Title: Fifty Shades of Slade

Chapter Title: Just Sex

Rating: M for shameless lemons galore and cursing.

Disclaimer: I don't own this… I think that's why there's Teen Titans Go and no season 6.

Author Notes:

Yo. What's up? :D Because of the lack of smut on the Slaven tag, I decided to write my own little Porn without Plot (mostly). It's my first time writing lemons… Let's hope I managed to make some lemonade... Characters may be slightly OOC. Sorry.

Suggestions are always welcome. Give me prompts and I'll do my best to provide. I've already mapped out the first four chapters, but everything from chapter 5 on is fair game. Either drop a review or PM me.

Warnings: Desk sex, oral sex, fingering…I think that's it? Kinda vanillaish if you ignore the fact that it's office sex.

Please enjoy!

It was just sex. (At least that was what they keep telling themselves.)

It was just sex. No strings attached. No suave overtures or chivalric displays or romantic dates at the Opera House. No bouquets or rings or Valentine's Days—and definitely no I-love-yous.

It was just sex, plain and simple. Raw, passionate, I-might-stay-over-for-the-night-but-this-means-nothing sex. Rough quickies in the back of his car and clandestine little affairs in hotel rooms. Anxious, frantic sessions in forgotten alleys and darkened theaters.

It was just sex.

Neither was complaining.

"Slade…" Raven hummed as she pressed open-mouth kisses across his collarbone. Her fingertips danced across his skin, mapping his imperfections and all his scars. She could feel his arousal pressed up against her through his black slacks, his cock throbbing, aching with need.

"Raven…" He groaned impatiently, bucking his hips, trying desperately to get more. Something. Anything. For someone who loved to be in control, Slade couldn't help but think that there was something so utterly arousing about allowing her to take the lead. He loathed giving up control, but he didn't mind it so much when it was with her, especially when her skillful fingers got to work.

She ran one hand from his waist down to his thigh and then back up again. Slowly, she began to unzipper his pants, careful to just brush the noticeable bulge in his pants. Getting to her knees, she was careful to let her fingers circle the tip as she removed his cock from his pants.

"Raven…"

Looking up, Raven gave him an innocent smile. "Yes?"

"What are you waiting for?" He smirked. His commanding voice sent shivers down her spine, that deep baritone that practically ordered her to bend to its desires. "Get to it, woman."

His hand tangled in her silky violet hair and pulled her toward his erect and waiting cock, but she moved back.

Tilting her head, she fixed him with a mischievous grin he'd be fantasizing about for weeks later. "Perhaps I should stop then, Slade." Her grin widened. "I have other things to get to."

His eye narrowed, its normal sky blue color darkened with lust. "You wouldn't dare," he growled, his voice coming out in a guttural, almost feral purr.

Oh, she would. They had been through this game before, of testing each other's limits in a masochistic tango for dominance. But they were on a timetable, and she didn't quite feel up to explaining to the rest of the Titans why she was late for her night shift. Another day, perhaps.

"My office, Slade," she teased, cupping his balls. "My rules."

"Then I'll be sure to punish you like the slut you—ah!" Slade's thoughts were lost when Raven's tongue flicked the sensitive tip of his cock. Damn.

She licked him from the base to the tip before sucking gently at each ball, taking them into her mouth and working them carefully with her tongue.

Raven loved the way his breath just caught in his throat, the way he just gasped and groaned for more, the way his sole blue eye—so sharp, deadly, and dangerous—had lost focus on everything else except for her.

Her hands came up behind him and grabbed his ass and squeezed it roughly. Her nails dug into his skin as Raven seized his cock all the way into her mouth and began to deep-throat him. She impaled her mouth on his dick with each stroke, her perfect little lips sucking him into oblivion. Her tongue ran up the length of his shaft, and Slade instinctively grabbed her head to push his cock even deeper into her throat. She was growling softly as she worked her mouth, her eyes glancing up at his as she did.

God, he wanted to worship that tongue of hers. He would write poetry to it, if he knew it would listen. God. That woman was a natural at this.

How she could make such a submissive act become so…dominant was beyond him, but he wasn't about to complain.

Slade twisted and writhed under her touch, clawing at the wall. He was so close, she knew, by the way his chest had begun to rise and fall rapidly, by the way he was grinding against for more, the way his nails dug into the back of her scalp hard enough to draw blood. She could feel his pleasure rolling off him in waves, heightening her own desperate arousal.

He came in her mouth. She was sure to drink every last drop. He was delicious, salty yet sweet. Panting and huffing and out of breath, Slade forced himself to pull away. He looked down at her with hooded eyes.

Raven licked her finger innocently, cleaning off whatever remained of his cum, and Slade felt his cock harden yet again. "Satisfied?"

"Very." He bent down, picked her up, and set her on her desk, so her hips were pressed up against the wood and her ass was facing him. Slade moved to whisper in the shell of ear, with a voice that promised pleasure as well as pain. "My turn."

She spread her legs for him. Her breasts felt strained against her skin-tight spandex. The wood of her desk was so hard, but not as hard as the fucking she was sure to receive.

"I'm waiting, Slade." Raven laughed. "Impress me."

"With… pleasure." Slade breathed down on her neck. She shuddered as a she rode the wave of sensation. His tongue traveled its way up from the nape of her neck to the corner of her ear. Slade's fingers found their way to the underside of her breasts, playing with her nipples, so pert even under her uniform.

"Mmm," she purred, her back arching. "Is that it?"

"Hardly." A hand ran over her wet cunt, firmly and teasingly. Then, he moved her leotard out of the way, dipping a finger into her core, the rest of his hand cupping her gently, and then a bit more firmly. Raven sputtered for breath as Slade worked his way between her folds to stop at that delicate bundle of nerves. She tried to grind herself against his fingers, but Slade punished her with a resounding smack on the ass. "Why, Raven. It looks you're soaked. Does sucking my cock get you that off?"

"What can I say, Slade?" She threw a winsome grin over her shoulder with a mask of control that was slowly slipping. "I'm a naughty, naughty girl."

"I know." He smirked and bit her neck. A wave of pleasure cascaded down her, entrancing her very being. "My little, personal slut."

That just made her buck her hips more. The scent of arousal was in the air, her own and his. The need. The wanting. The lust. Damn. Slade knew everything—even her body—like the back of his hand.

His skillful fingers began to hit all the right buttons, working their way into her tight hole to leave her a sweaty, panting, hot mess on the wood. Slade pushed against her so she could feel the stiffness of his dick and his muscles pressed up against her supple back.

She was so close to release, to that the quivering, earth-shattering sensation bringing a roaring rush to his ears. So close. So…

"Cum for me, Raven," he murmured in her ear. "Cum."

She did. Those five words were enough to push her over the edge. She came violently, thrashing and screaming and pleading and groaning, and her body tightened with pleasure as it found its sweet release.

Slade loved the sight of her. Her hands were still against the desk, her face turned back so Slade could see her half-lidded eyes alight, struggling to stay open as she tried to not succumb to the pleasure. Raven's mouth was parted—just a tad—and she was arousing as fucking seven hells as she was reduced from a hero to a moaning slut.

"Very good." He flipped her over, so they were facing each other once again. Her delicious ass was perched on the table, her long fuck-me legs dangling over the edge. She was still in that leotard of hers. Slade desperately would love to it tear off, but they were running out of time, and he had to have her.

He placed open mouthed kisses to her neck as his thigh forced her to part her legs yet again. Raven just laughed, rocking her hips unashamedly against him so Slade could feel how ready her aching core was for him.

He buried himself into her with a swift thrust. She hooked her ankle around his thigh, dragging him deeper with every thrust. Then everything became harder, faster. The desk groaned, threatening to break underneath their combined weight. He was beginning to lose himself in her, in the perpetual need that only she could somehow satisfy.

Her entire body was on fire, every last nerve was on edge. He shuddered and thrust into her for the final time, as his cock filled her with his seed. When she finally did cum, it was shortly after him, after she rode the heat of his orgasm. Slade shut his eye tightly and pulled out before he slumped against her, breathing hard against her neck. She nuzzled against him, their cheeks touching, her body still rocking.

"And how was it?" he murmured, after they've both come down from the high. He had this cocky, smug grin on his face that she so desperately wanted to wipe off.

She pretended to flick off imaginary dust from her nails. "Acceptable."

"Only acceptable?" He glared at her. Adorable. Someone's pride sounded injured.

"What can I say, Slade?" She smirked, and Slade had to resist the urge to fuck her all over again. Raven fixed him with that heart-stopping, boner-inducing violet stare of hers. "It was just sex."

He laughed and bit down on her neck, hard enough to leave a little love bite. That was what he tended to say to her whenever she asked about her performance. "You're such a harsh woman."

"That's why we haven't killed each other yet." She nuzzled his neck, her fingers tracing his jawbone. "And that's why you keep coming back for more."

"True."

Snapping her fingers, Raven erased all traces of their little tryst. Her papers and things flew back into place. Even her hair righted itself, and Slade's long-discarded shirt found its way back to its owner.

"Now out." She gently pushed him from her office. Even though she didn't have office hours at the moment, Raven still had cases to peruse before she had to discard her Doctor persona and become a superhero. "I have work to do."

He stopped by the doorway, though not before slapping her ass. It was almost affectionate, except both of them knew that this situation was just a temporary thing. Stephen Wilson gave her one last glance. "I'll see you tomorrow, Doctor Roth?"

"If that's what you want, Mr. Wilson." Rachel Roth winked. "What kind of doctor would ever refuse to treat a patient?"

Slade exited the room with a laugh and a careless wave. Sighing, Raven looked at all the stacks of paperwork and reluctantly got back to work.

It was just sex. They had a contract, for Pete's sake. They'd get each other off for as long as they were both single until someone decided to break it off in order to pursue an actual romantic relationship.

It was just sex. They didn't love each other, but they definitely love this. Whatever it is.

It was just sex.

(At least that was what they keep telling themselves.)

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