Beryl Hutchinson, a fiery ginger redhead with a charming English accent, was known as the Squire. She was confident, cheeky, and had a knack for flirting. Tim Drake, aka Robin, was equally charming, brilliantly smart, athletic, and had a mischievous streak. Since meeting, the two sidekicks had kept in contact, sharing intel, often coloured by a little harmless flirting from Beryl, and assisting each other on cases.
One evening, after a successful mission, Beryl found herself alone with Tim in her hideout. He'd come to London to help her take down Spring Heeled Jack while her regular partner The Knight was away. She decided to take a risk, her heart pounding with anticipation. "You know, Robin," she began, her voice sultry, "you're quite the charmer."
Tim raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that so, Squire?" he replied, his voice low and husky.
Beryl moved closer, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'd even go so far as to say, you're quite attractive." she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. She felt a thrill run down her spine as she saw the desire flicker in his eyes. "So damn attractive…" she muttered.
Tim leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Beryl quickly melted into his embrace. Their kiss was intense, filled with longing and desire. Tim's hands roamed over her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
He pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. "You're playing with fire, Berl," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Beryl smiled, her confidence never faltering. "I thought you could handle a challenge, Boy Wonder," the petite ginger retorted, with a cocky smirk and a flick of her head. Tim grinned with a playful shrug: "You asked for it now…"
Tim pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her lace-clad breasts. He leaned in, capturing a nipple in his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak. Beryl moaned, her hands tangling in his thick, dark hair.
Beryl gasped as he roughly pushed her over the table, the palm of his hand firmly on the small of her back. Beryl smirked, her heart pounding with anticipation. She felt him undo her pants, pushing them down along with her panties. He spanked her, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Beryl moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Tim's fingers found their way between her legs, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He pulled her carrot-coloured hair, the slight pain adding to the pleasure.
He wrapped her plaited hair around his fist, tugging and yanking, as his fingers worked her clit mercilessly. She whimpered as his fingertips teased and flicked the sensitive peak. He pushed two fingers deep inside him and her hips bucked up in response. He laughed, trailing kissing down her back. He fingered her slowly, roughly, dragging out every inch of pleasure from her aching pussy.
Tim growled with desire. Beryl moaned, her body writhing and begging for more. He stepped back, licking his fingers clean. He peeled off his own red shirt, revealing a well toned physique. Then he unzipped and dropped his pants. His erection stood bolt upright. Looking over her shoulder, Beryl licked her lips. "Looks like you could do some real damage with that thing," she giggled.
Tim didn't need any further encouragement, thrusting into her from behind. Beryl cried out, her body arching in pleasure.
Their bodies moved together, each thrust sending them closer to the edge. Tim's hands gripped her hips, his pace increasing. Beryl's moans filled the room, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Fuck, Beryl," Tim groaned, his voice rough. "You feel so good."
Beryl could only moan in response, her body on the brink of orgasm. With one final thrust, she fell over the edge, her body convulsing in pleasure. Tim followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he found his release.
They collapsed onto the floor, their bodies slick with sweat. Tim pulled Beryl into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss. "I knew you'd be an amazing fuck, Robin," Beryl breathed out, trailing her fingers down his bare chest.
"And you weren't bad for an English girl," he teased. She pouted and he laughed. "You were amazing," he corrected himself, kissing her again. "A girl wonder in your own right."