"You wh—oh, fucking hell," they moan, their protest of Oliver's impatience interrupted by a shudder as they feel his tongue running through their folds. She's not going to start complaining as his lips close around their clit, carefully settling against him and softly grinding against his tongue with their hips. He didn't wait for their instruction, sure, but that didn't mean what he was doing didn't feel fucking amazing.
Fuck, everything he's doing just feels so goddamn good right now, but they set aside the punishment they had in mind for a later time, thighs twitching softly against his face and letting out a breathless laugh at how pleased he looks despite the fact that Finn wasn't even paying attention to his pleasure right now. She was being a little selfish, sure, but that was to be expected from someone who got turned on while they were trying to kill a ghost. "Fuck, you look so pretty buried under my thighs," they breathe, running their tongue along the edge of their perfect canines like a rabid cat catching sight of a wounded mouse.
They reach down and tangle their hand in his dark hair, the sadistic look in their eyes only intensifying as they watch him. Their mismatched eyes roll back into their head occassionally, unafraid to express their pleasure as long as they remained the one in charge.
-Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.