, not pushing inside just yet. You teased them both by making her rub her wetness all over his length. Barbara let out a shaky breath as Dick moaned, gripping your ass harder. The vibration against your pussy felt divine, so you gasped softly.

Finally, you helped Barbara slide right onto his cock slowly, watching as her eyes rolled back from his sheer size. She dug her nails into your forearms as your tight grip made Dick bottom out. He hummed deliciously, sending shivers up your spine.

You leaned in and kissed Barbara rather sloppily as both of your hips started to move in tandem. It was messy, and filthy and all too hot for it, as your spit mixed together, your tongues sliding against each other.

The feel of Dick's mouth sucking and licking greedily, moaning shamelessly right into your cunt could've sent you hurtling down the edge right there. All you needed was a little push, and it seemed that even if Dick was your ex, he hadn't forgotten what carnal things your body needed, and he pushed a finger inside you, his lips suctioning your clit.

You came with a soft cry that Barbara swallowed as she helped your ride through it by grabbing your hips.

Already overstimulated, you decided to focus on her pleasure. Your hand slid between Dick and Barbara's bodies, finding her clit and pinching it softly, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. She gasped against your mouth, her back arching from her impeding orgasm. A well placed thrust from Dick sent her hurtling right down the edge. She clawed at Dick's chest, moaning both of your names as she gushed all around Dick's fat cock.

You watched, entranced. And then helped her off his dick, which only made him whimper in disappointment. Not for long, because your mouth replaced Barbara's cunt, greedy to get another taste of her, this time on Dick's cock.

It wasn't long before Barbara felt left out and joined your efforts. You licked Dick's length as she traced a vein on it with the tip of her tongue. You worked him with both your mouths, looking at each other with desire in your eyes. Reached the tip to make out right over it. The obscene, sexy sight of that made Dick groan, his legs tensing. He only had time to shoot out a small warning before he was shooting his load right between your lips.

You giggled, making Barbara giggle too. And then you were making out again, tasting Dick between your lips and tongues, making all of your horny for each other again.

After several rounds and multiple positions, you finally bid them goodbye, the promise of repeating this again unsaid between you. But you manage to whisper Something in Barbara's ear as a parting gift: "I could be a better boyfriend than him if you ever get bored of him..."

you sigh and follow him to his room and he pulls you in immediately, face finding your neck, arms around your waist, murmuring something about how warm you are and how nice you smell and how he’s been so miserable and you’re patting his back like he’s a large sick dog which is essentially what he is.

except then his hips shift against your thigh.

“dick.”

“sorry.” he doesn’t move.

“richard.”

“i’ve been sick for four days,” he says into your neck. “i’m so touch starved. you’re so warm. i can’t help it.”

and he starts pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, slow and lazy, murmuring about how salty your skin tastes, how you smell like your shea butter cream, humming against your throat like a man who is running entirely on desperation and god knows what else.

his hips rolling against your thigh, slow and mindless, and you feel it then. all of it. heavy and insistent and very very persistent.

you pull back and look at him.

“dick,” you say carefully. “how long have you been like this.”

“days,” he says miserably. “i’ve tried to— it’s not enough—”

“okay.” you sigh. reach down. tug at his waistband enough to get your hand around him and he makes a sound like you’ve saved his life.

“oh my god,” he breathes. “oh my god please please please don’t stop. please cure me—”

“i’m not curing you—”

“you are. you are. please.” he’s babbling, completely gone, face pressing into your chest, pawing at your tank top with shaky hands. “please i just— i need— please—”

you let him get the tank top. it’s fine. it’s whatever. and he latches on with an enthusiasm that would be flattering under different circumstances, rutting into your hand, making these wrecked desperate sounds that you’re going to need to never think about again.

“you taste so good,” he mumbles against your skin. “god i needed this—”

he comes all over your hand and the sheets and makes a sound like he’s been saved.

then you notice he’s still hard.

you stare at him.

he stares at you.

you look at the nightstand. at the little orange pill bottle. you pick it up.

it is not painkillers.

“dick.”

“i was sick,” he says. “i wasn’t reading properly. the pharmacist — it looked the same—”

“you have been taking viagra,” you say. “instead of painkillers.”

“it was an honest mistake—”

“you’re a dumb sick horny idiot.”

“yes,” he agrees immediately. “please help me.” he smiles giddily.

you stare at him for a long moment and swat his arm to which he huffs. and then you sigh the sigh of a very patient person and tug off his hoodie and the rest of your clothes and he looks at you with the eyes of a man who has never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.

you settle on top of him and tell him to sit up and he does, gripping your hips, groaning his head back as you take him in, and it’s— okay it’s good actually. really good. you’ve had a week. you deserve this.

you ride him until you come and he flips you over immediately, hooking your leg over his shoulder, thrusting deep and hitting that spot and you’re clenching around him and he’s getting close again and he opens his mouth—

“can i—”

you stare at him.

he does it anyway.

you feel it and your mouth drops open. “dick—”

“you’re on birth control,” he says immediately, slightly out of breath. “i’ve seen it on the bathroom counter. and it’s not like this is the first time we’ve—”

“a warning,” you say. “would have been nice.”

“i was going to ask—”

“you did not finish asking—”

“i started to ask,” he says. “that has to count for something.”

you stare at him. he looks back at you with the expression of a man who knows he is not entirely in the wrong and is absolutely going to use that.

and then he flips you over.

you make a sound of protest that neither of you takes seriously. he pushes back in and sets a pace that makes your brain go a little fuzzy and you grab the headboard and decide this is fine. this is completely fine.

somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that you’re going to be sick in approximately two days. you can already feel it. the slight scratch at the back of your throat, the way his feverish skin has been pressed against yours for the last hour. you’re going to be completely miserable.

you decide to think about that later. right now you have more pressing things to attend to. literally. dick is pressing into you from behind.

you had been at wally’s for nearly three hours, and in that entire time he had spoken maybe five words to you in total. it was honestly impressive. especially considering he was the one who called you over in the first place. 

his voice had been low and rough through the phone, breathless beneath the sound of rushing wind as he said, “hey, you busy? come over. wanna see you.”

and naturally, like an idiot, you assumed that meant he wanted to let off some steam. maybe he wanted attention, maybe he wanted to kiss you stupid for an hour, maybe he wanted to fuck you and forget about his problems.

instead, wally sits hunched over his desk in grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a faded flash t-shirt that clings to his shoulders. his headset sits crooked over messy red hair while the glow of his monitor lit up half his face. 

you try being patient, you really do, but irritation won out. you slide yourself directly into his lap, causing wally to grunt softly from the sudden weight. one of his arms automatically wraps around your waist on instinct to steady you, but instead of finally looking at you, wally simply leans to the side so he could see around your shoulder, eyes still glued to the monitor.

“babe,” he mumbles distractedly, voice low and absent. “move your head a little. can’t see.”

a huff escapes your lips and you fight back the urge to roll your eyes. shaking your head, you place your hands on his shoulders and slowly rock your hips against his. that seems to get a reaction out of him.

wally grunts low in his throat, his hand on your waist tightening, his long fingers pressing into your skin of your hip. his eyes flick down at you for a moment, taking in how you were only wearing one of his old t-shirts and some underwear.

then, he was back to his game, fingers flying across his mouse and keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, and ignoring you completely again. frowning, you move your hips again, watching the way his jaw twitched ever so slightly. 

“come on, baby,” you whine into his ear. “pay attention to me.”

finally, finally, wally looks at you properly—his eyes slide over you, taking in your pouty lips and the frustrated set of your jaw. he sighs—a soft, tired sound—and lifts one hand to cup your jaw. his thumb grazes your cheekbone gently before he leans in… only to press a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“just give me a minute,” he murmurs. “the game is almost finished—”

“you said that an hour ago,” you mumble, slowly grinding your hips down onto his.

wally tries to ignore the way your body rocks against his lap, but it’s difficult to keep his focus. despite his insistence in ignoring you, you could feel his cock twitch beneath you, growing harder with every movement.

it doesn’t take wally long until he's rock hard, pressing right against your thigh, the heat of him seeping through his sweatpants and the thin fabric of your underwear. 

his calloused thumb brushes over your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. you hum around the digit, feeling him press down on your tongue. he groans, low and deep, as you suck and swallow around it—the action making his hips stutter and buck up against yours.

you’re soaked—the fabric of your panties clinging to your skin as you roll your hips against hin, the thick head of his cock dragging through your folds. 

glancing down, your eyes catch sight of the damp little patch over his bulge—his cock leaking precum and mixing with your slick that seeped past the fabric of your panties and dripped down onto him.

wally slips his thumb out of your mouth—a string of saliva connecting your lips to him. his hand drops from your jaw and slowly sides up your back, beneath your shirt—fingers warm as they drag lightly against your skin. 

“fuck, baby,” he groans, guiding your hips with firm hands.

his breathing grows heavier as his lips find yours—messy and wanting, teeth grazing your bottom lip. a soft moan escapes him when you shift again in just the right way. you felt his cock twitch and before you could even think, wally’s lips were all over you—the soft curve of your shoulder, down your neck, across your chest, under your jaw, the skin behind your ear, everywhere they can reach.

both your movements became desperate—each roll of his hips was deliberate, grinding up against you with a slow, tortuous rhythm that made the tension coil tighter in both of you. wally’s breath turns uneven—sharp little inhales through his nose as the friction builds. 

every grind sends a pulse of pleasure straight to his core, and fuck, it feels amazing. wally buries his face in your neck, biting down gently to try and stop the quiet moan escaping his lips when you rolled your hips once again.

he rocked up against you again slowly—a deep grind that made him shudder. there was a subtle edge to his breathing now. a hint of tension that hadn’t been there before. like he was on the edge of unraveling and just needed one more push—one more thing to break that last thread of control.

wally’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. his body tenses—every muscle coiling tight. then it happened. with one final slow, deliberate roll of your hips against his—he shudders, whole body going rigid for a split second before melting into your arms. 

his hips continue to rock against you weakly, his cock throbbing as he releases into his boxers. wally can barely think—his body a mess, thighs burning, skin sticky, but he doesn’t give a fuck. 

“not interested in your game anymore?” you tease, gently scratching the nape of his neck.

“fuck the game,” wally huffs, standing up with you in his arms and walking over to his bed. “this is much, much better.”

your heart rattles against your chest and you don’t mean to adjust your body again but you do, hips in the position to hump his side but you don’t.

“why would you bring it up if you won’t do it?” you whisper whine, inching you face towards his.

so far you’ve only made out a lot and groped each other a lot. you definitely wouldn’t mind the feeling of his fingers or possibly more… knowing exactly how he’d fuck.

bakugou exhales from the pit of his chest, careful not to bring attention to you too. he shifts over so hes facing you directly to crush his face to yours. it’s a make out that goes straight to your clit and has you imagining being touched all over. his tongue is warm against yours and you don’t have it in you to care about the noise.

his hand finds your ass, sneaking right between your legs but pausing. you lift your leg over his hip, giving him all the access he needs.

“wanna touch you so fuckin’ bad,” he moans into your mouth and it takes everything inside of you not to moan loudly. moan like you would in the privacy of your bedroom with a boy your insanely attracted to.

“do it,” you sigh desperately, no longer caring that you’re about to have sex with other people in a room. you’re on love island, that’s what happens. “do it katsuki.”

bakugou’s eyes widen before lazing. you have him so fucked up. the first time he touches you and you have to stay quiet. he needs to find a way to get into that hideaway.

“okay, baby,” he says before slotting his mouth over yours and sliding two fingers pass your asscheeks and right into the warmth between your legs. it’s a delight for him to just feel you so intimately and it definitely has him straightening like a pole at you going limp on his face.

“fuck,” you mumble, deciding to rest your head on his shoulder and hug him tightly. your leg locks around his waist, your fingers raking through the hair on his nape. you bite your lip hard when he presses against your stomach.

“sorry,” he grunts but you shake your head.

“i want you,”

“you’re killin’ me.”

there’s hot heavy breaths between you both, a thin layer of sweat forming on bakugou’s forehead.

as slow as he can without creating much noise, he flexes his fingers in and out of you. a rhythm that is as blissful as it is torturous.

a whine escapes you. definitely loud enough for the two beds beside you to hear if they’re not asleep already.

“quiet, baby,” he mumbles but he can’t help but say more, “you’re so beautiful, all of you.”

you hitch your leg higher on his waist, ready to grind into the palm of his hand.

“make me come,” you whisper into his neck, your body burning from unadulterated desire pumping through you.

bakugou takes that as a mission he must complete, he needs to see you, feel you fall apart on his fingers.

bakugou thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them to brush the tips against your walls. he measures how you’re feeling from how your breathing switches, the halts and pitch changes. then your thigh tensing on his hip and your fingers twitching at his shoulder.

“katsuki,” you breathe softly.

“i know, baby.”

as silent as you can, you orgasm on his fingers. your whole body shakes, pleasure ripping through you like rough waves crashing against rocks. your breath increases in pitch and you don’t realise you’re biting down on bakugou’s shoulders as you clench to keep him inside.

“oh. ohhh,”’

“cmon, you good?”

bakugou slowly slides out of you and you tilt your head to look at him. you’re stunning with your sleepy eyes and shiny face from your night moisturiser. a kiss on your cheek, then your lips.

“we’re gonna get the hideaway. i’ll ask the producers if i need to,” you whisper, exhaustion about to knock you out.

you wake up to a bright light and a pillow being thrown in your face from your friend across from you.

“what? what was that for!?”

“we heard you last night. more katsuki more!”

you fight your embarrassment back, “like you haven’t done worse!”

you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.

“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.

you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”

bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.

politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”

apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.

“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.

you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.

“i usually go to the gym every morning.”

your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.

he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”

“every morning?”

“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”

you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.

“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”

bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.

“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.

that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.

“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”

you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.

“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.

“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”

he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.

you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.

“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”

“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”

you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”

“fucked and fed.”

you slap his arm, “katsuki!”

he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”

it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.

“what’s your favourite position?”

you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.

bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.

“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”

ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.

you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.

“okay! now answer me.”

he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.

“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”

fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.

“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?

bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”

with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”

“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”

you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”

you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.

“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.

“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”

bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.

“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”

“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.

there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.

“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.

“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”

he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”

“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”

he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”

katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.

you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.

“say something.”

“what should i say?”

“anything.”

bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.

“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”

you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.

“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”

“something about me with my matcha?”

“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”

you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.

“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”

nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.

“go on then.”

“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”

bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.

“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”

“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”

“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”

“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”