Self Indulgent
Arkham Knight x reader
Warnings: Intercourse? Lol? Spitting, cursing, βpublicβ sex but thereβs no consequence or alluding to being caught
Word count: 1,899 words
Credit to @anitalenia for the ribbon dividers! Very cute!
THIS ONE IS SMUT. I WILL QUIETLY SLIDE IT ACROSS THE TABLE TO YOU- GET OUTTA HERE (joking, of course)
I would like it if people who are under eighteen avoid commenting on this post, but thatβs all.
βStopβ Jay, quit it,β you scowled, backing away.
βI wonβt. Not unless youβre serious,β he snarled back, voice warped under that helmet.
His hands found your wrists, pulling them up above your head and taking them both in one hand, holding you against him.
βAnd I know youβre notβ¦β he murmured, a softer lilt to his voice as he tilted his head. Like he was taunting you for even pretending.
He was so mean.
βTell me angel. If you're serious, you know the words you have to say,β he continued, his free hand finding your waist.
His hand slid around to your spine, easily using his own weight against you and his grip on your wrists to lift you onto the raised ledge of the building. Not to threaten you. Not in that way.
No, if he was going to hurt you, it was going to be with his own hands. He had no intention of shoving you off a building.
βSo quiet nowβ¦β
He finally thumbed at the notch along his jaw, the helm of his Arkham Knight get-up whirring out of place to reveal his face.
He wasted no time, biting at your bottom lip.
Hard.
βYou gave me so much lip a minute agoβ¦ whereβs that attitude, babyβ¦β he mocked softly.
His expression was never sharp when he did this to you.
He didnβt hate you, he wasnβt mad at you. Far from it. This was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind.
βYouβre the worst,β you breathed, but god, his visage was so soft you just wanted to bite himβ
βYouβre thinkinβ too loud,β he hummed, cupping your face as he finally kissed you.
His hand guided you back until you were draped over the lip of the roofing.
Finally, he let you go, his hands busy roaming your frame, digging into your soft parts.
Your hands found their way into his hair, gently dislodging his helm from the crown of his head to set it aside.
He didnβt seem to mind.
His breathing was soft, warm across your face when he pulled away. Not for long, as his teeth found your cheeks, chin, jaw, all the way down your neck.
He wasnβt super talkative like this.
Not until later, anyway.
He was too busy listening for any noises you were making.
βHowβs that, prettyβ¦ gonna start listening tβme now?β He hummed, sucking a bruise to your neck as he worked your clothes off.
βNoβ Jay! Anyone couldββ
βWhat. See your boyfriend doing his job?β He interrupted.
βWho caresβ¦β he whispered, finally tracing his fingers along you.
He almost growled at the odd, stuttered sound that escaped you.
The cold metal and rough fabric of his gloves against you made you jolt.
βCanβt take it?β He mocked, his free hand grabbing your hip to keep you still.
βDonβt tell me you canβt. I wonβt believe you.β
There was only so far heβd go with that, at least. Ignoring your limits, that is.
He did care, obviously.
He didnβt mind any squirming you ended up doing, he wasnβt going to mock or punish you for it. He was steady enough that it didnβt matter; he didnβt have any concerns that your constant moving would cause him to hurt you.
Eventually, he unwrapped the panel that covered where the wrist of his suit and the glove overlapped. He pulled the fabric away from his fingers, licking them before slowly working them into you.
βFuckβ Jayβ!β
βI know. Donβt move, I wonβt move βem yet.β
Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth wasnβt very helpful, given how heavy your breathing was.
βMy myβ¦ I neglected you, huh? Youβre taking this harder than usual,β he pondered, almost to himself.
βFuck youβ donβt ignore me when youβre finger fucking me!β
He actually laughed. Not loudly. Not exactly obvious. It was a slight huff and a barely there smile.
βSorry, angel.β
Eventually, he buried his middle and ring fingers all the way in, looking up at your face.
He wasnβt going to ask if you were okay, but he was watching for any sign that you werenβt.
He even waited an extra few seconds to make sure you were fine.
How sweet of him.
And then he was spreading his fingers slightly, pulling them almost all the way out before gently sliding them back in.
A groan left you, one that seemed to come from your guts and not your lungs.
He just hummed, barely picking up the pace.
βJesus Christ donβt do thisββ you rushed out, shifting in an attempt to get him deeper.
βWhat?β He asked, tilting his head and giving you that look that almost gave him a puppy-ish expression.
βMmnghhhβ youβre a nightmare,β you groused, voice pitching up when he curled his fingers the slightest bit.
βWell, an adult would use their words to tell me what they want,β he condescended, murmuring against your cheek.
βIβm not begging you, you freak,β you breathed.
He gave the tiniest snort, leaning back just enough to give you an amused look.
βOpen your mouth.β
You knew he was going to prove a point with that demand, but you did as he asked anyway.
He leaned over you, opening his mouth to let a glob of spit drip from his tongue to yours, watching you almost immediately swallow.
βUh-huh. What was that you were saying?β
He crooked his fingers just right, pumping them in a bit faster.
βFuck fuckβ Jay!β
βOh. I lost you, huh?β
He didnβt stop though, mellowing out in that way he did when he was particularly focused.
Your brain filled with fuzz as you watched his face, gasping and moaning when he found just the right spot to nudge.
Oh, his jaw, and his cheeks looked so soft, especially when his eyes were relaxed like that.
A frustrated groan escaped you because damn, he was cute. And the noise was surprisingly successful in startling him, his eyes darting up to your face.
βYou okayβ?β
βDonβt stopβ mrghh, youβre just so handsome,β you panted, brows pinching as your head tilted back.
He blinked, processing what youβd said, still thrusting his fingers in at that faster pace before his expression notched up. A cute pinch between his brows as he tilted his head.
βWhat are you talking about?β
βYour face? Oh god waitββ
He didnβt.
Instead, he pulled his fingers out and shifted to lift your hips, shoving his face between your thighs.
A squeal escaped you before you could cut it off, hiccuping as he worked his tongue over you instead.
βMmh, you wanna cum on this βhandsomeβ face then, you degenerate?β He grumbled.
That was when you realized, he was embarrassed.
You hadnβt said anything particularly out of the ordinary. Not enough for him to label you βa degenerate.β
He was just deflecting how flustered he was by trying to overwhelm you.
It almost made you laugh, if you werenβt so busy wailing his alias or a pet name. βKnightβ or βbaby,β subconsciously trying to keep from giving him away.
So much for being quiet in publicβ¦
βMngggβ! So prettyβ youβre so handsome, doing so good,β you sighed, a loud, wanton sound as you did your best not to kick your feet.
He ignored you, doubling down and adding his fingers back into the mix to force you to your peak. You couldnβt help twisting when he got you there and he easily grabbed your hip to still you.
You were still trembling, he was still pumping his fingers into you as he sat up closer for a kiss.
He looked somewhat relaxed for once, despite the red tinge persisting on the tips of his ears.
βYou want more, or are you done?β He asked, voice soft.
βDonβt do thatβ I want you to feel good, too.β
He hummed, kissing your cheek.
βPleasuring you does make me feel good. But, I know what you mean.β
He gently slid his fingers out of you, clearly intent on replacing them.
He pulled open his belt, leaving it in his belt loops, unzipping the camo pants he wore just enough to pull his cock from them.
βDeep breath,β he sighed, slowly canting forward just to press the tip into you.
βCβmon, breathe deep for me, angel.β
You did, and he waited until youβd filled your lungs entirely before pushing all the way in.
It made you release it all in a choked wail.
βThatβs it, keep breathingβ¦ in and out, Iβm not movinβ yet, gorgeousβ¦β he grunted, that furrow between his brows returning as he panted quietly.
βI hate you,β you wailed softly, panting heavily.
βAwww, no you donβt, baby,β he mocked, giving a short, harsh thrust.
βSee? Listen to youβ¦ so loud for someone you apparently βhate,ββ he cooed.
He curled over you a bit, grabbing the backs of your thighs and pressing your knees to your shoulders.
βMmm. Feel so niceβ¦β he mumbled, finally getting to that point where he wasnβt speaking full sentences.
He was slow and controlled despite himself, humming with each heavy breath out as he pressed in slow and dragged back out.
You croaked when he pressed all the way back in, swallowing hard as your hips twitched.
He panted softly, leaning down to press his cheek against yours.
βShhhβ¦ whatβs wrong, baby, whatβs wrongβ¦β he whispered, cupping the back of your neck as his other hand held your hips up.
βSoβ¦ βs so good,β you managed to breathe.
βOkay, okay,β he hushed, seating himself all the way inside before sitting still.
βStill feels nice? Yeah? Takinβ it really well, angel, you are, I promise.β
He waited. Waited until your expression pinched with frustration at his lack of movement before finally fucking you.
A little too rough, a lot faster than before as he pounded into you.
He held you tightly against him, curled over you, folding you in half as he rutted into you.
βI did neglect youβ know I did, fuck! You know I donβt mean it, angel. Always wanna be with you, mnngg, just so busy,β he grunted, mumbling.
He hugged you tighter to him when he felt you squirm, tightening up.
βMhm? So close, arenβt you? Filthy thing, wantinβ to cum on your boyfriendβs cock?β
βJason, I swear to fucking god,β you gasped.
He huffed, pressing your knees up to your ears as he railed you slow, really dragging into you. Occasionally, heβd use his hips to rock yours, forcing himself as deep as possible.
βDonβtβ donβt donβt donβ mgghhg,β you groaned, like heβd forced it out of your lungs.
βShhh, youβre fine. I knowβ¦ I know. Almost done, youβre almost there,β he promised, reaching down to trace his fingers along the curve where your thighs met your pelvis, right next to where you wanted him.
Finally, finally, he hooked his pointer finger so he could rub the curve of his knuckle along your sweet spot.
He sighed, almost a happy sound while you wailed, reaching your release. He followed right after you, slowing down to work you through the aftershock before finally withdrawing.
He didnβt wait long to wipe you as clean as he was able to before dressing you back up.
βLet me give you head.β
βNo,β he huffed, actually smiling a bit as he tucked himself back into his pants.
βWeβll do this proper when I get home. Howβs that sound?β
A/n- Havenβt stopped thinking about that cutscene from Batman: Arkham Knight where he goes βExpected more? Iβm hurt.β
POUT. THE POUTING?!
I HAD to write him Jesus Christ heβs so fucking cute and hotβ anyway!
I did try to be vague enough that anyone could read this without being so vague that it was boring. Let me know if thereβs anything I can change about this aspect to make it better!
