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Summary: Blurb; All in the name baby!! Leaving you high and dry
Warnings: Sub! Tim, Soft needy(?Playful) Dom reader, AMAB/male pronouns for reader, grinding, established relationship, and ofc... interrupted. No use of (y/n).
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Tim groaned, thighs bracketing your own as he grasped the back of your shirt. Hot and heavy, he panted against you, patrol momentarily forgotten in the backseat of your car. It was stupid. Tim was being reckless, selfish even, with his cowl tossed carelessly to the floor. Whatever was being radioed between his siblings and Oracle could wait, for all Tim cared. His tongue mixed with yours, spit dribbling between you two and down your necks, with how sloppy your lips intertwined and moved against one another.
Usually, Tim was more level-headed than this; at least, he liked to think he was. Focused on the mission. He had a responsibility to hurdle as Red Robin, and he knew that, but god. It had been so long since he'd last seen you, let alone felt your touch. Tim just couldn't waste an opportunity like this, and had followed you back to your car the second he noted the coast clear.
Luckily (for his pride and ego), you seemed just as giddy to have your boyfriend climb all over you. The Kevlar of his suit, while protective and thick, warmed with musk and sweat. "[name], fuck..." He sighed as your hands palmed his thin waist. "Ugh, harder." His restrained cock jumped as you listened, squeezing him tightly against you. Tim felt dizzy with how much he had missed your presence. He wasn't needy in the slightest, but suddenly being with you after so long had felt like a reveal of deathly starvation before a grand banquet. And he couldn't get enough.
Tim shifted his hips so that his body's weight fell upon your half-hard cock via his ass, "God." He momentarily pulled away, lower lip catching just under his teeth as he grinded against you. You felt so fucking good. So solid underneath him. He had missed this, missed you, missed-
"Come in, Red Robin, last call Red Robin, before help is dispatched to your last known location. Come in, Red Robin." Oracle's voice rose to a buzzing degree from Tim's disregarded helm. Had she always been this annoying? Maybe he was more pent up than he had thought. Tim grunted, rolling his hips against yours, hard, one last time before begrudingly reaching over to answer the call. "Sh, shut up, I know." He murmured hushly to pacify your pout and pawing hands. "Here, here. I've been here. Sorry." Tim coughs, swallowing down his rasp and drool. "Was held up for a minute. What's up?"
Halfheartedly, Tim listened to Barbra recap a recent distress signal, all while battling your tugging and groping. He fought back a smile at your soft whining. It was mostly for show, as you both knew how important his work was to him. "Got it, I'll head over now."
Duty, duty. Duty called as it always did. Pulling Tim away from his hot, sexy boyfriend and into Gotham's prowling nightlife. It was rewarding as it was blue balling. Fuck, Tim was so looking forward to getting his ass plowed. "I gotta go, babe." He reluctantly admitted, patting your chest sympathetically. "You know how it is."
It hurt to pull away from your warmth, even more so to will his boner away, but soon Tim had his gear back on properly and stepped out of the car. "Don't look at me like that, it's not my fault people need saving." He fondly sighs, pausing as you lean out your window towards him. "Okay, last kiss." He tutted firmly. "I'll try to swing by your place after my shift if I have the energy. Make it up to you." Gently, he cupped your cheek for a much more loving chu than the passionate mess you had shared moments prior. "I love you, don't wait up."
With that, Tim was gone into the night, and Red Robin returned to the ranks of Gotham's ever-watchful loyal knights. Leaving you totally strung up and horny. Damn him!