Distraction

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Tim Drake x Fem!Reader

I honestly love the thought of Tim relaxing and just letting go and being a little blushing mess. Tim Drake is just a cute, fluffy character to work with. I hope you all enjoy! Comments highly appreciated! 

p.s I highly suggest listening to “Distraction” by Kehlani. It’s the song I listened to while writing this, haha.

p.s.s posting this early because it’s barely been two weeks and I’ve hit 100 followers! Thank you!

Taglist: @dammianwayne, @theshortegg

Masterlist

Word Count: 950

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The smell
of eucalyptus and spearmint filled the bathroom as you lit the candles, the only source light for late afternoon. Dusk was a beautiful time for bath day to begin. Rose petals littered the bubbles.

You got in
the tub when you heard the apartment door open and began to play the soft music
as Tim’s footsteps made their way to your location. You smiled at him, lifting
up a bubbly hand and gesturing for him to come in. “Hurry, before the water
cools.” He smiles as reply and strips himself of his clothing as he gets closer
to the tub, his clothes joining yours.

You always
make sure your back is pressed against the wall of the tub so that Tim had
enough room to sit between your legs. Bubbles always covered your breasts until
Tim’s back became the new coverage. He always blushes at just the mere image of
you naked.

“How was
your day?” he whispers, dipping himself down to lay against your chest, his
head resting on your shoulder. Everything has to be soft.

“My day
was good, perfect now that you’re here,” you whisper against his temple,
pressing a kiss in that same spot. A smile makes its way onto his face and he
tilts his head so that his face was staring at the slope of your neck and your
jaw. “How was your day, my love?”

One of his
bubble covered hands makes its way to the other side of your face, cupping it
gently, the bubbles tickling your face. “It was an…okay day,” he murmurs,
stroking your jawline with his thumb. You giggle.

“And your
week?” A tiny groan escapes from his lips this time. An airy laugh escapes your
mouth as you reach for the shampoo, your breasts pressing onto Tim’s back
closer and the blush returns to his face. You giggled at the way his face
visibly heats up. Your other arm reaches for the small cup, but Tim has already
grabbed it, scooping up water and letting it fall over his hair. Little
droplets hit your face and you laugh, scrunching up your nose.

“So much
is going on. Jason’s been a pain in my ass, Damian as well,” he sighs as your
hands meet in front of him, squeezing a bit of shampoo out of the bottle. You
hold out the bottle and he grabs it, placing it back on the side. You rub your
hands together to lather the soap before diving into his hair.

“What’s
going on?”

Tim says
nothing as his eyes close, your hands massaging his scalp, working in the
shampoo. Your head leans forward, looking at the side of his face and you can’t
help but smile.

“Tim?” you
ask quietly, your nails slowly raking up his neck to the back of his head; down
to up.

“Sorry,”
he whispers in a dazed tone. “It’s just, it’s taking a lot longer than usual
for me to hack into this villain’s computer system and Damian’s like,” he stops
to clear his throat and resumes, mocking Damian, “’tt, Drake, I’d presumed you
weren’t a fool, but as always, you prove me wrong.’” You laughed at the
imitation of Damian, bringing a smile onto his face.

“And
Jason?”

“Don’t get
me started,” he huffs out, closing his eyes and leaning back so that his head
rested on your shoulder, head tilted up towards the ceiling. You smile, lifting
a soapy hand to move all of the hair on his forehead up.

“Oh, you
poor baby,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on cheek. You embrace him a hug from
behind; one arm reaches under his arm, the other over his shoulder. You trail
soft kisses on his jawline.

“Thank
you,” he whispers, turning his head towards your, using his hand to move your
face closer to his, pressing a soft kiss to yours. You kiss back quickly,
pulling away.

“Forever
welcome, Tim. You know this,” you whisper against his lips, capturing them
again before he pulls back with one eye clenched closed.

“You’d
think I’d learn by now,” he states in a little pained tone. You let out a short
laugh before grabbing the small cup to scoop water and rinse his hair. One of
your hands tilts his back, scooping water up one more time.

“Eyes
closed?” you ask, glancing at his face.

He nods, and you gently pour the water over
his face to rid of any remaining soap. Tim’s hands shot up to his face, rubbing
his eyes. You run your hands softly down the slope of his neck, resting on his
shoulders. As he stops rubbing furiously, you start rubbing his shoulders; your
thumbs resting on the back of them, kneading into them as your fingers held a
soft grip. Tim slumps, leaning his body onto yours. You lean down to giggle in
his ear.

“I need
space to continue assisting you in the art of relaxation.”

“You have
no idea how grateful I am for bath days and for you,” he mumbles, loud enough
for you hear. You kiss cheek and move your hands back to his head, lightly
scraping your nails against his scalp.

To see Tim
like this, vulnerable and relaxed made you feel warm inside. You only him like
this every other Friday, on bath days. He worked himself too hard; his family
worked him too hard, but they knew Tim would be too stubborn with them to admit
it. Thus, came bath day.

He’d soon
fall asleep in the tub, but you’d wake him as the cold water began to get a
little uncomfortable, dragging him to bed. Full twelve hours of sleep would fall
upon both of you. It was a day you both looked forward to.