Author's Notes: it's been a while crackers but there's finally a new Batgirl chapter for you. I also urge you to check out another of my fics Black and Green - it's not finished yet but it does involve a certain redheaded heroine... It sounds like there's some desire for a Babs and Bruce Killing Joke scene? Is that right? And is there anything else you'd like to see either here or in one of the other collections? I don't update as regulalrly now as I used to but I try to keep getting stuff up when I can so feel free to keep sending me requests. :)
Stephanie Brown. A beautiful blonde little thing. She was Tim's classmate and she had the most enormous crush on him. She had no idea he reciprocated. She had no idea about all the things he wanted to do to her, but she was about to.
Maybe it was the pheromones Poison Ivy sprayed him with, maybe it was how tired he was of hearing the Joker laugh, or maybe it was decided on a flip of Two-Face's coin. But however it happened, at the end of a long day, Tim Drake found himself knocking on Stephanie Brown's door.
She opened it a crack, enough to see who it was then dully. Dressed in a white shirt and a short skirt, she looked stunning. "Tim..." She said slowly. She couldn't help admiring how he looked in his navy blue t-shirt and jeans. "Stephanie," he said with a smirk and he handed her a small cardboard package. "It was on your doorstep, says its for you."
She took the box and just stood there staring at him. Seconds passed as she lost herself in his eyes. "Are you going to invite me in or should I go?" He said finally. "Um" she answered. God Steph, get it together she thought. She wasn't sure id she answered or not but he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. "Tim..." She said slowly. "Yes," he replied, "I think we did that bit."
"Right. Sorry. I just wasn't expecting... Can I... Get you anything?" He smirked at her discomfort, her nerves controlling her. "Glass of water would be nice." Steph led him to the kitchen, putting the box down on the table. "Your parents around?" He asked already knowing the answer. "My dad's gone for the night," Steph said as she handed him a glass of water. "So if you wanted to stay for a bit..." "I want more than that."
Her heart skipped a beat. What was that? Had she imagined him say that. She watched, almost as if in slow motion, as he took a sip then let the glass fall forwards in his hand. The rest of the water flowed down and out of the glass onto Steph's shirt. Her plain white shirt stuck to her skin, soaking wet. "Sorry," he said. He didn't sound it.
"Let me help you with that," he said and before she could react he grabbed her wrists, pushing her up against the wall and pinning her arms above her head. She was breathing so heavily now. She tried to speak, to say something. Anything, "I... I..." She manages before she gave up. Brilliant her brain told her. His hands slid down her arms to her shirt. She bit her bottom lip. He slowly undid the buttons one by one until her shirt was hanging over then he pressed one hand to her left breast through her bra, and with the other cupped her right cheek. "Tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered as she leaned in for the kiss. There was no way in hell Steph was telling him to stop.
His lips pressed onto hers and she felt a rush of heat fly through her chest. His hands grasped her boobs tightly, rougher than she'd imagined. And she'd imagined. And the kiss, oh god that kiss, she could have lost herself in it if she hadn't lost herself in what his hands did next. One left her chest and flew down to her smooth legs, moving slowly up her inner thigh, under her skirt to her panties. As their lips parted Steph couldn't help but release a moan.
"I want you," he breathed in her ear as his fingers pressed teasingly on her panties. "I want you so bad." She tried to reply but the words wouldn't come so she simply nodded. "I want to take all of you tonight," and she could hear in his voice he meant it. It was like something had snapped inside of him tonight. He needed her. He needed to have her. And she wanted to be needed. "I'm yours," she whispered back. He kissed her.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and she almost fell forwards. Then his hands landed on her shoulders and he yanked her away from the wall and to the kitchen table. He bent her over it, butt in the air and she gasped as he reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Then his right hand came to rest on her right buttock, squeezing it roughly. His other hand pressed down on the small of her back, holding her in place.
His hand drew back them crashed into the soft underside of her butt cheek. She let out a high pitched squeak and her left leg lifted off the floor in shock before falling back down. He was so strong. And hitting her so hard. She braced herself as he spanked her again. Even harder than a last time. A red glow started to appear on her skin. With the third spank, the table shook and Stephanie's whole body with it. Tim was silent the whole time as he thrashed her ass.
She wondered whether maybe this was it now - her whole night spent having her ass beaten. She wouldn't have complained. She'd have been screaming but she wouldn't have complained. He did stop though, once both of her ass-cheeks were bright red and stinging. "Strip." He said. "What?" She tossed her head back to get her hair out of her eyes but as she did he grabbed a fistful and pulled her up to her feet. "You need to take your clothes off," he told her. She licked her lips. And then she did as she was told.
Tim's eyes looked up and down at her smooth beautiful naked body. She was lying on her bed now looking up at him as he opened the box he had come with. "That wasn't there when you got here was it," she smirked, her voice having returned to her. "No," she said simply. "It's yours?" "Yes." He turned to her and she saw inside the package. She'd never seen most of the sex toys in there. In his hand was a pair of handcuffs.
She heard the click and her body trembled. The cuffs held her wrists in place above her head, tied to the bed post. He grinned at her. She felt his finger press against her chest, drawing a line down her stomach. Then he gripped her thighs and clamped them apart. His head disappeared between her legs. She struggled to hold back a moan as he planted layers and layers of kisses on her smooth silky legs. Then his fingers wrapped around her ankles. He had produced something else from the box. Rope.
She offered no resistance as he pushed her legs up as far as they could go and tied her ankles so they were on either side of her head. She let out a slight shriek as he spanked her sore exposed ass once more. She looked over to see him reach into the box again and come out with two metal clips. Nipple clamps. She swallowed as he grasped her tits one by one and attached the sharp clips, each biting into her soft nipples. He gave them a playful tug and she cried out. He silenced her with a kiss.
Her ass was his next target. Already smacked and beaten, it was time to be pleasured. She stopped herself from crying out as he pressed her cheeks apart. Then a small vibrator slid inside her. Her body shook violently as it vibrated inside her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she moaned out over and over. He pressed a hand down on her stomach to hold her in place. Then she watched as he took a blindfold and slid it over her eyes, she could only see darkness then. But she could feel everything. His tongue slid over her pussy and she gasped.
She writhed as he pleasured her wet entrance with mouth and fingers, probing her deeply, preparing her. Then suddenly his touch was gone. She was left with only the vibrator in her butt to satisfy her. Then she heard a zipper, and the sounds of his clothes falling to the floor. A hand wrapped around her neck, firmly but not tightly, and his cock pressed inside her.
It didn't take him long to speed up, fucking Stephanie as hard as he had spanked her. She screamed out his name, tears welling in her eyes as he nailed her to the bed. Drilling her as hard as he could, she felt him start to squeeze at her throat, choking her. His cock was furious, pounding into her relentlessly, slamming her pussy without restraint. Her body was shaking: sweaty and helpless. She wished she could see his eyes. Tim Drake fucking Stephanie Brown's brains out. The night of their lives.
Morning came and Stephanie wasn't tied up anymore. She was snuggled in bed, warm and safe. Her eyes flickered open and a look of worry shot across her face. It couldn't have been just a dream. It just couldn't. Then she felt another arm resting across her shoulders. Tim pulled her to him tightly and she snuggled her head against his chest. In the night she'd finally understood was passion was. Now she finally understood what love was...