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"So pretty, gonna look so pretty all full of me. Gonna get your pregnant and all swollen with my baby, huh? You'd be the best momma ever, best one in the whole world. You'd look so so so pretty all pregnant. Can't even keep my hands to myself right now, wouldn't be able to keep them to myself at all if you had my baby in you. Oh- m'so close, soooo close, fuck, fuck, fuck. So pretty, so pretty and good for me and wonderful and so pretty." He mumbles, rambling against your neck, sweaty and breathy because you've been at this for hours, you're already so full with him. There's just no way you can be anymore full, its to the brim at this point, spilling out of you, gushing with every thrust. It's almost disgusting, so pornografic that if you weren't so fucked-out you would cringe from the feeling and the sound of it.

"Dicky, can't take anymore, can't." You babble, pushing at him weakly, you're so sore and overstimulated, cunt all red and puffy from over use. "Yes you can, I know you can." He smiles when he kisses up your neck to your mouth, sighing against it while one of his hands comes up to peak at your nipples, puffy from previous use. True to his word, as always, you take another load. His cum weakly spurting until his dick just pulses, shooting blanks. "Good, did so good, took it all so well. Just waited until I was all empty, yeah?"

You nod, sleepy and fucked-out. "Mhm." You barely manage a short hiss when he pulls out, three thick fingers, scarred and calloused, shoving his spend all back inside you, the second it starts practically pouring out of you.

For being such a dick sometimes, Tony Stark is a sweet lover. He's slow and gentle, peppering kisses over your face when you whine out at the stretch of his cock pushing against your hole. He rubs your calves when you kick your legs out at his hips, body instinctively trying to push the man responsible for its overwhelm away.

"Baby, it's okay. I promise it's okay. I'll go in, in one go, yeah? Maybe that'll help you out, minimize the feeling of something pushing." Always the problem solver, even when he's flushed a splotchy red all the way down to his ribs, big brown eyes staring down at with such a look of arousal on his face it almost hurts to have it directed at you.

And he does push in, in one big push. Lets you adjust for a minute, because your back is arching, nails clawing at his shoulder, kicking your feet against the bed for something solid to set their soles against.

He coos at you, whispering soft little "did so good", "you feel so good around me", "I know it's a little much, but you're tough, yeah?", while he rubs his big hands across the tops of your thighs, leaning down to kiss at your chest.

Once you're adjusted he's thrusting in and out, not hard but fast. Fast and gentle, doesn't give you a second to feel overwhelmed. Even when your digging your nails into his shoulders and your legs are giving those little twitches, he knows it's not because it' 'too much', it's just because it feels good. He knows this because you can't keep your mouth shut when he's in you, babbling on and on about how good he feels.

"Feels- feels sooooo good, Tony, so good. Love it so much, love your cock so much, feels so so good, please, please, please, please. I love you, I love you, I love you." You sob out that final 'I love you', shaking as you get closer, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you try to push him away. He's nailing that spongey spot inside you with every thrust and it's just so good, too good. The feeling of needing to cum is *so* sharp, an achey feeling in your stomach that has you crying.

"Oh, shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're okay. Don't run from it, you wanna cum don't you? Wanna feel good?" He waits until you nod to grip your hips, holding you down so you can't squirm away from his cock. He wipes away your tears, cups your splotchy red-patched cheek as you shake through your orgasm, hiccuping as you thrash.

When he's actually moving in and out, hard and fast, you are so not ready. Nails digging into his shoulders while your back arches and you're jaw is all slack silent moans falling while you squirm.

"Look at that, good girl. You can take it, yeah? You got this." Tim reassures, cock grin on his face while he hitch your leg higher on his shoulder reaching so deep. Fingers shoved down your throat so you can suck on them, "keeps your jaw from cramping", He says when your lips close around the digits.

"You're clenching so tight, you act like you've never been fucked before." He mumbles, almost like he's talking to himself. Then his hand is reaching down to rub at your clit, and you're biting at the fingers in your mouth because he feels so good. He hisses but doesn't make any moves to pull them out while you cum, back arching off the bed while you try to pull him closer to you, arms around his shoulders. He leans down so you're chest to chest, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks while he withdraws his fingers- red and slick and bitten- and uses that hand to rub your thigh gently.

"Baby, this is barely anything, c'mon. I stopped work to take care of my girl. You really want me to stop?" He asks, voice raspy in your ear from years of yelling during fights with the league, hand rubbing on your lower belly where he can feel himself bulging in your guts.

"No-no-no, don' stop. M'sorry, don' stop. Can take it." You babble and Dick has the audacity to laugh, and go "I know you can, sugar." While still laughing and picking up the speed of his thrusts, jostling you so far up on his desk that your feet are off the ground, toes curling in the air.

He yawns heavily, rubbing his hips in a circle onto his pillow, feeling the pre-cum drip from his slit into his boxers, soaking the fabric and wetting his pillow case. Whatever, he has more.

"Can you jus' like.. y'know." Tim rolls over, holes in his ratty black boxers—clinging tight to the firm, fuzzy thickness of his thighs. The sun filters in through his bedroom curtains worn-thin, his forearm hugging the pillow to his waist. Stomach-down, ass half-up, lazily peering back at you through bleary, squinted vision.

"Take care of me?" He grunts, muffled into the pillow. The bedsprings groan under his weight, alongside his own, continued sluggish jerk of his hips; half-assed and heavy with sleep. Tim's eyes crack open to shoot you this pleading look through girlishly luscious lashes, deep blue eyes still glazed with look of somebody halfway to dreamland. He could cum like this, he has before. It's just so much better when you make him cum.

"Don't care what you do, baby." Tim sighs, a tired sound that he makes when sleep hasn't fully fulfilled the deep bone tired feeling he has, nuzzling happily into his pillow as the blankets tangle amidst his legs, his boxers ride up when he shifts, tight circles around the tops of his thighs, shifting once-again, bed letting out another anguished creak. His smile is content, eyes not even half-lidded; simply slipped shut in his state of bliss.

Oh yes yes yes and he's just so

He looks so confused by your worn out expression, "What's wrong?" He's such a sweet guy, doesn't even realize that you don't have the same stamina as him.

"You just had me folded in half like a pretzel for 2 hours, m'gonna be sweaty." You mumble out, eyes drooping while he rubs your sides while calloused hands.

"Oh. Sorry." Dick looks almost sheepish, smiling softly while he head tilts to the other side, and he backs up off of you to sit on his knees. "S'okay, you did good, felt good." You reassure, eyes closing while you pat at his hand like he's a dog. He sure looks like one right now, head tilted and his blue eyes all big as he looks you over.