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( PART ONE & PART TWO / comic masterlist / main masterlist / taglist )

⋆ starring: ONLY JASON MF TODD! ⋆ cw: NSFW 18+ mdni, f!reader, TOXIC behaviors, slight angst, explicit texts, swearing ⋆ a/n: unfortunately i could only write a continuation for jason. the rest of them gave me the ick BAD so they'll stay blocked!!

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cw : smut mdni, fem reader, dry humping, thigh riding, could be considered light somno, making out, praise, somewhat subby clark, cumming in pants, brief descriptions of vaginal sex

requests are open!!!

3:16 AM, the clock reads as clark turns over, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

he looks down at you, curled into his chest, the picture of serenity. your head rests comfortably on his right pec as though it's a pillow. your right arm is strewn across him as well, your fingers curling around his left bicep, as though he'd slip away from you if you didn't keep him there. one of your legs is bent and slotted in between his own, cozy as can be.

your face is smushed into him as you sleep and clark can't help but admire you. he's sleepy, very much so, but he almost debates staying awake just a few minutes longer just to watch you. it would be creepy in any other context, but he's just so in love with you.

he sighs and shuts his eyes, snuggling into his pillow once again when he hears you start to whimper. he opens his eyes again, concerned he's woken you up somehow, when he realizes you're still fast asleep.

he dismisses it and goes to close his eyes again when you mumble out a "mmm clark". he's surely awake now. he starts to wonder if you're dreaming about him, almost letting out a little "awww" at the thought. how much more precious could his sweet girl get? that's when he feels you lazily roll your hips against his thigh.

oh.

clark immediately feels his cock begin to harden at the realization of what was going on. he certainly wasn't going back to sleep now.

you whimper again, still completely asleep. he feels his cock twitch, at which he lets out a groan. he tries to quiet himself after, wanting to let you enjoy your dream. you rut your hips against his thigh and moan again, lips parting, eyes still shut in pure bliss. god, he could cum right there.

you continue your ministrations a little more consistently now and clark is just melting. he doesn't know whether to wake you up or just keep watching. torn, he decides to just gently help you along, placing his hands on your hips and guiding you in rocking against him. as he does so, he begins to feel your need soaking warmly through your thin sleep shorts. he shamelessly lets out another groan.

it's not long after this that you start to stir. "clark?" you murmur, your hips slowing just barely as you become conscious. "whaddya doin?" you question, referring to his hands cradling your hips, still moving you back and forth.

"were you havin a dream baby?" he asks, ignoring your question. your eyes widen.

"mhmm," you respond simply, starting to remember. his grip on you tightens slightly.

"yea, i thought so hun," he says, voice deep with lust. "wanna tell me about it?"

you hesitate, half because you're still sleepy and half because you can hardly string together a coherent thought as he continues to move you back and forth on the muscle of his thigh.

" i- mmmh- you were letting me ride you," you stutter, the friction on your clit delicious as his thigh flexes and he pushes you a little harder against him.

"oh yeah? what'd it feel like baby?"

"so fucking good clarkie. you were stretching me out so much- oh god," you start to roll into him on your own accord.

"gosh your so hot," he whispers, growing impossibly harder, his cock now straining against the soft fabric of his flannel pj pants.

"and you were telling me that i was so tight and- ohhh fuck- you were gonna fill me up so good-"

"mmmfh, c'mere," clark moans lowly, moving his hands up to your waist to change your position. you whine at the loss of contact on your clit that is absolutely throbbing at this point, moaning in relief again when he sets you atop his clothed cock.

god he feels so big. you don't wait for instruction, you start to drag your achy clit against him with fervor, both of you moaning out in unison.

"baby im not gonna last if you keep makin those pretty noises," he says, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to hold back.

you whimper again at his words alone. "me either," you breathe out between moans. "just cum with me clark," you state, your orgasm building embarrassingly quick within you.

he pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips and into your mouth, causing you to moan against him. he allows you to break away as his hands snake up under your tank top and he begins to play with your nipples.

everything becomes too much. you press yourself against him even harder as you continue to bounce. you let out a near incoherent string of please and clark like it's a prayer, eyes rolling back at the increasing pleasure he was giving you.

"yeah, oh my, just like that baby, make a mess on my pants, god you're perfect," he encourages breathily. you cry out at the praise and speed up.

clark bucks up into you one, two, three times, and the coil within you snaps. your moans are borderline pornographic and your toes curl as you ride out your high, release leaking through your shorts and right onto his dick.

you're so caught up in the bliss of your own orgasm, you barely hear his broken whimpers, let alone notice him cumming in his pants.

cw: established relationship, stalking implied, smut, mommy kink, bondage, slight orgasm denial

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who begged you to stay at his apartment after spending one evening there — so he could make sure you were safe

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who always makes sure you are staying away from danger

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who makes you text him every time you go out — grocery shopping, leaving your workplace during your lunch break, throwing away the garbage, going to the doctor — he NEEDS to know it all

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who seems to always be five feet away — done with work? He’s waiting outside. Going for a walk? He’s by your side.

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who has you set as his home- and lockscreen the second you decide to go on a second date

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who turns red whenever you tell him that you can’t talk right now because you’re about to shower

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately feels embarrassed when he starts thinking about you while touching himself

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is therefore touch-starved and has been for over a week

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately grows hard once he reads the “thinking of you”-text pop up on his lockscreen

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who with trembling fingers decides to open the picture you sent him only to be met with the silhouette of your naked figure

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who feels his cock twitch in his trousers

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is too scared to answer and just stands there looking at your picture like a creep

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who is knocked back into his senses by the sound of his doorbell

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who in a panic runs around his apartment and only stops at the sound of his doorbell ringing again

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who opens it, expecting the mailman but is greeted by you

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who finds himself tied up to his bed, begging for release

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who seems to have forgotten how to think properly and only says things like “please mommy, I was good, I promise mommy.”, “I haven’t touched myself — I swear!”, a tear rolling down his cheek as his overstimulated body twitches

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who finally hears you say: “okay, I see you have been good — you may come.”

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who immediately shuts his eyes while letting go and feeling his cock spurting out hot strings of cum for the first time in WEEKS

⭒ Pathetic!Clark who repeatedly thanks you for letting him come while thinking of you: “thank you mommy, I swear I won’t touch myself without permission, thank you — thank you — thank you.”

being mark grayson's crush!

mark grayson is not subtle in the slightest when he has a crush. no matter how well he thinks he hides it, you're always able to tell.

he's so whipped for you it's pathetic, he'd do absolutely anything for you, even though you're not dating. he thinks maybe doing favors for you and making you happy will make you want him, but he also does things for you simply because he loves to see you smile :')

he buys you gifts randomly, pays for any outing you guys have, and sends you daily texts like "i hope you have a good day! :)" or "this made me think of you!" with a picture of a comic he found (which he will definetly buy for you), he never lets you lift a finger when you're with him!

his constant willingness to make you happy perform tasks for you is one of the ways you found out he was totally whipped for you. he's just too friendly, too attentive, you had to have caught on eventually.

another way you notice his little crush is in the way he behaves when he's near you. he's tripping over his words frequently, but it's only because you're looking at him all pretty like that! his face is flushed a rosy pink and his heart is fluttering a frantic rhythm every time you give him a friendly hug, or whenever your hand lingers for too long on his bicep.

he makes it impossible not to tell, because this man has a baddd staring problem. and he'll get so embarrassed when you catch him staring too. you could be talking to someone else in front of him and he'll be zoned out on your face, memorizing your features for the hundredth time, only snapping out of it when you say his name. he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue :3

you've come to him in the past for your relationships struggles, and he'd always been so understanding, comforting you and giving you advice to the best of his ability. but there was no way to ignore the heartbreak in his eyes when you talked about your partners. whole time he's just thinking about how much better he could treat you, how much happier you would be if he was your boyfriend! he just wants to see you happy :(

but, of course, being the shy boy he is, he never confesses his feelings to you. why do that when he can just act like your boyfriend? he's avoiding the pain of rejection and possibly ruining your friendship, is what he tells himself.

of course there are some boundaries that separate being a friend and a partner. he wishes every day he could hold you and kiss you the way he wants to, the way he needs to. he wishes he could have you all to himself alllll the time!

for now he'll just be at your every beck and call and pray that someday you grace him with the love he craves oh so badly!

bold & naked

an irreverent, tentative continuation of this

18+

clark hasn’t fucked you since that first time—just feels like he’s entitled to do everything but, teasing you until you’re a babbling mess.

18+, mdni

clark cums in your mouth

swallowing clark’s cum for the first time but he realllyyyyy doesn’t want you to because he’s so embarrassed and he just wants to pull out and cum in his hand but you insist on him cumming in your mouth.

he’s all like

“i can’t, baby, it’ll be too much,”

but he’s panting and groaning and he’s so close.

you slide your hand up and down his shaft, spreading his pre-cum and your spit all around.

you assure him you don’t mind at all if he cums in your mouth, that you wanna take his load and swallow it but he’s so apprehensive.

he’s tries to pull away when he’s close but you chase his dick with your mouth and tell him you’ll be mad if he cums anywhere but your mouth.

he really has no choice 🤷‍♀️

he gets so frantic just before he cums and his chest is literally heaving even though he’s fucking superman.

when he cums, it is a lot and it fills your mouth so much that it starts to spill over the sides.

it drips down his dick, coating him even more while he twitches in your mouth.

he’s making so much noise too because he’s so fucking embarrassed about it.

“i’m sorry, baby, i-i couldn’t hold it-“

you cut him off with a sloppy kiss to his tip and a grin.

“don’t worry about it, love. you taste good.”

Asking your boyfriend for a hug shouldn’t be this hard.

You’ve been pacing around in your bedroom for ten minutes. Your mind a raging storm of thoughts— good ones, bad ones, all blended together to form a giant hurricane.

See, these past few days have just been so hectic and stressful for you (you had tried to hide your exhaustion from Dick, but you knew that he noticed) and for once, you just really want someone to give you a hug.

And that someone being your boyfriend.

There was a slight problem, though: you were not the kind of person who was used to any sort of physical affection.

It took years and loads of efforts for Dick to worm his way into your heart, for you to warm up to him and get to where you were today.

He respected your boundaries— touching you and kissing you only when he knew you were comfortable with it. And you loved him endlessly for it.

But it was just a hug. Dick loved you. He wouldn’t mind if you asked for a hug... right?

But what if he thinks it’s weird? That you’re being weird? It’s not exactly like you to just ask for it out of the blue like that.

“How do I even ask him?” you muttered under your breath, sneaking glances towards the door where, on the other side, Dick making your lunch in the kitchen. “‘Hey, love, may I please have a hug?’ No, that sounds dumb.”

You screw your eyes shut, groaning at your own helplessness. You paced around more frantically, as if to will your mind to come up with a better idea.

“Darling?”

Flinching in surprise, you whipped your head towards the door— now opened, your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe casually, a curious look on his face.

“Are you okay?”

You stared at him nervously, hands fidgeting behind your back. “Uh-huh.” You nodded, lips pursed. You didn’t sound the least bit convincing, even to your own ears.

“What is it?” That was when he stalked towards you. His tone was airy, yet careful.

Once he was right in front of you, his hand reached for yours, interlocking your pinkies together as he repeated his question with a look.

Blowing a breath, you nodded your head, giving him a soft smile in assurance. “Yeah. It’s just...” you trailed off. God, just ask him!

“I-” You reached out, only for a fraction, then stopped as you said the single broken word. The heat of embarrassment crept up your face, you could feel it. In your ears, your hands that were even start to tremble and clamp up a bit.

You blinked at him, desperately trying to convey your words by a mere gaze. Why was it so hard to ask? For a split, ridiculous, second, you thought about running away.

But, like he understood you, Dick's arms were already encased tightly around you before you could, pulling you close to his chest.

Your body tensed—the usual reaction your body gave to physical touch, or just affection in general, really— it took a minute before you slowy melted into a pitiful, stressed-out puddle in his arms, your chest already feeling much lighter as he ran his thumb over your waist.

“It's okay,” He hushed gently in your ear. “It’s okay. I know.” And he didn't know just how much those simple words undid you.

Lowering your head on his shoulder, you just nodded, silently feeling the dam of emotions break in your chest. Through it all, your heart did somersaults over the fact that he knew you so well.

He stroked your hair softly; you resist the urge to just fall asleep right then and there. “You can ask me, alright? You don't need to overthink it, I'll always be here.”

Humming in response, you, albeit hesitantly, just held him tighter in your arms.

With your arms still wrapped around each other, he pulled back just slightly after a while had passed, and planted a kiss to your forehead.

His fingers lightly brushed your cheek. “Better?”

A grateful smile curved your lips. “Much. Thank you.” You angled your head just enough to brush a kiss to his palm.

The next time you needed a hug, you didn’t hesitate to ask him. There'll be a day where you'd be the one to initiate those hugs, but that'll come sometime in the future, you just didn't know it yet.

And just as he told you, Dick was always there when you needed him.

author’s note : i forgot that i had this in my drafts and never reposted it😭 i edited some of the parts a little bit so it's a tad different than the one i posted on my prev blog, but other than that it mostly stayed stayed the same.

(also jj in her active era what?? 👀)

first time writing for invincible! watched the first season and a half with some friends and then binged all four seasons with my sister and now I'm obsessed! this is very dialogue heavy, but I hope you enjoy :)

would love for y'all to leave requests, I wanna write more and get better at it!

part 2 | masterlist

Word Count: ~1k

Summary: you're sitting on a rooftop, ready to let yourself fall, when a certain superhero joins you.

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts.

premature ejaculation | jason todd x gn!reader

"baby... s'okay" you coo at him, trying to speed up the process a bit.

he's on top of you, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes in the sensation of you wrapped around his length, taking all of him. he's trying his absolute hardest not to bust right here, especially because he just bottomed out.

"i- i cant-" he takes strangled breaths, shaking his head and letting it fall down to rest on your bare chest. your hand instinctively comes up to meet him, running your fingers through his inky black hair. he leans into the contact.

"jay, im sure you won't cum if you just move a little" you try to bargain with him, the feeling of him just sitting inside you instead of pistoning in and out of you is becoming increasingly frustrating.

he wasn't even gone that long! maybe a month at most. some mission he was dragged away on. not a day went by that he didn't call or text you, going on and on about how much he missed you! how he wished it was your hand instead of his fucking his dick raw every night.

"y-you don't get it, baby..." he licks his lips, looking down at where the two of you are connected, then back up at your impatient face. "i jus- jus missed you so fucking much" he complains, leaning his head down to press soft, gentle kisses to your forehead, your eyelid, the tip of your nose, your cheek, and anywhere else he could reach.

you have to take your bottom lip in between your teeth in order to hold back a smirk. you've never seen him this pathetic.

you experimentally roll your hips against his. he lets out a loud groan, "fuck!" he reaches a hand down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand staying at its position on the bed beside your head. "don't fucking- mfph!" he tries not to focus on just how tight and warm and wet you are compared to his hand.

you wince at his iron clutch on your hip. "jason!" you whine, "just move baby, please" you pout, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

he meets your gaze, "angel-" he whimpers, his head falling back down. you don't miss the feeling of wetness against your bare skin. is he seriously crying?

"honey..." you purr, "it's okay, i know you missed me" you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, making his breath hitch. "you've been so neglected, huh?" you ask patronizingly. he nods.

your sweet, soothing words are enough to make his balls tighten, sending him over the edge. who knew all it took was just a few words to make jason todd cum?

he lets out a soft, muffled moan against your skin as his hips buck into you, spilling warm sticky release deeeep inside of you.

"f-fuck!" he whimpers. he feels overwhelming embarrassment, lifting his head to look at you, tears still falling down his flushed cheeks. "m'sorry honey, m'so sorry" he shakes his head, hand traveling to the back of your head to bring it to rest in his palm.

you can help but huff a laugh, "don't be sorry..." you speak gently. "we can go again, yeah?"

Dick Grayson x f!reader x Wally West

in this dessert… you and your boyfriend Dick have a star in your very own homemade sex tape, who is all to eager to have some fun with the two of you. flavor: smut (+18), no plot contents: (3K+) Dick Grayson is slightly mean. dom!Dick Grayson, switch!reader, sub!Wally West. f!reader (reader has female pronouns and female anatomy), mfm threesome, oral (f! and m! receiving), piv. not proofread.

baker’s notes: this is my first time writing smut, and my first time posting my writing overall, so I’m nervy… I think the ending is a bit abrupt, forgive me because I should’ve been studying instead of writing this. I literally couldn’t bring myself to proofread this, because I would second guess and delete it all so if you see any spelling mistakes, no you didn’t. hopefully you like it!!

this fic contains smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The camera flicks on, fingers covering the view. Between them your face is visible, tongue sticking out as you fix the camera on your tripod. When it's done, you grin, removing your hands from the camera lens and waving.

Your boyfriend takes the clapperboard you brought for occasions like these and says "action," from off the frame. On the clapperboard, in your neat writing, it reads My boyfriend's boyfriend.

"Today," you begin, referring to the camera, "we have a very special guest on our show."

You reach for someone out of frame and gently tug him closer. A blushing Wally West steps closer. He's dressed only in red boxers. You tug him close to you, his bare chest brushing your lingerie clad one as you grin at the camera.

"Isn't he the prettiest?" you ask to someone behind the camera. The answer comes as a soft hum from Dick. He adjusts the zoom, moving the focus closer to your faces.

You're seen cupping Wally's face, which is blushing in the most delightful way, and you plant a kiss right on the corner of his mouth. The crimson imprint of your lips stays behind as proof. "Such a pretty boy. I've wanted to do this for so long, I've had to beg Dick to let me do this."

Dick himself is busy moving the view of the camera along your bodies, lingering on your hands, splayed across Wally's bare chest, Wally's hands groping your ass greedily through the baby doll dress you wear.

Soft moaning sounds can be heard, and he points the focus back on your faces. Zooms in on the hot tangle of your mouths. Your hair is bunched up in Wally's pale hand as he kisses you with such passion that you're leaning back from the force, giggling from the ardor.

"Greedy boy," Dick's gravelly voice sounds louder than yours and Wally's because of his proximity to the microphone. "Pawing at my girlfriend like she's yours. How long have you been thinking about having her like this, hmm?"

Wally pulls away just barely to examine your body. The lust in his green eyes spills thickly in the air between you and is palpable even through the screen. He tugs his lower lips, slightly swollen from your teeth between his as he takes you in. Your smile widens at the attention, knowing you've chosen your outfit wisely: a sheer baby doll dress made of a tulle that does nothing to hide the scarlet lingerie set beneath. The little bows and ribbons that adorn the edges of your outfit just make you seem like a delectable cake he wants to dig his teeth in.

"Not my fault she's so sexy," Wally finally answers Dick, talking as if you weren't even in the room. It just makes you feel even hotter, a match that he lit with his voice and set over your skin. The flames of desire burn through you, only to pool low, making you drip.

Dick, knowing every single one of your tells rapidly clocks the feeling and moves the camera to your bare thighs, which you're subtly rubbing together. He lets out a mellow chuckle, knowing you'll start whining for touch just about now.

And Wally seems to fit right in with your dynamic, because he seems to understand that you need attention too, and in and instant, his hands have started to explore the new territory that's you again.

Dick moves closer with the camera, not wanting to miss any nuance from this. Wally has your back pressed against one of the bedposts of the fourposter bed, the velvet curtain softening the surface for you. His lips are moving all over your face and neck in wet, loud kisses. Your eyes are half closed, relishing the warmth of his attention, his kisses like the sun on your skin. His hands are just as fast in his exploration, one hand holding your head still by bunching in your hair again, while the other gropes around. He digs his fingertips in the plush of your hips, moves them up to slip under the baby doll dress you're wearing. Dick zooms in to capture the path his hand traces through the sheer tulle, moving up the dip of your waist and reaching the soft swell of your breast. You let out a fluttering sigh that the microphone barely catches. It rises into a soft moan as Wally pinches over your nipple, startling you with the slight spike of pleasurable pain.

It draws a chuckle from Dick, still not having stepped in frame. The sound draws your eyes to him, and the camera captures the hunger as it multiples when you see him. You bite your lips, moving your finger in a come hither motion at him as you whisper his name.

"Not yet baby, Wally gets guest privileges," he says. But his hand comes into frame from somewhere behind the camera and catches your finger, bringing your hand up for a kiss on your knuckles. All the camera catches is the soft sound.

You don't seem too distraught by this, and turn your full attention back to Wally, who is trying to undo the ribbon on the front of your dress in the hopes to get more access. But his hands are trembling, and you catch them in your own. "Baby, don't be nervous," you coo, guiding him to tug on one edge of the scarlet ribbon. It unravels and with it your dress loosens further, making it possible for him to lower it from your shoulders ever so slowly, and it falls softly to the carpeted floor at your feet.

He lets out a dirty whistle when he sees you without restriction.

Dick chuckles knowingly again. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" The attention of the two men makes you blush furiously, but you still relish the compliment, preening slightly at it.

Wally's knuckles move over your body, tracing a feather light path from the dip between your collarbones to your stomach, lingering between your breasts.

"Turn around, baby," Dick says in his commanding tone, and you rush to present your back to Wally. He's quick to move your hair aside to get an unobstructed view of your back. The camera glides over the expanse of skin, and finally settles on your ass, fully out thanks to the g-string you're wearing.

Wally moves his hand to the plumpness of it, and gives it a squeeze, making you feel even hotter. You feel his fingers, dipping along the curves of your skin, so close to where you ache for touch, and yet so far away.

He moves one of his hands away, and you almost complain until you feel a long finger slip between your heated skin and the pearl string at your back, pulling it slowly and then letting it snap back against your supple skin. It doesn't hurt, but it makes you whimper anyway.

Dick laughs at the show, enjoying your torment. You turn your head at him and scowl playfully. He's standing relatively close, so you can easily reach out for his chin and tug him in for a quick kiss. The balance of the camera slips, and for a few frames all that's visible is chaos among Dick's curses and Wally and your giggles, before he manages to focus it again.

In retaliation, he delivers a quick slap on your bare ass, making you squeal in surprise. You pout pitifully at him, but Wally is quick to deliver his sweetness to appease you.

He kneels down behind you and starts kissing the tender skin. You sigh at his softness, threading your hands between his luscious locks. "Oh, Wally baby. You're so sweet to me."

Wally just smiles against your skin. He gently maneuvers your to bend over the edge of the bed, and Dick moves stealthily to capture his moves. He wastes no seconds on pulling the gusset of your g-string — a shade darker of red from all the wetness there — aside and spreading you properly for the camera to capture.

The warm lights overhead make it clear how excited you are, the glint of liquid desire twinkling enticingly. Dick has but a second to capture it on camera before Wally's head is buried between your legs, making your moan loudly. Your back arches as you grip the satin sheets to channel all this insurmountable pleasure somewhere.

Dick moves again, finding a better angle to capture this moment, just above your head. His knees dip the mattress in front of you as he settles in to capture the elegant position of your tensed body and Wally's own blissed out expression from just eating you out.

You on the other hand have found the perfect dessert hanging just in front of your own eyes. The camera can see as you move your hand to brush over the bulge between your boyfriend's thighs through his jeans, just level with your face. He's quick to swat your hand away, making you pout for him.

He captures the beautiful expression, and with a sigh that tells one that this is not the first time this has happened, he utters a low "fine". You're quick to unbuckle his belt with urgency, and in no time you have his beautiful cock between your fingers.

You tap his stomach so he can angle his camera away from Wally, who's doing wonders down between your thighs to his own dick. You grin up at the camera, toying with him playfully as you try to retain your moans. "My favorite candy," you say, before taking him in your mouth as deep as you could without gagging. A particular move Wally does with his tongue makes you moan around Dick, which in turn makes him moan.

The camera becomes slightly less steady for a second, before Dick takes a deep breath in and focuses back diligently on the scene in front of him. He's not letting this beautiful shot go to waste. So he barely moans as you work him, more entranced by the way Wally was making you shudder and tremble.

He captures all your muffled whines, your surprised squeal when Wally pushes two fingers in you, the dirty slurping sounds he makes, the focused expression in his pretty green eyes. Focused to make you fall apart. And in matter of a couple of minutes, he has you moaning in delight. Dick moves the camera to your face. His cock was long forgotten, not that he minded as you closed your eyes, fingers digging into his thighs as you moaned Wally's name. The darkening flesh of your cheeks and nose, the disheveled hair, the deep arch of your spine, before you let out a shuddering breath and collapsed on the mattress.

Only then does Wally step back, standing up over your limp body. Dick moves the camera to his face, shiny with his own spit and your arousal.

"You broke my girlfriend," Dick says in a mocking tone. Wally just grins proudly, caressing your back.

You shift, rolling to your back, a satisfied smile on your lips. Your fingers reach up for the camera, and this time Dick gives it to you.

You disappear from the frame as you take the reins, sitting up, and focus the camera on Wally. "Look at this tasty boy," you coo. "Don't be fooled by his innocent face." You move your hand in frame to caress his cheek appreciatively, and he leans into it without complain.

Then finally does Dick enter the frame, looking over at you appreciatively once before his eyes move on to his friend. You let out a laugh. "Watch these two hotties make out passionately," you announce, and they seem surprised. "What, you really thought I was the only one getting frisky tonight? Go on, I know you boys have thought about it."

Wally and Dick share a look, then they shrug. The camera captures as they move as one, coming closer and finally they kiss. Their hands move over each other frantically, memorizing the sinewy muscle that covered them. "Yes," you say beyond the camera. "Wally get my Dick naked." You giggle at the unintentional pun.

Wally complies without question as Dick shoots you a look. You move the focus of the camera over every length of exposed skin, one pale and scattered with the prettiest freckles and the other sun kissed and familiar like a warm summer night. Both of them well adorned with pale scars. Your camera skill didn't shine as much as Dick's, but the sentiment was there, behind the shakiness and your comments.

You move the focus up as Dick is in the process of eating Wally's face off, tasting you on him. "The lion has captured the cheetah, and is now eating off his face," you say in a National Geographic documentary tone.

Dick and Wally immediately step back, looking at you with varying amounts of amusement mixed with annoyance. You giggle. "Sorry, sorry. I'll try to channel my inner sexy." When they still don't kiss, you whine loudly, nudging Dick's hip with your foot.

When they're back at it, you zoom in more, capturing the hot tangle of tongues. "Fuck, look at that. Two swords are fighting for dominance. Who will win?"

Dick pulls away again, saying your name with exasperation. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was the last one. I promise."

You angled the camera down to their hips. Both of them are in their boxers, and Dick is palming Wally through the fabric, making him whimper and tremble. You capture as Dick's nimble fingers slip inside Wally's boxers and pull out his cock. You suck in an audible breath, trying to get a good angle of it, but your boyfriend's thick arm his covering your view. So you swat him aside and ignore the low growl in his throat. Future you will deal with the consequences of your bratty attitude. Right now all that mattered was Wally and his pretty dick.

Your hand reaches out to touch him appreciatively. The contact makes him moan ever so softly, and a dribble of precum leaks from his head. You gather it in your fingers and angle the camera towards your face as you suck on your fingers. You close your eyes, relishing on the taste. "The perfect balance of sweet and salty. Eleven out of ten, Wally."

You turn the camera enough to capture him going red, before Dick cups his face and pulls his attention away from you. "Ignore her, she's trying to take away your attention."

You just giggle, not refuting the accusation as they kiss again. The scene of the two sexy men gets you going again, and your fingers slip between your legs, the camera going shaky again.

The next time they pull away slightly for air again, your eyes meet with Dick's, and you gesture at Wally. He seems to understand your message, and presses his friend down gently with his hands on his shoulders. Wally seems to get the message, and lowers himself to his knees.

You step up to get closer to the scene and whisper in Wally's ear. "Baby have you ever sucked a dick?" At the nervous shake of his head, the camera exchanges hands back to Dick, and it shows the two of you kneeling down in front of him. You gently guiding him along the actions, you hand on the nape of Wally's neck, whispering praises and offering soothing when it gets to much. All the while you press kisses on his cheek and shoulder.

Dick gives out a soft warning, and out of mercy, you pull Wally away from his cock and take his place. Dick lets out some sexy groans and moans as he comes, making Wally stare up at him almost in wonder.

You just grin, pulling away and sticking out your tongue to show your price to the camera.

Dick lets out a shuddering breath, caressing Wally's jaw gently.

Then you look at Wally and smile, kissing his cheek. "My sweet Wally. He's been so good to us, Dickie. His mouth works wonders, but what about him?" you say, gently gripping Wally's cock. He lets out a whimper, and you coo, kissing his temple. "I know baby. You need attention."

You start moving your hand at a faster pace, twisting your wrist expertly at the top and bringing it down to the bottom. Wally's moans rise in volume, and he quickly has to grip your wrist. "Wait!" he says in a panicked tone, making you laugh softly.

"You almost came from that, Wally baby?" you tease him, almost meanly. "I haven't even begun my fun."

Dick lets out a chuckle.

"Besides, I want you inside of me, baby. Can you handle that?" you tease, nipping at his earlobe. Wally looks absolutely terrified and thrilled all at once.

You lead him towards the bed, making him lay down gently. He swallows hard as Dick supplies you with a condom for you to slide on Wally's cock.

He helps you straddle him like a gentleman, before you sink down on his cock, made easy by the mix of both your arousal. Both of you let out a moan, as Dick steps behind you to capture his reaction.

The bed creaks nastily at the way you start to move, and Wally seems in a trance by the feeling of you around him. His hands reach up to cup your breasts, still covered by your bra. Dick helps him on that front, unclasping your bra and helping you take it off, before throwing it aside somewhere.

With your tits out, Wally stares a moment to admire them, green eyes gleaming. He leans forward, sitting up so he can give them the proper attention they need.

Dick on the other hand sneaks his hand down to slip between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your clit, helping you reach your own high. You moan loudly right next to the camera, a buzzing starting to invade your very being. All that tension gathers, and a well aimed upwards thrust from Wally’s hips breaks it, making you keen and clench as your high takes over you.

It doesn't take much for Wally to come. He does it beautifully. Both you and your boyfriend watch as a flush takes over his cheeks, intense and overpowering. His eyes shine, eyes half lidded, as he moans your name, before falling back on the mattress with a sigh.

You look over your shoulder at the camera and Dick, grinning. "And this is how you ride your boyfriend's boyfriend."