Title: Fifty Shades of Slade
Chapter Title: Fantasies
Rating: M for obvious reasons. Kinks ahoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own this… I think that's why there's Teen Titans Go and no season 6.
Author Notes:
Here's the obligatory lemon chapter after the interlude. Have fun.
Please note: use protection. In this case, they probably negotiated for unprotected sex after both getting tested and coming up negative.
Warnings: BDSM, Male!Dom, Female!Sub, Anal Fingering, Anal Plugs, Restraints, Anal Sex, Orgasm denial/delay, unprotected sex.
Please enjoy!
They were not a fantasy. (Even though with their backstories they had to be.)
He was a former-mercenary turned super-villain turned demon's lapdog turned super-villain once again. She was the bastard child of said demon and a hapless woman and had her Destiny written all over her face.
They weren't a princess and her knight in shining armor. There would be no happy ending, no sweeping her off her feet or passionately kissing in the rain or no romantic overtures that would last throughout time.
They were reality at its finest.
They had no fantasies about this…well, whatever this was. (They knew how this was going to end before it even started—they would burn but at least they would burn together.)
They touched each other enough to get themselves off, enough to satisfy this raging frenzy inside of their hearts, enough to forget that they were supposed to be on opposite sides of the line, enough to forget that they were a hero and a villain, enough to forget that the world wasn't colored in just black and white.
And then, as soon as they came together, they'd part just as quickly.
They had lives. She had dreams. He had plans. They weren't going to let a little inconvenient lust become a road block.
They were people of reality, of common sense. Lust had no place there.
(But sometimes, fantasies met reality half-way, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.)
"You were late." Slade's voice echoed in the motel room, displeasure radiating from every pore in his body.
"Sorry, master."
It was an odd scene to be sure: Slade, criminal mastermind extraordinaire, sitting with his legs folded in a dinky, falling apart motel room; Raven—a naked Raven—standing before him with her head bowed in shame.
Slade bit back his cutting remark. He'd take care of that matter later. "We will be using the safeword system tonight. Understood?"
"Yes, master."
"Safeword?"
A flicker of mischief passed over her face. "I was going to choose Robin, but I wasn't sure if that would make you stop or make you get harder."
Slade rolled his eye. A few years ago, she might have had a point. The Slade of right now, however, was unamused and anxious to fuck the living daylights out of her. "Sass is unbecoming of you, slut. Safeword?
Raven gulped, her eyes falling to the floor, ashamed at her disobedience. "Trigon."
"Good." Slade rose and closed the distance between them. "Let's begin then"
Raven squirmed, the air suddenly thirty degrees colder. Slade's fingers absently traced her forearms before moving up to just touch her shoulders. He began to move lower, his pace painstakingly slow. Heat burned from her body, and she longed for more, for him to just touch her and use her until they were both left in a hazy bliss.
Slade, however, had other ideas. He aimed for complete control, and tonight, she would give it to him, whether she liked it or not.
He had just reached the corner of her hip when he removed his hands. Instead of going down, he went up. Slade lifted up her chin delicately. "What will you be calling me tonight?"
Her hands clenched. "M-master," she murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"And what are you tonight, little bird?" His grip tightened, and she gulped, trying to make sure her heart wouldn't panic and jump out of her chest. This was going to happen, and she felt awful and dirty and aroused at the same time.
"Your… naughty, wanton slut… master," Raven stammered. She felt wetness down her thighs and struggled to not rub them together. Slade noted her struggle with pleasure.
"Are you wet, pet?" He leant down, his finger absently twirling her hair. "Does speaking like that turn you on?"
Raven's eyes fell to the ground, her cheeks red with shame. "Yes, master."
"Why?"
"Because I'm… a dirty… whore," she managed to whisper.
"That's a good slut." Slade's hand fell back to his side. He settled himself on the bed, the bed creaking under his weight. "Get on your knees."
Raven kneeled before him, hands behind her back, eyes on him. Her eyes widened as she saw the noticeable bulge at the front of his pants. She unconsciously ground against her heel as she knelt before him, her aching core so hot with need.
"Well, slut, what are you waiting for?" Slade demanded. He gestured to his erect cock. "Get to it."
She shyly wrapped her fingers around his pants, only pulling enough to let his throbbing dick free. Reaching down, Raven obediently began to touch him with tentative strokes. Slade fought back a groan as she gently ran her fingers down his length before circling the tip and running her hands back up again. He bucked against her touch, his fingers digging into the bed.
"What would Jump City do if it discovered one of their devout, courageous heroes turned out to be some horny slut?" Slade's lone eye gleamed. "Why, what would anyone think if they saw you like this, little bird? Look at you, jacking off the Titans' most hated criminal like a whore."
She flushed very prettily, biting her lip, her eyes trying to look at anything but him.
"Look at me while I'm talking to you, whore." He gripped her face with his gloved hand and forced her to look up. Slade held her hard enough to leave marks that marred her porcelain skin. She gave a quiet groan that just made him harder. "Do you like being used like a fucking toy, slut?"
"Y-yes, master." She licked her lips nervously, meeting his gaze demurely with an innocent bat of her eyelashes. Her nimble fingers never stopped stroking his painfully erect cock. She took his whole length and began to pump, gently at first, and then powerfully, enough to make his own control slip. Slade let out a stifled moan of pleasure, his head thrown back, as he forced her to go faster and harder.
If this was what she could do with her hands, he couldn't wait to see what she could do with her mouth…
Raven's eyes watched as his eye shut from pleasure. Her core was throbbing painfully. The pulsating sensation wouldn't stop, no matter how hard she ground it against her heel. She needed relief, needed him. Raven worked faster, desperately trying to please him. Perhaps she could please him enough to let him tend to her needs…
"Enough," Slade managed to gasp. If she kept this up, he wouldn't be able to hold back. Immediately, she froze, like a deer in headlights. His hands removed hers from his cock. "Open your whore mouth, slut."
Closing her eyes, Raven tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. He furiously began to stroke himself, the swirling sensation in the pit of his stomach getting stronger and stronger.
With a roar, he came all over her. Messily. Frenziedly. He coated her in his cum, plastering her face and her already waiting mouth. She whimpered as his hot seed covered her, marking her as his; it was burning hot, enticingly so, with a fire of lust that caused her own to become an inferno.
"You're all dirty, whore. Clean up," Slade panted before stumbling back onto the bed. Like a good slave, Raven gingerly touched the sticky mess on her face that had dripped down her neck to nestle itself in her breasts. Her finger carefully came up to her lips, dripping with him. Her tongue trailed over her finger, and she recoiled at the taste. Raven placed her finger in her mouth and cautiously sucked. He didn't taste awful, mostly bitter with a hint of sweet.
"What are you waiting for, slut?" Slade leaned forward and tangled his gloved hand in her hair. His deep baritone was laced with something darker, harsher. It made her dig into her heel harder and desperately wish he would let her cum. "I told you to clean up."
"Sorry, master." Raven began to lap up his cum, shyly at first until she finally became accustomed to his taste and began to eagerly swallow his seed. Her fingers ran across her face, dipped between the valley of her breasts, and her mouth fervently slurped and sucked her fingers clean.
Slade watched her hungrily, his breath hitching in his chest. There was no doubt in his mind that she was his, all his, all his to use, all his to control.
Fuck. He was already hard again.
"Good girl." Slade seized her wrists. "Now sit." He patted his lap invitingly. She gingerly looked down at his lap, and to her disappointment, his cock, though throbbing, was hidden behind black pants. Reluctantly, she nestled herself in between his legs, all too aware of pulsing need pressed up against the curve of her ass. Raven squirmed against him, her thighs rubbing together, frantically trying to relieve herself.
"Do you want to be touched?" His hand rested on the corner of her hip.
Raven's breath caught in her throat. "Yes, master," she gasped. "So much."
His finger leisurely wandered from her hip down to touch her backdoor. "Even here?"
"Yes." She ground against him. Wetness trickled between her legs. "Yes. Yes, master."
"Eager, aren't you slut?" Slade smirked. "Do you want me that much?"
Raven jerked in his hands as his finger rimmed her asshole. She let out a fevered moan. "Yes, master."
"Good. Now be a good slut and get on the bed. Elbows and knees." He gave her ass a hard smack that sent her scampering with a yelp. Raven submissively clambered onto the bed, sinking into the mattress with her ass raised.
"I'll be putting in my finger in first, little bird, before I let your ass get the plug." She could feel the coldness of his mask pressed to her back, his breath hot as it tickled her ear. "And, if you're a good little girl, maybe tonight your ass will get my cock."
Raven bit her lip, drawing blood, as she waited for him to invade her. Her legs trembled underneath her weight. She twitched in anticipation.
Nothing came.
Instead, Slade continued to talk as his hands kneaded her breasts, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. "Now, now little bird. You're far too tense." His finger touched her lip, almost tenderly wiping off the blood trickling down it, before coming before her awaiting mouth. "Suck."
She sucked his finger desperately. Her tongue ran up and down his digit, took him in entirely and then some. Slade groaned at the thought of that being his hardening cock instead of his finger. His blood started flowing much, much faster.
His firm hand ran over her back before coming to rest on her ass. Raven felt her cheeks being parted, and she spread her legs to give him more access. "Now, pet, I'll need that finger back."
Raven opened her mouth. His finger, wet with her saliva, made its way to nestle itself into her clenched folds.
She turned around to look at him with wide eyes. "M-master."
His lone eye was steady. A bright blue. "Breathe, little bird."
Shakily, she took a gulp of air. As soon as she did that, his finger was suddenly inside of her. Raven gasped, trying desperately to relax her body for her master, but it was an awkward, uncomfortable feeling. Her body couldn't stop clenching and unclenching around his finger, and there was this uncomfortable fullness that made her buck against his hand but also made her cry out in pain.
"Master! Please!"
"Shhh…" Slade ran his fingers through her hair. "It's all right, little bird. You're doing very, very well."
She whimpered, leaning eagerly into his touch. His finger had begun exploring her untouched hole, gently poking and prodding. Raven thrashed, her body reaching a fever pitch from the pleasure and pain.
And then his finger was gone as soon as it came.
She lay against the sheets, sweating and panting. She was dizzy, both from a blinding desire and agonizing need. Raven felt her master sitting beside her, his hand lightly coming to rest on her bottom. She vaguely heard a squelching sound as he squirted a dollop of something very cool and very wet that he spread into and around her asshole. It felt good. The coolness brought her back to reality enough to see the toy in Slade's hands.
Slade slathered a generous amount of lube over the anal plug in his hand before positioning the plug over her spread back opening. Carefully, he began to nudge the plug inside of her. Her entire body was suddenly taut, fraught with anxiety.
"Come, little bird." He rubbed her thigh soothingly. "Everything will be fine. Breathe." She took a stuttering breath. "That's it. Keep still," Slade murmured as he eased the plug into her asshole, gently loosening her muscles until her body accepted the invasion. Raven groaned, trying her best not to squirm, as he pushed the plug deeper inside her. That uncomfortable feeling was back. The pain had returned in spades. And it took all of her self-control not to try to expel the plug from her body.
Why then, did the act make her so, so wet?
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" Slade smugly gave her ass a gentle pat. He abruptly moved away from her, and she gave a little whine. He returned to her side quickly, looming over her with shiny, silver handcuffs twirling in his hands. Turning over, Raven felt his fingers wrap around her wrists, raising her hands above her head, before securing them to the headboard. The metal bit into her skin, a circle of cold around her delicate wrists. When the cuffs clicked into place, Raven felt a hot thrill course through her.
Slade's fingers ran down her legs. She jerked up to meet his touch. Suddenly, he pried apart her thighs. Raven cried out in shock, her hips shifting hopelessly. Before she knew it, his iron grip was replaced with handcuffs around her ankles that trapped her to the bedpost.
She felt so exposed and vulnerable, her entire body on display for him. Her sopping wet pussy felt so painfully bare, her wantonness suddenly there for everyone to see. The plug pushed up against her inner walls, stretching them. She writhed, uncaring of how the metal bit into her skin, her hips undulating frenziedly, begging for his touch.
"You want my cock, don't you, slave?"
She whimpered, her head nodding frantically.
"Too bad." His two-toned mask revealed nothing, but his eye was heady with power. "You need to be punished like the dirty little slut you are."
"Why master?" she cried.
"You were late. Next time, I expect you to be on time." Slade leaned down, his fingers just circling around her clit. Raven sobbed, thrusting her hips toward the finger that he quickly pulled away. "Don't cum until I return. I would hate to have to punish you more, little bird."
And with that, he left her there. Slade was sure to leave the door wide open.
Then the plug started to vibrate. She shrieked as she was thrown into a whirlwind of sensation and feeling. Raven was feeling so full, so cool, in her asshole, but her pussy was on fire. She was so close to the edge, except she couldn't fall because she didn't want to disappoint him further. Heat rolled off her in waves, her frustrated groans matching her burning desire. She didn't care if anyone saw her like this; Raven just needed for her master to return to her. Please. "Master… Master… Master!"
Outside, Slade listened to her calls with a very satisfied smirk. This was even better than that little fantasy. Leaning on the motel's paper-thin walls, he made sure there would be no disturbances as he waited for her groans to fade into whimpers and finally into meaningless, incoherent cries.
When he returned to the room, careful to shut the door behind him, his eye immediately fell on her. How her charming blush prettily colored her cheeks. How her pussy was dripping with desire for him. How her ass clenched so perfectly around that little vibrating plug of his.
What a good girl. She hadn't even cum yet.
"Will you be a good girl for your master, little bird?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, master." She thrashed against the sheets, her violet eyes begging him for release. "Always master."
"That's my slut." Slade began to remove the handcuffs from her wrists and ankles. He rubbed her wrists to get the blood flowing, carefully examining the marks against her skin. "Did you like that?"
She shook her head. "No, master."
"Why not?"
Raven said something quietly that Slade couldn't quite catch.
"What's that, little bird? Speak louder." Slade pulled her onto his lap. He ran his hands down her body, just skimming her breasts before stopping at her hips. "Be truthful. I won't get mad."
"I kept wishing for your cock," she whispered, grinding against him. Her breaths came out in gasps as he nuzzled into her neck, his metal mask biting into her skin. "I kept wanting to cum, but I couldn't because of your orders. I kept thinking that someone could walk in on any second and see me, but my body's yours."
"Mine?"
"Yours to use," Raven gasped. "Yours to fuck. Yours to own."
Slade grinned. "My wonderful, dirty, wanton slut. Such a good whore." He forced her face down onto the bed, his body pressed up against her so she could feel his aching need pressed up against her plugged ass. She spasmed as the plug went in deeper.
He spread her cheeks and gently eased the plug from her ass. Setting it carelessly on the nightstand, Slade flipped them over, so she was on top and facing away from him. Carefully, he lowered her backdoor onto his erect cock, tenderly sliding his shaft up her tender hole.
"Master! It hurts!"
"I know…" She was so fucking tight. Her walls were clamping painfully around his cock as her back arched. "Breathe, little bird. Breathe."
She took gulps of air. The tension in her body had eased somewhat, but it was slow going as she slowly slid down his shaft. His cock was so much harder, so much hotter than his plug had been. Jolts of pain still ran through her system. Then his fingers began to absently circle her dripping slit, and she felt that familiar intoxicating rush of desire.
"It's all right." Slade murmured in her ear. "Trust me, slave. Your master knows best."
"Yes, master." As she took a deep breath, Slade quickly sheathed himself in her. Raven shrieked in pain as she felt him take her all the way to the hilt. Slade's hands wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him.
"Does it still hurt, little bird?"
"A little." The pain had become a dull throb. She prayed to Azar that he wouldn't make her ride him like this.
"We'll just have to fix that, don't we?" Slade brought a finger to her lips, trailing it down her cheek to her collarbone. He traced meaningless patterns onto her skin, and there was no pain anywhere. "Hands behind your head, little bird. Keep them there until I tell you too."
She shifted on his lap. The new position made her even more exposed, thrusting out her chest, making her arch her back, so every new sensation coursed through her entire body. Slade started to shift his hips, making small, little thrusts that made her start to whimper. His fingers dipped between her thighs, thrusting up into her, his thumb finding her sensitive pearl. Raven threw her head back with a ragged moan, her hips meeting his thrusts. He pounded ferociously against her until his own breath became unsteady. They were both drowning in the overwhelming waves of sensation, lost to their fiery passions.
He ran a finger up her spine, and she folded over, the pleasure engulfing her in a wave. Raven desperately looked back toward Slade. Everything was so fuzzy. She couldn't… Azar. Slade. Please. "Master… Please… cum… need..." she gasped, unashamedly rocking against him, her fingers moving to pinch her hard nipples.
"Such a needy slave." Slade's fingers pinched her bundle of nerves before dipping into her folds to hit just the spot. "Cum for me, little bird."
She didn't need to be told twice.
Raven felt a million stars rush by. They just keep coming, on wave after another. She could feel him empty his seed into her, hot and filling, and it overloaded her sensations. She kept rolling with each orgasm, and she almost thought that they wouldn't stop and she would die from pleasure, but they did, and she was brought back to earth, a limp figure protectively clutched in Slade's arms.
She made quite a picture—sweaty hair covering her face like a curtain, ruby lips parted, his cum dripping from her ass… He reluctantly pulled out of her, tenderly stroking her hair. Raven fell to back, still lost in a dizzying swirl of sensation. She felt a shift on the bed. Dazedly, she turned to find Slade settling himself beside her. Raven tried to rise, but the soreness made her pause and ultimately stop as spikes of pain raked through her lower body.
Slade gently pushed her down back toward the bed. "You should rest." He wound his fingers through her hair. "We wouldn't want my favorite bird to hurt herself, now would we?"
She shot him a look, that look, and underneath his mask, Slade smirked.
"Now, now, Raven, I only have your best interests at heart." Slade curled up next to her, pulling her to his chest. "I can't have my favorite slut injuring herself on my account."
"I feel so loved," she snorted. Raven tried to escape from his grip, but he just held her tighter. "Slade…" she protested. "Let go."
"No." He nuzzled up against the crook of her neck. "You're still mine. The contract said that you would obey me for the entire night until morning. The sun still hasn't risen yet, Raven."
"And you plan on using me as a pillow for the rest of the evening?"
"Mmm. It's tempting." Slade's deep, sensuous baritone made her shiver as he whispered in her ear. "You're a very comfy pillow."
"Yes, that's what they'll write on my tombstone. Raven, Teen Titan, best pillow."
"You're forgetting kinky slut." Slade's fingers ran their way up to fondle her breasts.
Raven glared at him. "Is this supposed to be pillow talk?"
"I think it's more along the lines of foreplay, little bird." She didn't even have to see his face to know that it had a shit-eating grin on it. "I'm always up for Round 2."
Raven smacked him with a pillow right in the kisser.
He laughed. (It was the first time she'd ever heard him not sound psychotic.) "Just don't be late again."
"Of course not, master."
Slade bit back a groan and cursed himself for choosing Robin as his apprentice. He could have gotten so much more mileage if he had just chosen her in the first goddamn place.
Ah well. He still had apprentice clothes in her size hidden somewhere in one of his warehouses. It was a fantasy to be saved for another day.
Fantasy versus Reality. Want versus Have. Expectations versus Actuality.
The reality was that the fantasies were getting stronger.
He dreamt about her ragged breaths and eyes glazed over from pleasure. She dreamt about him groaning under her, begging her for release. They fantasized of leather and whips and chains binding them together, of vibrators and dirty talk and little trysts in the back of cars.
But sometimes, reality would be better than any fantasy. Like the way she just fit, the way her body molded perfectly to his, the way she was so soft in his arms, so beautiful, so his. Like the way he could be gentle, almost sweet that she would forget about their shared past, the way he could make her writhe with just a glance and a soft spoken word.
Like the way she would submit—willingly—to him and let him claim her. Like the way he would carefully push her limits but was always ready to catch her if she fell.
It was in the way that they could trust each other explicitly. With every dirty little secret, sexual fantasy… Nothing couldn't be brought to the table—for discussion, at least.
The night may be dark and full of terrors, but together, they don't feel so alone.
But they weren't a fantasy, never could be a fantasy. They were reality epitomized in two people.
It was just sex—really good sex—but just sex all the same.
And sometimes, when she was curled up next to him, with the sun streaming onto her face, when he was wrapped up in her, his touch comforting and warm, sometimes, they admit to themselves, they would be happy without any reality at all.
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