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Slade Wilson was bored, almost laughably so. He’d been stuck in the Bahamas on a job for weeks since his damn client kept changing their terms, and every time he considered just up and leaving, Wintergreen managed to convince him to stay. How his friend managed to keep him cooped up so long he’d never understand, but here he was, lying in one of the rooms of their suite, scrolling on his phone trying to decide what to do.
Wintergreen had left for the night, disappearing to god-knows-where and leaving Slade to his own devices. Slade opens his messages, finger hovering over a familiar number. It’s 2 A.M… she’s either home from the Iceberg or playing vigilante… Slade huffs, he’d either get a few minutes of conversation, or he could have some fun, depending on how her day had gone.
He opens his chat with Zephyr and sends her a message, determined to cure his boredom somehow.
-> What are you up to?
A few minutes go by, and Slade starts to wonder if she’s busy when his phone pings.
<- Sorry, just got out of the shower
-> Stressful night?
<- Yeah, plenty of idiots at the club tonight, I’ve been missing you
-> I’ve missed you too
Slade pauses after sending the message, thinking for a second before sending another.
-> Are you getting ready for bed? Or are you stuck running around rooftops tonight?
<- Thankfully Boy Wonder’s got the roofs covered, but I had to do laundry, so I haven’t changed yet
He taps the side of his phone for a second. Wintergreen should be out for the rest of the night, so maybe he could convince Zephyr to have some fun. Slade’s phone pings again, breaking his train of thought.
<- Stole one of your shirts to wait around in though, hope you don’t mind ;)
-> Hmm, gotta see how it looks before I can answer that
Slade watches the chat bubble appear and disappear for a minute, and he starts to wonder if she fell asleep, but before he can type more, a picture pops up.
Zephyr’s kneeling on their bed, facing the floor-length mirror with her phone covering most of her face. She’s wearing one of his white button-ups, the top few buttons are undone and open, and she’s pulling the front down in a provocative pose.
<- Am I forgiven?
-> Maybe, anything underneath?
<- No, all my clothes are in the wash ;p
Slade could feel blood rushing to his groin at the thought, damn how he wished he was back in Gotham, but they could both have fun like this. His free hand slides down his stomach as he types, palming his growing erection.
-> Prove it?
<- Are you getting off on this?
He chuckles, pulling up the camera on his phone and taking a picture of himself from the waist down with his hand cupping the side of the bulge in his pants.
-> Maybe
Slade waits again, and another picture pops up in response. He gulps, heat rising to his face at the sight of the new picture. Zephyr had moved a chair in front of the mirror, sitting back with her legs open on the arms. She held a hand between her legs, but she obviously wasn’t wearing anything under his shirt.
<- Do you forgive me now, sir?
Slade groans, unbuckling his belt and shedding his shirt as his skin warms, she only ever calls him ‘sir’ in bed, and seeing it typed out brings back good memories. He unzips his pants, pulling his hardened cock from his boxers and giving himself a few gentle strokes.
-> Almost, god it’s hard to believe what you do to me
He takes another picture, trying to make himself look nearly as sensual as Zephyr, his now leaking cock restless in his palm.
<- Wish I could taste you, damn.
His phone pings, and this time Zephyr sent a short video. She’s still lounging in the chair, legs spread to show herself off. The hand she’s covering herself with moves, her middle and ring fingers tracing her core. Zephyr moans quietly, and she slips a single finger into herself, her back arching slightly to press her breasts forward. The video ends, and Slade sighs, slightly disappointed.
<- Sorry, there’s a limit on the video :/, I can send more though ;)
-> Don’t apologize, you look perfect
Slade waits for a response, but as the chat bubble appears and disappears for a few minutes, he begins to worry.
-> Zephyr?
He debates calling her, but the bubble reappears and a message pops up.
<- Fuck, I’m sorry, something happened downtown so I have to go help Boy Blunder get his shit together, idk how long it’ll take, but don’t worry about me, I have another pic for you (I kinda lied about not having any clothes, I still have one of my ‘vigilante’ outfits) Talk to you soon though, you better not fall asleep before I’m back, old man. <3
Slade sighs, his head hitting the headboard behind him as he stares at the ceiling. Just my damn luck, we were just starting to have fun… His phone pings a few times in quick succession, and any disappointed thoughts fly right back out the window as his cock twitches. He opens the first picture, and his jaw drops slightly. Zephyr moved one of the bedside tables closer to her, and he could see one of her favorite toys sitting on it next to a small bottle of lube. His anger flares for a moment, She obviously wanted to spend a while with him, but that idiot vigilante had to drag her away for something he could definitely handle himself.
He exits the first image and skims the photos and video she sent, and he also feels a pang of sympathy for Zephyr, she definitely had a worse case of blue balls than he would’ve, though the thought brings a small smile to his lips. Whoever’s causing trouble tonight is really gonna regret it. Slade shakes his head, pulling himself back to the present, and taking a second look at the first picture.
Zephyr’s in the same position she was in the video, but she was spreading her folds, showing her drenched hole to the camera in a beautifully lewd display. Slade catches his lip between his lips, resuming his ministrations from earlier, gently tracing his length from the tip down, spreading precum across his cock as he clicks the next picture. She’s still in the same spot, though she has her toy sitting between her legs, it was a mix between a standard dildo and a vibrator, and through their shared experimentation, he learned it was her favorite among her small collection. It was slightly smaller than Slade’s cock, but in his opinion, filling her with it was almost as satisfying as watching her take the real thing.
She held it in a way that was almost measuring it against her lower abdomen, the tip reaching a little over halfway to her belly button. The truly erotic part though, was the way lube cascaded across the tip, settling almost like precum on the surface of the toy. Slade would be embarrassed to admit that he had done the same before, almost jokingly measuring himself as Zephyr begged for his cock. Slade groans, leaning back to thrust into his own hand, stroking himself to the thought alone before clicking the last picture, eyeing the next video curiously. Zephyr had shifted to her knees, hips canted to face the camera better, and again using her fingers to spread her folds. Though this time, the head of the toy breached her, and one finger rested on her clit, with a beautifully seductive look in her uncovered eye.
Slade swallows, imagining the toy as his own cock as he squeezes his tip, more precum leaking over his fist as his hips buck. He almost didn’t want to click the video, content with rutting into his own hand with the pictures Zephyr graciously took, but his curiosity was overwhelming, and so was his need for release.
Slade selects it, and groans as Zephyr appears, in the same position as her last picture, kneeling over the toy. She shifts, pulling one knee over the side of the chair to straddle it, setting her knee on the table and giving her a base as she shifts the camera, revealing her face. She sticks her tongue out and winks, rolling her hips to draw the toy in deeper, and Slade realizes he can just barely hear the vibrations through the speakers, so he turns up the volume as Zephyr moans, shivering. He thrusts into his hand again, trying to match Zephyr’s pace as she carefully lowers herself, sheathing the toy and jolting as the vibrations likely hit her clit or another sensitive spot. Slade watches her move, muscles tightening and loosening as she rides the toy, moans and huffs leaving her lips as she stares into the camera.
He thrusts into his hand, following her pace as a knot tightens in his gut, quickly growing as Zephyr’s moans increase in volume, and Slade moans in shock as thick ropes of cum cover his hand and stomach, hips stuttering as his orgasm passes, leaving him breathless as the video continues. Slade continues to admire her body as he relaxes, and he’s suddenly startled by a ringtone, and to his surprise, so is the recording of Zephyr. She stops moving, and her lust-drunk eyes scan the room before landing on the phone in her hand, and she curses, ending the video.
Slade’s jaw drops, after all of that effort on her part, she was called downtown before she could cum? No wonder her mood soured so quickly. A large part of Slade wanted nothing more than to return to Gotham and beat that idiot vigilante into a puddle of blood for this, but it felt childish and petty. Zephyr had agreed to help after all, which meant it truly was important, but he was still angry on her behalf. He sighs, glancing down at the mess he made, and he drags himself to the bathroom to clean up. Slade returns a while later, refreshed from a shower, and checks his phone. He had a single message from a few seconds ago.
<- Hey, hope you didn’t fall asleep? ( ._. )’
-> Of course not, how did everything go downtown?
<- It went ok, just a few cuts and bruises, nothing serious, how’s everything on your end? Did you like what i sent? ;)
Relief washes over him at that, and a blush reaches his cheeks at the thought of his actions.
-> I did, but I noticed you were interrupted near the end, need any help getting relaxed again?
Slade waits, watching the chat bubble appear and disappear again.
<- You’re probably tired by now…
-> I’m not tired at all, I’m more worried about you right now
<- Thanks, that call was kinda at the worst possible moment, I’m getting back into what I was wearing
-> My shirt?
<- Uh huh
-> Video call? I want to talk to you, it’ll make it easier
Slade waited again, he knew it’d take a second for her to undress, especially out of her gear, so when the call popped up, it caught him by surprise before he answered. Zephyr had set her phone to the side while she adjusted his shirt, and Slade clears his throat to get her attention. “Oh, uh, hey.” She laughs a little before picking up the phone, her hair is tousled and she looks tired, but her face brightens when she sees Slade. “Hey, you really do look good in my shirt.” She smiles again, and a blush creeps along her face.
“You really are a charmer, you know that?” She sticks her tongue out at him, and sits down in the chair she moved before. She glances around, and moves a few things in front of her, and Slade realizes that she moved the table around again as she sets up her phone, the camera set right in front of her. She fidgets in the chair and Slade hums, scanning the frame for the supplies she had earlier. “Do you still have everything?” She nods.
“Good, settle back in that chair, make yourself nice and comfortable.” Slade follows his own advice, and settles back against the headboard, watching Zephyr settle into a similar position to earlier, sitting back, legs spread in front of the camera. He huffs, scanning her head to toe as a hand shifts to cover herself.
“You look good enough to eat, Zephyr, god I wish I was back on Gotham with you. I think I’d scare you away if I told you all I want to do to you when I get back.” A shiver traces her spine, and her back arches slightly.
“But for now, I want you to touch yourself, get yourself nice and wet for your favorite toy, so I can watch you stuff yourself full, wishing it were me.” She almost gawks at him for saying that, but she composes herself, getting comfortable in the chair before tracing her folds with her fingers, gathering her wetness, and spreading it as Slade watches on. When Zephyr feels ready, she slips a finger in, then another, stretching herself, and relaxing her muscles. Slade’s voice worms its way into her consciousness again “I want to watch you cum on your fingers, just so you can release tension before we continue, understood?”
She nods, shaking. “Y-yes, sir.”
Zephyr moans, rolling her hips into her fingers as her orgasm crashes over her, but instead of helping, it almost makes her longing worse. “Perfect girl, good job.” She wished Slade were in Gotham, that way she wouldn’t feel like she was taking advantage of his time, but Slade shifts to grab her attention. “Zephyr, do you want more?” She hesitates, but nods. “As long as I’m not-”
“You’re not wasting my time, Zephyr…” She nods again, catching her breath as she watches Slade eye her toy next to her.
Zephyr grabs the small bottle of lube and the toy, opening the lid, and sheepishly dripping it onto the head, spreading the slick substance over the silicone, but Slade cuts in just before she sets the bottle aside. “I have a favor to ask.”
“A-and what would that be?” He smirks, gesturing to the bottle.
“Put some directly on you, I want to watch it drip down into your greedy little hole while you fuck yourself.” Zephyr flushes, nodding, sheepish as she pulls the bottle back, opening the top and dripping a good amount of the cold liquid just above her clit, shivering from excitement and the cold.
Slade watches her silently, catching her eye as she brings the toy back to her abdomen, she rubs the tip between her folds, collecting some of the lube that dripped down before pressing the tip inside, moaning as she tries to keep herself still. Zephyr looks up and catches Slade’s eye as she pulls herself to her knees to give herself a better angle for her tired arms. She moves one leg over the armrest, opening her legs farther, giving Slade a better view of her dripping core. She gently thrusts the toy, taking more of it with each thrust until it reaches the end, settling completely within her again. She huffs out a few breaths, and Slade speaks again. “Turn it on, I want to watch you become a writhing, moaning mess after everything you went through today.” Zephyr nods, tensing her muscles slightly to avoid jumping as she turns on the toy, the vibrations immediately catch her off guard, making her cry out in shock and instinctively tighten around the toy, sending her spiraling again. “Good girl…” Slade drawls, palming his now-hardening erection again, watching Zephyr squirm was quickly bringing him back to his earlier predicament.
Zephyr moans, back arching away from the chair as another orgasm hits her, sending her breathless and fumbling to turn the toy off. She holds herself there for a moment before smiling at Slade.
“T-thanks love.” She laughs a little and Slade just smiles.
“Of course, I promise I’ll be back soon, Wintergreen can’t keep me here forever.”
She blows him a kiss and he feigns catching it, holding a hand to his heart as they say the last of their goodbyes and hang up. Slade sighs, settling back into the cushions and staring at his closed fist. He opens his hand, pressing a gentle kiss on his palm...
I need to get this contract over with very, very soon.