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In retrospect, maybe she should have seen this coming.
“Well?” Dick has kept his eyes on her since the moment she got here, and she’s been caught laughably off-guard by all of his questions tonight. The man had found her out before she had even realized what she’d done.
“If you don’t want to, there’s no pressure. We can- let’s just pretend we didn’t say anything. I mean, if you want. If you want to just forget about this.” Tim is nervous. He’s got plenty of reason to be, given that they didn’t leave things on great terms the last time they tried to date. He may-or-may-not have cheated on her, she died and came back without telling him, typical breakup things. But right now, he thinks she wants to get with him and his big bro.
The weirdest part is that despite that not being her intended goal with her... recent behavior, she’s not as shocked as she should be that either of them would think that. When she thinks about it, she did cross a few too many lines in the pursuit of getting her ex-boyfriend/sort-of bestie together with the guy he’s been oh so clearly pining for since he was old enough to talk. Looking back at how she acted, yeah- yeah, she would be thinking the same thing in their shoes. Her efforts to get the two together were technically successful, but they aren’t really making too much of a leap in thinking that she wanted in on… yeah.
This wasn’t her plan, but when in Rome, right?
“Yeah.” Her voice comes out shocked and breathless despite her best efforts. She’d like to act tough, pretend this was her plan along, but one: Dick would see right through that, and two:
She’s… a bit weak in the knees right now. A bit out of her league, though she wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Because they couldn’t just be hot, they had to be nice too. Even Tim, now that he’s grown up a bit. Fuck, he’s grown. Not height wise, god no, but he fills out his suit and knows better than to ghost his friends anymore. He’s grown. Thinking about that brings up a mess of nostalgic feelings. And don’t get her started on Dick Grayson. He’s been a reoccurring wet dream since she first saw him leaping past her through an alleyway. They say you’ll regret ever meeting your heroes, but getting to know Dick for all his faults and humanity has never taken away from how incredible he is. It only made him more impressive, if she’s honest. He’s so human, and he still manages to rise above all the tribulations that life throws at him.
So yes, she is a bit out of her depth. She’s also a teeny bit worried about the way Dick is staring at her. She has no idea what he’s thinking, his expression as stoic as a brick wall. A bit Batman like, which does more for her than she’d admit.
Well. Maybe, if this all goes well, she might eventually work up the nerve to tell him. Eventually. The amount of fantasies that are suddenly much more feasible than she had ever thought they would be is staggering.
But still, in the current moment, she feels like she’s trapped in a stand-off. Was this conversation just meant to establish that they’ll start dating now? Was it confirmation that all the outings they had already shared were themselves dates? She knows what to do with Tim, knows how to make him whine, but Dick is an unknown element. Does he want to kiss her? Does he wish she had said no? Does he-
He’s suddenly much closer than he was a moment ago. She’ll put that in as a point towards column A, but his gaze is still intense. It’s sexy, but not necessarily flirtatious. The opposite of flirtatious, really, although that doesn’t stop Steph’s face from feeling hot.
“You’re sure you’re ready?” Dick’s voice is as intense as his expression, but he touches her face with a warm hand, and suddenly Steph has never felt more ready for anything in her life.
She answers him with a kiss, and a hand on his face that mirrors his.
He’s so soft, so warm. The hand on her face trails onto her neck, keeping her mouth pinned against his. It’s gentle, but firm. Protective, she thinks. It makes her feel like she’s melting. Then another hand is under her shirt, and it isn’t until one hand becomes two, and a third unbuttons her jeans, that she realizes Tim is behind her and unclasping her bra while Dick’s hand roams down her front. It’s a lot to keep track of, mentally. She hadn’t anticipated how disorienting it can be to keep track of two partners at once. Sure, she could try and utilize that bat-awareness training, but she gets the feeling she’d have more fun if she just stopped thinking and ran with it.
Besides. She trusts them.
Tim is kissing her neck, right beneath where Dick holds her. She wouldn’t be surprised is Tim was kissing Dick’s hand a bit while he’s there. He’s cute like that, always eager to please. And a bit obsessive, to be honest. Not that she minds. Not that Dick seems to mind.
Her shirt is being tugged at, and while she’d love to get it all the way off, she doesn’t love that she’d have to stop kissing Dick to do that. Alas, there are plenty more kisses to come. She hopes so, at least. Dick’s hand trails from neck to chin, as if he is just as hesitant to stop touching her as she is to no longer be touched be him. So if she throws her shirt to the side with more speed and eagerness than necessary, who’s going to complain?
Not Dick, from the way he wraps his arms around her. And not Tim, if the tugging off of her jeans is any indication. Two very eager boys, indeed. She’s no different, no different at all. Steph keeps kissing Dick as she reaches behind her, just trying to get some sort of contact with Tim. She had never thought too hard about her own desires, but everything is within her reach now.
She can’t think of anything specific, not while she’s caught in the moment like this, but she wants them. Steph wants contact, passion, she want to have sex with them and eat breakfast with them in the morning. Arms around her, warm bodies pressed close, she could lose herself in this. She wants to. She knows they’ll be right there with her all the while.
Blind faith. It creates this feeling of free falling. A jump without a line. She wants, she wants, she wants. Wants to give it, and be given it in turn.
She doesn’t waver when Dick pulls her up into a carry. She just wraps her legs around his waist and reaches for Tim’s hand. She’s dropped onto a bed, Tim’s bed, and Dick looks so damn dreamy from where he ended up crouched above her. She giggles a bit, giddy with excitement.
Dick smiles, and Tim… Tim blushes, a weird flustered look on his face. His eyes dart away and back to her, as if he needs to remind himself that he’s allowed to look. Still too shy, really. She knows he can be bolder than this.
“Hey. Kiss me.” Steph asks him. Tim doesn’t speak, but he nods, and crawls next to her.
Tim’s old problem was that he had a tendency to overdo it, all teen-aged hormones and inexperience. Now, he seems to have developed an opposite kind of problem. All hesitance, no bite. Weirdly, she thinks both problems are cute on him. She smiles, and pushes it a bit further. Goading him out of his shell, as it were.
All while Dick works his way down her throat. Steph feels a feint sensation of teeth, but nothing hard enough to hurt or leave a mark. Another time, another time she’ll tell him to give her something to carry with her for days after. For now she shifts and moans under the attention. The tug on her nipples make her whine, but Dick doesn’t linger too long. Just keeps going. She doesn’t put it together until he reaches her stomach, but it’s clear Dick has an end goal. And when he gets there-
Dear god. She must have been a saint in her past life. Must have been, because she hasn’t felt this close to heaven since-
Ow. Not the best thing to think about. Thankfully, Dick’s tongue makes for an easy distraction. Fuck, she’s never gotten head like this. She talked Tim into it once back in the day, but… Y’know, the whole inexperienced teenagers thing didn’t exactly lend itself to mind-blowing oral sex.
Steph isn’t really fully aware of when she started clinging to Tim for dear life, her own moans load even to her.
“He’s good, huh?” Tim mutters. Not jealous, but with wonder in his voice. Steph tries to kiss him, but her own orgasm keeps her a bit preoccupied.
Steph is breathless, and Dick looks smug when he stops. He’s giving Tim such a look, and Steph really fucking hopes she gets to see him do Tim next. Wants to see him unravel Tim on his tongue just like he did to her.
“Really? You got all undressed for us, but left on the briefs?” Dick teases Tim. It’s then that Steph realizes that she had missed the part where either of the men had gotten any of their clothes off. She blames Dick’s tongue. Distracting bastard.
Tim doesn’t reply, so Steph takes things into her own hands. ‘Things’ mainly meaning Tim’s underwear. Is she going crazy, or is his dick bigger than she remembers? It’s nothing to sneeze at, that’s for sure.
“S-Steph! You- um…”
“Any objections to eating me out while Dickie blows you, Timmy?” Steph says.
Tim only sputters a bit in response, before lying back in acceptance. God, he’s hot when he’s embarrassed. It doesn’t take Steph much longer to get herself nice and straddled on Tim’s face.
Dick chuckles a bit at their antics, but does exactly what Steph suggested. Somehow while maneuvering the rest of his body to be parallel to Tim’s. She assumes it must be more comfortable, but it has the additional benefit of giving her a lovely view of Dick’s derriere.
They’re already two out of three. Might as well make it a full triangle while they’re at it, she thinks.
Dick jolts slightly when she grabs his hips, but he moves along with her as she tries to figure out how to do this without hurting her back. It’s one of those positions that’re more difficult in practice than in theory, it seems. But mama didn’t raise a quitter! So she’s going to get that cock down her throat if it’s the last thing she does. She can reach his balls, at the very least. She even gives them a few kisses as she works her way down, lightly grinding on Tim’s face all the while. Actually getting it down her throat without choking is still looking a bit intimidating, but she’s still enjoying the kissing and licking that she’s managing from here. Dick is too, if his squirming is at all an indicator.
Steph gets a bit distracted from her tasks when Tim starts eating her out in earnest. He’s no Dick Grayson, because who could be, but he’s damn good. Fuck, she wonders when he learned. She also wonders why the thought of Tim eating out another woman makes her feel so jealous. They’ve been together for what, half an hour?
Or. A little while longer. Maybe a lot of a while longer. Those really were dates, weren’t they?
God, what a walking fucking fanfic cliché. Oh, she’s so damn stupid. Fuck. She doesn’t know why her sudden frustration with herself gets translated into more aggressive grinding, but she resolves herself to not think about it. Don’t think about it, just think about that eager tongue beneath her. The hands rubbing her thighs, the shaft beneath her tongue, and the ass in her hands. There’s a lot of soft and warm going on here. She could get cum drunk on this, if they kept at it.
She pushes at Dick’s hips a bit further, and finally, finally manages to get his dick in her mouth. Dick’s dick. Heh. She doesn’t exactly take her time once she gets there, going up and down and just generally trying her best. She’s not sure how good she is at it, but a mediocre blowjob is better than no blowjob, right?
...Right?
Fuck. New anxiety unlocked. Still, she’ll be able to get better at it. Maybe Dick will give her instructions, pet her head while telling her what she does wrong and call her a good girl when she gets it right-
She doesn’t exactly have a reliable way to count how many times she’s come, would probably have an easier go of it if she had a dick of her own, but she knows it’s been a few by now. Is feeling dizzy normal? It’s not bad dizzy, not just-got-mildly-concussed-by-a-goon dizzy, just… cum dizzy? Horny dizzy? Is there a word for this? Is this cum drunk? Or cum tipsy, because she certainly feels like she would tip over if she had to stand up right now. Or something something, cock-head. She’s not really sure what the joke is there.
Steph must’ve zoned out, must’ve still been sucking while she was zoned out, because she’s brought back to reality by warm and sticky in her mouth. And what may or may not be another orgasm. She’s not numb numb down there, but her cunt for sure feels overworked by now. Maybe she is numb. Her head’s a mess- a good mess! But a mess is a mess. Like the one in her mouth. It’s warm, and sticky…
The boys are moving around, but Steph decides to flop on the bed. She plays with the cum in her mouth with her tongue, and finds herself giggling a bit.
“Steph? You… um. You good?” Tim pokes her.
“Incredibly good, dorkass.” She jokes. Her voice sound strange, probably because of the cum. She should probably spit that out.
Or swallow it. That’d be nice. She’d need water though, on account of the stickiness.
Speak of the devil, though.
“I’m getting water and grapes. You two want anything?” Dick asks, already in the doorway by the sound of it.
“Do you have any-”
Dick cuts him off. “Tim, I told you last week that you just need to start bringing your own coffee.”
“I wasn’t-” Tim tries, and fails, to protest.
“No energy drinks either.”
“How do you live like that? And I was just going to ask for those weird vegetable crackers. You got me hooked.” Tim grumbles a bit, and clarifies his request before Dick can further misinterpret him.
“Longer. And I should still have some. Steph?” Dick turns his attention back to her, and she raises her head to answer him.
She swallows, and replies. “I was just gonna ask for water, but I could eat a whole raw tomato after that.”
“A whole- Stephanie. Steph. Babe. What on fucking earth?” Tim reacts with what Steph would describe as aghast-fusion (aghast confusion). Completely unjustified, if you ask her.
“Tomatoes are good. Very tasty post-orgasm snack.” They have a lot of water in them, right?
Dick seems mildly confused as well, but he keeps it to himself. “I think I have one. Or half of one? If it’s still there I’ll cut it up for you.”
“Gross. Don’t enable her.” Tim tells him.
Steph laughs. She’s looking forward to whatever this relationship will bring with it. Whether that be mind-blowing sex, or just the tomato slices. Or cubes? Dick hadn’t specified. Still, it’ll be tasty either way.