❝ MAN'S BEST FRIEND! ❞ (2K SPECIAL!)
SUMMARY: a collection of dc + marvel men (and clois of course) as adult video tropes or dynamics!
CONTENT WARNINGS (APPLIES DIFFERENTLY TO SPECIFIC SCENERIO): 18+ CONTENT, consent is pre-given on all of them— rough/gentle sex, praise/degrading kink, brat taming (bruce's), unprotected sex, quickies, sex as a repayment method, fingering, oral (male recieving), inappropriate usage of powers, cheating (matt's), sub/dom dynamics (both male and female), ass slapping, choking, cheesy dialogue, faint hint of baby trapping (dick's), belly bulge, power imbalances! (especially bruce’s) a lot of smut so be warned!
STARING: clois (clark kent x lois lane), bruce wayne, dick grayson, matt murdock, kurt wagner, hal jordan, johnny storm, and wally west!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: 2K FOLLOWERS. THANK U SO MUCH! seriously, so happy rn, y’all wouldn’t know. just thinking about people liking my writing this much to follow me and support my work means the absolute fucking world to me so thank you. so much. new or old follower, from the bottom of my heart. so as a thank you gift, I have this fun one! this was inspired by this post by the author, @fushitoru! i included sum of my personal favs and obviously the ones u guys like the most— but this has a few bits of cheesy dialogue because… obviously, and they’re only around 1.3K-2K words so no long ones in particular! i had a lot of fun with the titles too + some of these dynamics aren't very popular, just one's that i've seen on the websites and twitter and one’s that I lowkey wanted to try out because… i can! thank you again for 2K, no words will ever be able to describe the feeling of people liking my writing so thank u!
CLOIS! (clark x lois! young intern/new hire!)
NOW PLAYING: “HOT NEW INTERN GETS HANDS ON TRAINING BY SEXY HIGHER UP!”
(next up: bruce "batman" wayne!)
clark had only been working at the daily planet for a little bit.
he was a new hire for the journalist empire, being his first real job post university. he was shown the large building’s layout by the elevator boy who had the layout printed on the elevators with floor indicators. he was shown around the building and the actual staff by the one and only lois lane who wanted nothing to do with shadowing any new comer, man or woman. she was there to write, not babysit.
however, she stuck it out.
she taught kent the ropes when no one else did and she witnessed his fast-made friendship with jimmy olsen, his slowly growing tension with steve lombard— who hated the fact that clark was ‘too nice’ to not be suspicious, and the eyes that cat grant gave him across the bullpen but never actually talked to him the same way her eyes did. He was a strong new hire who everyone seemingly liked and he made sure to follow commands a little too well.
The bullpen could also see the way clark looked at lois? wasn’t friendly. it wasn’t friendly in the slightest.
it didn’t help that his eyes lingered a little too much, it didn’t help that she purposely bent over his desk one too many times, it didn’t help that she constantly asked for his help and his help only.
under the veil gaze of ‘shadowing’, clark was allowed to get away with a lot of glances at Lois that would’ve been perceived as perverted anywhere else. lois loved the way he looked at her, even when she didn’t say anything, even when he whispered a ‘yes ma’am’ under his breath at her every order, even when he blushed when she got mad at him.
she made him stay after at work to help her with stuff all the time. nothing crossed the line, she just wanted some alone time with the home grown kansas boy, as well as genuinely teach him some stuff about journalism after dark. eventually they would break and one of them would make a move, and it just so happened that tonight would be the time they broke.
clark and lois were working late in the planet, with the two of them being the only ones remaining in the dimly lit bullpen, the moonlight and a few odd lamps lighting up the larger space as lois helped clark with the final chunk of his article.
he got up from his seat to go grab something from the printer across the room, and lois takes the chance, her heels clicking against the floor as she goes and sits upon his desk, hands placed on the edge as she got comfortable on his folders of paper. she crossed her right leg over her left as clark came back to the desk, the copies in his hand.
he looks up from the papers, looking at the sight of her on his desk and instantly, a blush spreads across his cheeks that he didn’t try to control, sputtering out somewhat a response. “m-miss lane… what’re d-doing?” he asks, gripping the paper a little harder.
lois smiles at his hesitance and the cadence in his voice, lifting her foot and moving her leg from her other leg, extending it and stopping his steps from coming closer but keeping him close enough for her liking, only an arm's distance. her foot moves and she places her heel against his crotch, right over his dick which she can not only tell is large but also has a right curve.
she digs her foot a tiny bit, expecting him to whimper out in pain and whine… but instead, he whimpers out in pleasure, moaning lower under his breath as his hand drop the paper and both wrap around her ankle.
“m-miss lane, ah…” he whispers, trying to not show her that he’s getting pleasure from this, not wanting to seem this pathetic, but he can’t stop his whimpers. “please…”
his big cock more sensitive than a regular human’s, and that includes because of his sexy higher up.
her smile only became wider, her eyes half lidded as she realized he was moaning in pleasure at her heel digging into his cock rather than moaning in pain. “you like that?” she questions with near astonishment, purposely running her heel up and down the bulge in his pants, feeling his thumbs stroke up and down her ankle. “never would’ve pegged you as a masochist."
he can only nod his head in an attempt to answer, gritting his teeth as his glasses slide down on his nose. it feels too good on his sensitive cock, especially by the woman he has day and wet dreams about, how could he not.
“p-please miss lane, d-dang it…” he begs, his voice breaking.
she cocks an eyebrow. “you want me to stop?” he shakes his head. “do what I say.”
he can’t even get a word out before he moans again, feeling the tip of her heel dig against his cock, right on one of his veins. “y-yes, miss lane…”
so that’s how clark ended up in the position he is; his cock sliding inside of his higher up, her nails digging into his back with her legs wrapped around his waist, both of his hands on the desk to ground him as he fucks into her cunt, whimpers leaving his mouth.
lois’ moans fill up the bullpen as clark begins a pace that she wanted; fast, so damn fast. being superpowered, it’s easier for him to not sputter his thrusts.
the desk shakes beneath them, the space between them becoming hot and smelling of sex, perfumes and colognes, coffee and honey as his movements become the only thing on her mind, her eyes closed and her mouth opened as the pleasure becomes a constant in her veins. her nails dug deep into his back, her heels beginning to make marks in his skin, he’s all she can think about, her little good newbie fucking her like this.
“o-oh fuck… m-mommy… miss lane… oh shittttt.” clark moans in between his own harsh thrusts, feeling her walls surround him and squeeze his cock. his face is buried in her neck, completely lost in the sea of pleasure as her fingers rake through his curls.
“clark, such a good boy f’me.” she praises low in her throat, looking at him as he continues to pump in and out, the bulge in her belly showing as the outline reappears and disappears. “so good… anything to make me happy, huh?”
he nods quickly, kissing her neck with kisses that were rushed and sloppy. “y-yes ma’am, do- do anything for you, baby, fuckkkkk, keep squeezing me, please? feels so so good.” he sputters out, hands shaking against the table.
her fingers tug at his hair as the tip of his cock presses against her g-spot with each thrust that he enforces, fingers trying to ground himself against the desk.
“keep going, handsome.” she encourages him, fingers scratching down from his black curls to his cheek, nails dragging down his skin as the marks appear on his face.
clark nods again, not stopping whatsoever as each thrust gets faster and faster, wanting to bring both of them to their orgasms. he’s never wanted to cum together more with someone, he needs it, he desires it so fucking bad, so he keeps going, not letting up his movements for a damn moment.
“lo- mommy please, c-can we cum together? please baby?” he begs, his hips sputtering slightly when lois’ fingers grip his jaw.
she tilts her head at the boy, softly moaning as each thrust does indeed bring her orgasm closer to its peak. “you want to cum together, baby? you want to fill me up while i cum all over your thick cock?”
he nods again, like a dog following orders. “please miss lane?”
lois nods, and what kind of higher up would she be to her younger new hire if she didn’t answer his questions and give him experience.
BRUCE WAYNE! (inmate/non-inmate!)
NOW PLAYING: "HOT LAWYER GIVES BAD GIRL INMATE HANDS-ON CORPOREAL PUNISHMENT!"
(next up: dick "nightwing" grayson!)
the courtroom slowly filed out, your lawyer bruce used the excuse of needing to talk to you to shoo away the guards waiting to take you back.
they trusted the billionaire lawyer to not help you escape in anyway so they left, being a couple of feet away from the courtroom’s doors.
you were currently on trial for property damage, caused by a laced drink at a party and an non-consensual joyride across the city; bruce was fighting to get your sentence lowered and being one of the best lawyers in all of gotham, he was working diligently and better than anyone else.
in his stupid dress shirts that rolled at the sleeves that showed off his forearms and fancy shoes that clicked against the floorboards of the courtroom every time he had to argue with the plaintiff, he looked irresistible in your eyes.
the moon has risen upon gotham while you and bruce sat at the table where you’ve been sitting for the last few hours. the handcuffs scratched against your wrists, your foot bounced as you looked at the man.
he had just talked about your case for the past thirty minutes, going over things and how they need to play out in order to get your sentence lowered. you had the evidence to prove that the drink was laced and you were forced into the car— at most you’d pay a few hundred dollars and the person who laced your drink was going to pay for the most of it, but you didn’t focus on that.
you couldn’t focus on that when his chiseled jaw stared at you tantalizingly, his eyebrows sitting oddly perfectly, the veins in his forearms prominent and that damn bulge in his pants.
he looked at you when you sat back in your chair, your thumb pressing against the chain holding the cuffs. “you even listening to me?” he can see the way your eyes are lingering downwards… and it’s not subtle at all.
you immediately look up, shrugging your shoulders as a smile appears on your face. “yeah! yeah, i’m listening… it’s my future anyway.” you lie, smooth in your mind but in reality? bruce saw it clearly.
bruce shakes his head, dropping the paper he was holding and leaning back in the chair. “you weren’t listening, don’t lie to me.” he says, the grunt in his voice entering your ears that makes your cunt tremble in a way you couldn’t understand nor deny.
“mhm…” you hum, nodding along to his words, trying to adjust your wrists in your restraints, scratching your thigh with the orange jumpsuit pants rubbing against your fingertips. “and if i wasn’t?” you challenge, tilting your head at him.
bruce frowns, he stares at you with a disappointed look that should’ve told you to feel a little guilty for pushing him… but how could you not want to rile him up a little to see the anger on his face?
his mind told him to not do anything, he’d be pissed in your scenario, you were being bad just to be bad, but his words spoke to him first.
“fix your attitude. it’s not going to get you anywhere good.” he mutters, beginning to file the papers back into the tan folder on the table.
you keep that shit eating smile on your face, moving your left foot to brush up against his pant leg. “what are you going to do about it? punish me?” you ask him, using that light tone like you were begging for him to do something.
bruce looked at you once. the glint in his eyes that only read of trouble, the half lidded glance he gave you was all you needed to know to understand that this wasn’t going to end the way you expected. with a crack of his neck and a quiet huff leaving his mouth, the man stood up, arms to the side before pointing to the table.
you look at him with a raised brow. “what?” you ask, acting as if you didn’t know what he wanted but you do it anyway, standing up on both feet. “what are you doing—“
before you could say anything else, bruce had one firm hand on your back as he pushed you onto the table, bending you right over it with your ass to him, stomach laying flat on the table and the papers slipping out of the folder.
your arms sat under the weight of your stomach, unable to move them as bruce got right behind you, your ears registering the sound of his belt unbuckling in the quiet room.
“oh really?” you spit out, looking at him the best you could over your shoulder, ignoring the fact that he was pulling down your orange prison pants. “this your idea of punishment?” you know damn well talking back would only get yourself in more trouble but you didn’t care. he looked hot all riled up.
bruce shook his head, seeing your gorgeous backside, sucking in a breath as he frees his cock from his boxers. “you want to act like a brat, you get the attitude fucked out of you.” he muttered, grabbing his cock with his left hand and your hip with his left, lining up with your folds. “jesus you’re wet. getting so worked up over me being mean ‘bout you… pathetic.” he grunts out.
your words catch in your throat as your fingers scratch against the wood. your knees buckle against the table as each inch of his cock is pushed into your pussy. “o-oh fuckkkkkk.”
he slides into you so easily, it helps that you’re so wet that he can just slickly push into you with no issue. both of his hands go to your hips the moment enough inches are pushed into you to not need a stabilizer of his hand. your toes curl in your shoes, moans leaving your throat as your walls stretch around his thick cock.
his hand lifts and comes down on your ass in a harsh smack, the noise filling the room alongside the growing creaks of the table, your moans and the wet sounds of skin slapping as bruce begins to move in your cunt.
another ass smack registers on your skin.
“nope. not bruce. mr. wayne. you don’t get to call me that.” bruce tells you, not letting you breathe for a damn second as his right hand moves up and grips the back of your neck. “you want to act like a fucking brat, i’ll fuck your poor cunt like a brat deserves.”
with your mind succumbing to the pleasure, he was delivering you as his cock’s tip kisses your cervix, you didn’t choose to bite back, instead, letting him win (for once). “mr wayne!”
bruce lets his mouth curve into a small smile as he continues to pound into you. it was quite the way to get on your lawyer's better side, but with the way his cock fucked into you, balls slapping against your clit? how could you resist.
and they say mr. wayne was the cleanest lawyer in the world…
DICK GRAYSON! (repairman/customer!)
NOW PLAYING: "REPAIRMAN GETS A WET GIFT FOR HIS WORK ON SWEETHEART'S SHOWER!"
(next up: matt "daredevil" murdock!)
your shower was fucked up.
you didn’t know what exactly fucked it all up, but one day, it wasn’t turning on… and you weren’t about to stink for god knows how long.
so within an hour of the broken shower finding, you were calling around your friend group to try to find a repairman who knew what to do about a broken shower. calling one of your good friends, donna, you found yourself in the contact of one dick grayson, a part time repairman who knew seemingly everything about everything and how to fix things.
he wasn’t shy to come around a few hours later, a blue and black repair box filled with tools and god knows what sitting in his hand, a shirt with cut off sleeves and jeans that sat on his legs pretty good as he entered your home and went to the bathroom where your shower sat. you didn’t comment on the way his eyes lingered on your ass when he passed by you, or how his eyes shot down to look at your chest when you stood close to him as he took his tools out and laid them across the sink, prepared for any situation.
his voice was slick as he spoke to you, telling you what was wrong with the shower, but you couldn’t focus on his words when his voice was just… so perfect. it made your pussy flutter, feeling a dampening in your panties every time his voice spilled into the bathroom.
it didn’t take him long to fix the shower. just a quick cleanage of the drain, a replacement of the showerhead’s cable and a cleaning of the actual showerhead and the shower was right were it was before; working, spewing water and not having a single issue running.
“there you go…” he calls out, standing up and turning off the running water that was used as an experiment to see if his working was correct. cracking his back with a bend of his back, dick began to place the tools back into the tool box, fitting them in like puzzle pieces. “shower’s working again… call me anytime it needs an adjustment, i’ll be more than happy to help.”
you nod along to his words, leaning against the doorway of the bathroom. “thank you, genuinely.” you tell him, looking around the room to find your wallet. “how much is your rate?”
he cocks an eyebrow when he closes the tool box’s lid, locking it. he shakes his head. “it’s alright, i don’t need any payment, help out a friend of a friend, y’know.” he reassures you, waving his hand in a manner to shoo you away from getting your wallet. if he wanted payment, it definitely wasn’t going to be with money…
you click your tongue at his words, relaxing your muscles but you didn’t want to leave him without saying thank you. “well, i don’t want you to leave without a thank you… i don’t want you to think i took advantage of your labor.”
dick grinned at your words, the ideas filling his head, his eyes softening at your need to make it right. “well… i’m sure there’s a way you could pay me…”
and that’s how you find yourself in this position; on your back, pressed into the mattress with your legs on his broad shoulders. his cock was ramming into you with no care with how hard he was pushing the headboard, his hands on your hips keeping you grounded as your velvet walls clenched around him with no issue.
he felt your right hand drag down his back, your left hand tugging at his black strands as each thrust hits you harder and harder, the legs of your bed creaking and moaning alongside your own moans and the wet slaps of skin.
his cock was so thick, it was dragging up and down your walls, bullying them open with no issue at all. you were so horny and trusting in the man that you had forgotten the condom, you were on birth control after all, hopefully it would pull through for you as he fucked your walls with a near precision for your insides, drilling your cervix dead on.
“fuck! fuck! dick— oh fuck!” you moan out as your nails dug deep in his skin, your heels rubbing against his hips as your pussy pulsed with each thrust, feeling his lips press against your jaw and neck.
“fucking take it.” he grunts out, each thrust only growing harder and harder as he listened to the headboard crack and groan against the wall, he’s sure he’s probably dented the poor wall behind it— oh well, gives him a new reason to come over, fix it, and ruin your pussy all over again.
you can’t help but dig your heels into his back, your teeth biting at his shoulder as your moans are long, whimpers are broken as your vision becomes blurred, the only thing on your mind is your orgasm that dick is close to making you achieve.
“d-dick— oh fuckkkk, dick! s-so good, right there!” you scream out the last two words as he drills a particularly good spot, one that’s close to making you go over the edge.
his smirk only grows as your words enter his ears, taking your advice and drilling into you in that one spot. “seems like I found a sensitive spot.” he mutters to himself.
your moans only become more lewd as your back arches off the bed. “dick! g-gonna cum! oh fuck! g-gonna cum, dick!”
dick grins as his hips don’t falter, his hands leaving your hips to dig into the bedsheets to get a little more momentum, wanting to bring you to your orgasm. “c’mon, give it to me.” he whispers, chasing your orgasm like his own goal. “cum for me… give me that orgasm, baby. i know you want to give it to me.”
you nod your head and in an instant, the rush of pleasure hits you harder than before, your eyes rolling back and your pussy clenching harshly. your nails nearly draw blood in his back, practically yanking out the hand in your hand as your orgasm hits you look a damn freight train.
he could only groan watching you hit your orgasm, moaning under his breath happily as he feels your fingers all over his skin. “there you go… good girl… good fucking girl…” he praises, his voice only makes your orgasm longer as his words vibrate against your skin, your back arching and your boobs pressing against his chest.
“dick… oh fuck…” you whisper out, half in overstimulation, half in need.
“god you’re so fucking beautiful.” he says, his tone light and nearly in awe of you, not letting up his thrusts as he finds himself closer and closer to the edge. “this pussy feels too good baby… gonna make you mine, keep you forever.”
your moan doesn’t help his words and his cockiness.
“you like the sound of that, huh? full of me… pumped full of me, unable to feel anything else.” he imagines, feeling his balls clench harder and harder. “you ain’t ever going to leave… promise you that, sweet girl.”
and in a cock-hazed mind? you couldn’t argue with him, it felt too good and a part of your mind? didn’t mind the sound of that.
MATT MURDOCK! (cheating wife/affair partner!)
NOW PLAYING: "CHEATING WIFE HAS DIRTY LITTLE SECRET WITH HUSBAND’S TRAINEE!”
(next up: kurt "nightcrawler" wagner!)
you always watched matt murdock from afar.
being the wife of his coach, you always came along to the cards that matt was promoted on, the blind boxer that had his way around the ring.
he was never taken lightly, even with his blindness. it was never a charity when it came to the devil in the ring, he always put up a good fight. his only loss came early in his career in which he took the loss well and has been on a winning streak, last time you remember it's at fifteen right now. your husband taught him well, his father was the coach of matt’s father so it didn’t make it hard to believe that your husband would take up the coaching job as well. matt fell in sync with his coach, he never treated matt like anything less than what he was; a damn good boxer.
matt never won things out of pity. his blindness made him ten times worse if anything, not because opponents took him less seriously, but because he was so in sync with the opponent’s footsteps in the ring, the way they breathed and the way he felt things. all four of his other senses banded together when one of them was lost… and it makes you too damn attracted to him.
he could smell your perfume specifically, he always complimented you on it. he had a knack of knowing exactly what you wanted when you wanted it, but that makes it ten times worse— how could you be attracted to the man your husband was coaching to championship belt after championship belt? it didn’t help that matt was spurring it on too, but that’s besides the point.
the boxer had just won another championship, the team had just gotten done celebrating with too much champagne and too much masculinity that you stayed far from it until everyone piled out of the locker room to give matt his alone time.
the moment you stepped into the locker room, two things hit your mind; one, the way matt perked up with a smile the moment he smelled your perfume, and two, the way this locker fucking reeked. it smelt horrific, from the sweat to the dirty clothes to the champagne all mixing into the concoction of the natural air like a damn disease.
“jesus it smells.” you say as your feet shuffled into the locker room, hearing the door close behind you and seeing matt, shirtless, still in his shorts with tape beginning to become unraveled on his hands.
he smiles at the sound of your voice, listening as you step closer to him. “sorry ‘bout that. it typically ends up like this post win… too many bodies in one room makes it usually smell like this.” he says, getting the right hand’s tape off of his hands as his gloves sit on the floor.
you look at him in a way he obviously couldn’t see, but it ate at you. he looked too damn fine to just be sitting there. you knew the way you were looking at him was wrong; the thoughts of him should’ve been reserved for your husband, but who would blame you? certainly not matt with the way he eyefucked you anytime he got.
you clear your throat as your calf eventually brushes against his knee. “uh… good win out there.” you congratulate him, trying to hide the undying lust for him under your tone. when he looks up at you when he hears your words, it doesn’t help one bit. “you looked great out there.”
“oh, thank you.” he says back, putting both hands on his knees, his left hand’s tape ignored as his blank eyes stare at you. “wasn’t too hard, the guy had a good hook, just had to put myself in situations to execute before he could— and it worked.”
listening to his explanation, you tried so hard to seem casual, to not show the fact that your panties were soaked by the sound of his voice, by the way his hands look, but who would you be kidding? you spoke again, not so subtly tuning your voice to a much sweeter one. “that’s good… and what are you doing in celebration?” you ask.
“mhm…” he hums, reading into your sweeter tone, you weren’t slick at all, but his hand wasn’t trying to be slick at all when his right hand lifted up and pressed against the back of your thigh— he heard your small gasp instantly. “well… i usually like to go down to the bar, drink a little bit, some pool… then usually go home…”
“oh…” you let out, tilting your head at the man as his hands squeeze at your thighs, not so shyly looking at the bulge in his pants as you seamlessly get in between his legs. “that sounds boring, no offense… never bring home any woman?”
he feels you step between his legs and in an instant, he brings you down to his lap, making you straddle him. “never said anything ‘bout that…” he mutters, pressing a chaste kiss onto your jaw as he feels your hands paw at his waistband. “let’s focus on this, baby… you know you shouldn’t be doing this, right?” he questions. “especially with that ring on your finger.”
it makes you come back to reality for a mere moment, but you didn’t wait up.
lifting your hand, your left fingers strip your right ring finger of the wedding ring that once belonged to your husband, throwing it out of sight as the metal lands on the ground— matt chuckled at the sounds of your action and the shakiness of your breath with need.
“not anymore.” you moan and before you knew it, your left hand was slipping into his messy, dampened hair and smashing your lips against his. matt took it with no problem, both hands going straight to your ass as your lips slotted together.
his words vibrate against your lips as he doesn’t try to stop the kissing, if anything making it sloppier with tongue. “you little minx…”
you didn’t notice it when his shorts were tugged down and his cock was slipping into you with no issue, it helps that you were so wet for him that he could just slide in with no issue. you took his cock like a champ, he questioned if you prepped yourself for him.
rocking your hips back and forth, the bench creaks under you as you ride matt’s thick cock, feeling him drag against your walls as you exchange rocking for bounces, your breasts bouncing up and down in your shirt as your ass pressed against his thighs with each downward movement of your hips.
your fingers tugged at his hair as he nipped at your jaw, his own fingers rubbing circles on your ass cheeks. “gosh baby, you take me so fuckin’ well.” he mutters, groaning with each bounce of your body on his cock, moving his right hand off your ass down to your clit, rubbing tight circles around your folds.
back arching at the dual pleasure, you couldn’t help the moans from leaving your mouth, the match going on in the ring outside helping drown out your loud moans as his cock ruined your insides. “matt! o-oh fuck! so- so good! so fuckin’ big.” you grit out, feeling his thumb rub your vulva just right. he can tell with how you tug at his hair.
he grins, nodding along to your words. “oh yeah? you like how big i am, how good i’m fucking ruining this poor cunt?” he questions, hitting your g-spot dead on.
you nod enthusiastically, his praises soak into your mind and keep you going, you moan at his words of praise, riding harder on his cock, grinding against his hand. “f-fuck yeah, matty, fuckin’- fuckin’ love it so muchhhh.”
“good… good girl.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he brings you to your orgasm. his touches are so much deeper than your husband’s ever were, his kisses were filled with much more passion and he felt your walls clench his cock like a vice.
when your eyes roll back and you scream out his name as you hit your orgasm, you feel less bad for everything you’ve done in the last half an hour, mostly because matt murdock’s cock was too good not to love.
KURT WAGNER! (brother’s best friend!)
NOW PLAYING: "DON'T WAKE UP YOUR BROTHER WHILE GETTING FINGERBLASTED UNDER THE COVERS BY HIS BEST FRIEND!"
(next up: hal "green lantern" jordan!)
your brother and kurt wagner became close friends.
they met at a friendly fencing tournament. your brother wasn’t too good at fencing, but it taught him a lot about his balance and helped him focus. kurt, on the other hand, was phenomenal at fencing. he’s one of the best in the world but isn’t too cocky about that fact. kurt and your brother became fast friends after a friendly match that kurt swept easily.
your brother and kurt bonded over their shared love of fencing, of sports, and of the need for adventure. it also helped that kurt helped your brother find his now girlfriend. kurt was over the moon that your brother didn’t find him scary-- if anything, your brother found him sick as fuck and didn’t take his demonic appearance at face value.
you met kurt earlier on in the friendship. you didn’t believe he was real at first, but after touching his face and seeing his tail move too many damn times, you believed it; a real life demon was your brother’s best friend.
and for some damn reason, you found him hot.
it was the deadly mixture of a lot of different elements; the smooth hair that was cut just the right way, the fangs that shined in the moonlight and showed themselves when he grinned, the claws that occasionally grazed your skin every time he reached out for you, the tail with that pointy edge that curled perfectly and brushed against your leg when he walked by, and the german accent that made your cunt wet.
you tried to hide your attraction to the mutant superhero, but kurt knew better. he knew it before you could even hide it. he attracted too many damn women-- most of the time accidentally, that he knows exactly the signs of a woman’s attraction, and yours? he knew it was an attraction, quickly.
it helped that he was attracted to you too, but he never did anything, mainly because he thought you were off limits for him, you were his best friend’s sister-- hell no he wasn’t going to risk it… but his mind could only hold off his cock for too long, and it just so happens that the stars aligned perfectly this night.
you and your brother was doing a movie night, and kurt was dropping by to drop your brother’s fencing gear off when you two invited him to stay the night. he’d sleep in the guest room while you and your brother took the bedrooms.
the lights were off, the three of you were in the living room, all three sprawled out on different ends of the couch. the couch was long, it had four horizontal cushions and three vertical couch cushions on the right side, in a capital ‘L’ shape flipped down. your brother was sitting on the ground, half paying attention to the movie, half of the time on his phone texting his little girlfriend.
kurt was sat near you, a little too close but you didn’t shoo him away, it’s not like you wanted him to go away in any way… you liked his presence.
with the movie’s volume being quite loud, it helped whispers get muted and with the colors distracting everything around you, it was easy for kurt to so slyly slide his right arm from the back of the couch around your shoulders, pretending to yawn— he’s so fucking unoriginal, it’s laughable, but you didn’t say anything, simply letting his arm slip around your shoulders.
you didn’t mention anything until you felt that sharp tingle of his tail begin to run down your thigh… a little too close to the inner part of it. you look over at him, watching as he pretends to focus on the movie, chewing a piece of popcorn in his mouth.
“kurt…” you mutter out, the words drowned out by the volume of the television.
he turns his head toward you right as the popcorn piece is swallowed, his yellow eyes peering into yours. “yeah?”
“you’re not subtle.” you say, pointing down at his tail that’s just so happen to be playing around the waistband of your pajama pants.
kurt shrugs his shoulders, leaning in. “and if I’m not?” he asks you, challenging you to bite on his bait to see what you say.
you can’t help but let out a shuddering groan as his lips press against your cheek, feeling his fangs graze your skin as his tail bypasses the waistband of your pants, realizing you have no underwear on.
“hmmm… no underwear.” he observes, looking at you with a smirk that only reads of trouble. “you waiting for me or what, darling?”
you glare at him but notably don’t stop him, only spreading out your leg a little more to give him more access, the blanket covering your thighs but not the sight of his tail down your pants.
“shut up and keep going.” you tell him, quiet and as sly as you could be as your brother remained distracted. “before he gets the idea and decides to turn his head around.” you mutter at him, seeing as his left hand descents downward as well, his right hand moving from your shoulder down your chest as well.
his smirk only grew bigger as his hand also found its way past your pajama pants, touching the inner of your thigh. “now you’re speaking my language, herzblatt.” god the accent shouldn’t be this hot but it just is.
before you could prepare yourself, his middle and pointer finger slid in between your wet folds at the same time his tongue sticks out, licking a stripe from the beginning of your jaw to your ear, kissing the sensitive spot right under your ear. you dig your fingers into the couch, adjusting your hips which inadvertently rubs the tip of his tail against your lower pussy.
“ahhhh…” you let out quietly, heat spread across your cheeks as the tip of his tail continues to brush up and down your folds, occasionally testing its luck and pressing into you. it doesn’t hurt surprisingly, though you guessed kurt was careful with what angle it pressed into you at.
he continues to lick up and down your jaw, taking occasional nips at your jaw as his fingers also pressed into your folds, this time going farther than his tail ever attempted to do. right when he presses his two fingers into you, his right hand comes down and fondles your breast after going under the material, rubbing the nub of your breast against his thumb.
“so reactive for me, baby… so good f’me…” he whispers, words dragging out of his throat as your cunt sucks in his fingers quickly, taking no shame in it at all. his eyes didn’t even check in on your brother, far too focused on your cunt to care if he looks over at the sight of his best friend finger fucking his sister. “gosh you’re beautiful…”
“k-kurt… oh fuckkkkk.” you lean back your head, giving him only more access to your neck as his fingers begin to gain momentum as your walls slowly open up to his fingers, his knuckles hitting your folds and dragging back out, doing a ‘c’mere’ motion when all of the inches of his fingers plunge deep into you.
the wet sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of your cunt becomes a slow rhythm that melts your brain in the best way possible. your fingers dig into the couch, toes curling under the sheets as you have to quiet your moans although you wish you could be oh so loud with them.
“you like this huh?” he whispers, his right fingers twisting your nipple as his tail swirls around the sensitive part of your cunt with his fingers pumping into you with no hesitation and no intention to stop. “pussy just taking it f’me, you know how long I’ve been wanting this?” he whispers, watching as you look at him, the blush on your cheeks so pretty. “been waiting to fuck you, just had to wait a little…”
you nod your head, feeling him lick the bottom of your lip as he brought you into a kiss that burnt away any fear or hesitation of letting him finger fuck you like this.
if anything, it was your brother’s fault for bringing over such a sexy man!
HAL JORDAN! (teacher hookup!)
NOW PLAYING: "YOUNG TEACHER HAS SOME EXTRA CURRICULAR FUN WITH TEST PILOT DURING FIELD TRIP!"
(next up: johnny "human torch" storm!)
you were a teacher for a handful of years now.
at first you were a substitute working at the high school level, but then you got a full-time teaching role for eighth graders in coast city in the western end of california. you got a small home in the heart of the city and became one of the better teachers in the school.
the eight graders loved you, you didn’t know exactly why they loved you so much, but you weren’t about to take that fact for granted. you were gentle with them, taught them in a way that stuck with them and you never raised your voice at the little shits no matter the chaos they caused.
they feared making you disappointed, so that helps with the ability to rile up a class of twenty-seven thirteen year olds that were getting ready for high school.
did you expect your late 20s to early 30s’ career to be babysitting three classes of, on average, twenty five kids while teaching them about history? no, but did you fight it? also no.
it got you fun opportunities, like this one! the middle school had enough of a big ass budget to send a handful of classes off on a field trip each year, and this year, your history class was going to the edwards air force base, mainly because your class was learning about the military and got the opportunity to show them around the base, see real life jets, and also the men who fly them!
the trip was going amazing so far, you were writing things down to give them work about, mainly the pilots and what different types of planes were used for. you smiled at the kids who were interested in the aerospace section of the base— which an astronaut from one of nasa’s california bases came up from to help the kids out and being a guiding light, teaching your kids about airspace vehicles like rockets. seeing the genuine interest of these kids, the ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ leaving their mouths at every exhibit and every jet pilot who came to visit in the three hour stay.
everything was going well for you too… up until you got outside on the eastern end of the base where the jet pilot testers were, and that’s where you met him; hal jordan. one of the many jet pilot testers, but probably the most infamous one for being cocky, charming, and possibly a green lantern? whatever that was.
the moment you locked eyes on him? you could sense the ‘fuck me’ energy coming off of both of you.
but for the quick thirty minutes hal used to teach the kids all about the jets and what a test pilot does, showing them diagrams of the jets’ inner workings and letting all of the kids have a test in the cockpit-- you included after your students cheer you on and you definitely felt his hands linger on your ass for a little too long, other than that; you two kept it very, very clean.
it wasn’t until your little huddle of kids were done in the jet testing section and was led to a different part of the eastern side that you told one of the chaperones you were going to the bathroom and you’d be right back. the bathroom wasn’t where you were heading— certainly not, but who could blame you? dealing with a handful of rowdy up and coming teenagers, of course you needed some stress relief… good thing you had a sexy pilot waiting for you without even needing to know your name.
when you walked over to the hangar that you were previously in, it was empty but for him, and he can smell your perfume instantly.
“oh… so I guess you decided to come back.” hal purrs as you walk up to him, your shoes squeaking against the floor as you come face to face with the man, your hands close enough to touch his chest, but they remain on the back of your hips.
you look over the man, looking at his eyes with that cocky smirk on his face and his stance as he leaned against the jet’s ladder that he used to hoist some of your kiddos into the cockpit. “you really think it’s professional, mister, to eyefuck the teacher in front of thirty kids?” you question him, your tone less serious and more playful as a smile tugs at your lips.
he shrugs. “eh, can’t blame me, they got one sexy teacher.” that made your cheeks flush, but he continued. “and just call me hal, full name harold but go by hal.”
hal. that’s his name. interesting. “well hal, I don’t really appreciate you giving me those eyes right in front of teens that are still learning what sex is.” you tell him, putting your hands on your hips as you tilt your head up at him.
“oh c’mon, don’t be like that… they don’t know a damn thing about what I was thinking ‘bout when I was looking at you.” he says, his voice low and silky like velvet, it makes your stomach turn in all the right ways that you’re not exactly fighting to stop.
“oh yeah?” you challenge him, feeling his knuckles brush against your forearms as your chests nearly touch with one another. “what were you thinkin’ bout, jet boy?” you ask him.
hal thinks for a second before answering. “well, pretty lady, I was thinking about taking you into this jet right here and fucking your brains out real fast, that sound alright with you?”
fuck fuck fuck, he’s so hot when he dirty talks. you nod to his words, your own smirk crossing your face. “good to know…” you whisper as you look around the hanger; no one is around, giving you and hal enough time. “why don’t you put those thoughts to good use and make them a reality?”
that’s truly all hal needed before you two climbed up the ladder into the jet, and in a frenzy before you needed to go back to your kids; your pants were tugged down enough and his cock was free out of his boxers to the point of usage.
hal slid into your wet cunt with no issues whatsoever, you were straddling him, trying to keep your moans to a quiet tempo as each one of his thick inches slid into you with near perfect accuracy. your fingers were in his hair, his ass in the cockpit as the heel of your shoes brushed about very buttons and switches and glass speedometers and fuel capacity indicators.
a whole bunch of jet nonsense that you couldn’t give a damn about.
“god baby.” he whispers, running both hands up and down your back, bypassing your shirt as he lets you sink into his cock for a few moments. “so wet f’me, your pussy let me in so fucking easy.” he says, almost in astonishment.
the jet was high enough off the ground that no one from the ground could see what was happening in the cockpit, and the side windows were at an angle in which no one could see you straddling the green lantern member in the cockpit of one of his jets while your class was off with the chaperones and another guide.
“sh-shut up hal…” you moan out as his tip presses against your cervix, adjusting your hips before you begin to rock your hips back and forth. “oh fuck- fuck- you feel sooo fucking good.” you say between gritted teeth, eyes half lidded.
hal smiles, rubbing his thumbs up and down your skin as he helps you ride him, his head leaning back and suppressing his own groans of pleasure as slowly, sweat builds between you two.
your hands implant on his chest, digging into the aviator jacket. you gain a speed that you’re able to keep, feeling his hands all over yours as you ride him, moaning under your breath, trying to keep your voice down to not alert anyone.
“you’re so gorgeous, y’know?” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your jaw, pressing his lips onto your cheek and whispering his words into your ear. “keep riding me, miss, love seeing you get ruined because of my dick.”
you nod, shuddering as the vibrations of his words shoot through you, one hand remaining on his aviator jacket as the other snakes upwards and curling your fingers into his hair, tugging on it with each stride of your hips.
without realizing it, you exchange your hips movements for bounces, your breasts bouncing in your bra as you begin to bounce on his cock.
the jet shakes a tiny bit due to the movement in the cockpit, hal groaning louder than he means to as his tongue licks under your ear, teeth scraping against your earlobe.
“h-hal! ohhhh fuck, hal… s’so good.” you whimper, trying to muffle your moans by tugging his head up, smashing your lips against his. he happily reciprocates the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth as each bounces hits both of you harder and harder.
“keep bouncing on me, ma’am… keep going… oh god you’re so good at this…” he praises as you two are left to your own devices in the large cockpit of the jet.
who knew the best sex you’d have would be on the hour, during a school field trip?
JOHNNY STORM! (hot nurse/patient!)
NOW PLAYING: "PATIENT BEGS HOTTIE NURSE FOR A DIFFERENT KIND OF MEDICINE!"
(next up: wally "the flash" west!)
johnny storm didn’t know how it happened to be exact, but here he was, overnight in the damn hospital, for now going on three nights.
and what sucked even more was the fact that this wasn’t an injury to his superhero abilities that could be healed in the baxter building, mainly because the medical equipment was in repair and if they needed to go to the hospital, then the regular er it is, but also, it happened within johnny’s human body, so he was forced to go to regular doctors to get it checked out.
and turns out? he had gotten a little too crazy and here he was with eight bruised ribs, a light concussion and a spinal cord injury. it was nothing deadly, the spinal cord injury wasn’t about to send him to permanent paralysis, but the doctors wanted to keep him overnight to run some more tests on him, get him checked out and healed all the way; after all, he is the human torch.
but being the human torch in a populated hospital? a lot of patients that walked up and down johnny’s hallway peered into his window, waving at the superhero. if they were men? johnny smiled and gave a thumb’s up.
but when it came to the women? he’d give the same and a little wink here and there for the sexy ones-- which was basically every woman because every woman, no matter the body, the color of them, or the appearance of them, was attractive in the storm boy’s eyes…
but his focus was on one in particular.
you were stationed as johnny’s night-shift nurse, basically checking in on him during the nights he remained in the hospital, to make sure his medications were flowing through him properly, he wasn’t sleeping on his injures, the basic stuff.
however, you could see the way the blonde stared at you. you could see the way he lingered his eyes a little too far done on your uniform when you’d come in to check on him. this was the third night you were his nurse, and his desires only grew needier for you. it’s the doctor's orders to not do anything too extreme to let himself heal… but what doesn’t mean sex is completely out of the wheelhouse for the human embodiment of a torch.
you kept seeing his eyes on you, not paying it any mind as you continued to work on him and other patients. you’ve never had someone eye-fuck you this hard, but you weren’t complaining either.
trying to tell yourself to follow protocol and the rules of the hospital, it was getting harder every night because of one johnny storm… so why not break hospital protocol?
walking into his room, late at night with the hallways dim and only a few nurses working the floor, clipboard in hand, johnny immediately peaks up the moment he sees you walk into the room and close the door, watching as you walk over to check his vitals and check the iv pumping fluids into his arm.
“hello miss nurse.” he whistles, clearly using the name playfully.
you look down at him, a smile on your lips. “hey mr. storm. everything feel fine? not feeling any pain?” you ask him, clicking the pen to write down his heart stats.
he shakes his head. “no major pain, only when you know, i move and press on the areas.” you nod along to his words, going down to the section on the paper to write it down. “everything is fine… especially you’re here.” he flirts.
“oh be quiet you.” you tell him, pretending to smack him as he giggles at your reaction. “quit flirting, it’s unprofessional.”
“it may be unprofessional for you but it’s normal business for me.” he remarks, his eyes lingering down your chest before looking back up at you, seeing you slide the pen back into your front pocket. “but i’ve been wanting to ask… ‘specially since we’re alone… maybe another section of me needs some medicine.”
you try to play nice, but knowing that look on his face and the tone of his words? he’s not in genuine pain; this is his idea of asking for sex. “I cant do that, johnny, not only is it against protocol but it’s also unprofessional of me… and you’re in pain so i can’t add to it.” you explain to him even with the smile on your face and the blush of your cheeks.
johnny mutters a curse mixed with a plea as his eyes look at you with a specific glint that you couldn’t remain to say no to. “please? no one is here to bother us… and besides, a patient needs his medicine.” he tries to reason, a smirk tugging at his lips.
you roll your eyes and with one sigh of defeat but a smile on your lips, you place down the clipboard and walk to the edge of the bed. you watch as he drags down the blanket he had, revealing his hospital gown and the bandages covering his skin.
with a swift hand, you tug up the hospital gown, the sight of his boxers the hospital gave him attached to his thick thighs a sight to see, and your breath catches in your throat as you kneel onto the ground with one knee. you tug down his boxers, his cock not shy about wanting to escape the confines of the material as his thick cock springs from his boxers.
he’s thick, he’s big and you begin to realize why so many women loved him. he wasn’t shy about his ways with women, how he treated them with respect but god damn was he a manwhore.
“it’s probably the thickest you’ve ever seen, so don’t be scared to take it slo— ahhhhhh.”
his sentences didn't even get to finish before you sealed your lips on the tip of his cock and slid your mouth all the way down, taking all of him in your warm throat with particularly no issue. your chest pressed against his knee, your right hand on his thigh and your left hand on the base of his cock as you get down to his balls before coming back up to his tip.
the blonde leans his head back, moans filling the quiet hospital room that isn’t the beeping of hospital machines as you begin to continuously bob your head up and down, humming around different areas of thickness to send vibrations through him.
his mind melts with pleasure as his cock gets sucked on, his left hand moves down to entangle with your hair, his right hand coming up close to his mouth to try to muffle his whimpers and groans as much as possible to not alert any of the other hospital staff of the minx that is a co-worker.
“oh fuck baby.” he moans, pushing strand and strand back to see your gorgeous face as you continue to push up and down, the tip of his cock pressing to the back of your throat as spit drips down your chin and onto his cock, making it easier to slide up and down. “s-so good… so fucking good baby.”
having his dick sucked, it makes his heart monitor start to beep faster and faster, the beeping growing louder as his heart speeds up. he looks at it with a wide eye look, and it makes you stop your movements for a second, which gives his heart time to slow down and get back to a quiet and slow pace.
you pop off his cock, hand still holding his cock as you await any moment for a fellow nurse or doctor to come storming in… but nothing.
you take the chance to lean down with a stuck out tongue, dragging it up from his balls to his tip on the underside of his cock, licking over a particularly sensitive vein.
“n-nurse…” he begins to whimper out, his cheeks beat read as he looks down at you. trying to sputter out your last name, it fails due to a whimpering breaking it when you lick over the vein on the underside of him.
you shush him, pressing a kiss onto his tip. “shhhhh, hot stuff, don’t wake any of the staff because my good boy can’t handle getting his dick sucked.” you say so coily, your tone sweet, nearly condescending.
“p-please.” he whimpers from above you.
you cock an eyebrow. “please what? mr. storm?”
he moans louder than he means to at the usage of his last name. “please continue… please keep sucking my dick… please ma’am.” he pleads.
and with a smile, you bend down and take his cock back into your mouth, with no issue. nobody ever bothered you two, completely innocent to the fact that their superpowered patient was getting his rocks off by the hot nurse taking care of him in different ways than one.
you didn’t say anything when you left his room, he was falling asleep with a smile on his face and you left with the lingering taste of his cum clinging to your throat.
WALLY WEST! (single mom/babysitter!)
NOW PLAYING: "HOT YOUNG MAN FUCKS MILF’S BRAINS OUT AFTER HER BAD DATE!"
being a single mom was difficult.
you were doing good for a damn while; you had a stable job, your child was happy and healthy and being taken care of well, you were happy and making sure you kept yourself healthy and safe, because your child needed their mother, and you weren’t going to sabotage yourself. your child didn’t need a lot of babysitting, that’s the good thing.
you were able to spend as much time with them with the occasional babysitting being when you went out with your girlfriends on the weekends. (after you spent the day being ordered around by a very needy six year old) but even a single mom like yourself needed some happiness in a specific corner of your life; your sex life. you hadn’t dated since your child’s father, after he left, you gave no man no time. however, a certain man at work was able to charm his way into your life, and you had yourself a date with the man.
trying to find a babysitter for your child for the night wasn’t too hard. it helps that your main candidate for the role was a very needy-in-cash younger neighborhood kid.
wally west was your much younger, much too cocky next door neighbor. he was somewhat interesting, always disappearing throughout the day from his mechanics job to go do god knows what. however, he was a good twenty four year old kid that you could trust with your son.
the date went… horrible. turns out the man at work sucked at dating. it was utterly boring, the guy asked zero interesting questions, and generally had no idea how to make a woman like you happy— he was respectful and paid for the bill, but that wasn’t helping his cardboard personality and his lack of hands-on knowledge of a woman’s body.
arriving home, it felt like an escape, kicking off your shoes by the door and walking your way to the kitchen where you threw your handbag on the island.
the house was quiet, not being surprised as it is nearing eleven at night. wally was sitting on your couch, watching ‘back to the future’ with his legs kicked up on the coffee table, the house was clean to a brim and your son was put down in bed, knocked out. he turned his head to you when you entered the kitchen, which was next to the living room.
“oh! hey, miss!” he says, rushing to put his feet on the ground as he stood up, clicking the remote to turn off the movie right at the part of marty and biff’s chase scene.
you look at him, taking out your earrings and putting them in the bowl you had your jewelry in. “hey, wally.” you point around the house, your smile and eyes soft at him but he can tell something hid behind it. “thank you for babysitting… i know kiddo can be hard sometimes.” you thank him.
he nodded. “oh yeah! absolutely!” he says quickly, stepping towards you with both hands nervously squeezing his waistband. “no problem at all… listened to me and everything, fed the kid… bedtime wasn’t an issue either.” he tells you, wanting you to know that your kid wasn’t any more trouble than your date tonight. he notices your eyes, being able to tell that something definitely happened. “your date went okay?”
sighing, you shook your head, not even trying to lie to him. “honestly? no. the guy? nice and all, but the guy had no personality. it was like i was talking to like-- cardboard or some shit! sure he paid the bill and was respectful… but it’s hard to like the dude when he has nothing going for him.” you explain to him, not even trying to sugarcoat how you felt about the guy… then, it slipped out. “didn’t help that the guy had no clue how to fuck a girl right…” you mutter out, looking away from the ginger.
a blush spreads across wally’s lips, a smirk tugging on his lips as your words enter his very observant ears. “well i’m sorry that he wasn’t a good date…” he starts out, sympathetic to your romantic despair. “and i’m sorry about his lack of experience.” he adds, leaning in a little closer and taking his left hand off of his waistband.
you huff out a breath as you look up at him. “it’s fine wally… just ignore that i said that.”
“no, no.” he says, his tone light and not so subtle in his movements, his chest brushing up on your shoulder. “a woman like you… hardworking… respectful… sexy…” your cheeks heat up at his words, but a moan leaves your lips the moment you feel his hand snake down to your ass, his left hand cupping your right ass cheek through your dress. “deserves a lot more than a bad lay…”
his fingers squeeze your skin, making a shaky breath leave your throat as you don’t try to swat his hand away. “wally… don't... i’m like, fifteen, even twenty years older than you.”
he clicks his tongue. “i think it’s alright, ma’am… nothin’ wrong with it.” he explains, his voice silky and his breath hitting your lips as he leans it. “and besides, it seems like your luck with older guys ain’t working out the best for you, let me help you.” his voice pleads, squeezing your ass again, moaning under his own breath at the feeling. your ass feels amazing in his palm.
with no time at all to wait, you were sprawled out pretty on the couch with your ass up in the air, head and knees dug deep in the couch cushions, with the dress long done and makeup ruined, both of you stripped, and the sound of wet skin-on-skin slapping filling the room.
wally wasn’t thick but he was long, a little egregiously long, his cock stretched you out as his tip kissed your g-spot with each thrust of his hips and drag of his cock against your walls. his hands weren’t shy about their favorite place as you felt him squeeze your ass over and over as his balls slapped against your folds.
“oh fuck! fuck! w-wally!” you moan out, fingers clawing at the couch as your makeup was ruined, your back arched and your veins being pumped and overflown with pleasure as each thrust hits you better with each thrust.
he groans, jiggling your ass in his hands as he finds a particular rhythm that sits between a mixture of speed and roughness, which brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. “you like this huh? getting this gorgeous pussy fucked like this? god you’re a fucking beauty, woman, god damn.”
your pussy flutters with each piston of his hips, your eyes rolling back as the only thing that could speak for you was moans and groans that fill the room like oxygen.
wally grins at your inability to speak, soaking in your moans into his mind, you sounded beautiful and he never wanted to forget what you sounded like.
“w-wally! oh— fuck! g-gonna cum… ‘cum, lemme cum.” you warn, pleasure ruining any thought in your brain that wasn’t one of two things; pleasure, and one happy wally west as the moans of his name makes him go crazy. “s-so good… so fuckthing good.” you slur out, huffs of breath ruining your speech.
squeezing your ass and rocking you back and forth, he moves his right hand over to the middle of your ass, pressing his thumb right into your hole. “cum for me, baby, cum all over my dick… do it, mommy, cum for me.” he whispers, encouraging you as one more thrust gets you right over the edge like you wanted.
you fell right over the edge, and by the end of the night? you found out the exact reason why every younger girl in the neighborhood wanted a piece of wally west, even post the orgasms, the tuck into your bed, and wally disappearing into the night with a smile on his face and a hazed out mind.
speedster: you remember when you told me how
i’d never have the balls to fuck a mom?
dickhead: who's mom did u fuck?
(replay playlist from the start?)
i luv making special little setups for specific concepts that won’t be reused again besides this sort of setup! also love doing multiple characters because it makes me really make them distinct from one another and it’s fun to get multiple characters’ fans at once! please the masses! might do a full oneshot of a few of these because lowkey was fucking with the dynamics and if people want to see it. again, thank you so much for 2K, no words will ever describe the gratefulness I have!
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