Pairing: Dick/Barbara
Word Count: ~1,000
Kinks: intoxication and altered states, masturbation, oral, names as a sign of intimacy, restraint, uneven breaths, wet dreams
For: justplainsomething

Note: Dusting off those kink meme prompts from way back when and turning them into another drabble collection. If you want to submit more prompts, click the forum link on my profile to submit (:

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This is absolutely wrong.

Even in her slightly intoxicated state (which she has Ivy to thank for, because she remembers being caught in the remnants of a pollen cloud when she was trying to save Cassie), she knows that this is so wrong. But it's not her fault. Honestly, what twisted game is Ivy trying to play, making her plants spew out spores that… that…

She doesn't even know. What kind of spore makes you dream about having sex with your best friend in the first class lavatory of an airline flight to God knows where?

Maybe Ivy was feeling sexually frustrated herself or something. It's not that unlikely.

Well, she doesn't know and right now, she doesn't care, because she woke up with her legs tangled in her sheets and her panties completely soaked and her sex throbbing and drenched. She's a young woman and her body has needs and it's perfectly normal. She's had sexual fantasies and wet dreams and she's masturbated before. It's not the first time this is happened and, okay, it's not the first time that picturing Dick has made her like this, but it's the first time that it felt this intense and that a dream felt that real.

It made her cry. Like, she literally felt a few tears roll down her temple when she'd finally slipped her fingers over herself. It would've been completely embarrassing if she didn't have images of Dick bending her over the counter and taking her from behind clouding her mind.

"Dick," she breathes, pushing her fingers in harder and flattening her palm against herself and imagining that it's him.

Then someone lets out a soft, "Barbara," and she yelps, eyes flying open.

Oh, God…

Dick is standing in front of her door (which has already slid closed; crap, was she really too distracted to hear him come in?), lips parted slightly.

Her cheeks feel like they're on fire and her heart is beating so loudly she wonders if everyone can hear it from outside. Anyone could've walked in on her, and she doesn't know whether to be thankful or mortified that it was Dick who did.

But when she begins to pull her hand away, he's at her bed faster than her intoxicated sight can register, grasping her wrist and holding her hand in place. "Don't," he tells her.

"Dick," she practically whines.

She's so wet right now, but even if he weren't gripping her wrist, she doesn't think she could bring herself to continue.

"You don't have to stop because of me," he says lowly.

"I… I can't." She doesn't know whether she means she can't stop feeling like this or she can't continue masturbating while he's watching.

"Barbie," he whispers.

She takes her lower lip between her teeth to keep from whimpering. He hasn't called her that in forever, and it's kind of stupid how that makes her feel even wetter. She circles a finger around her clit and bites down, hard, her free hand tightening around her sheets as her hips shift upward in response.

Dick makes this noise from the back of his throat and pulls her hand away completely, and she whimpers his name. He presses a palm against her thigh and spreads her legs wider apart, lowers himself between them. And as desperate as she is for this right now, she reaches and touches his face, bringing his attention back to her. Her throat is dry and even if she could get the words out, they'd probably be too breathless for him to hear, anyway, so she pushes her thumb along the edge of his mask and knows he'll understand.

She threads her fingers through his hair when his other hand comes up, fingers tucking underneath his cowl as he begins removing it. She doesn't see his eyes as soon as it comes off because he's looking down.

But then he meets her stare just as his mouth lowers over her sex and his blue eyes are the last things she sees before she shuts hers, tossing her head back in a moan.

Dick moves his tongue against her lightly a few times before pressing harder, and she pulls her hands from his hair and practically claws at the sheets, her eyes fluttering closed. He licks up her center and closes her lips around her clit and she rolls her hips. This is so wrong. They shouldn't be doing this, especially right now and especially him.

"Dick," she says breathlessly, and he flattens against her and she moans, "Dick," a little louder.

She hopes no one can hear them.

And god, if she weren't so desperate and if he weren't so good at this, she'd be more embarrassed. Dick has always driven her crazy in like, every way possible, but she's never let him get the satisfaction of knowing this. She's never made anything easy for him.

But right now he's completely in control. She's practically chanting his name between these uneven breaths as her body trembles at every move his tongue makes, alternating between circling her clit and thrusting his tongue in and out of her. She's so close to coming that it's unreal, but some small part of her is terrified for this to be over. It's not like she thinks he'd ever do something like use this against her. She's just worried (terrified) what this is going to do to them.

When she comes, his hand is on her with his thumb digging patterns over her hip and the back of her hand is pressed to her mouth to keep quiet, though she's sure it's still obvious that it's his name that she's moaning into her skin.

She's starting to calm down when Dick takes her hand in his, kissing the teeth marks on her skin. She laughs breathlessly.

"Dick," she says, because she knows they're going to have to talk about this. He shakes his head and she pulls her hand from his, pushing her fingers into his hair.

"You inhaled a lot of Ivy's spores," he tells her, and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion. But then he's lowering himself between her legs again, kissing the inside of her thigh, and she doesn't know how it's possible that she's starting to feel wet again. "Let me help you," he says against her skin.

They still need to talk about this, but then he licks up her center and swipes his tongue over her clit again, and she closes her eyes and tells herself that later.