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three moons, valarr had told himself. three moons of propriety, and the marriage will be consummated. he truly believed he could endure, even though you were the most beautiful creature heād ever laid eyes on.
it takes his restraintāand yoursāa mere three weeks to falter.
under the cover of midnight, his strong hands roam your body, clad only in your airy nightdress; his back is pressed to the heavy oak door of your bedchamber, your spine flush against his taut abdomen as he peppers wet kisses along the slope of your neck.
still in his black and crimson garbs, heād spent all day warring with his conscience. he had hoped the dying of the day would steady him; perhaps his desire would subside in the stillness of the evening.
it did not.
his fingers hook around the delicate straps of your nightdress, and you shiver as the fabric pools at your feet; valarrās clothes feel rough against your skin, but his hands are warm, and you cannot hold back a soft whine of his name. this is not dishonour, he reasons unconvincingly, feeling your nipples pebble beneath his touch. not yet.
āplease, my prince,ā you beg, arching against him.
his hardened length nudges your lower back, and heat pools in your womb, seeping between your legs, demanding relief. you are certain youāve taken leave of your sensesāto be caught like this would be to disgrace your family nameābut the embers of lust burn too hot for you to care.
valarrās hand dips between your legs to trace your silken slit, and your wetness sheens his fingers instantly. seven above. he wants nothing more than to fill you any way he can, to stretch you and make you his, but he cannot allow himself to sully you out of wedlock. you are too preciousāto the seven kingdoms, to him.
and yet, he can feel his tip leaking through the confines of his breeches. fuck, can he truly deny you? you are to be his wife, joined for all your lives before the old gods and the new; does that not absolve thisā¦this small indulgence?
āvalarr,ā you huff, bucking your hips against him. āplease.ā
āshhh. alright, darling,ā he concedes finally, pressing his lips to your temple in a soothing kiss. āi have an idea.ā
his free hand loosens the ties of his trousers, and his cock springs out, the tip flushed and sticky with his arousal as he slides between your thighs. your breath hitches; heās thick and hot and velvet-smooth against your skin. his rosy head prods your entrance, and you instinctively grind down with a whimper, but your betrothed tuts in your ear.
ānot yet, sweet girl,ā he says, his voice laboured at the contact. he cups your mound, rings glinting in faint candlelight, and presses his fingers to his base to trap himself flat against your slit. he rocks his hips so that you glide over him from root to tip, and the sound you emit is divine.
āon our wedding night, hm?ā he murmurs into your hair, feeling your fluids coat him. āiāll fill you then, my bride, as many times as you please, alright? i swear it.ā by the seven, he means it.
you nod weakly, hardly able to think with his manhood slotted between your legs. your moans grow louder each time the ridge of his head bumps your aching pearl, tightening the hot coil deep in your belly. your hand finds the nape of his neck, and your fingers weave themselves into his cropped hair, pulling softly. you whisper his name, and it sounds like music on your lips.
āyouāll be mine soon, darling,ā he says, his voice ragged, āin truth and in name.ā a dragonās bride, guarded like gold. his cock is sensitive against you, and he feels you begin to tremble in his grasp; his arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady, his hips working tirelessly to coax out your release.
āthatās it,ā he manages, his own peak drawing close as your throbbing cunt thrums against him. ālet me hear you, my dove.ā
with a sob, the coil in your belly snaps, and your climax seeps out of you, coating his cock like warm honey. you slump against valarr, his arm around you the only thing keeping your body upright. heat blankets your cheeks, your head spinning at the vibration of his moans against your back.
his release follows yours almost immediately. with a strained utterance of your name, valarrās seed paints the inside of your thighs white in sticky, hot ropes, and he sorely wishes heād spilled inside you instead. the princeās forehead drops into the crook of your neck, and you feel his breath fanning out on your skin.
he stays sheathed between your thighs, his cock twitching, pressing kisses to your shoulder until your body softens in his hold. he knows what has transpired teeters dangerously on the edge of transgression, yet guilt evades him as your remnants trickle down his shaft.
he picks his head up, his two-toned eyes glancing out at the round moon glowing through the window, and a smile ghosts over his pink lips.
summary: taking a beautiful, young bride has proven a greater challenge than maekar anticipated. it seems the anvil must stake his claim and remind you where you belong.
maekar targaryen x second wife!reader
warnings: smut, p in v, doggystyle, missionary, praise, creampie, age gap, possessiveness, mild exhibitionism.
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maekar notices everything. every lingering touch, every lord whose gaze travels too far down your body, every whisper that a young wife demands a vigorous husband. the court circles you like vultures, and even his own blood forgets their place; daeron has the wit to disguise his awed stares, but aerionā¦he watches you like a bloodhound. hungry.
he lets it pass at first. it is not her fault, he tells himself; you are young and vibrant, and men are predictable beasts. he has seen it all before, and knows the novelty will pass eventually. but maekar is not known for his patienceāyou are his, and by the seven, he will not let you forget it.
your fists are balled into the rich cotton beneath you, the sheets muffling your moans as his hips snap into you from behind, his cock filling you to the brim with each thrust. strong fingers grip your hips hard enough that you know bruises will have bloomed by morning, but the ache only makes your cunt wetter.
āmaekar,ā you plead, your voice a high-pitched whimper. you scarcely know what youāre begging for, but your husbandās name is the only word you can muster, and itās all he needs to hear.
he pries one hand off your body, snaking it between your legs to rub circles on your swollen clit, and the sound you make sends fire burning across his skin. your cries echo against the stone walls of his bedchamber, and heās certain the guards outside can hear what heās doing to you.
good. let them.
his fingers on your clit have your walls fluttering around him helplessly, and he feels his cock twitching, his peak drawing dangerously close. still, he resists, determined to send you over the edge first. his eyes are dark and famished as he takes in the sight of your ass bouncing off him, your slick coating his length each time he buries himself in you.
āfuck, good girl,ā he hisses, his voice ragged as your grip on him tightens. ātake me just like that.ā
your whines get louder as your legs begin to tremble; under his touch, you fall apart with a desperate moan, your release turning your vision white as your body sinks into the bed beneath you. fuck, all of kingās landing must have heard that.
the thought pushes maekar to his limit; he hooks a muscular arm under your waist, turning you onto your back with his cock still inside you, and his hands spread your thighs so that he has an unobstructed view of your glistening pussy swallowing him whole.
āseven hells,ā he growls, his thrusts growing irregular. ālook down. see what a mess youāve made for me.ā itās a command, and you obey, prying your teary eyes open to see where your bodies meet.
āall for you, my prince,ā you breathe, your voice soft and dreamy as you come down from your peak. āiām yours.ā
your words sink into him like valyrian steel, and he spills inside you with a low groan and a string of profanities, his hips staggering to a halt. finally, he collapses beside you with a heavy sigh, pulling out of you carefully.
no words are exchanged, but you curl into his side, your body pliant and spent and your breathing heavy. his arm locks around you, keeping you close, and in the candlelight of his chambers, maekar allows himself the faintest curl of a smile.
the realm can desire you all they like; you are his all the same.
Jason + dick with fem! Readerā¦Reader wearing lingerie to surprise them šš¾ā¦.for a special occasion or just cause reader wanted toā¦plssssā¦
mhm mhm I like the way you think anon
warnings: creampie, overstim š
dick grayson surprises you with lingerie for a special date night. itās on your bed when you get home, wrapped in a pretty box with a silk ribbon and shimmering tissue paper. the expensive kind. he sends you a coy message asking you to wear it under that one dress he loves so much just so he knows youāre in it. fuck, the thought turns him on; imagining the delicate lace, black with hints of baby blue, getting soaked between your legs the longer the night drags on.
but when youāre finally back in his apartment, heās on you the second the door latches. the dress he lauded is hastily discarded somewhere by the kitchen, and youāre left in nothing but the lingerie and your heels by the time you reach his bed. you can see how hard he is under his pants, and it makes you so wet; you move to shimmy off the tiny panties that stand between you and him, but he stops you, his blue eyes nearly black with need. ākeep it all on. please.ā
he takes his time (over the lingerie, of course), first with his hands, then with his tongue, entranced by the sight of your pussy clad in the sheer fabric. he doesnāt mean to tease, but youāre just so pretty like this. when he finally pulls your soaked gusset to the side, he canāt help the laugh that escapes him. āfuck, look how wet you are. been torture for you, huh, baby?ā before you can answer, he buries his face between your legs, eating you out like a man starved until your spine curls off the bed and tears stain your cheeks.
jason todd doesnāt know what to say when you surprise him with a dainty pink set youād been hiding since valentineās day. youād been too shy to wear it then, and frankly youāre still a little shy now, but you manage a small smile anyway. āwell?ā your eyes are wide, expectant, anxious for him to say anything. his eyes dart down to the little heart charm hanging off the bow on your sheer panties, and you feel your face getting hot. āfuck, jay, say something.ā he doesnāt.
instead, he rakes his big hands up your sides, starting at your knees until he reaches your waist, pulling you onto his broad lap. his gaze is fixed on your breasts now, encased in baby pink mesh with little hearts embroidered along the cups, and you notice his irises are almost black. āwhat are you tryinā to do to me, ma? hm?ā his voice is low, and you feel his hardening cock press up into you, tenting his sweatpants. āfuck, youāre not walkinā tomorrow, princess.ā
his cock splits you in half each time he bottoms out inside you. heās got your legs over his shoulders and your panties pulled aside, angling your hips so that he can rub fast circles on your swollen clit with his thumb. āis this what you wanted, hm? wearinā that little set?ā you cum for him two, three, four times, until you canāt string a sentence together. when he finally tires, he releases inside you with a deep groan, burying his head in your neck. a moment passes, and you feel him smile against your skin. āyou gotta wear this stuff more, ma.ā
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summary: the realmās dragons may be gone, but youāre a dragonrider nonetheless.
aerion targaryen x reader
warnings: aerion is a warning on his own, smut, p in v, cowgirl, light breath play (m receiving), creampie, bratty aerion, reader matches his freak.
aerion recalls the exact moment he overstepped. youād been your poised self all evening, nodding politely at the mindless chatter in the banquet hall as was your duty; your husband, on the other hand, had remained insolent as ever.
heād spent a better part of the night regaling his captive audience with stories of his favourite ancestors, knowing he was surrounded by families whose allegiance to house targaryen was thin at the best of times.
āmaegor,ā he mused, swirling his wine. ānow there was a great targaryen. he understood the importance of legacy.ā
the lords and ladies around the table tensed visibly at mention of the cruel king. aerionās blue eyes shifted to you, and a wicked smirk curled his lip.
āhe kept many wives. a testament to his ambition, i think.ā he noticed the way your jaw tightened at his words. āa sensible precaution, wouldnāt you agree? dragons are known for theirā¦appetite, after all.ā
silence befell the table as your guests glanced between you and the princeling with unease, goblets and forks stilling in half-raised hands. eventually, your eyes met your husbandās; to the nobles watching you, your expression seemed bafflingly serene.
to aerion, it was a promise that he would yet answer for your humiliation.
your nails carve crescents into the princeās chest, drawing a pained hiss from his lips as you pin him to the tufted bed beneath you. his fingers dig into your hips with intent to bruise, but you do not relent, grinding down onto him forcefully until his cock is fully sheathed inside you.
aerion moans, the sound deep and rumbling as his head lolls back. a snide smile blooms on his face when his eyes meet yours again, your expression caught between contempt and lust.
āall that composure, gone in an instant,ā he coos, his voice tight from the feeling of you on top of him. āi much prefer you like this, little wife.ā
you roll your hips against him, gasping at the girth stretching you open, but your pace only quickens.
āyou forget yourself, husband,ā you spit, biting back a whine as the head of his cock grazes the sensitive spot in your walls. āi am not some lowborn whore for you to toy with.ā
āno?ā aerionās hand slips between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit to rub circles in time with your thrusting. āyou certainly fuck like one.ā
a breathless whimper escapes you at his touch, but you refuse to yield; your fingers weave through his silver hair, tugging harshly until another low moan rattles out of him.
ātell me, my prince,ā you hiss, lowering your lips to his ear, your hips never once stilling, āif you are a dragon, what does that make me?ā
your head dips lower until your teeth are grazing his throat, and you feel aerion tense beneath you, and a satisfied grin settles on your lips. now youāve got him.
āanswer me,ā you command, releasing his hair to wrap your hand around his neck. you level your face to his, taking in his blown-out pupils gazing up at you through pale lashes.
āfuckāa dragonrider,ā he manages at last, his voice wavering as you squeeze his throat gently. āyouāre a dragonrider.ā
you feel him twitch inside you at his own words, his fair skin flushed and his voice thick with desire; his hands clutch at the flesh of your ass, desperate for purchase as you ride him closer to his release, the pressure around his neck increasing his sensitivity tenfold.
āand dragons obey their riders, do they not?ā your voice is firm, but your cunt clamps down on aerionās cock, signalling your own impending climax. you sense him resisting, but the words tumble out of him anyway.
āy-yes, my princess,ā he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut. with a final snap of your hips, aerion spills into you, swearing loudly in high valyrian as his body jolts beneath you.
you come undone soon after, collapsing on top of the dragon prince in exhaustion. moments pass in silence, aerionās fingers absently tracing your spine as he catches his breath. finally, you lift your head, taking in his dazed expression. he looks at you, and his gaze is laden with something newānot quite affection, but recognition, perhaps, of an equal at last.
āshall i expect you to begin collecting wives, then?ā you ask, resting your chin on his chest. you donāt miss the amused smile that ghosts over aerionās lips as he speaks.
āi have not known a dragon to have more than one rider at a time, princess.ā
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jason todd who loves to fuck you doggystyle just so he can pull you back up against him while heās inside you. maybe itās by your shouldersāgentle, so he can snake his arm around your waist and tilt your face towards him for a kiss; maybe itās by your throat, so he can feel your spine arching off of him and your moans rumbling under his hand; or maybe itās by your hair, when heās really fucking you, when he wants you to remember who youāre dealing with.
his hands donāt stay in one place for very long. up and down your sides, along the slope of your neck, squeezing your tits, slipping between your legs to rub your clit; heās everywhere. youāre grateful heās so bigāheās literally holding you up, keeping you in place, all hot skin and thick muscle as he fucks into you, turning your body to lava.
your fingers clutch feebly at him, reaching for something to hold; his forearms, his shoulders, anything to ground you while he splits you open on his cock.
ācanāt even think straight, huh, ma?āyou feel his lips against your ear, his smile evident against your skin. ānot when youāre gettinā fucked like this.ā
you can only whine in response, your thighs shaking beneath you. jason chuckles, settling a hand on your hip while the other travels up between your breasts to keep you upright.
ādonāt worry, baby,ā he coos, his voice ragged as his hips snap into you, āiāve got you.ā
summary: prince valarr knows his duty as baelorās heir is to secure the targaryen line and its claim to the iron throne for generations to come. a pretty wife like you has only made the responsibility easier to bear.
valarr targaryen x reader
warnings: smut, quickie, fingering, p in v, mating press, creampie, slight breeding kink.
youād always known your husband to be a dutiful prince, even before you wed; still, valarrās devotion to siring an heir takes you by surprise. for the second time since morning, heās sought to have you, seeking you out between his other lessā¦titillating commitments.
heād given you time enough only to disrobe before he laid you on your marital bed, his lips pressed against yours in a hungry kiss. his palms roam your skin freely, tracing a path down your body to where you truly need him.
ābut, my prince, the small council meetingāā youāre silenced by your own gasp as his hand slips between your legs, circling your most sensitive spot. you feel the length of his hard cock pressed against your thigh; his urgency clear.
ātheyāll wait,ā he mumbles, trailing his lips down your neck.
his finger slides into you with ease, and he works you open gently, until a second digit is met with no resistance. you moan quietly, tangling your hands in his hair and pulling lightly at his silver streak. the prince smiles against your skin, grazing your throat with his teeth as he braces himself on either side of your body with his strong arms.
he aligns himself at your entrance and sinks into you in one graceful motion, his muscles rippling with strain. almost instantly, his head drops into your shoulder, his eyes screwing shut as your warmth envelops him.
āgods, you feel good,ā he groans, rocking his hips steadily. your breathing is shallow, hampered by the fullness inside you. the prince quickens his pace as your walls relax around him, biting back another moan when he sees you reach between your bodies to touch yourself.
āiāve been told it canā¦help the pregnancy take,ā you tell him cautiously, your cheeks hot.
valarrās mismatched eyes are dark, his pupils blown wide with lust as he watches your self-pleasure. fuck. careful to stay sheathed inside you, he hooks his hands under your thighs and pushes your legs back until youāre completely exposed to him. you whine at the newfound depth, feeling your cunt pulse around him rhythmically.
the new position sets fire coursing through the prince, whose thrusts become harder, unrestrained. your fingers move faster and your soft whines of his name melt into pleas as your belly tightens, your release building dangerously fast. valarr canāt help the smugness that tugs at him at the sight of you trembling at your own touch, so visibly overwhelmed by the size of him and his strong hands holding your legs open.
āwaitāvalarr, iāmāā
you cry out abruptly, unable to finish your thought as an orgasm tears through you fast and hot, burning you up from within. your cunt squeezes around him with abandon, the haste of the moment only adding to your arousal.
āfuck,ā he rasps, his voice raw and his skin sheened with sweat. heās fighting his own climax, but the feeling of your walls clamping around him, milking him, is almost too much to bear. yet, you give him no respite; you have a duty to him, after all.
you lock your ankles around his waist and pull him closer to you by the nape of his neck, your fingers coiling through his soft hair. āplease,ā you breathe, ācome inside me, my prince. make me yours.ā
those words are all it takes; with a deep groan, valarr throws his head back, spilling his seed into you in hot, thick spurts. you feel him twitch inside you as his sensitivity mounts, and when his hips finally stagger to a halt, his body drops onto yours.
his limbs feel molten and his heart rattles in his chest; the temptation to stay like thisāburied inside you, with his face tucked into the crook of your neck and your hands running through his hairāis almost too strong to deny. still, a foggy memory of the small council meeting, to which he was now inexcusably late, drags him out of his bliss.
he sighs heavily and presses a loving kiss to your neck, lifting himself off you with care. you whimper when he slides out of you, the sudden emptiness unfamiliar. you tuck your knees to your chest to keep his release inside you, following valarr with your eyes as he dresses himself with haste.
ādo you think it worked?ā you ask after a moment.
ātime will tell,ā he says, fastening his belt. he conceals it, but a smirk pulls at his lips.
the prince makes his way to you again, peering at your exposed cunt and the small droplet of his seed that seeps out of you. thereās a hint of pride on his faceāsomething he oft tries to suppress, though you know it simmers just beneath the surface.
āuntil then, we will try again. and again. and again. as many times as it takes.ā his voice is gentle, but you see fire behind his eyes.
āyouāll carry the blood of the dragon soon enough.ā
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summary: itās hardly your fault that you attract the attention of knights and noblemen across the realm, despite your betrothal to a certain silver-haired prince. but in accepting a young lordās favour at a tourney, you seem to have awoken the dragon.
aerion tagaryen x reader
warnings: aerion is a warning on his own, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, degradation, fingering, edging (f), general toxicity.
you burst into aerionās pavilion with such ire that his kingsguard scarcely had time to announce your entrance. lounging lazily in his chair with a goblet of wine in hand, the prince hardly blinks at your arrival. under the black silk drapery of his tent, illuminated by candles, he looks every bit targaryen, with silver hair that seems to glow and blood-red garbs that soak up the light.
āleave us,ā you snap at the knight guarding the entryway. then, you turn to your betrothed. āi know what you did,ā you tell him, jaw tight and fists balled into your gown. aerion glances at you coolly, blue eyes taking in your seething face.
āyouāll have to be more precise, my lady,ā he sighs, looking down at his wine like itās infinitely more fascinating than you. his feigned ignorance only stokes you further.
āthe lord, my prince. the one from the tourney.ā aerionās expression remains blank, and your chest heaves with anger. āyou broke his legs!ā you spit, glaring at him. āthe maester says he will never ride again.ā
at this, the prince finally concedes a small smirk. āwhat of it?ā he asks, setting his goblet down on the table before him. āhe injured the honour of my house; i repaid him in like.ā
you scoff incredulously. āyou crippled a young man because he offered me his favour? are you completely mad?ā
thereās a pause, and in it you realise youāve raised your voice at a princeāone who has shown himself capable of great cruelty when angered. your wrath begins to give way to panic as aerion stands to meet you at eye-level.
āif i do nothing when a knight advances on my betrothed, my lady,ā he begins, his voice eerily calm, āthen he will think he is free to take anything that belongs to the dragon. and what will men fear if they do not fear dragons?ā
you feel your resolve and all your righteous outrage abandon you now that his clear eyes are locked on you. the smell of sweet wine on his lips blends with warm spices and the faintest hint of smoke. he studies you closely, his brows knit in thought. suddenly, his hand clamps around your jaw, trapping you in place.
ādid you enjoy it?ā he asks, undeterred by your gasp or your fingers clutching at his wrist. āthe spectacle? the attention of some lowly lord before the eyes of thousands?ā
you whine as he walks you backwards, your jaw still firmly in his grip, until youāre pushed against the table and made to sit on it. finally, he releases your face, and brings his lips down to your ear.
ātruth be told, i should have punished you both,ā he says. āonly a common whore debases herself for the affection of a lordling. is that what you are?ā aerionās voice is gentle enough, but the words send blood rushing to your cheeks. as you attempt to stammer out a response, the prince pushes your knees apart, and his hand works its way under your skirts. you suck in a sharp breath when his touch trails up your inner thigh, cursing the warmth that pools deep in your core.
āanswer me, my lady,ā he presses, your title feeling more like a taunt than a formality. your eyes flutter shut as his fingers glide between your folds, already slick with arousal, but you answer him nonetheless.
āno, my prince,ā you manage, your voice hardly a whisper. aerion smilesācold, unforgivingāas his fingers work you, drawing out quiet moans from your lips. your free hand clutches at his bicep while you use your other to prop you up on the table, your breathing growing ragged.
ādo you know what theyād say about you, had i let that indignity go unanswered?ā aerionās face hovers inches above yours, his eyes narrow. ātheyād call you a slut across the seven kingdoms. theyād say any hedge knight could have his pleasure with youāthe wife of the dragonāfor the small price of a flower garland.ā
his own words seem to invigorate him, quickening his pace between your legs. you cry out when he sinks a finger into you, hardly allowing you to adjust to the intrusion before adding another, and he laughs. itās a sound devoid of warmth; you can see in his eyes the same look you imagine he gave the poor lord before shattering his legs. hunger.
aerion feels the way you tremble around him, he sees the blissful expression on your face; you know the message is clear. you belong to the dragon now. you cling to his arm desperately, burying your face in his shoulder as your spine arches toward him, an impossible tightness building in your belly.
āforgive me, my prince,ā you beg, almost delirious as his fingers curl against a strangely sensitive spot inside you. your abdomen starts to contract and your moan grow louder, much to aerionās delight; let the whole tourney hear who owns you. and then, just as youāre about to reach your peak, he stills abruptly, withdrawing his hand from your aching cunt.
your eyes blink open in a daze, your thigh still twitching from your impending release. your wide eyes stare at him expectantly, pleadingly, your cheeks hot with desire; surely, he cannot not leave you like this? the prince leans over you and shakes his head, bringing his fingers to his lips to taste you. sweet as summer wine.
āforgiveness must be earned,ā he tells you after a moment, his voice coated in mock sincerity. he lifts your chin with a single finger, forcing you to meet his icy eyes. āearn it.ā
he gives you a final smirkāarrogant, like a knight whoās bested an a opponentābefore retreating completely. he exits the pavilion without so much as a second glance, leaving you flustered and frustrated upon the table, your gown bunched around your hips and your core aching for relief. you breathe shakily, for the first time contemplating what life will be like alongside aerion targaryen, the volatile, cruel, possessive prince he is.
and yetā¦warmth floods your lower belly again, and you cannot resist the small grin that curls your lip. you may yet learn to love the dragon.
dick grayson is an early riser, and he does his best to let you sleep in, he really does. but when you wear those tiny shorts to bedāthe little blue ones that hug your ass just rightāhe canāt help the stiffness in his boxers that greets him the following morning.
youāre sound asleep in the soft glow that filters in through the window. dick has worked his way between your legs, and heās almost apologetic that heās going to disrupt your restāyou look so pretty sprawled out on his bed. but his blue eyes dart down to your shorts, just mere inches from his face, and his remorse dissipates as quickly as it came.
his fingers hook around the gusset and pull the fabric to the side gently, exposing the thin material of your panties. he breathes heavily at the sight, using his thumb to rub your slit in slow strokes until a small wet spot begins to form. dickās lips quirk into a coy smile when your hips shift involuntarily. so needy, even when sheās asleep. he presses a soft kiss to your clothed clit before tugging your panties aside.
he carefully moves your thighs apart, biting his lip at the sight of your glistening pussy. his eyes are dark with lust and his cheeks feel warm as he buries his face in your cunt, sucking at your clit. heās gentle at first, mindful not to disturb you, but the wetter you get for him, the harder it becomes to restrain himself.
dick drives his hips into the mattress, his hard cock aching for relief as he laps at you hungrily. he moans against your folds when he feels you start to flutter for him, sleepy moans escaping your lips as your breathing becomes irregular. his fingers sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, locking you in place against his tongue as he pushes you over the edge.
your abdomen starts to contract, and your eyes blink open right as a deep orgasm tumbles out of you. dick smiles against you as you gasp raggedly, your spine arching off the bed as you ride out your release on his tongue. your legs fall limp at his sides, and you stare at the ceiling in a daze for a moment, the world gradually coming into focus.
your gaze trails down between your legs to dickās smug face, his lips glossy with your slick and his dark hair hanging over his eyebrows, and realisation makes your eyes widen. he crawls his way up to you, his muscles rippling under his weight, until his eyes are level with yours. he makes a point to press his hips into yours, his hard length grazing your slick entrance through his boxers.
āmorning,ā he smirks, relishing the stunned expression on your face. āsleep well?ā
a/n: i back š thank you for choosing martini airlines
so basicallyā¦finished finals š like a month ago š and nailed them as expected. but then had like a petite health crisis that required emergency surgery so thatās why Iāve been MIA š but Iām on the mend now so yay! rejoice!
apologies for never finishing kinktober, but 26/31 days feels like a good number to me tbh. hopefully that tided yāall over while I was gone š
Iāll ease back into posting after the holidays, just wanted to let everyone know Iām still here lol. thank u for all the support and kind messages while Iāve been away! ure all so sweet.
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dick grayson is under the influence of sex pollen, and itās too late for an antitoxin. youāre his only recourse, and youāre willing to do whatever it takes to help him. poor youāyou had no idea what you were agreeing to.
contents: sex pollen (m), overstimulation, multiple creampie, manhandling, cockwarming
warnings: dubcon. dead dove do not eat
the first thing youād felt when youād walked into dick graysonās apartment was panic. he was tangled in his bedsheets, sweaty and flushed, his pupils blown wide and his heart pounding against his chest faster than youād ever felt it. heād explainedāas best he could in his conditionāwhat had happened and, more importantly, what he needed from you.
youād hesitated at first; ādick, I need to get you to a hospital.ā but the look in his eyes was so desperate, so anguished, that you couldnāt bear to watch him suffer. you werenāt sure how you could help, so youād given dick free reign toā¦well, do what he needed to do.
you had no idea it would be this much.
youāre sprawled out on his bed, almost as sweaty and flustered as he is, your body limp and overworked under his as he ruts into you, moaning gutturally against your neck. your fingers are wound lazily in his black hair, and all you can manage are pathetic little whines each time his cock splits you open, your cunt overflowing with cum from the loads heās pumped into you so far. there are tears leaking out of the corners of your eyesāpart pain, part ecstasy, part sheer exhaustionāas your legs squeeze dickās sides weakly, your pussy tightening with the threat of another unwelcome orgasm.
dickās hands roam your chest liberally, squeezing and grabbing at your breasts far more harshly than he means to; thereās a small part of him thatās aware of how hard heās working you, how rough and careless heās being, and he feels guilty. but, fuck, this is the first time since he got dosed with that pollen that he hasnāt felt like heās literally dying. your body is the only thing bringing him any relief, and the grip of your warm, wet cunt feels like heaven around his unrelenting cock.
you whimper as an excruciating orgasm squeezes its way out of you, screwing your eyes shut at the convulsions, and dick groans, feeling you pulse around him. āfuck, baby,ā he rasps, lifting his head to meet your gaze. his eyes are glazed and bloodshot, blue irises almost invisible around his pupils. āI know,ā he coos, āI know. ām sorry, honey. justā¦feels so goodāshit!āperfect fuckinā pussy, all for me.ā his voice is raw and breathless, and you can tell heās trying so hard to go easy on you. you shush him gently, brushing his hair away from his eyebrows in a motion that seems to say, itās okay.
youāre too fucked-out to speak, and you have been for a while; knowing this, dick presses a deep kiss to your lips, moaning against you at the filthy squelching sounds emitting from your cunt as you push out more of his release. the muscles of his broad shoulders ripple as he lifts himself off you, tucking his hands under your lower back to raise your hips off the bed. you gasp at the new angle, clutching the bedsheets in an effort to ground yourself as he fucks you at a new depth.
his eyes are lidded and his brows are furrowed as he watches himself get swallowed whole by your sticky, swollen pussy. at this angle, he can see the mess heās made inside you dripping out, and it makes his abs tighten. his fingers dig into your skin painfully, and youāre sure youāll bruise by morning, but you know he canāt stop. dick lets out a raspy, low groan as another release builds in his belly, his eyes glued to your glazed slit as he pounds into you faster.
āfuck,ā he strains, his voice desperate and rushed, watching your cunt smear his length with both your fluids. āfuck, think ām gonna cum again, babyācan I?ā he manages to look at you, his eyes wide and supplicant. āplease, sweetheartāgodālet me cum in this pretty pussy one more time.ā youāre lightheaded from the position heās holding you in, and the relentless pleasure heās inflicting on you, but youāre able to give him a faint nod, letting your eyes flutter shut. how can you say no to a face like his?
you shudder as another of dickās orgasms pumps you full, keening at the sounds he makes as he unloads into you. heās caught between whimpers and moans, his hands like vices on your hips while his cock stutters inside you. this release is different from the others; the heat that rushes over him feels intense, like a fever breaking, and once heās done, dick feels the thrumming in his veinsāthat tightness that had him feeling suffocated all nightāfinally begin to lift. he stills inside you, letting your hips fall back onto the bed before collapsing on top of you.
your tired arms wrap around his neck, soothing him with gentle circles against his skin as he pants, fatigue descending on him like a freight train. he rolls off you with effort, aware his dense, muscular build is a little much for your body to handle in its current state, and nestles his head into the crook of your neck. his cock is still buried inside you, and his breathing is heavy; you can feel his heart beating against his skin, but itās markedly less erratic than it has been all night.
youāre too spent to focus on the aches your body will surely remind you of come morning, but dickās hoarse voice pulls you back into the land of the conscious. āI love you, baby,ā he murmurs, his lips against your neck. you smile faintly, only half-aware of the sun rising outside his bedroom curtains. youāre not sure how much of what happened tonight was the pollen, and how much of it was your boyfriend, but those words are unmistakably and irrevocably his.
a/n: quite possibly the single most requested and long-awaited post Iāve ever written. itās finally here. please...release me from the shackles of part 2 requests in my inbox