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His Reason (Izuku x GNreader)

Fantasy AU

Izuku is a knight, you are a fellow companion

(I wanted to give everyone the ultimate amount of freedom in this one so there are no specifics about the character that represents you! I have been trying to do more of this style of writing to make sure everyone can enjoy my work ! i hope you do !!)

Summary- it isn’t until a moment of weakness does he realise who he has been fighting for.

Warnings: mention of a death of a small child. wholesome, lil angsty? (not really) pinning!! (what’s a fic without a lil pinning?)

Word count: 1600, short, pretty much a recycled fic from a while ago. i wanted to do a parallel to the current state of the anime/manga without the spoilers, and of course some happiness !

You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Izuku in such a state.

The overexertion and welling emotions barrelled into him all at once and he finally let it go.

It had been so long since he had openly cried in front of anyone, if ever-and he was sick of it. So sick and tired of all of the death, sadness and grief that seems to plague him for reasons he couldn’t understand.

So that brought him here, in the thick of forest in the middle of returning from a mission with you, on his knees during the night sprawled across your sitting lap.

Underneath the many stars that he could only hope were carrying the ones he had lost.

Their glint did little to brighten his spirits in this moment, his usual optimism all but snuffed out in his own desperation.

It wasn’t intentional, for him to break down in front of you.

He promised himself he would become the strongest knight

He had convinced himself he had become strong, achieving his ultimate goal in becoming the kight supreme of the northern kingdom. Someone who would protect every soul within the lands of the kingdom. He had saved countless lives during the recent war.

Although, the loss was incomprehensible. Death still spread, no matter the efforts of he and his fellow companions. Throughout the devastated landscape and small villages.

The loss of life was one thing, but the loss of livelihood was another destruction that plagued thousands.

But after such an intensely monumental battle. Things had started to catch up with him, it had all happened so fast.

He couldn’t help it.

He had collapsed, holding onto the closest thing that could provide comfort. Which happened to be you.

The only other person for kilometers.

It had just been the last straw.

The outskirts of the kingdom grounds were peppered with small civilisations, they were mostly abandoned now. The families packed up to seek refuge within the walls of the kingdom.

It was your duty to survey the damages, to help plan the replenishing of the peoples homes.

Izuku and yourself had encountered the death of a small child, a little girl during the sweep of the grounds. Up until that point, there were no findings of innocent lives slain. Izuku knew that it was only a matter of time.

The prerequisite of this thought did not nullify the shock of this discovery. Even with a victory, the extent of loss weighed down greatly in that moment.

You both weren’t new to death, especially on missions but something was different this time. It had struck a chord in the both of you. The act of laying her to rest personally, or the way she had been left behind to face the carnage alone. Maybe it was the size of her innocent, untainted hands that would never get to experience the wonders of the world like you had. It nested within the both of you.

It just wasn’t fair.

The piercing sounds of his sharp inhales echoed throughout the woods around you. The crackling of the orange flame castes an inviting glow across your intertwined figures.

There was a whisper,

“Please, just hold me a little longer.” a pleading voice struck your heart.

“Of course, I’m here and I’m not going away until you’re ready.” your tone is the softest he’s ever heard. It mellows over him in a calming wave.

Another involuntary sob shakes through his core, this time triggered by the comfort he wasn’t used to receiving. His desperate hands clinging harder onto the fabric of your clothing.

You only held him closer, the racing of your heart pumping sparks of adrenaline at his closeness. The skin of your cheeks burning against the air of the autumn night.

You could never let him go, not in this state or any other. You would always be by his side, forever desperate to pour your innermost feelings out for the boy in front of you, you just couldn’t.

Not when all he needed was a friend.

You listened carefully to his every sound, and sensed his movements. The gentlest grips of the fabric at your sides, or the shiver that slightly ran the length of his spine with every high pitched sound that left his lips.

Truly, this was worse than any open wound, seeing the one you loved so deeply feel this loss.

It was something you were blessed with, but it was also a curse, being so one sidedly in-sink with this selfless boy. Hyper aware of his every move, but that’s love you had told yourself for the slightest bit of closure.

It wasn’t until a cricket symphony later did you notice that his breathing had begun evening out, prompting you to hold him closer in reassurance. You shift slowly, standing up from the log that you had set down next to the fire. While you adjusted yourself not once did Izuku let go of you completely, it was then you sunk to the ground in front of the boy.

Your knees touched each other as you faced him fully. His hands tightly clutch the fabric at the sides of your waist. It was only then did you get a look at his face, the deep sunken features made your heart constrict in pain.

He was tired,

so tired of it all.

Of not having someone to hold onto, in fear that he’d lose them-

But you were here.

With your hands caressing the sides of his face in a gentle embrace. That gave him the strength to look into you further then he ever has.

You had always been there.

A sparkling shine of realisation filtered through the sadness within his eyes. His mouth fell slightly agape.

The softly shining milky light of the moon reflected wonders in the deep forest green of his irises. A gorgeous garden so full of life, you had never gotten to fully appreciate this close.

The soft short breaths that left Izuku’s lips began to drown out the clicking sounds and small rustlings of the forest around you. He was steady now, his eyes drying slowly. A new shine alight in the depths of his green.

The gravitation you had felt in that moment was the strongest force you have ever encountered, you were being pulled closer to him.

In more ways than one. It was at that moment that you both realised that the only thing holding you back were these walls. The walls that were finally breaking with every second you stared into each other’s eyes.

The depths of his gaze connected with your own.

A link that will forever remain, in both of your hearts.

A silent revelation.

The aching in the joints of his knees forgotten in the soft caress of your hands against his skin. The warmth of your palms breathing new life into his tired body. Then you smiled, one he had never cared to notice after all it was something so small. The one he had just found out made his heart flutter and cheeks warm. The soft shape and the curve of your eyes was so comforting that he had almost forgotten his sadness entirely.

The warmth of your hands suddenly became suffocating, the heat buzzing into his skin. Yet he would never back away, instead he drew nearer. His hands slowly un-clench your clothing, his fingers now gentle, gliding to rest underneath your rib cage, your eyes soften. Even in a moment like this, he was still so polite, never once taking advantage of vulnerability.

The thundering beat in your chest echoing in your ears. The crease of your eyes displaying your undivided affection for the boy in front of you. He was staring back at you, lips pulled into a tiny tranquil smile, reddened eyes held a wonder you didn’t recognize.

The soft strokes of your thumbs over his freckled skin lulling him into a sense of solace.

It was then that he had realised, it was the people he had grown to love and care for that made every pain worthwhile. He couldn’t save everyone, no one- nothing could. He knew that, but he'd be damned to an afterlife of eternal suffering before he’d let those he cared for cross paths with death. There was a time Izuku would convince himself all he was close to were his purpose to fight.

Although without him realising, you had become a reason to strive for the impossible, a world of harmony and peace.

Although now, he knew with an utmost clarity.

Your name but a whisper upon the soft clear breeze of the forest as you pulled him closer. Breaking the unrelenting intimate gaze, you held him tightly against your chest. In one last effort to savor the feeling of closeness you had never experienced with him-or anyone else before.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around each other’s figures. Enveloping the both of you with a sense of home that had not existed with anyone else.

The sparkle sewn into the dark sky held his gaze momentarily, a sense of encouragement inspired him to let go completely. To fall into you.

You had caught him. An emotional man encumbered with the burden of a title and extreme power, so effortlessly with open arms.

His eyes welled up once more, although this time due to the new comprehension of the heavenly emotion he had never once admitted was always present in your company.

It was in a silent moment, where his brain had been quiet, did he finally understand.

That his reason was you.

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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post is here!

https://c0nf3tt1.tumblr.com/post/648395929116950528/i-dont-mind-really-wally-west-x-reader

ITS ME YKNOW ME....#DAB OMG DO WALLY DO WALLY DO WALLYYYYYYY LIKE Y/N IS HANGING WITH HIM AT Y/NS HOUSE OR WHATEVER AND HES SO EXCITED LIKE HES VIBRATING AND Y/N LEANS OVER HIM TO GRAB SOMETHING AND HIS WHOLE BODY IS LIKE BRRRRRRR AND HE LIKE TOUCHES Y/NS LEG OR INNER THIGH BY ACCIDENT AND IT JUST BRRRRRRRRRR AND Y/N IS LIKE AHAA FUCKKKK DO THAT AGAIN AND THEN YEAH YKNOW BUT SHES GOTTA BEG FOR IT AHDJSJJJDJKDKDJAJD .....i have no shame in posting this 🧍🏼

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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I am more than happy to write this for you!!! Although this request did remind me of this beautiful fic that I read quite a while ago-it’s amazing, so please I recommend you read that too!!

https://batarella.tumblr.com/post/639906131834208256/3-birds-1-stone-masterlist

@lovleyjae07

some fluff!angst Jason todd and fluff!angst dick grayson with artist reader (lets pretend Jason and dick have this age gap; Dick Grayson (Nightwing) at 25. Jason Todd (Red Hood) at 22. Tim Drake (Red Robin) at 18. Damian Wayne (Robin) at 11)

basically reader was bestfriends with Jason (Jason being in love with her or her being in love with him.. or them being in love with each other but not confessing their feelings just yet), reader being the one who patches Jason up after patrol every night, them just being really sweet about it, her drawing him or making papercranes with notes inside for him and him saying he has something to tell her but he'll never be able to since joker 🤪

after his death, reader goes into a slump and she's really depressed for a long time, constantly wanting to visit jasons grave but also not wanting to. one day, she's at the cemetery and dick is also there, him comforting her and hints towards them meeting again

fast forward to the 5 years where Jason comes back, him angry at Bruce and all that and he visits his grave except someone is there. an older reader is there with a letter folded up as a papercrane and she's talking about her life recently (like a certain artwork was commissioned and that she's sorry that she missed visiting last week and about how Jason would've loved tim) and she says that dick will visit him soon (much to jasons confusion)

Jason being hella angry that his first love is dating dick now (and confused since when did that happen?? how much did he miss in 5 years???)

idk how I'd end it so..?

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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Jason being hella angry that his first love is dating dick now (and confused since when did that happen?? how much did he miss in 5 years???)

idk how I'd end it so..?

#submission

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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I want to be addressed as Staqq we :)

you got it pumpkin!! ^♡^

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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MY PHONE FELL ON MY FACE AND I ACCIDENTALLY SUBMITTED IT ANYWAY so sorry about the last thing i sent bc i didn’t even finish writing it :)

it's no problem at all honey bun! if u have anything more to add then pls submit again-if u want u can also add an emoticon so I can address u by that. only if u want to tho!

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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Can you write some smut about how Tim Drake and a FemReader who is like an antihero and then it’s kind of like Batman and Catwoman but with Tim and the reader? Also they got into an argument and they are really upset but then it gets very staqq we

oh, how lovely ♡♡♡ mmm yes I think I will do that- also 'staqq we' is my new fav synonym for the do-

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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NARUTO M.list

Naruto Uzumaki

A Silent Revelation GN Reader

Summary- it isn’t until a moment of weakness does he realise

Warnings: wholesome FLUFF, lil angsty?(not really) pinning!! (what’s a fic without a lil pinning?)

#naruto oneshots

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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A Silent Revelation (Naruto Uzumaki x GN Reader)

Summary- it isn’t until a moment of weakness does he realise

Warnings: wholesome FLUFF, lil angsty? (not really) pinning!! (what’s a fic without a lil pinning?)

Word count: 1200, short lil thing I thought of when I was needin a hug-

You had never seen Naruto in a similar state.

The overexertion and welling emotions barrelled into him all at once and he finally let it go.

So that brought him here, in the thick of forest in the middle of returning from a mission with you, on his knees during the night sprawled across your sitting lap. Underneath the many stars that he could only hope were carrying the ones he had lost.

It wasn’t intentional, for him to break down in front of you. But after everything that had caught up with him so fast he couldn’t help it. He had collapsed, holding onto the closest thing that could provide comfort. Which happened to be you.

The only other person for kilometres.

It was just the last straw. During the mission in enemy territory, Naruto and yourself had encountered the death of an orphan girl while executing a protection order.

It turned out to be a casualty from the late civil war that had influenced the small village.

You both weren't new to death, especially on missions but something was different this time. It had struck a chord in the both of you. Whether it was the small communal funeral, or the size of her innocent, untainted hands that would never get to experience the wonders of the world like you had.

It just wasn’t fair.

The piercing sounds of his sharp inhales echoed throughout the woods around you. The crackling of the orange flame casted an inviting glow across your intertwined figures.

There was a whisper,

“Please, just hold me a little longer.” a pleading voice struck your heart.

“Of course, I’m here and I'm not going away until you’re ready.” your tone is the softest he's ever heard. It mellows over him.

Another involuntary sob shakes through his core, this time triggered by the comfort he wasn’t used to receiving. His destpreat hands clinging harder onto the fabric of your clothing.

You only held him closer, the racing of your heart pumping sparks of adrenalin at his closeness. The skin of your cheeks burning against the air of the artum night.

You could never let him go, not in this state or any other. You would always be by his side, forever desperate to pour your innermost feelings out for the boy in front of you, you just couldn’t.

Not when all he needed was a friend.

Truly this was worse than any open wound, seeing the one you loved so deeply feel this loss.

It was something you were blessed with, but it was also a curse, being so one sidedly in sink with the blond. Hyper aware of his every move, but that’s love you had told yourself for the slightest bit of closure.

It wasn’t until a cricket symphony later did you notice that his breathing had begun evening out, you held him closer. You shift slowly, standing up from the log that you had set down next to the fire. While you adjusted yourself not once did Naruto let go of you completely, it was then you sunk to the ground in front of the boy.

He was tired,

so tired of it all.

Of not having someone to hold onto, in fear that he'd lose them-

But you were here.

With your hands caressing the sides of his face in a gentle embrace. That gave him the strength to look into you further then he ever has.

You had always been there.

A sparkling shine of realisation filtered through the sadness within his eyes. His mouth fell slightly agape.

The softly shining milky light of the moon reflected wonders in the crystal blue of his irises. A deep ocean you had never gotten to fully appreciate this close.

The soft short breaths that left Naruto's lips began to drown out clicking sounds and small rustlings of the forest around you. He was steady now, his eyes drying slowly. A new shine alight in the depths of his blue.

The gravitation you had felt in that moment was the strongest force you have ever encountered, you were being pulled closer to him.

The depths of his gaze connected with your own.

A link that will forever remain, in both of your hearts.

A silent revelation.

The aching in the joints of his knees forgotten in the soft caress of your hands against his skin. The warmth of your palms breathing new life into his tired body. Then you smiled, one he had never cared to notice. The one he had just found out made his heart flutter and cheeks warm. The soft shape and the curve of your eyes was so comforting that he had almost forgotten his sadness entirely.

The warmth of your hands suddenly became suffocating, yet he would never back away, instead he drew nearer. His hands slowly unclench your clothing, his fingers now gentle, resting underneath your rib cage causing your eyes to soften. Even in a moment like this, he was still polite, never taking advantage of weakness.

Your heartbeat was beyond normal, the thundering in your chest echoing in your ears. The crease of your eyes displaying your undivided affection for the boy in front of you. He was staring back at you, lips pulled into a tiny tranquil smile, reddened eyes held a wonder you didn’t recognize. The soft strokes of your thumbs lulling him into a sense of solace.

It was then that he had realised, it was the people he had grown to love and care for that made every pain worth wiled. The suffering of life was never meant to be held alone. You share that burden with others, that is why they call them life challenges. They are challenges that happen to all people because every person is there to help you through it.

It was people like you that made it easier but-

There was no one else like you.

Pulling him in closer, breaking the unrelenting intimate gaze, you held him tightly against your chest. In one last effort to savour the feeling of closeness you had never experienced with him-or anyone else before.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around each other's figures. Enveloping the both of you with a sense of home that had not existed with anyone else.

Never in both of your entire lives had you felt so comforted by the embrace of another.

And there would be no one else.

~FIN~

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto x reader #naruto x reader oneshot #naruto fluff

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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M.LIST of Masterlists

MHA / BNHA

NARUTO

*blushy face*

#M.list #rules

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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Blog Update!!

Hey everyone!! I just wanted to apologise for my existing inactivity. I am just amongst my finale exams...

ALTHOUGH-

My ASK's are always open! I can't guarantee that I will be able to get to all of them in a timely manner but I would love to write any of your requests! I will most likely make dot-point stories / headcannons before making them into full fledged fic's if that's requested.

I will write, FLUFF, SMUT, ANGST.

The fandoms I now write for are:

MHA / BNHA

NARUTO

But please! If you have a thirst 3am thought about any characters-please do share! I’m always down for a little chat, even if you don’t really have a request!

Thank you all so much! <3

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c0nf3tt1 · 3 years

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I don’t mind really (Wally West x Reader)

Summary- both of you loved running, owo. Wally doesn’t know how to read social cues = pining

childhood rivals to friends to lovers

Warnings: smuty (but there's no 'kinks' as such) with a whole lot of plot/ really wholesome, lil angsty ;)

^let me know if there's anything else^

Word count: nearly 9000 (lmao)

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Attending the same primary and highschool was enough to drive them together, they also shared a passion for running.

There was nothing like the initial frustration that you feel when someone is just so much better than you at something. Y/n knew that it was a bad habit, but she couldn’t help the way she’d feel whenever he'd step onto the track, what was worse was that they were in the same team. In primary school there had been co-ed training and events, meaning that both Y/n and Wally had qualified in the same division.

Although she could not deny the way she felt the first time she saw him run from the side lines of his first solo competitive race. Normally people would not find running as encaptivating as she did, but the way his body moved-all she could do was admire. As she knew the difficulties associated with the sport. His form was perfect, body was like a warm knife through butter.

The rush of air flowing over her from where she stood, tickling the edges of her hair against the sides of her face. A determined smile cracks at the corner of her lips.

That was the day she knew she had to work harder. She had started training at her school oval three days a week after school. That was what she did, until their turning point in the first year of high school.

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He was curious at first, when he had found out about her late afternoon activities and started to wait around for her afterschool, although he can’t say exactly what he was waiting for. He knew it was only a matter of time before she had noticed,

He had made it a competition.

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Ever since the beginning of high school the coed teams had disbanded, separating the two of them. That day marked the beginning of her independence.

He had beaten her again, he had gotten impossibly faster in the last few months of first year high school.

It wasn't fair. She was the one busting her ass training but here he was waltzing in to training just to fuck with you. The worst part of it was that he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. The little asshole was just laughing at her puffed out state. Hands one her knees she lets out a soft word against his name.

“Uh? Sorry Y/n I can’t hear you over the sound of you eating my dust!” a patronizing chuckle fills her with a bubbling rage that has been building for the past few months.

“OH, shut up Wally!” whipping her furry filed eyes to the redhead she feels salty tears spill over the corners of her eyes, her breathing becoming ragged for another reason now.

“Yes I know that you are better than me ok? I fucking know!” a hiccup rips through her throat, she can barely see through her tearful eyes.

The state of her in that moment almost made Wally give into his impulses but for the first time he had hesitated,

Wally West, master of impulse,

Hesitated? He had never once thought twice before speaking his mind.

A spark of sorrow fluttered in his chest, he didn’t mean to make her feel-that was never his intention.

Looking back on it all, in that moment it had made sense, he could understand why she had reacted that way.

Then she spoke again, right when his mouth had gone dry with gilt.

“I’m the one who comes to each and every training session! I work my ass off everyday just so I can stand on the track and be in the team. So with you constantly waltzing out here to beat me in a race when I’m the only one training-do you have any idea how that feels?” Her anger softens slightly at the dumb founded look that crosses his face.

She scoffs in sarcastic amusement, rolling her eyes.

He didn’t understand, he had always been the best. He had never-would never have someone constantly remind him that he isn’t good enough at something that he loved to do.

“Of course you don’t, you are a naturally talented runner, and-I shouldn’t be mad at you for that.” she sighs, mumbling the last part to herself, closing her eyes slowly. It felt good to get that out in the air. For far too long has she let her teammate-friend-hold something over her.

Turning to leave him behind, not just physically but also to let go of her spite she’s held against him for a lengthy amount of time.

“Y/n! Wait please.” the sincerity in his voice shocked her still. She wasn’t used to him speaking without that teasing signature tone added in somewhere. Her curiosity provoked her to turn around again and spare him a glance over a shoulder, it often got the best of her, that curiosity.

“I-God. He’s gonna kill me-” with an anxious rub to the back of his neck Wally purses for a moment, she quirks a brow.

She had never seen him this way, not ever in the three years in primary school and this first year of high school,

Wally West was never vulnerable.

Always that happy-go-lucky class clown.

“Listen Y/n, I’m—”

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That was how she found out about who Wally West truly was, the new hero and prodigy of the Flash all after spilling her guts to him in their first high school year.

That was three years ago now, and since then they had grown impossibly inseparable. Y/n didn’t really know the real reason, but the best things happen for no reason.

After Wally admitted he only raced her to get her attention, and because he had just gotten his powers he knew he would’ve won either way.

That was one thing that Y/n had come to love about him, the fact that if he wanted too, he would be able to use his powers and no one would suspect a thing, but he never did.

Ever since that argument they had all that time ago he hasn’t used his powers on anyone on the track. She helped him understand in his cocky early days of being a superhero that speed isn’t everything. She had taught him, shown him one of the consequences of his powers.

She currently sat anxiously awaiting the alarming sound of the starting pistol, stiff legs bouncing in anticipation. The red number ‘37’ burned into her mind. That was his number.

Wally’s

The course voice of the referee fills the quiet air. She held her breath, and a lot was riding on this race. This was Wally’s chance to qualify for the state track and field tournament, junior league.

Last tournament of highschool, senior year.

The sudden crackle of the blank shell pierces the air-and just like that he was gone.

That was a great start.

A grin breaks out across her features.

She cheers as much as her lungs let her; she hears others do the same for their runners, not that he was hers. It was the last event that he would try out in. And considering this he was giving it his all, because if he didn’t then she’d have his ass- and not in the sexy way.

The stinging in his thighs matched that within her throat when he neared the finish line. Bouncing onto her feet coursing a slight phantom pain to shoot up her left ankle, but she couldn’t hold her excitement when he had completed the final leg in first place. Her cheeks stung with happiness.

Ever since that day she had learned not to get bitter over others and their success but to enjoy it with them.

His glistening skin and out of breath appearance all a show to fit in, after all he had just sprinted 500 meters in a whole new school record time.

“Y/N!!” His emerald green irises light up at the sight of her strutting her way towards him with a proud smirk dawning her unique features.

“Well sparky, I’m impressed-” she puts a hand on his shoulder, cringing slightly at the damp feeling of the sweaty fabric, leaning into his ear. She could feel his heat against her exposed skin. “That you fooled them yet again.” She whispered that last part, her hand that was resting on him giving an unnecessarily hard pat on the shoulder, sending her a playful glare he brushed her off with a grin.

“Well what can I say? I’m naturally talented.” standing tall once more in a mock pose, hands on his slim waist.

“Pfft. More like scientifically talented-” before she could stop and look away, she saw it and she wished she hadn’t, after all it wasn’t fair on her.

That adoring gaze that he had recently adorned occasionally when she would crack a joke or banter with him. But she had to ignore it.

Because if she didn’t then it would all be over.

“Nah, but really I’m proud of you Sparky.” she distracts herself with a closed-eyed smile.

Opening her lids just in time for her gaze to be trapped on a slight trickle of clear liquid that she had managed to catch running down the valley between his collar bones. She didn’t know why the sudden wave of heat flowed from her core up to her chest when she saw the tantalizing drag over soft skin.

A snicker breaks her haze momentarily, as Wally stretches his arms over his head. He begins walking across the field, the slightly damp grass bending under his feet, it was before school after all-although the sun had been up for quite the while. With half lidded eyes she follows his lead, the toned muscles in his back and shoulders tightening against the already attractively tight ‘Under Armor’ shirt.

She wanted to do things that a friend wouldn’t normally think about, her curiosity and want to fluster him becoming overwhelming. It wasn’t as if she wanted to take it further with him, but she always used to enjoy his reactions when they had first become friends.

After all he wasn’t used to the whole talking to girl’s thing, but ever since then his tolerance to her flirting has become far too high. Now he just spins it back on her, not that she minded really. In fact she liked the attention, especially when it came from him…

Maybe another time.

Ridding herself of her troublesome thoughts she opted to ground herself with the reality of their relationship, her reality.

She knew that there was a whole another world that separated them, it was like a bird being bound by a beetle. Sure the bird stays on land most of the time but it can also fly, it would be cruel to rid a bird of flight. She couldn’t do that, not to him. He had greater purpose, and she was just well-Y/n.

Not that there was anything wrong with that at all, it was just-he always made it feel so easy. To talk, deeply talk-she felt comfortable around, truly comfortable, and that in itself was very special.

“Com’on Y/n, just because you aren't racing at the moment doesn't give you the excuse to walk so slow!” the redhead had called out over the small distance from her to the edge of the track where he stood. The sweet but teasing tone to his voice prompted her to roll her eyes.

Walking extra slow to the edge of the field she stares at him with a deadpan look, him just sending a mischievous grin her way.

Slinging a sweaty arm over her shoulder when in reach, bubbles rising to her tummy with the close proximity. She jokingly gags, making horrific noises with her mouth. His laugh fills her ears as they subconsciously make their way to the locker rooms.

It had been a while since she stepped foot in there, it almost felt weird, when she knew the path there so well she had seen it in her dreams when Wally and her...never mind.

Ever since her injury two months ago she hadn’t been back to training, she missed it like nothing else, but she needed a bit of a push before she would let herself compete again.

“Why are you dragging me with you?” she huffed, pretending to protest verbally. Wally knew better though, if she wanted to be let go she would have not made such an effort to match his rhythm of steps.

“Well, with my job I haven't been able to spend much time with you lately soooo~” he didn’t look at her when he spoke, he didn’t need to. He knew that she would probably have that curious eyebrow furrow and tilted head. He loved making her look like that, so interested in one thing only, him.

“Um we literally have class in a few minutes-” she didn’t buy it, there had to be something else. Another reason, Wally was a touchy feely kind of guy, but she made sure he knew the boundaries with her from day-dot.

“-and speaking of which could you hurry up and get in there and change, your horrible smell is actually going to suffocate me.” she wasn’t lying, that was one thing that was constantly present in the sport locker room.

Sweaty toes.

After not coming here for a while her tolerance had significantly lessened. The smell strangling whenever anyone got near.

“Why don’t you come with me then? If you are so desperate to get me undressed?” that was intended to be a teasing joke, but for some reason it didn’t feel like it. The moment he had said that she had both stopped in front of the locker room door. He had turned slightly, his arm dragging hot a line to the middle of her shoulder blades.

His touch burning into her skin, through the layers of clothing separating the two of them. His smirk burning into her brain, he had a way of releasing a foggy haze in her mind.

Their gazes meet, she knew there was something there, in his beautiful sparkling green eyes. Full of so much hope and potential, it couldn’t be one sided this-thing-that was between them. It was times like this that she knew he felt it.

As if suddenly a thought crosses her mind, reminding her of what she had to do, slowly, hesitating, she moves away.

With a strained smile, she asks again why he brought her here.

“Well-” a sheepish rub to the back of his neck he continues “I noticed you have been avoiding this place, I just thought that maybe if you saw it-” a defeated sigh leaves her lips.

“-Maybe you would want to start track again-” a stiff silence washes over them. She knew this was coming.

So he had noticed that she was prolonging her recovery. Well of course he did, he wasn’t stupid, as much as he led others to believe.

She just brushes off his concerns with a wave of her hand.

“Don’t worry about it Wally-” before she could give another half-assed excuse she was cut off with a menacing green glare.

“What do you mean ‘don’t worry about it’? How am I not supposed to be worried about my best friend?” She flared at that.

How could he not understand that she was scared? Scared that he wouldn’t be there next time as well?

But all she could do was stutter out a false explanation.

“Wally, it still hurts-

“Bullshit Y/n! I'm not going to sit by and watch one of the most important people in my life give up on their passion!” he was staring her down now, she hated it when she saw him like this. She couldn’t handle him being upset with her, as pathetic as that sounds.

Her gaze falling to the floor, a sudden wave of defeat crashing over her shoulders and up her neck, the unpleasant tingles prickling her. She knew he was right. She loved running, and she was giving up. With one last deep breath, she ignores the stench of the locker room, a hard glare forming on her features.

“Help me then.” she finally spoke in a soft voice.

He knew what she was asking, every cell in his body let go of his anger at the sound. Placing a warm, gentle hand on her upper arm. It was crazy how such a simple touch could mean so much from someone like him. Bowing his head slightly he tries to catch her gaze from her down casted look. Once he did a dazzling smile sparkled a flutter within her core, he agreed.

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She had started her insurance training three weeks ago, with new found inspiration. Her training partner was absent for that period of time. The redhead had either been on some mission or training with ‘the team’.

Although she did miss the almost daily training the two of them usually did she understood the reasons for his absences. She couldn't help but worry, not for his safety, she knew he could take care of himself but that with him ultimately forgetting her. He wouldn’t, she truly believed that but-when you care about an individual so much and know they have better things to do-Y/n can’t help but worry.

But then she would get a phone call, at unholy hours of the night. She knew it could only be one person.

Wally had made a bad habit of relying on her whenever he needed comfort, because even with his outgoing personality and normally charming comments-he couldn’t hold it all in. not in the early black hours of the morning.

She always picked up. He couldn't describe how thankful he was, especially to her. With a soft anxious voice, he would begin with a clumsy flirty comment, she knew it was his way of breaking the ice so she would let it slide. She never rushed him because she knew that he would tell her of the horrors that he had faced when he was ready, and only if he was ready.

Sure, those calls were rare but when they happened she knew he needed her, just like she needed him now.

It was a mutual understanding that wouldn’t-couldn’t be replaced and that was how she was able to say confidently that their relationship was strong. He would come back.

Today she was finally ready to start running again, and somehow he was there to cheer for her, he did have a way of showing up at the last second. Or maybe she was subconsciously holding out until he was able to be there.

She still felt queasy at the thought of running without him, last time she did was then it happened.

She had broken her left ankle and she was stranded on the track until the janitors came to change the bins on the school oval two hours after. So yes, she was afraid that would happen again as unrealistic as that sounds.

Wally stood with his arms folded with an equally determined look in his eye that she held, her gaze peering down the curve of the track. That was something that he had admired, the determination to succeed was so overwhelming for her. So when she lost that for a while, it really freaked him out. He told himself it was because he didn't agree with giving up, but he just couldn't stand not seeing that certain sparkle in her abnormally endearing eyes.

She had tort him take everything one step at a time, and thank god she did otherwise he would have missed that light that she always seemed to carry effortlessly whenever she made a promise to herself or others, like-really had her eyes set on something…

Crouched over, right foot on the starting peddle she adjusted her fingers and looked straight ahead of her, eyes bending around the course. Her heart was beating at its loudest, the thumping echoing in her ears. The tingles of adrenaline swirling in the depths of her tummy.

With the sudden yell from Wally-she had pushed off, quickly forgetting any previous pain she might have held onto. She moved in perfect form, the ark in her back perfectly inline. The burning in her calves only fuelling her, Wally felt nothing but pride, it was like she hadn’t just taken a three month break from running.

In no time she was over the line. Both metaphorically and physically.

The sudden burst of euphoria filling her veins, and she couldn’t help but release a squeal. She had done it. Turning she sees Wally making his way over to her slowly, he had a knowing grin plastered on his cheeks. With a certain glow of relief flowing out of him discreetly.

Refusing to contain her excitement, Y/n begins jumping on the balls of her toes. In her erratic behaviour she loses her balance.

The sudden feeling of freefall rushes up her stomach, a sickening feeling of dread forces its way through her happiness, before the connection with the hard ground.

A sharp yelp pierces the air around her. With widened eyes she desperately searches for something to hold onto.

The throbbing in her ankle had caused her to stumble again before-strong, warm arms encased her upper torso from behind.

She freezes up, stunned-but not afraid.

Wally's forearm wrapped around the centre of her tummy, just underneath her breasts, the warm contact sending a rush of heat shivering through her.

A shaky breath leaves him, snaking his head into the cavity of her neck he breathes deep.

“Fuck Y/n, please be careful.'' He sighed. The despair held within his voice shocked her, she wasn’t used to that tone.

Blinking a few times she gains a grip on the situation. Her best friend was holding her from behind, his chest arcing into hers, his warmth and smell so comforting. Her left hand tightens around his arm desperately, her ragged breathing slowing.

Although the soft pulsing in her right ankle distracted her and all too soon he was guiding her slowly to the ground, soothing over her pain with sweet words in the canal of her ear.

Twisting her around he slowly eases her down onto the chalky ground that was just underneath both of her feet as she made her first real improvement in months. Once she was settled, he crouches down in front of her. Carefully taking her calf into his rough hands, he spares a quick glance to her eyes.

Asking if it was ok,

That was-really nice, no matter the situation he always asked. Even with the growing magnetic pull that was luring them into each other.

With a slight reassuring nod, his left hand moves to support the sole of her running shoe, his right gliding under her Achilles tendon. Rough fingers sending prickles through the cells of her ankle.

“I’m just going to keep the shoe on ok? Just to keep the swelling down.” his soft tone a deep contrast to his earlier panic. Y/n wanted to tell him that it wasn’t that bad, that already the pain was subsiding, but she couldn’t help but keep her mouth shut. Him-being this close to her-caring for her this way. She couldn’t let it end so quickly.

Some might call her an attention whore, but when everyday she sees him look up-and-down at other girls and flirt with that one chick in their investigating science class...she needed some time with him, the real him. The Wally that's all fuzzy and coy, bashful and a real hero. An adoring smile sparks at her lips.

His surprisingly smooth hands, it really made her wonder. That such care, awareness and tenderness could come from the ‘class-clown’, the ‘bull at the gate’ Wally West. His hands cupping her ankle, supporting the weight with all ten of his fingers. Tearing her gaze from his skilled digits, her eyes settle on the concentrated expression plastered on his face.

A purple haze suddenly clouds her vision, the caramelized glow cast upon his milky skin because of the setting sun, the piercing green of his eyes cutting through any barriers she had tried desperately to keep up over the course of their relationship, she always thought she knew that it was all a joke to him, but the way he was now caring so intently for her-she couldn’t help but feel the littlest bit of hope.

Then he catches her staring, the close proximity becoming clear to him in that moment. The look of surprise flickers across his face, that was closer to hers then it ever has been. Before common sense could ruin this moment, she leans closer to him slightly. A hypnotic trance prying her closer. His half-lidded eyes inviting her in.

Then she feels it, a soft buzz vibrates up her left leg-straight through her core. The unexpected sensation raised a sensual sound from deep within her throat.

His lidded eyes snap open instantly. As if realising what just happened he immediately pulls away, falling back on his hands. The flare of his cheeks nearly matched the intense colour of his hair, but Y/n wasn’t much better.

Sure, she felt embarrassed about the noise that he had practically ripped out of her but she was still preoccupied with the entanglement of his limbs with hers. The heat between her thighs accommodate the growing saliva in her mouth. Her body was reacting in a way that it hadn’t before-but she knew exactly what was going on.

He had seemingly read her mind because in an instant he was on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. Now that the distance had grown between them she finally realised the repercussions of what had happened.

Ouch-

He had shut himself off again, and so had she. With a forced cough he offers a hand to her, she refuses his gentlemanly gesture and that catches him off guard.

Without any prompting she's also up on her feet again, only applying half her body weight onto her injured foot. His questioning gaze follows her back when she begins to turn her back. He can’t bring himself to explain so he just stutters out an obligated ‘sorry’.

It wasn’t the fact that he had vibrated that made her upset, it was more the down right rejection of it all. He seemed almost disgusted, with whom she didn’t know.

“It’s fine really Wally, I'm ok now. Thanks.” sending a quick smile over her shoulder she gathers her things a little slower than normal. Subconsciously giving him optimal time to break the tension. He didn’t and neither did she.

They both knew each other after all, they'd go home tonight and tomorrow morning it wouldn't have happened.

That's what they did, well who knows if Wally had some hero stuff to do, but she told herself she didn’t care. She couldn’t care, it wasn’t good for her.

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She couldn’t forget what happened, and she knew that he wouldn’t either. She’d be damned if Wally did something about it though.

After all, maybe it was a misunderstanding and he didn’t brrrrrrrrrrrrr on her leg because he was uncomfortable? But he leaned in-I, he-

A growl of frustration rumbles within her throat. How had things become so complicated. Rolling onto her left-hand side, she hunches slightly, Y/n had turned the AC on to a temperature that wasn’t her ideal. But she knew that with Wally’s constant high body temp that he would get hot easily. He had said it was something to do with his increased bodily-blah blah. She sighs, was she really going to go to all of the trouble-Y/n’s eyes glaze over the limited scenery that is visible from her bedroom window. Was she overthinking it?

A part of her hoped that she was. As she found herself almost giving in to that desperate feeling. The feeling she only got when he would give her his undivided attention for longer than necessary.

She wouldn’t ruin anything, no way in hell was she going to give up on her strongest support network-because as much as she hated to admit it, she needed him.

The crease in her brow softens slightly, she was expecting Wally to rock up any moment now. He had invited himself over on his day off. Hopefully this time the hangout won’t be cut short.

Did he need her the way she needed him?

It was only a few nights ago, Wally he-he had called her again. This time he completely cut short his routine, when she had picked up her phone that night-she had never heard him like that. The first twenty eight minutes of the call had just been a mess of an explanation on his part.

It had taken her awhile to grasp what had happened, something about a little girl half way across the world, and how he allowed himself to get distracted.

“Y-Y/n, what if I-?” he had continued to say. She wasn’t really sure, but she was there to listen. She always was.

About forty minutes into the call she noticed that Wally was fading fast, she knew, and she wasn’t far behind. He had calmed down substantially, her soothing words had managed to break through his self loathing. The grogginess, and slurred tone of his voice are clear signs of Wally’s tiredness.

She was prepared to give into her own desire to hang up and finally get some much needed sleep-but then she heard-

“I’m, so glad y-ou’re here-” she had heard him gulp, “but I wish you were here-” his tone of desperation laced with sincerity, struck her forcing her eyes open in shock. The vulnerable tone pressed a weight against her heart.

A warm smile flickers across her now alert features, cheeks flaring.

“I do too.” he swore he had never heard her say anything the way she said those three words, and it wasn’t because of the phone line.

He didn’t have to say anything and neither did she, they knew exactly where they stood with each other in that moment. The whelmed comfort that had brushed over them, the peace and contentment soothing them into a blissful state of longing within their dreams that night.

He needed her too.

The familiar piercing ring of her doorbell sounded throughout the empty home. Wally had opted to come over on their free day within their classes, no school, no parents, just them.

Hanging out.

Ever since the incident at the oval, she had been more on edge when around him. Not because she was uncomfortable-no-she just wanted to see where things would lead in a more relaxed setting-. Not that she thought anything would happen as such-but she wanted it too, god did she want it too.

Almost as soon as the ringing subsided she felt a sudden rush of air, he had sped into her room.

“So, what’re we gonna do today that's Beautiful?”

It had been over an hour since Wally had come over, he had insisted on staying in and watching movies all day. Not that Y/n minded really, it was rare for them to spend anytime together that wasn’t involved with school or running. So it was nice for him to do something normal, with one of the most gorgeous girls he had seen who also happened to be his best friend. Needless to say he was grinning ear to ear the entire time.

One thing that had struck her odd, the fact that Wally had addressed her anything but her name. After he had just come back from the kitchen with two cups of unhealthy liquids, he had handed her one, “A sweet drink for a sweet girl.” he had whispered, almost scared to commit to his line. Before settling next to her, between the excess amount of pillows,

She had giggled to disguise her confusion, that was the fourth term of endearment she had heard from him.

It wasn’t until halfway through the second movie did she notice the cooling temperature of the makeshift movie room. She had managed to curl her body into the pillows to her left, hugging herself without her consciousness. It had come on suddenly, but there was no way that she was going to move away and get the blanket that was comfortably nestled into the twin couch a few feet away and miss the potential opportunity of being so close to his body. Besides, his body heat had been seeping into her from the pillow boundary between them. If she moved the tiniest bit closer she would feel his skin on hers, and be warm, so much warmer.

Sparing a quick glance out of the corner of her eye the sudden flutter in her chest making her movements a little clumsy. Wally’s arm had managed to snake its way behind her shoulders, resting atop the backing of the couch. He manages to catch her gaze for a moment, his warm green eyes flicker down to her torso, before realisation crosses his face.

“This is gonna sound weird but-” Wally’s comforting voice cuts through the obnoxious sounds of the TV, a slight tremor sounds in his throat. “Are you cold? I could-I mean we-”

He was asking but he had already moved the pillows that had sit squished between them.

“Yeah, thanks.” she knew what he had meant to say, and from the cheesy grin spread against Wally’s cheeks, he was thankful he didn’t have to elaborate. It wasn’t as if it was the first time, they had snuggled up to watch something together, but somehow, it felt different this time.

She didn’t move from her curled-up position next to him, she just waited for him to decide what he wanted to do. She wanted to know how he would hold her.

With a soft russell and a slight dip in the cushions next to her back, a wave of warmth flowed up her back. She could feel him hesitate, his soft gaze trained onto her face, that she had kept facing away from him. Acting much more interested in the action-comedy playing on her TV screen.

Y/n had noticed his slight purse and opted to raise her right hand and gentle pat the empty space behind her. Just to let him know that it was ok. With a slight shuffle he had scooted against her back, wrapping his lean arm just underneath her ribcage. With a delicate touch he held her. He adjusted her head to rest on his left outstretched arm, folding their bodies together. The warmth was volcanic, and it caused her to involuntarily shiver once he had fully encased her. The tickle of his hair against her ear was slightly irritating but she couldn’t bring herself to move, out of fear that this would all fade away and she would still be there. cold.

“Wow, you really are freezing Princesses.” The buzz of Wally’s voice had run through the cavity of her neck. An abrupt swallow followed by a stuttered response was all she could muster. His smell became increasingly intoxicating, with each passing minute of the movie she had long forgotten.

Five, that was the fifth one.

Although, she really had to move that bit of fiery hair out of her ear before she rips it out. She hadn't noticed where her hands were resting until she moved her right to her ear, her left hand was entangled with his fingers, how?

A flush of red inflamed her cheeks, thank god he was facing away from her. With a soft “hold on” she sits up slightly finally releasing the itching feeling in her ear, with a content sigh she flops back down into the soft cushions. A soft chuckle rumbles behind her, that was accompanied by an adoring smile. Shifting in her laid down position, she jets out her hip half-straddling the couch. The skin of her bare legs soft against the front of his clothed thighs. The rips in his jeans provide only a little bit of skin on skin contact. But that was enough to encourage his buzzing.

With a deep inhale Wally had tensed up. He had intended to breathe in to calm himself from the rising heat in his tummy but all it did was bite him in the ass. Her perfume that was delicately spritzed along the valley of her neck had infected his senses. He hadn’t realised he had closed his eyes until he had heard a soft sigh leave Y/n’s lips. His half lidded gaze trailing down her body, so warm against his chest. The hypnotizing curve of her hips distracting him from his inner restraint. As if on its own accord, his leg moves behind the back of her outstretched one.

A gentle gasp sounds through her, as his hand slowly draws circles over the soft fabric of her top, his leg slung under her. Him fitting perfectly between her. She had noticed his quickened breathing. He had tilted his head so his mouth was resting behind her clavicle, nose over her shoulder.

He breathed in deep, a small rumble vibrated through her.

She felt it then, more than she ever has, his breathing against her neck, the soft smell of his cologne. The way he had just adjusted his thigh against her ass. It drew a soft desperate breath out of her. His sickly-sweet voice had cut through the air, the faintest of sounds yet she had heard him perfectly.

“I’m so glad you are here.” that had struck something within her, he had remembered that night, an overcoming feeling of utter helplessness, she knew now that she was defenceless against him.

She had to figure out if he wanted the same as she.

She could not wait anymore.

If he were going to pretend this never happened that would be ok, she didn’t care anymore,

Testing the boundaries, she had smoothed her hips over his. In a slow rhythmic fashion. A low droll escaped him, tickling her hypersensitive eyes. The friction sparking a familiar feeling within her, one that was only intensified with Wally being the course of it.

He had stopped tracing patterns through her shirt, opting to grab her hips tightly, without ceasing her movements. She had long closed her eyes, her movements becoming more incessant, long lost in the feeling of him.

A sudden hiss raises in the back of his throat, he needed to gain control before all was lost.

“Y-Y/nnn~” it was devilishly subtle, but she heard it, and she stopped. After all, not saying no doesn’t mean yes.

It had struck her then, what if he-? Nonono-

Before she could speculate any further, his husky tone filed her ears.

“So good-why’d you stop?” It was his turn to rut against her. The electrifying hum shooting through her, his hand moving too slowly rub against the bare skin of her thigh. Then she knew that he want-needed her as much as she needed him.

All those years of feeling like she didn’t deserve to be by his side, as a best friend and teammate, it all faded away, when he had started to kiss at her neck. So gentle and closed mouthed, it almost stung. His hand had gilded back to her chest, hesitating asking if it was ok.

It still made her smile, even in the situation she was in, he was still the wholesome sparky she knew and loved-

Loved

Warmth filled her chest.

With a quick nod, he gilded his hand to outline the shape of her chest. Recuperating with an especially hard drag against his hardening cock. A moan fills the air between them drawing Wally’s mouth from her neck, a whimper following out of her own throat in response. In one act of desperate fever, Wally cranes his left arm around her head and underneath her chin, guiding her with a cupped hand.

He ceases her hips in place, a warmth in his striking green eyes. A sparkle glistening within them that she just can’t describe. Panting breaths mix in the small distance between them.

Her irises impossibly expanded, he has never seen anything so beautiful, not in his entire life. Her stunningly unique features had wooed him from the beginning, would he ever tell Y/n that-not a chance. But right now, none of that mattered anymore, because you were here, with him, like he had wanted for so long.

In a gentle movement he had shimmied from behind her, easing himself carefully over the slope of her thigh. The outside of his hand carefully stroking the side of her cheek.

She closed her eyes, waiting for him. He was finally doing what he had dreamed of ever since the first time she had picked up the phone on one of his late-night calls.

How she had made him feel safe, cared for, and how she reminded him of who he was, not what he was expected to be by the team.

In a painstakingly long build up he finally slid his lips over hers, it was instant. The gentle passion flowed into them. They knew then, better than ever, how they felt for one another. She knew that it wouldn’t be a regretful action. By the way he was caressing her, the soft push and pull of his cherry lips as he craned his head to the side.

This was better than anything, she had kissed people that she liked before, but she felt it with him. And she knew that for anyone who hadn’t found it yet was missing out-BIG TIME.

It stayed innocent for a while, the desperation slowly building between them. Sliding away from behind her, she had attempted to follow him, adjusting her position so she was leaning back onto her forearms. Flushed and wanting. He had sat straddling her left thigh, leaning away from her.

He almost groaned at the sight of her half-lidded eyes drinking him in with so much desperation. He wished he could take a photo of the rare sight of her blushed cheeks.

Becoming impatient she slowly trails her fingers into her mouth, encasing them between the red lips, while remaining eye contact the entire time. After she was satisfied with the wetness she outstretches her dominant hand to the valley between his pecks, tracing a line in the middle of his chest. The white fabric of his T became translucent with the action. Referencing the memory of that one race, the one he had taken her to the locker room right after, the one that inspired her to start running again.

She had wanted to do so many things when she saw that hypnotizing drizzle. Wondering lower to the front of his black jeans she teases him with tips of her still damp fingers, leaving a sticky string in her wake.

He throws his head back he mumbling a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath. His hand encases her wrist bringing it up to his mouth, planting a soft kiss to the back of her knuckles.

"Next time-"

In a swift action she pulled him down by the shirt, his arms instinctively resting on either side of her head.

Reuniting their lips, he angles her head to the left slightly delving his tongue into the shallow waters of her cavity. A pleased moan, hums through him. After all he did have experience, but she still had a way of making him the little virgin he once was, and he didn't mind that really.

Rolling his lower body into hers, she wraps her bare leg around his slim waist.

The insufferable heat had reached them, and she was practically begging to release herself from the clothing that had restricted her for far too long. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder she pushes him away slightly. The crushed look that she is met with almost makes her laugh, he looked like a sore puppy.

With a sultry smile she shimmies her way out of her loose top, and bralette slowly, drawing it out for the sake of teasing him. It didn’t help that he thought the colour looked incredible on her. She made a show of the endeavour, undoing the back strap before seductively shimmying out of the straps one at a time. Wally was stunned, sure he had heard her talk big game, but he never thought that she would follow through with it all. His cock only hardened with her little show.

“You’re so gorgeous...”

That look flooded into her eyes, and he felt proud that he was definitely the course of it.

Cheeks inflamed, he followed her lead, clumsily throwing his shirt onto the ground next to them, before delving back in like a man starved. He needed to feel her, in every way that he could think of. He knew he couldn’t prolong it much longer, he was already painfully hard and with the little whimpers she was making with every drag of his hips against hers ringing in his ears-

A shiver tingled the length of his spine when her nails trailed along his neck. A vibrating sensation arouses a eager reaction in her movements, he had gotten lost in the feeling and lost control of his powers,

“H-mmmhmhm”

That had her throbbing.

“Wally-” an impassioned wine leaves her when he begins to remove her bottoms before she knew they were off. His hips nestled between hers, he lifted her leg up enough for him to protrude into her opening.

One fluid motion, and he was seeing stars, right here, in front of him. Beneath him, in the eyes of the girl who was too good for him.

Her breath hitched at the painful stretch.

“Y/n-” sudden fear struck his body, what if he wasn’t good enough?! She would never want to be with him again-

A sudden movement encased the back of his neck, forearms locking together, harshly pulling him towards her.

“you never could read social cues-” with a sweet smile she shut him up with another passion filed kiss.

The feeling of being encased by her, her smell, her sounds. The way she was delicately running her nails through the hair at the base of his neck, it had become too much. Losing control, Wally was a buzzing mess.

A loud groan ripped from the back of her throat, Wally’s thrusting had slowed down immensely, contrasting his earlier pounding. The vibration had left her mouth open and even more desperate than she's ever been in her life. The sight of him above her, flushed eyes clenched in pleasure from feeling her. Was enough to make her moan so loud her throat hurt. The addicting feeling thudding within her body. He had opted to grasp her upper thigh, the heat of his hand spreading into her like an infection that wouldn’t go away.

Her thighs encased him into her, the desperation the both of them felt was insufferable. She was close, and she hoped to god that he was too. The heated pants against her left ear had intensified, her foggy hearing clearing suddenly at the coherent-but barely clear words that flowed from his lips.

“Please, Y/n-please.” he had wined, craning his head to stare into her eyes.

“Will you give me all of you? Please I wan-I need you. Only you. Only you-hhhgnnnnaa”

“Yes , Wally-please-I’m yours” her teary gaze moved him to push himself even harder, the impact of her words filled him with such euphoria His left hand clasping onto hers, they held each other harder then ever before.

And they knew that they would never be able to let it go.

I’m yours

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There he stood, number ‘37’. The crisp autumn air tensing his muscles.

This was his last chance to represent their high school in the junior tournament.

He had glanced to the side of the track, by the waiting stands.

“Can all male 200 metre sprinters in the age group 19 please proceed to track side.” the echoing voice asked.

Her excited smile flowing waves of admiration and adrenaline through his chest. The gleam in her eyes was contagious.

He had promised her that he would stand here, for the both of them. Because winning wasn’t so selfish after all, not if he chose to win with someone else and boy-did he feel he had won with her by his side.

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Finger Nails (Dick Grayson x reader)

Summary-Dick Grayson has always been a sucker for women who knew how to look after themselves, whether it be in a fight, or just in appearance. So when he started to notice that only two of your fingers of your dominant hand had chipped nail polish and shape, let’s just say he was intrigued.

Warnings: smut with a whole lot of plot (not really 'kink' related, just desperate $ex lmao)

Word count: 6924 (strap in boys)

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Dick Grayson has always been a sucker for women who know how to look after themselves, whether it be in a fight or just in appearance.

He also likes to think that he is very observant, and what could he say? it was “The detective in him” he’d always flirt with a shit eating grin that would make almost every person through puberty swoon, and would almost certainly piss anyone off that already knew him.

So when he started to notice that only two of your fingers of your dominant hand had chipped nail polish and shape, let’s just say he was intrigued.

You were one of those girls previously described, the type who looked after themselves. You took pride in your appearance, and that certainly wasn’t a bad thing.

Although he knew at a moment’s notice, you would be able to have anyone at your mercy with those skilled hands-and for Dick, that just made it a whole lot worse. Knowing that you could control a situation with just a simple touch really set a spark within him.

One thing Dick had always noticed was your hands, your shapely wrists, and oh- how you moved your delicate fingers. Whenever you were typing on the bat computer or threading them within your beautiful locks, it really got to him.

Not to mention, whenever you would give a friendly shoulder pat of encouragement or a ruffle to the hair Dick couldn’t help but think you were purposely teasing him.

He didn’t always see you this way, but he couldn’t remember when these troublesome thoughts first entered his consciousness. Whether it be one lonely night at the cave or on patrol, or just a while ago when Kori had broken up with him. Sure it felt wrong to fantasize about other women when you had just moved back home after one year spending everyday with another. That’s why Dick had moved back to Wayne manor after all, to get away from Titans tower for a little while just so he could get his head in the game.

Letting out a puff of breath, Dick groans, rubbing his rough hands over his usually joyful face.

“Room for one more?” That sweet, melodic rasp just Caused his eyes to widen. He was currently in the cave being the shit out of them innocent punching bag, he had been in there many more hours since he had come back two weeks before, and he knew she was starting to notice. His uncharacteristic violence is starting to take a toll on him, and she noticed that too.

“Sure.” A simple one word answer that actually meant many different things, and her being trained by the Dark Knight helped her decipher those hidden meanings. He would’ve seen her raise a brow if he had turned to look at her at all when she came in.

Soft steps patting against the gym mats helped Dick pinpoint y/n’s exact location, he could either blame his excessive training for that but he knew the real reason. Ever since he came back to the manor he has had a hard time relaxing in y/n’s presence. Normally he wouldn’t feel such pressure as he was always the one to make others feel comfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was the way she was treating him recently, like a sore puppy, after she found out about him and Kori.

Her beautiful eyes were so caring and full of sympathy whenever she held a conversation with him. It kind of made him mad, because every time he held her gaze across the room he would be reminded of his broken heart with each sympathetic smile.

Furrowing his brows he just ups to hit the bag even harder, landing a round-house kick that spears a sharp slap through the open plan gym, it echoes off the walls, making it seem a little louder than the initial impact.

“Shit! Dick, are you alright?” A surprised yelp rips from her throat. She must’ve been in pretty deep thought if that had scared her.

‘She was probably just trying to think of a way to make me feel better’

He was breathing heavily now, beads of sweat dripping down his brow. It was cool, a much needed refreshment after his heated thoughts a moment ago, but no he was not alright. He couldn’t say that to her face after all, not when the reason for all of his inward battling was indirectly her fault.

A gentle hand smooths this over his right shoulder blade, landing between the valley of his neck and collarbone. That was weird, he didn’t hear her coming.

“Dick?” There it was again, that voice that was unnecessarily tempting. She was speaking right at his ear that time, the warmth of her body that was so close to touching his-God did he just want to give into his desire at that moment.

Sharing a glance onto her hand, he notices it again. Her middle and index finger nails are relatively shorter than the others on her hand. Furrowing his brow further and before he can stop himself he’s already asking.

“Why are your middle and index fingers the only ones with shorter nails?” Wow, how subtle. He wasn’t too sure as to why he was so curious in the first place, it wasn’t any of his business, but then again making it your business is-like the slogan of the BatFamily.

Before he knows it she’s withdrawing her hand back to her side, he wants to reach out and ask her to keep it there but he with strains himself.

“Don’t avoid the question Blue-” her tone is sterner now and he can’t help but feel the sudden anger that fills his core at that. Why did she have to insist on treating him like a heartbroken teenager! Sure she was probably just worried about him but still, it was really getting on his nerves.

A sharp breath leaves his nose creating a small whistle with the force, his breathing eerily steady now. “Could you please drop it.” Finally he turns his body to face hers, he knew that was a bad idea as soon as his glare trailed down her body. Workout clothes far more revealing than what he was used to seeing her in, it felt like an invitation for him to drool. No he was still made.

Then she just smiles lopsidedly with her eyebrows creased, he wasn’t expecting that. Most people were genuinely afraid when Dick got angry, but not her it seemed. Wow what really happened while he was gone for a year living the high life as the leader of the Titans?

“Good. Use that.”

“Use what?” He couldn’t help but question.

“Your angry with me right? Or you're mad about something right? So use that to be more productive in fighting instead of beating the shit out of something that car to fight back. Come’ on Dick I thought you were the caring one out of the boys~?” A challenging smirk dawned her unique features.

That was one thing he loved about her, she was like nothing he’d ever seen, wait

‘Loved’?

She was provoking him,

on purpose

but he didn’t want to deal with this right now, not when he just subconsciously dropped the ‘L’ word so casually…it had only been three months since the break up, and there was no way he was going to allow himself any bit of pleasure for a while. It wouldn’t be fair to Kori, or his once deep feelings for her.

“No thanks, some other time.” Turning around he sets out to do another few reps before finishing up for the day, thankfully y/n didn’t try to bring his Previous relationship up for the rest of the day.

But if there was one thing that she hated, it was being ignored, even when he had perfect reason to be broken, but he didn’t have to treat her that way...he had been so dismissive ever since he had come back to the manor, and knowing he had been having a hard time she started to visited more often, offering affectionate touch that she knew he liked as it made him feel more at home and even tried to start conversations more often, but they always ended the same.

That way…

And what was with that question?

It was so out of the blue, does that mean

He knows?

There's no way, has never been around when she-

All she could do was huff, she had been sitting in the same position lounging over one of the press up bars for over 13 minutes straight trying to think of new ways to bring Dicks treasured smile back.

She had a certain...attachment to him. One that was different from the rest of the boys, if it wasn’t for his devilishly handsome physic then for the countless opportunities he’s had over the years they’ve known one another, to make fun of her but didn’t, even when the situation was so hilarious that he had to excuse himself as to not laugh at her. Or maybe it was the endlessly caring behaviour that he showed to all people.

She just felt this sense of belonging that only he could bring out in her. That was probably why she was trying so hard in the first place. She wanted to be close to him, maybe in her own strange way, was using Dicks current situation to her advantage to get close with him again?

Of course she felt terrible about the reason he was suddenly back into their lives, but a part of her couldn’t help but feel a little giddy over the chance to see him more often.

If there was one thing she never truly understood about Dick Grayson, it would be his ability to make her feel like a high school girl-when in fact she was anything but.

She was in her second year out of high school, she was mature to say the least. She’d been in relationships before although she never stayed around too long, had sex, gotten drunk, seen shit that had made her have to clamp her hand over her mouth as to not throw up on the spot on patrol with Bruce.

She was no high school girl

So why did she feel like everything was brighter when Blue was around? Let’s be honest she knew the answer but she’ll be damn if she lets someone else have that power over her again, especially not a man.

“You’ve been awfully quiet, I would’ve half expected you to at least give Big Jay a smile on my way in? after all we barely see each other any more.”

she couldn’t help but roll her eyes “‘Big Jay’? Jason I’m the same age as you.” Y/n let’s her gaze drift to the tallest, and arguably the most muscular of the four Bat-Sons. There in all his glory-stood a ready and rearing Jason Todd. Motorcycle helmet in hand, he cracks a smirk.

“Ah, there she is. But I should have you know that age and experience aren’t the same thing Y/n.” Jason had found his way onto the training mat now, looming just a few feet away from where she had been lounging in a surprisingly comfortable position.

She didn’t flinch, she was used to this game that Jason liked to play. It was almost like He always had to subconsciously challenge others in the room for authority, but she never gave him the satisfaction, and that’s why it became something he enjoyed so much. He hoped that one day he would be able to make her crack, but as long as she had her right mind, that was never going to happen.

With a few moments of intense eye contact Jason’s sultry half lidded look is replaced with boredom,

She’s not having it today, worth a try

“But seriously-what’s got you all quite?” This time his tone was noticeably different, genuine concern seeping into his sentence slightly and she noticed. With that she softened her glare towards the hunk, before trailing her gaze down.

Uh-oh. He knew that look, something was bothering her and he knew she was gonna tell him what it was. But the only real reason he asked was he thought that she would just brush him off like she normally did and what was abnormal about the current situation-ah.

“It’s about Dick right?”

That made her nearly choke on her saliva, she tried not to look too surprised because after all Jason has known her for nearly as long as Dick had. Not that she felt close to Dick at the moment she knew that with her outgoing personality she would be dead before giving up on becoming Jason’s friend, and unfortunately for him when it came to that level of persistence-he had given in. To shut her up.

But that didn’t stop him from developing a soft spot for her, as she is the only girl who he has become friends with without any other agenda at play.

She could feel her heartbeat quicken a little, of course it was about Dick-it always was and she just had to ignore how he might’ve figured that out. For her own sake and sanity.

“It’s just-ever since he’s come back he hasn’t been the same-” a sigh leaves her lips as she finally makes a move to stand from her previous contortion.

“Of course he hasn’t, he’s just lost his first real commitment.

Y/n had never thought of it that way, maybe because she didn’t want to, but after all you are always extra butt hurt after your first great disappointment.

“Of course he’s broken after that, why do you think I’m not held down?”

“Because you're a pain in the ass that drinks straight from the carton? Not to mention your serious daddy AND mummy issues-”

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It had been four months since Dick had moved back in, seven since the break-up. Somewhere along the way Dick had started to open backup to everyone again.

Although there were still noticeable differences in his behaviour, Y/n didn’t know if it was because of the fact Dick had lost some of his sparky personality to maturity or if he was still holding back from them, from her.

And that's why she felt quite awkward at this moment, Tim had invited her to train with him and Dick. The cheeky bastard had figured out that her recent behaviour had only one reason, Dick Grayson was back in town. Her prolonged visits, skimpier clothing and her soft touches. Although at first Tim proposed that it was only her caring attitude that would be normal to show to a friend, especially with how close they seemed to be back before Dick took his leave to ‘find himself’.

Then he started to notice the effect that she had on the older boy, Tim could tell that it was affecting him in a way that was so unlike the first Robin, she could fluster him. Red face that could otherwise be blamed on Batman's tough training routine, but Tim Drake knew better.

He didn’t think that Y/n was trying to use Dicks vulnerable state to get with him, it was more of a desperation, a need to be close with him, that he could make out, she felt. Knowing her personally, he knew that this behaviour indicated something much deeper on her side.

And to be frank, Tim was fed up with her one sided pining. Four months is enough time. It just reminded Tim of himself, and that in itself was pathetic, no one of her level of self confidence should bend so easily. So that's what brings him here at Dick Grayson's bedroom door.

It was either time for her to suck it up and tell or for her to move on.

Blue sponge mats painted the floor, the soft tickle of the felt against his toes. He had always felt at home on the doughy surface, it reminded him of the time he had spent with his other family, the one he was raised in. These thoughts always plagued Dicks mind when he felt at his emptyist, he often found himself torn between the ground and the sky, but the thing about the sky was, you were destined to fall.

The tight burn in his pecks reminded him of his strong root to the ground, releasing an exasperated sigh, Dicks arms fell to his sides. The aching thud pulsing down his arms to his strong wrist and fingers, his own nails chipped and uneven.

Finger nails

She never answered his question, as dumb as it sounds the more a simple query like that could really keep a man up at night, ok maybe not any man but Dick Grayson.

It wasn’t so much the answer that was bothering him but the fact that he couldn’t figure it out himself. There was no logical explanation for a woman like her to have only two chipped nails. She always kept herself presentable, he supposed her up-bringing had something to do with it. Growing up in high status tended to set you for life. But unlike most, she had never been able to keep her mouth shut, and come to think of it, that was probably the real reason she and him had become such great friends.

Soft steps echoed through the open plan gym, he heard them over his now calm breathing.

Y/n was here.

And she was with someone else.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he glances over his shoulder, just in time to see her scrunch her nose up in a snort of laughter. Tearing his gaze away from her, shouldn't be that hard although she was dressed in skin tight leggings and her arms were bare.

Un oh. This wasn't good for him.

Then he caught Tim’s gaze,

That little bastard,

Fuck, in that moment it all dawned on him. Tim knew that he, Dick fucking Grayson was falling, and falling

Fast-

and into her

All over again.

“...like old times huh?” she was addressing him, and he just realized that he was too busy staring to listen to the words that were coming out of her shapely lips.

A short “Yeah,” was all he could force out of his mouth at his revelation.

Before he could take anymore time to think about his delema he was being pushed by a younger brother onto the sparring mat, the only thing that worried Dick was how Tim had desperately tried to to set this thing up. He had come to his room earlier that day just to ask about his schedule for the day, but the thing was Tim was trying to make Dick interested in his little plan hence the lack of disguising the fact that he was up to something.

The group training session started like any other and he must admit he did miss sparring with Y/n, she always had a way of keeping him on his toes. A little while after Tim had excused himself to take a breath, that was when things started to get a little bit frisky.

It almost felt that Dick had let down all of his walls at this moment, and she couldn’t have felt happier. He even started adding in a few flirty side remarks, just like he used too.

“Harder Pumpkin” he had purposely chosen the words to make sure that she couldn’t read too much into it but he knew it would drive her insane. He swiftly spun to the left to avoid her assault to his right rib cage, that was your fighting style. Many swift jabs to different spots on the body, this was effective because with every landed blow came with the opponent growing slower. But unfortunately for Y/n, he has known her just long enough for him to be able to predict most of her hits.

That was until she started flirting back, then he almost lost it.

“Stop dancing around the topic Twinkle-toes” she had smirked through clenched teeth, she had an idea but it was a longshot.

Then she suddenly changed her game, reacting only on the defensive, eventually causing a brief pause in the combat. Both were out of breath, the hot air only adding to the smouldering effect of the sweat that was trickling down the cavity of his collar bones. This caused a sudden surge of warmth to flood her chest and tummy, the warmth she was all too familiar with.

His slightly dishevelled hair that was the perfect length to grip onto, his sun kissed skin but most of all his sparkling crystal glazed eyes that were enough to send her to bed happy. She wished she could just fall into them, into

Him-

like she has wanted too for the past few years.

She felt it then, stronger than she ever has, the pull but his body language was rigid, uncertain, once noticing that she took a step back.

He didn’t want this, not now.

It was ok, you had waited years to be with him and you had a hopeful suspicion that you would only have to wait a little while longer, well according to the world's second greatest detective anyway.

All he could do was furrow his brow in confusion, didn’t she feel it? The way he did? He supposed he should be glad that she took a step back but at the same time he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that grew with each passing second the further she had moved away from him, even though in reality that it was only two meters tops he still felt a longing for her.

Her sweet smell, voice and skin that if he's honest with himself he's always wanted to taste.

With a small smile she announces that she's done for the day struts over to the benches that held her belongings.

There it was again, that same sympathetic smile-

He couldn’t understand why she still felt the need to indulge him. He was sure that he was over Kori, he still had a soft spot for her but of course he did, she was his first love. At least he thought she was, but right now he wasn't so sure, he had known Y/n longer after all.

That was besides the point, Y/n was still sympathising with him, I mean come on! Seven months is quite a while! A lot can happen in that time, like for example, a heartbroken man can fall in love with a person from his past like it was nothing. But then there was the fact that you were still babying him.

“Why do you insist on treating me like a child?”

Before he could stop himself he had confronted her.

A ripple of shock had fluttered in her chest,

her babying him?

Readjusting her workout bag strap over her shoulder in an effort to fiddle a little longer to prolong the inevitable, a soft sigh leaves her lips. She knew this was only a matter of time before he eventually gave into the tension that had grown and created a wedge between them.

She turns around, gaping at the sight. A white tank top hugged Dicks upper chest, the loose folds of fabric dusting over the top of his navy blue gym shorts. Beautifully tanned skin ghosted with sweat, his raven black hair carelessly swept out of the way,

How did God think it was a good idea to make such a man? Y/n couldn’t understand.

With kissed pink cheeks he repeats himself.

Only then did Y/n realise his facial expression, and body language. His frustration practically seeping off of him in waves. Had she really made him feel that way? She didn’t mean too, after all this time she was just trying to relate with him and this is what he was mad about?!

Oh how she desperately wanted to bite her tongue, but for how long?

How long was she going to just pretend that she was all that sorry that he was back into her life?

Her thoughts are cut off with a sharp exhale, Dick was getting impatient now.

“Is it because you feel sorry for me? Do you think I’m not capable of moving on, or not having anyone to support me?!” he barely ever raised his voice at her and when he did, it was most likely to do with Mario-Kart.

Oh how she was shaking in her shoes

“Oh! I’m so sorry that I care about my best friend!” she finally spat, discarding her bag onto the cool concrete floor below her feet.

“Well you don’t need to!” She scoffs at that, and with an agitated rub to her face she steps forward.

“Dick do you hear yourself right now? You are practically telling me to forget about you-”

“I don’t know Y/n, maybe we would be better off if you did.”

Yeah ok that one stung, but if there was one thing she couldn’t do, it was back down without expressing her perspective. She knew her face said it all in that moment as Dicks expression of anger faltered slightly.

“I thought you were supposed to be a detective Grayson? You can’t expect me to believe that you don’t know the real meaning behind all of this?” her voice was calmer now, eerily so.

She was scowling into his deep anger fueled eyes. Standing centimetres away from the side of the sparring ring, Dick had somehow met her half way. He was leaning over the spongy straps of the ring, trying to get in her face.

Then he realised what this was about, he hoped it wasn’t true but then again he wanted her so bad that it almost hurt.

But he was slightly smirking now, and that had infuriated her. Tilting her head back as he was slightly above her she prepared to add insult to injury. Her only flushing with rage when he just proceeded to stay still, almost unresponsive, except for the tiny flush that had started to move up his neck the closer she got.

In one final effort to prove her point she lunges a finger at his chest before screaming.

“You always think everything's about you! And maybe you’re right! with me it might as well be! ”

A shocked expression broke through his glazed look, his gaze traveling down to her finger so menacingly placed just below his wind-pipe. Normally if anyone else would have done this it would've been an empty threat, but with her-it made him want to shiver. His half-lidded look returning.

Her nail was short.

She didn’t know what had happened but she had never felt so turned on in the entirety of her life. The looming shadow of Dicks build that had so much remarkable talent in the air, his thighs that she had touched herself to so many times when he was away, were right there clenching. His shoulders impossibly hunched as if wanting to get as close as possible to her as they could.

And oh his smell, she could almost moan at the contrast of the fruity fragrance and manly musk, there was no way she was getting out of this one, not without him going with her.

Her previous concerns over whether this is wrong or not were gone, she needed him, and she needed him NOW. She moves her finger in a small circular motion, knowing full well how entranced he seemed to be when she had her hands on him. Keeping him distracted Y/n takes a swift glance to the side she makes sure Tim is gone and he was. The little bastard was probably planning this from the beginning.

She slowly slides her finger tip up to his jaw bone, just in time to catch him swallow. Using her other free hand to pull herself up to the same level he was standing on she hooks her hand onto the side of his hip to keep herself in place. She notices his hands tighten around the hold of the sponge cords that surround the sparring mat, the veins in his arm pulsing quicker than before.

Then she had an idea to seal the deal,

“You wanna know why these two little fingernails of mine are shorter than the rest?” she pulled her dominant hand away from him, before waving it in front of his face.

He didn't respond but he thought he might’ve finally figured it out, he just gulped his mouth parted with an intent stare. One that she could get used too.

“Well Blue, I got tired of getting cuts when I touched myself to you.”

Dick hissed at that squeezing his eyes shut, reaching out for the curve of her hips, so he could tell her what she was doing to him, but she already knew.

It was her turn to smirk now, Dick Grayson was practically withering into her neck now. His desperate grip on her only sealed her fate. After years of him having complete control over her, she has never felt so fucking good.

A yelp rips from her throat when Dicks plump lips connect with her neck, shivers tingling her spine.

“Mmhmm” she was surprised at how quickly Dick had managed to get her all hot and bothered but then again, it seemed to be a mutual longing if the hard sensation rutting at her thigh had any say in the matter.

She could tell how much she wanted him and how much he wanted her.

It was a long time coming and she would never let it slip away.

Suddenly Dick was pulling away from her, and he swear he could've lost it right then and there. The way her mouth was slightly opened, eyes shut, the want clearly seeping out of her. Slowly as if in question as to why he stopped, her eyelids open a crack to per at him through her lashes.

His hand gently moves to cup the left side of her neck, his thumb bending her jaw back further angling her lips. It was a silent plea, she knew it, and as much as she wanted to continue with the power play, at that moment she couldn’t help but close her eyes in waiting.

The thing that she had imagined him doing too many times now only finally becoming reality. He was so soft with her. The push and pull of his lips felt incredible, the friction only coursing a buzzing that she had never felt before to slip between them.

It was the same for him, every inch of his body that was touching hers had come alive, he didn’t know how much he needed her until he did what he had been dreaming of doing for the past four months.

That only made him all the more desperate, tilting his head to the side he moaned a soft rumble of pleasure as she ran her nails gently up his neck. She slipped her tongue in when the noise vibrated through her mouth, but in a haze she parted from him.

There was only one thing in the way, the cords for the training mat. Sending a frisky smile Dicks way she cautiously stepped down from the raised sparring area. Strutting off with a suggestive sway of her hips, looking over her shoulder she notices Dick stumble slightly on his way past the spongy cords.

She couldn’t help but giggle, running a seductive hand through her hair. Dick smiled, both in excitement and love, he couldn’t wait to see what would happen in their future. Before Dick could catch up to her, Y/n made her way to the change rooms, which were located in the cave for the crucial suit ups prior to patrol.

Once she knew she was in one of the blind spots in the cave she had started to shimmy out of her workout top.

“I could watch you do that all day” a deep husky groan fields her ears in the most pleasurable way. Strong arms, capable of taking down anyone in their parth wrapped themselves around her. His warmth engulfing her in a sense of comfort. There it was

The belonging

That she felt whenever he was near.

Turning around in his hold, she was met with a bare chest. Tanned and luscious, littered with small white scars that she made a promise to herself then and there that she would trace all of them individually.

She connected their lips this time, knowing that if things didn’t progress soon she would explode. She couldn’t help but run her hands all over his exposed skin, after all this was the first time she'd seen it when he was just for her.

Guiding him over to the nearby benches she sits him down by the shoulders, a surprised yelp rips from his throat. She took her hands off him, there was a slight pause again, an invisible conformation was all that she needed, she had to make sure it wasn’t just Dick’s dick talking.

He then ops to glide his own hands up Y/n’s sides before stopping at a respectfully high place on her hip.

“I can't lie to myself anymore, I've always wanted you Y/n, it was always you.” such sweet words at a moment like this shouldn’t be allowed but that was all she needed to hear. Lunging back into him with a speed that could only be described as necessary.

He can feel everything so much clearer after his little confession, only once he had admitted it out loud did he finally realise it himself. Pulling her so close like this shouldn’t feel this good, the push and pull of her still covered legs and pussy against his impossibly hard cock was driving him insane, but he’d be damned if he let himself go too quickly. As to not enjoy this moment properly because he knew that this all could change once she had gotten him out of her system.

Soft wines were spilling out of her with each crazed grind, his neck pulled tightly against her chest, moans sending vibration through her core.

She was getting inpatient now, but she couldn’t find it in her to stop the movement of her hips. With all of the restraint Dick didn’t know he had he had stopped her motions, effectively drawing a whine from the both of them. He stared into her eyes for a moment or two, just savouring the moment for as long as he could before he drew her closer to him. Gently guiding her lips to his in a passionate embrace.

Slow, and sensually she kissed him with everything she had. Before she could register, Dicks hot thumbs had flicked the waistband of her leggings as a que for her to remove them.

It was strange how in sink they had become in such a heated moment, the metallic open space of the change room only adding to the desperation and heat. Before easing back onto Dicks lap she runs a hand over his broad chest, running her nails over his lower abs.

“Y/nnn~”

She didn’t expect such an intense reaction from him but when a shiver ripped up his spine and an eager thrust of his hips met hers expectantly she couldn’t help but smirk.

He really did have a thing for her hands, but now wasn’t the time for such foreplay. The way she had him gasping like a man dying of thirst was enough for her to supply him with ample liquid, but she couldn’t last through that not this time.

Reaching down finally, Y/n grips the top of Dicks navy blue sweat shorts. Only pulling just the right amount for his cock to pop out.

“Fuckk baby...you’re gonna fill me up so good.”

“Why wait?” Dick was done indulging her, he needed this, so much more than he would say sober.

With a firm grip to her hips Dick had pushed her panties to the side. The Blue lace not going unnoticed by the hero, the clear slick was oozing out of her all over his fingers. A soft moan spills out of her, her own hand coming down to cup his to push his further into her aching centre.

That causes a groan to rip from deep within Dick’s vocal cords throwing his head back, her noises, her smell and her facial expressions were enough to make any grown man cum instantly.

“Happy to see me?” there was that smirk again, even at a time like this he couldn’t keep it serious. Reaching down she quickly runs her now slicked up hand over Dicks twitching cock. He gasps before regaining his composure.

“That wasn’t fair.” a playful glare pulls at his eyebrows and with a quick flick of his skilled fingers he has her withering.

But she wasn’t going down that easily, not when she had been waiting for this moment for over two years.

Pushing his hand away harshly, she moves to angle her hips over his veiny cock. She finally slides down on him. Loud moans and buzzing fill their ears, the painful stretch stinging her eyes. He was bigger than anything she'd ever had.

Removing her hand from its braced position on his shoulder to rub small circles to ease the pain.

“fuck ,sweetheart-if you keep clenching on me like that I’m gonna burst.” a hiss escapes his throat.

“Although I wouldn’t mind watching exactly what you do when you fuck yourself to me with those pretty little fingers of yours.”

She smirks at him before starting her movement. Fuck if he could express how turned on he was at the moment with her like this above him-shit.

The view of her still perfectly covered tits bouncing just out of reach to his tongue. The sound of her sucking him back in-

he was falling.

The pace had slowed slightly with the drag of her hips, she had never ever felt so fucking good in her entire life. The buzz of being with someone you loved, truly loved was alike nothing she had ever experienced.

She was moaning nonstop, and Dick didn’t bother to stifle those magnificent sounds, all he could think about was more, more, more.

Leaning back on her knees for a better angle. He couldn’t let her walk all over him like that so with the next few thrusts he grabbed her waist with everything he had and proceeded to slam into her from underneath. Drawing a new kind of pleasure with each passing second.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around me, the amount of hard ons I’ve gotten without you even knowing. Shit I'm gonna make you cum so good. You're so good.” the way he made eye contact with her the whole time he was talking had done something to her, and the best part of all of it was the fact that she knew he wasn’t lying.

Then he hit it, and he hit it hard,

She gasps, the most lewd high pitched sound blesses his ears and he knew that it wasn’t long until she was gone, and he would do almost anything to be with her in that moment.

“Dick, D-ick you-I” she tried to form a consistent sentence.

“I know, baby I know!” he softly hushes her, thrusting even harder that it almost hurts.

Y/n throws her arms around Dicks strong build, she wasn’t going to last any longer, his smell, the noises he was releasing into her ear that she knew were only for her.

Her constant clenching telling Dick all he needed to know.

“Comon’ Y/n, yeah just like that. Cum with me, pleas-” before he could finish his sentence she had trapped her lips with his, in the most pleasurable push and pull he could’ve ever dreamed. But all it took was a soft scratch to the back of his skull for him to let go. A masculine groan mixing with a melodic moan as they both came within seconds of each other.

She continued to grind her hips against his in an effort to draw it out as long as she could, as he peppered feather light kisses over her neck. Gently coming down from their shared high, the buzzing never ceased. The beautiful sparkle that was alight in his eyes made her smile the brightest she ever has, she truly loved the man below her, the one who had given her the most earth shattering orgasm in her life.

He was smiling back but before he could say anything she spoke up first,

“What does this make us Dick?” The physical vulnerability she showed in that moment made his heart clench, did she really not understand his feelings for her after the most passionate sex either of them had ever had. Although he didn’t want to scare her off just yet.

“I’ll be here for as long as you want me Y/n.” The sincerity held in his eyes was enough to make hers water, joy flooding every cell in her body.

With a reward winning smile she sealed the deal with one of the sweetest kisses.

He was the last of the ‘Flying Grayson's’ and the only one that didn’t mind the fall so much anymore.

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