useless

"For me?" you take the cup happily in your hands "Thank you, Dixon." you boop his nose playfully and walk back to your task. That's what you did. You touched his nose. She touched you.

Daryl couldn't feel more ridiculous, he could feel his heart race and his blood pressure rise, only then he realized. What the fuck?. The redneck couldn't control it, he placed his hands in front of his body, thankfully already out of your sight, and ran to the nearest place with a door to shut behind him. "Shit, shit, shit! What are you? Thirteen?" he mumbled embarrassed with himself. His member looked like he tried fought his way out if Daryl's pants, and Dixon was loosing, he tried desperately to hide it, stroke it a little bit to make it disappear. Nothing. It felt like all these years of being untouched suddenly reached for him. And it seemed like a punishment.

He felt like a pervert, thirsting over a much younger girl, you just wore something shorter around him and he was already getting all worked up. Daryl was to lost is his thoughts trying to picture anything but your wet sweaty body he didn't hear the other door of the warehouse open right in front of him, revealing the owner of his current dirty daydreams.

"Daryl? Are you o-" you couldn't finish your sentence as your attention was diverted to the bulk in his pants that was literally hard to miss. "Oh- Sorry I- I was jus- Did that- Are you like..." you couldn't seem to process the scene right, you were ready to make your turn and leave like it never happened, if it wasn't from the way he looked at you, needy and unwittingly staring at your exposed skin, you knew.

The second your mind clicked to it your confused face turned to a playfull naughty smirk "Did I do this to you, Daryl?" you use his name on purpose, using your sweetest voice to really get to him.

"Nah I- you couldn't I'm not uh-" the man became lost in his words when in a single move, you removed your shirt, standing now even closer to him, his eyes were drawn straight to your now even less covered body, only your tiny shorts stopped you from being totally exposed to him.

"You like what you see, Dixon? Is this where your mind was at when you got like this?" Your voice was nothing but a whisper, close to him now, he could feel his legs tremble and his cock pulsed like it could explode any minute. He stared at you, unable to move, like if he made any sudden changes you'd realize this was crazy and walk out. "It's rude to leave a lady waiting, Daryl. It's this what you want or not?" He nods slightly with his head, unable to answer. "Use your words."

"Y-yeah." as you provoked him he brushed his hands almost instinctively on his crotch, you pick up his hands and place them on your boobs, using yours above his to make him squeeze them. It's like on that second you could se his eyes light up, his brain came back to earth and he realized you were ~really~ there. And down to fuck him.

"You like it, Dixon."

"Fuck yeah." he finally managed to get back to his senses, massaging your breasts and occasionally piercing your nipples between his fingers, amused with the sight. "Yer gorgeous."

You finally reach in for his cheeks, pulling him closer to you to put your lips to his. Daryl moaned from only this touch. You guided your hands to his dick slowly, taking your time tracing the muscles of his arms to your own pleasure. Suddenly, you stop. Daryl looked like he had just got shot, maybe even worse. You laugh at his desperate face. "Relax, I'm just locking the doors, don't want anyone coming in here for the next part." You walk towards both doors, locking them from the inside and proceeding to guide Daryl to an old armchair you kept in one corner, when you meant to read without any disruption.

Daryl plops gladly on the seat, smiling at the thought he was allowing himself to be manhandled by a girl half his size.

Before you straddle his lap, you unzip his jeans quickly, with his help, you lower them enough to free his throbbing cock, dripping precum, you felt your own folds wet at the sight alone. Fuck, he was hot.

Once you were on top of him, you start pumping his member and nibbling his ears with a wide smile on your face. "I've been wanting to do this for weeks." he only groans in response "Didn't take me as your type tho." he places his hands on your lower back, pushing down your shorts enough to free your pussy where his hands placed small circles around your clit. "I'm fucking glad I am." you completed, melting to his touch, placing your hands in his shoulders for balance as your legs trembled already. He had amazing hands.

"How could'ya not be anyone's type?" he asks admiring you as your face changed expressions in seconds of growing pleasure "Fuckin' gorgeous like that." he pressed harder into your core, making your fully curl towards him in a whine. "Daryl I'm- I'm gonna- fuck." you try uselessly to make any sense of your words "S'right babygirl, let it all out." he guides you as you come undone on his fingers. Still with trembling legs, you manage to get yourself up to fully get your shorts out, straddling him again and lowering yourself to allow him to fill you up hole.

He felt like your missing piece, filling you perfectly as you slowly lowered in his encounter. Daryl instinctively grinded his hips higher to meet yours with a clasp, unable to wait a second more to fuck you numb.

You let him dig his fingers on your flesh as he kept his movements, strong and steady, making a rhythmic noise fill up the room along with your low moans. Daryl occasionally covered your mouth not to call out your friends attention to what was happening inside of that warehouse.

He kept thrusting into you until you, meeting your own movements on a perfect pace. You felt yourself reaching your limit for the second time that day, melting on top of him as he rested his hands on your back, holding you steady as he kept his rhythm until he reached his own nirvana, resting his damp forehead on your equals sweaty shoulders.

You let out a small laugh of amusement, letting the last moments sink in before moving yourself off from him. You slowly get yourself up from his lap, letting un unsatisfied groan from the lack of him physically. As you move, Daryl only watches you in awe, silently. You grab some tissues from a shelf and hand him some "Clean up." you command "Thanks.".

He watches you get dressed still not processing what you just did. You pick up on his staring, smiling to yourself "A picture would last longer, Dixon."

"Shut up."

Dick Grayson:

Dick is home early, which can only mean two things: patrol went exceptionally well, or patrol when incredibly poor. 

Judging by the faraway look in his eyes, you’re thinking the latter. He’s hardly through the door when he’s ripping off his mask and carding his fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” you greet him from the couch. “Everything okay?”

He nods, but the tension in his jaw and shoulders tells you everything you need to know: he’s lying. A frown falls over your face. Classic Dick.

You force yourself to your feet, the sleep you’ve been staving off all night leaving your body at the sight of your disheveled boyfriend. The minute you step towards him, he’s sucking in a breath, tugging at the collar of his costume to get some airflowing.

“Patrol went perfectly fine then?”

He dodges you, slipping into the kitchen before you can approach him any further. “I wouldn’t say that,” he admits. “But it’s okay. Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.”

You watch as he fills an entire glass of water and chugs the whole thing, water soaking the outsides of his mouth. It drips down his chin, down the more prominent than usual veins on his neck. 

He wipes it lazily on the back of his hand and flashes you a smile when he sees you staring. “It’s rude to stare, you know.”

“Hard not to when you’re putting on such a good show.”

His joking demeanour disappears—only for a moment—replaced by pain-stricken eyes and clenched fists. His cheeks flush, his eyes fluttering shut while he takes what appears to be a strained breath.

“Okay, what aren’t you telling me?”

You expect him to brush you off, the usual lies about his time spent as Nightwing that will surely be contradicted in a news report later this week. Yet, Dick surprises you.

“I got dosed with something, but you don’t need to—” He trails off, freezing in his tracks at the way your lips purse and eyes flood with concern for him. “Fuck, baby don’t look at me like that.”

It’s the shift in his voice that you notice first. The carefully threaded restraint he’d been using up until now has disappeared, replaced instead with a hoarseness you’ve only ever heard from Nightwing.

You’re rushing to his side, then. Your hands grasp at his shoulders, trail down his biceps, rest over his forearms. You look up at him, blinking slowly while you closely—maybe too closely—examine him. 

“Dosed with what?”

Having you so close is like torture to him, the breath stilling in his body. He can’t help but wrap his arms around you, shoving your face into his chest so you don’t have to see the downright predatory look on his face right now.

“Don’t worry about it.”

A sigh blows past your lips, both hands bracing against his abs to shove yourself away from him. “Stop saying…”

You trail off, eyes focused on the bulge pressing into the fabric of his costume. And suddenly you feel silly for missing all of the cues, for not realizing you’ve been accidentally torturing him this entire time.

“Don’t worry.”

He says it at the same time you say, “let me help.”

He blinks, blue eyes swallowed by the darkness of his pupils. His hand runs to your jaw, tracing the skin with the tips of his fingers. “We really shouldn’t…”

“Now is not the time to get modest, Grayson.”

He scoffs at your use of his last name. You keep your eyes locked on his while you slowly fall to your knees, resting your head against the side of his thigh. He gets the message, stripping out of the restraining fabric of his costume, leaving him in just his underwear.

His underwear are wet, every inch of his skin flooded with boiling warmth. You palm at him through the fabric, Dick sucking in a breath and clenching the edge of the counter. Now’s not the time to tease him, you realize, and waste no time stripping him completely.

The minute the cold air hits his aching cock, Dick gasps. The cold air offers the sweet relief he’s been craving, only to be immediately swallowed up by the warmth of your mouth. His eyes stay on you the entire time, his mouth falling open with pleasure.

You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like your life depends on it. The taste of him floods your mouth, all salty pre and the bodywash he’d used before patrol, and something new and sweet you don’t quite recognize. 

Dick presses a hand on the back of your head, shoving you down on his length until you gag. Your eyes tear up, lashes wet with the strain, and the sight alone has Dick whining.

His tip reaches the back of your throat and then his hips are stuttering, bodies shaking as his orgasm rips through him. Hot ropes of cum run down your throat, coat your mouth, rest against your tongue. 

You don’t even think before you swallow, sticking out your tongue after to show him. His face is entirely flushed now, sweat sticking to every inch of his skin, muscles shaking with restraint.

“Get up,” he says and it leaves no room for argument. 

The second you’re on your feet, he’s pulling you into a dizzying kiss, his tongue dipping into your mouth. His hands roam your body, his still hard cock poking you where he presses against your body. 

And then he’s stripping you of your clothes and bending you over the counter to fuck you silly.

-

It’s four rounds before Dick is able to regain his composure, pulling his sweat-slicked body away from you. 

In the chaos, he’s moved the two of you to the couch, with you splayed out on your back. Your legs shake, your head spins, spots cloud your vision. Your pussy hurts from the beating you just took, splotches of his cum drying on your thighs, your stomach, your chest.

“I’m gonna be so tired tomorrow,” you mumble, wiping a hand across your forehead.

Dick kisses at your cheeks, eyes sweeping down your ravished body. You’re just as sweaty as he is, your skin feverish from the aftermath of your orgasms. Teeth marks linger on your thighs, your neck—anywhere Dick could access, apparently. His fingers idly trace the outline of his teeth on your skin while he frowns.

“I’ll take care of you.” It’s a promise. “Since you always take such good care of me.”

Jason Todd:

The last thing you’re expecting when you come home is Jason Todd naked and jerking off in your bed, but here he is.

When you first opened the door, back from your midnight gas station snack run, you’d expected at least a couple more hours alone. Jason wasn’t due to be home until at least five in the morning, so when you heard the distinct squeaks of your bedframe, your first thought was intruder.

And then you heard him moaning your name and all of the fear went out the window, replaced with confusion.

That’s how you got here, staring at him from the doorframe, listening to the sticky sounds of him fisting his cock and whining your name. You knock softly, “shirking your duties tonight, Red?”

He looks up at you, not even bothering to stop touching himself. “Needed a quick break,” he groans. 

He’s stripped out of his helmet and pants but the dark compression shirt he usually sports with his costume remains glued to his abs. He’s soaked in sweat, his cheeks are flushed—Jesus, how long has he been at this?”

You laugh incredulously. “And how long is this break going to last?”

“Woulda been quicker but I came home to find my girlfriend abandoned me,” he looks at you seriously, “where were you?”

Your heart speeds up. It’s already strange for him to ditch his pursuit of crime, but for his tone to shift so drastically, for him to be staring at you like you did something wrong? Something’s off.

You shuffle your way into the room, hovering hesitantly just beside the bed. You can’t help but watch as he jerks himself off. You risk a glance, meeting his eyes only to notice that dark look behind them.

“Are you high?”

He stops, hand lazily resting on his cock. “Are you serious?”

You nod.

“Not on drugs.” At the incredulous look on your face, he sighs, “ran into Ivy tonight.”

That’s all he has to say for you to connect the dots. His flushed skin, the way he’s grabbing himself, the downright needy tone of his voice. It all makes sense.

“Jay…” You find yourself climbing into bed next to him, keeping a respectful distance, “are you okay?”

He clenches his cock. “I’m working on it.”

“Do you need anything?”

“You,” he admits. “I needed you but you weren’t here—maybe that’s for the best.”

You rest a hand on his shoulder and he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut. Even through the fabric of his shirt, you can feel the warmth of his skin. 

“Do you still need me?”

He groans and furiously nods his head. You brace a hand on his thigh and you swear goosebumps raise across his skin. Your fingers wrap around the ones he keeps on his cock, taking over the motion for him.

Your other hand dips beneath your waistband, stroking at your clit. You’re already wet from the sight of him naked, from the way he’s been talking. You rub him in sync with yourself, your fingers wrapped tight around his cock.

Jason finally lets himself relax into the mattress, head rolling back while you work on him. You spit, giving yourself some lube to help with the friction and coat his cock. You dip a finger into your pussy, trying to work yourself open for what’s to come.

When you feel good and ready, you’re lazily tugging your pants down to your ankles and straddling his waist. The tip of his cock brushes between your folds, collecting your slick.

You press one hand against his chest, the other one dipping between your legs to align his tip with your entrance. The minute it slips inside of you, you whine. It’s big and he’s so hard and it’s such a stretch but God, it feels so good.

Jason whines, too. His eyes are still clenched shut, his hands finding their way to your waist to help brace you on his length. You start off slow, trying to get yourself in the rhythm of it before speeding up.

It’s not fast enough for Jason, though, not hard enough. He slams you down on his cock, his tip brushing your cervix. The two of you thrust together, his hips snapping up to meet yours before you can even bring them back down.

All of his movements—from his hands to his hips—are punctuated with pulsing need, lurid sounds leaving his lips. It’s a rare occasion you can hear him whine like this, a rare occasion he’s so brazen with his need for you, but you love it.

Your thighs slam against his hard enough that the sounds echo through the room, his cock inside of you bullying its way through your walls. And then he’s twitching, thighs shaking.

He pushes you all the way down, holding you against him while he finishes deep inside of you. You squirm, squishing a hand into your stomach as if you could feel him from the outside.

Jason’s left gasping, sweaty and still rock hard. He thrusts up into you lazily, eyes flicking open to meet yours, “need more. You can take more, yeah? For me?”

Your walls clench around him and you nod. His cock has his cum sloshing around inside of you, pushing it deeper with every needy thrust. His eyes are completely darkened with pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin so harshly it’s going to bruise.

-

It’s a long night for you, ending with you collapsed on Jason’s chest, his cum pouring out of you. He’s panting beneath you but still manages to draw slow circles on your back, your feverish skin twitching beneath his touch.

Every inch of you is sore, the muscles in your thighs aching from having them parted for so long. Your pussy hurts, too. From the stretch or the friction or the absolute beating you just took, you’re not sure.

Jason plants a kiss against your temple. “I need water,” he cups your jaw, tilting up your head to look at him, “you need anything?”

“Water sounds good.”

He nods and then he’s shifting your body away, which isn’t easy given the way you’re clinging to him. Your skin sticks to his from where you’ve been laying and even after he gets out of the bed, even though you’re utterly exhausted and fucked out, you still ache for him.

It feels like forever until he’s coming back with water and settling back onto the mattress next to you. Automatically, your body slots into his, your head resting on his chest.

“So what did you do to piss off Poison Ivy so bad?”

He laughs, “fuck if I know. All I know is I’ve hit my pussy quota for the week.”

“Oh?” You risk a glance at him, “does that mean I’m off the hook?”

He kisses you. “Not a chance, doll.”

Tim Drake:

You wake up to Tim kissing the side of your neck, his wet hair tickling your skin. You scrunch up your nose, trying to squirm out of his grasp but his arms are locked tightly around you.

“Tim,” you whine. 

It’s not uncommon for him to wake you up like this. In the ungodly hours, when he’s finally stripped out of his suit and finished up whatever it is he’s been up to, he always seeks you out. 

He climbs beneath your sheets, his hair still wet from his shower. He feels your skin on his, basks in the heat of your body, traces shapes up your body. It’s more than a routine—it’s a ritual.

You can feel something’s off before you finish opening your eyes. His breaths are faster, shallower. His hair lacks the distinct smell of his shampoo—instead, it’s matted with sweat. 

“Tim.” You finally open your eyes, blinking groggily at your boyfriend. “You’re being needy.”

He looks up at you through his lashes, shadows cast across his skin from the moonlight streaming through the window. His eyes are half-lidded, the steely blue of his irises almost entirely drowned out.

“Not my fault,” he rasps, grinding his hips against your thigh. “Just need you.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, pushing away his sweaty hair from his forehead. You wince at the sight of a pretty sizable wound in the corner of his forehead, dried blood crusted to his skin. Your blood runs cold.

“Did something happen?”

He grinds against you again, the hard length of his cock teasing your side. “Nothing important.”

He trails a hand down the length of your pyjama pants, stopping at your knee and dipping his hand into your inner thigh. You gasp, a hot trail of lighting running up your spine. Swallowing, you part your knees, watching with bated breath as his travels higher and higher.

Your open knee falls right between his own legs. A whimper slips past his lips, his hips grinding into you harder. You swear you can feel a new wetness from where he touches you.

His fingers ghost over your heat, staying just shy of where you really need him, before he shoves his hand into your waistband. On a normal night, he might be more gentle, more patient. Tonight is not a normal night.

His lips find their way to your neck again, teeth nipping at your skin. His hand travels downward simultaneously, slipping past your panties and to the wetness of your core. You gasp, eyes falling shut.

He dips his fingers into your heat, coating them in your slick while he rubs at your clit. A new heat grows in your stomach, radiating through you, seeping into every pore.

He slips a finger inside of you, sliding it up to the hilt in a matter of seconds. You bite your lip, trying to keep quiet in the dead of night.

He curls his finger inside of you, grumbling at the way your walls clench around him. “Fuck.”

You open your eyes at that. “Tim—“ You clear your throat. “Tim, are you sure everything’s okay?”

He thrusts his hips slowly in time with the finger inside of you, rutting against you like a man starved. His teeth sink further into your neck, eliciting a moan from you.

“I need—fuck, I need you.” His eyes meet yours, pure desperation behind them. “I need to have you. Please let me have you.”

A small shake of your head is all he needs, tugging your pyjama pants down to your knees and climbing on top of you. His own pants follow suit, his hard cock springing free. It looks painfully hard, the tip wet and glistening in the moonlight. 

He pushes your legs apart—a little aggressively—and settles between them. He lays over you, one hand keeping himself up and the other guiding his cock to your needy entrance. You gasp when the tip slips inside of you, your walls stretching to accommodate him.

Tim lets his weight fall on top of you, his chest pressed against yours, his head nuzzled into your neck. His thrusts are fast, hard and desperate—each one punctuated with a plea and the sound of his skin on yours. Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, tangling in his sweat soaked hair.

His hips roll into yours, his cock barely moving out of you before he shoves it back in. His breathing is laboured, panting in your ear while he fucks the life out of you. 

“Feels so good.” He gasps. “S-so good. Fuck, I need more.”

Tim fucks you like a man starved. Every thrust, every slam of his hips into yours has your eyes rolling back in your head, that pressure inside of you building. It’s too much and not enough—everything you needed and everything you didn’t.

You tug hard on his hair, bringing his face to yours and slamming your lips against his. You come undone, throwing yourself into the kiss, all of your muscles locking up. He tastes sickly sweet—so strange, so unlike him.

Tim fucks you through your orgasm, and even after you come to, he keeps going. Sweat drips from his temples, his face flushed all the way down to his neck. His hips stutter, and then he’s pushing himself deeper, burying himself deep while he finishes inside of you.

Even after he comes, he keeps going, fucking it further inside of you.

-

It’s hours later before Tim finally lets up. Every inch of his skin is flushed and feverish and coated in sweat, his muscles shaking from exhaustion. Despite all that, he’s still better off than you.

You’re half-conscious, panting for breath that won’t come. Your legs shake, your limbs long since numbed. Tim’s cum drips out of you, staining the skin of your thighs and the silk of your sheets. You feel so full of him that it hurts, your pussy aching from the friction of the night.

He finally rolls off of you, his heart rate having finally returned to normal. “You doing okay?”

You offer him a weak thumbs up, your throat dry and sore from both dehydration and exertion. He wipes the sweat off of your forehead, pressing a chaste kiss to your overly warm skin. 

“I’m gonna grab you some water.” He forces himself to his feet despite his aching muscles, “then we can sleep, okay?”

You nod slowly, already starting to drift off when he leaves the room.

Wally West:

You’re just waking up to get water when you’re caught in a blur of blue lightning. 

You were in the kitchen, fingers outstretched to the cabinet, oversized tee riding up over your bare thighs, when the door clicked open. You didn’t even have time to react before his arms were around you and you were being sped away to the bedroom.

Wally’s arms stay around you, one hand on the back of your head to keep you pressed into his chest. His breaths are heavy, the hammering of his heart beating in your ears.

Still in a sleepy daze, you let yourself fall against him, embracing his touch. “Hiya,” you murmur.

“Hey, doll.” His voice comes out as a rasp, all breathy and uneven. “What’re you awake for?”

You try to pull away so you can meet his eyes while he speaks but his grip tightens. You blink, “was grabbing water. Are you—is everything okay? You’re home early.”

He rests his chin on the top of your head, trailing his other hand down your back and into the arch of your spine. He rubs up and down, gentle pressures trying to keep himself grounded.

You grab at his hips, fingers tracing the bones that jut out through his costume. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s hesitant to let you go, loosening his hold on you little by little. You let yourself step back—only a few inches, but to Wally, it may as well feel like a multiverse away—and finally get a good look at him.

He’s pulled his cowl off, showing off his flushed cheeks and sweaty temples. His pupils are blown, almost swallowing the green entirely. His sights are fixed on you, eyes burning you where they land on your skin.

“What’s wrong?”

He takes a breath, “should be outta my system soon.”

“What should be?”

As if he can’t help himself, he’s gripping your hips and pulling you back into him. ”Got dosed with something,” he’s quiet, words almost too quick for you to catch. “Tried to run it off but—”

He slams your body into his, ducking his head into the crook of your shoulder so he can whisper into your ear. “I need you.”

A shiver crawls up your spine. Oh. You grab at his forearms, looking up at him through your lashes. “You need me, hm?”

He nods, desperation written across his features. His hands dip away from your hips, hiking up your shirt and rubbing on your bare thighs.

“Please.”

And how could you resist when he’s whining, pleading, begging for you to help him? The microsecond you nod your head, he’s walking you back onto the bed and laying you down against the sleep-ruffled sheets.

His head falls against your neck, hands tugging needily at the collar of your shirt. His lips brush over your collarbone, over the side of your neck, planting wet kisses across your skin.

His hips roll over one of your thighs and it’s now that you feel the hardness in his pants through the fabric of his suit. He grinds against you and cries out into your neck like just touching you has him close to finishing.

You stroke the top of his head, tugging at the unruly mess of red. A gasp leaves him, the air cold against the warmth he’s left across your skin. His hips rock into you, bulge digging into you in a way that has him whimpering against you.

“N-need more.” He gasps, “need to be closer.”

And then he’s shedding the suit, not even bothering to kick it off the bed before his underwear follows. He props himself up on his knees, squeezing his cock in anticipation.

Wally doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear. Your legs are folded into your chest, Wally inserting himself between them. He tugs your panties to the side, slipping his cock into your wetness. 

The two of you sigh in sync as Wally pushes himself further inside. He’s rougher tonight, faster, wasting no time bottoming out. The sudden stretch stings a little, sure to leave your insides aching tomorrow, but you don’t mind.

Anything to make him feel better.

His thrusts are sloppy and quick and punctuated with whines. His face is pressed into your chest, inhaling the scent of your shirt like a drug. You’re soft and you’re warm and you smell fucking divine and Wally cannot get enough.

Your thighs shake from the way he’s holding them into your chest, an ache building in your tummy with every thrust. You dig your nails into his shoulders, raking them down his back. 

Wally finishes quicker than usual, every cell in his body vibrating against you. He gasps, choked whines slipping from his lips. You grab onto his biceps in an attempt to ground him, keep him from slipping through your fingers.

It takes almost a minute for him to stop buzzing. Sweat slicks his brow bone, soaks into his hairline, glistens across every muscle.

“How’re you feeling, baby?”

His hips roll into yours once more, cock brushing your cervix. “N-need more. Please—god, please, doll, let me keep fucking you? Please?”

You kiss at his temple, “anything for you.”

-

It’s incredibly lucky that Wally’s metabolism has whatever he was drugged with out of his system within a couple hours. It’s incredibly unlucky for you that he has the most insane stamina out of any man you’ve ever been with.

When Wally’s finally done, when the ache in his cock fades and the heat in his chest cools, you’re left entirely fucked out. You’re sweaty and sore and exhausted, with cum dripping down your thighs and staining the sheets.

Wally’s exhausted too, collapsing onto the mattress next to you. He plants kisses down your temple and across your cheek, “you’re the best ever. You know that, right?”

“You’re just saying that to get more pussy.”

He laughs. “I’m saying that because I love you.”

“Enough to get me water?”

Wally kisses you one last time before he’s on his feet, returning only seconds later with a glass of ice water. “As you wish, princess.”

Hal Jordan:

Hal Jordan bursts through the door, tripping over his own feet on his way through the threshold. He gasps for air, his costume dissolves around him, leaving him in his street clothes. 

You’re on your feet in an instant, discarding your phone on the couch and rushing to his side. You manage to catch him—barely—and drape him over your shoulder. 

He leans on you, tentatively, and allows you to guide him to the couch. You’re gentle to roll him off of your shoulders and onto the soft cushions. 

Crouching in front of him, you gently tap his flushed cheek. “Hal, baby, look at me.”

His eyes are droopy and bloodshot, the brown darker than you’ve ever seen it. Still, he manages to look up at you through his lashes. 

“What happened out there?”

He swallows, shuddering beneath your gaze. “I got dosed.”

You scrunch up your face, rubbing your thumb over his feverish skin. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his pupils blown out. 

“With what?” You frown, “the ring didn’t protect you?”

“Not if I—“ He grunts, shifting uncomfortably in his jeans, the fabric suddenly too tight. “Not if I drank it willingly.”

Your eyes widen. No, no, no—how could this happen? “Do you know what you were dosed with?”

His cheeks burn a brighter shade of red—a silent yes. 

“Well, what was it?”

Hal tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. Just the way you’re looking at him, the sound of your voice, is enough to have his blood rushing to his groin. It’s torture. 

“Hal?”

He can’t take it anymore. The heat, the pressure in his groin, the scent of your perfume. It’s too much for him.

He snatches your hands from his face, pulling you into him so he can catch your lips in a hungry kiss. It’s hot, the taste of whiskey, Coke and something unusually sweet lingering on his mouth.

Hal’s a man starved, his teeth digging into your bottom lip, his tongue begging for access. You go to pull away—whether to catch your breath or get your bearings, you’re not sure—but Hal’s grip on your hands is ironclad.

“Hal,” you mumble into his lips.

Either he doesn’t hear you or doesn’t care. He collects your wrists into one hand, keeping you captive with a fraction of his strength. 

“Hal.”

Finally, his grip loosens and you’re allowed to pull away, blinking at him with wide eyes. He’s smiling, and it would almost be reassuring if it wasn’t for the edginess behind his eyes, the desperation in his touch.

You rest your hands on his thighs, rubbing at the rough fabric of his blue jeans. “How can I help you, baby?”

“I need you.” His voice is breathy, raspy. “Please, sweetheart—please let me have you.”

It’s a rare occasion you can get Hal Jordan of all people to beg. Despite your concern, the clench of your heart just by looking at the state of him, you slowly nod your head.

He captures your hands in his grasp once more, a flash of green light wrapping around them. You watch as the light moulds, sculpts itself into something hard and real—and then you’re sitting in front of him in a pair of glowing green shackles.

Hal is eager to guide you down to your knees, your face perfectly aligned with the zipper of his jeans. You look up at him through your lashes, blinking in innocent anticipation.

On a better night, you would fall victim to his usual games. The teasing, the painfully slow way he strips, the way he doesn’t let you touch him until he’s fully satisfied that you need it. 

Tonight, he’s quick to strip out of his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free, the already-hard length slapping your face. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting him slap it onto your tastebuds. 

His familiar taste floods your mouth, his cock pushing all the way to the back of your throat. You gasp, his tip brushing your gag reflex and ripping the breath from your body. You wrap your lips around his length, hollowing your cheeks.

You pause, closing your eyes and taking a breath through your nose. Hal pushes on the back of your head, driving himself past the back of your throat. You gag, tears flooding your eyes. 

“S-so fucking good at this, baby.” He groans, “mouth feels like heaven.”

You struggle in your bindings for only a few seconds before he catches on and releases you, giving you some time to catch your breath. 

You fall into an easy routine after that. Hal guides you up and down his length, whining about how nice it feels and how good you’re doing. Heat rushes to your pussy with every moment you spend with your mouth around his cock, your panties soaking in anticipation.

Hal pulls you off his cock before he can finish, grabbing you by your shackles and hauling you up to your feet. He manhandles you onto the couch, a hand rubbing at the crotch of your pants.

“Always get so wet from sucking me off,” he groans. There’s a rip and suddenly the cool air is hitting your bare pussy. “So hungry for cock.”

“H-hal!”

Before you can berate him about your ruined pants and underwear, his fingers find their way between your folds, rubbing at your clit. You bite down on the front of your shirt, only managing to muffle half the desperate sounds that leave your lips.

When he’s satisfied you’re ready, he’s pushing himself inside you, greedily bottoming out before you can adjust. You squirm in your restraints, Hal’s hand on the small of your back keeping you down against the couch.

He pulls all the way out, slamming his hips back into yours in a way that has your knees shaking. He bullies his cock inside of you repeatedly, pushing you further and further into the couch with each harsh thrust.

“F-fuck,” his hips stutter. “Need to be deeper, fuck.”

Hal does his best to last but with the heat washing over him, it’s hard. He’s insatiable but overstimulated, needy but never satisfied. He needs you, he needs more, but if he goes any harder, he is going to break you.

Hal’s cock twitches inside of you, heat flooding your walls. You gasp, your body spasming as you finish with him. The clenching of your walls milks his cock, pulling every drop out of his needy length.

-

By the end of the night, you’re tied spreadeagle to his bedframe, green restraints bind you with barely-maintained willpower. 

When Hal finishes for the fifth time, you’re utterly exhausted. The smell of sex is heavy in the air, all of your senses numbed from the way you’ve just been ravished.

Hal pulls his face away from your chest, his eyes soft, that light having finally returned. He plants a gentle kiss to your temple, “thank you, sweetheart.”

“Just—” You raise a shaking hand to your forehead and offer him a lazy salute, “just doing my part, sir.”

He laughs at that. “I think you’ve done your part for the entire year, if I’m being honest.”

“Does that mean no more sex for a year?”

“W-what?” His eyes practically bulge out of his head, “that’s not—I didn’t mean—”

You fall into a fit of weak giggles, letting your eyes flutter shut. Hal brushes the sweat and hair from your face, kissing your lips to interrupt your laughter.

“I love you.”

You tangle a strand of his hair around your finger, “I love you too.”

Roy Harper:

Roy’s naked when you come home. Abs coated in sweat, hair disheveled, thighs shaking and hand lazily fisting his cock.

Your shopping bags hit the floor, startling the naked man on your couch. His eyes flick up, meeting yours and suddenly you’re feeling shy.

There’s a harsh bruise on his chest, radiating down to his ribs in streaks of ugly purple and yellow. Your face draws into a frown and without thinking, you’re rushing to his side.

“What happened?” You settle yourself right next to him on the couch, fingertips tracing the length of his chest.

He shivers, gritting his teeth. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

You lean in, gently kissing your way down the span of his bruise. You don’t notice the way he shifts uncomfortably next to you, the way every muscle in his body is clenched in barely-withheld lust.

Your lips brush dangerously close to his hip bone and suddenly he’s grabbing your hair, harshly tugging your face up to meet his. 

Sweat glistens his temples, his jaw clenched. Slowly, he lets you go, but his eyes are fixed on you in a way that says ‘don’t you fucking move.’

“Are you okay?” You breathe.

Only inches away from him, the scent of smoke and sweat fill your nostrils, something sickly sweet burning behind it. He tugs at his own hair but the pressure does nothing to relieve the heat burning beneath his skin.

His mask starts to slip with you so close, his composure melting away. He shakes his head, slowly, subtly, and the way your lips purse in concern has him whining.

Between the three rounds he’d gone before you’d gotten home, and the heat pulsing in his groin, it’s too much. He reaches for you, fingertips tentatively hanging in the air just above your jawline.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You,” he confesses, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is needy and wet, every second you spend connected is pulsating in desire. His calloused fingers are rough on your skin, beckoning you closer, begging for your touch.

He twists the two of you around, slamming your back into the couch cushions. He’s mumbling your name against your skin, trailing his hand down to the crotch of your jeans while he grinds himself into your thigh. 

His fingers dip into your waistband, trailing further and further down. You part your legs on instinct, giving him better access to you. He groans into your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin.

“So needy,” you tease, and your words have him whining. 

His thumb draws lazy circles around your clit while you tug at his hair, the strands as unruly as they are sweaty. On a normal day, Roy loves nothing more than having his hair pulled. But today? It has him shaking, his cock twitching in anticipation.

When you’ve had enough of his fingers, you’re grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. Roy looks at you with utter devastation, eyes pleading silently for you to not stop. 

You slip out from under him, shimmying out of your pants. Roy watches with his mouth wide open, eyes glistening. You push at his bare chest, laying him down on the couch and setting a knee on either side of him.

The minute you sink down on his cock, Roy’s head is rolling back, a guttural cry leaving his lips. Sure, he’s already come three times, but the feeling of your walls clenching around him has him ready for a fourth.

You brace yourself against his chest, bouncing up and down on his cock, letting him split you open. He’s an utter mess beneath you, whines and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

You lean into him, lips finding their way to his chest, kissing dark marks down his skin. Your teeth graze at his collarbone and it’s all too much for him, and then he’s bucking his hips into you so harshly it has the air leaving your chest.

“R-roy, babe—”

His hands grasp at your hips and without thinking, he’s rolling the two of you over—both of you tumbling over the side of the couch. You’re lucky the carpet is soft and that Roy still has the good sense to cover the back of your head.

He drives himself deeper inside of you, his head dipping into your chest to muffle his own lurid sounds. It’s not long before he’s finishing again, hips stuttering against yours.

His warmth fills you but it’s not enough, his motions turning lazy but never stopping. It’s not enough, it’s never enough, he can never get enough of you.

“Roy—”

“More,” he gasps, “more, I need more, I need—”

You silence him with a kiss. “Shh, I know what you need, baby, it’s okay.”

-

Somehow, the two of you end up in the kitchen with you bent over the counter and Roy pounding into you.

By the time the two of you are done, you’re dehydrated and feverish with pleasure, your skin hot to the touch. It takes all the strength you have left to get back onto your feet and stretch your aching muscles.

Roy’s almost equally as exhausted, the veins in his muscles bulging from the strain. “How are you—” He clears his throat, “how are you feeling?”

Your voice is almost as raspy as his when you answer with a simple, “good.”

You stumble on your way to the sink to refill your water but Roy manages to catch you, bracing your body against his. He offers you a disapproving look, making you sit down on one of the stools you’d shoved aside during the hours that’d preceded this.

His hands shake around the cup when he hands it to you, a testament to the strain he’s just put on himself.

“Do you,” you say between sips of water, “do you want to talk about what happened? Before, I mean.”

He kisses the side of your head, “can we take a nap first?”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

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Hal grunts something beside you, sprawled across the bed just as much as you are — his forearm draped over half his face, lips stretched in a grin that was half smug, half incredulous, "Aren't you?" He laughs.

You don't even notice you've brought a hand to his chest, nails lightly scratching the skin still marked with hickeys and smudges of lipstick. You hear him hiss, maybe from the sensation of your fingers trailing over the reddish shapes, or, perhaps, from your teeth nibbling at his neck, grazing the old mark you'd not a moment ago. The arm that had been resting over Hal's face pulls you closer, the calluses on his palm scraping against the small of your back.

"Gimme a minute and I'll see what I can do for you, baby…" he promises with a heavy sigh, keeping his eyes closed, still savoring the fading echoes of pleasure.

Your teeth give the sensitive skin one last squeeze and, without much thought, you climb on top of him, your bare pelvis settling on his sweaty stomach.

"Hm? Someone seems real greedy." he teases, his eyes — still heavy with exhaustion — slowly opening, just enough to lazily admire your body positioning itself over his.

You feel your thighs trembling around Hal's waist as your hands seek refuge between his collarbone and chest. "I just can't seem to get satisfied with just a little bit of you."

"A little bit? I think you've already wrung out about 75% of me." You laugh with him, letting out a low moan when a sudden shiver runs through your body as his abdomen — twitching and flexing with his laughter — grazes your slick folds.

The firm ridge of his muscle created a delicious friction and, suddenly, you weren't laughing anymore — not when your clit, swollen again, bumped against one defined ridge after another.

"Oh?" Hal rests his hands on your thighs, his fingers tracing a slow path along the inside of your skin. "Looks like I won't have to do much work at all." He murmurs, a lazy smile spreading across his face as yours contorts in a moment of bliss.

You don't answer him, too busy trying to find a more comfortable position, grinding against Hal's stomach like someone riding a slippery saddle. Your mixed fluids only complicated your arduous battle to find that same friction again, that electrifying spark from moments before.

You barely even registered that you were practically riding his abs.

"–like using me, uh?" Your attention snaps back to Hal, your glazed-over eyes searching for his. You let out a confused, timid grunt at the half heard phrase. "Didn't catch that? Too busy using me like your little toy?"

"No–" You brace your hands on his thighs, knuckles whitening as you grip the muscle. "Not a toy." The sounds slip from your lips easily, sliding off your tongue in soft, hungry moans.

"No? Funny," your breath hitches as Hal presses his stomach up against you, flexing tight, "that's not what it looks from down here." And that arrogant tone is back, gleaming in the pearly-white rows of teeth you've grown to love so much.

"What am I then, honey?" You feel his hands leave your thighs, giving you total freedom to continue your little impromptu show, as he tucks his hands behind his head like someone watching a TV show on the couch — watching his favorite late-night program, starring you, your bare breasts, and the fluids dripping from you onto Hal's skin.

"Ngh!" You cry out, the grinding of skin against skin faster now, a relentless hunt for the same climax he'd given you before.

"C'mon, what am I? Am I your little old boyfriend? Is that it?" You didn't know if It was his voice that sent shivers down your spine, or if it was feeding the small flame of growing irritation on your skin.

You end up nodding, too focused on the little jumps your clit makes with each precise friction — your orgasm drawing closer, almost palpable.

"Fuuuuck baby, you know how to make a guy feel special, uh?" Hal grunts, pushing his hips up just to disturb your rhythm, but it only forces a tearful moan from your lips.

You open your eyes, surprised you'd even closed them, when just looking at his arrogant, but tired face makes your pussy wetter. Hal grips your waist again, pressing his thumbs into your tummy as if trying to reach your womb — you bite your lip this time, satisfied by the heavy handed affection.

"That's why I like you, baby. Always thinking the best of shitty me."

DangerZone86: Hi babygirl, Daddy’s missed you

In bold letters across your laptop screen, Hal's sinful and sweet words read back to you, your heart pounding as you remember every second of that eventful day with him. It’s been a couple of months since then, him and Barry tag-teaming you and ravaging you.

DangerZone86: Did Daddy scare you angel? I just wanna have some more fun, it’d be nice seeing you again.

DangerZone86: Daddy's just lonely sweetheart, and he wants to see his little angel, that's all.

DangerZone86: [Open Photo] Remember? How big Daddy is? Don’t you want to feel that inside you all over again? I know I want to feel you sweet girl.

He continued to send depraved messages to you, hoping you’ll give in and give him what he wants. A part of you did… afterall, he did make you cum… a lot. Your eyes hazy and glossed over as you remembered that night…

"Come on, babygirl. Be a good girl for Daddy." Hal commanded, his voice rough with lust. Barry groaned as he felt your muffled moans vibrating around his shaft.

You continued to get messages from Hal, begging to see you again, and he continued to send filthy nude photos to you. Hoping that seeing his hard, dripping with precum cock would make you drop to your knees and rush over to go to him. You shakingly shut your laptop and slowly stalked down the stairs for dinner, seeing your annoying brothers fighting over food. You sat down in your unassigned chair and dozed off, lost in your sinful daydreams.

Barry’s fingers rubbing your clit, speeding them up every 30 seconds due to excitement. Torturing you with intense pleasure and then taking it away, seeing those baby blue eyes that looked like the sky and filled with happiness as you moaned for him. “Yeah, does that feel good, baby?”

You would nod and whimper, “Yes, Bear…” You knew that he could reduce you to nothing but a whimpering mess, but the fact that he had a wife prevented you from messaging him. It was bad enough that you slept with him that day, but to actively engage in an affair with him was another beast.

“Never thought I’d get such a pretty little princess like you in my bed.”

You bit your lip as you remembered Hal’s husky voice squeezing your thighs together, remembering all of the filthy and depraved things he did to you. “Did you like being Daddy’s plaything sweetheart?”

His rough and calloused hands roaming everywhere on your soft body, his husky and obscene words causing you to clench around him. “There we go, sweet girl. Milk Daddy, make him cum.”

You broke out of your thoughts when you heard your name being called. Looking up and seeing everyone at the table stare at you. Realizing just how lost in thought you really were, you mumbled, “Sorry.”

You heard your phone buzz, turned it on and saw a new email was sent to your inbox — thinking it was Hal again, you hid your phone underneath the table and opened the new email. It was from the same website saying that you had (20) new messages. You accidentally clicked the link and opened it, seeing DangerZone86 sent you (19) messages and the one was from outatime88. You nervously clicked on the one from Barry and gasped softly, looking up and seeing if your family noticed — When they didn't, you opened the direct messages, reading what Barry sent to you.

outatime88: Hi, honey… Can I see you? I’ve been lonely, and well… Iris is divorcing me, and I just need attention… It’s okay if you don't want to… do any of that but can we talk at least? I miss you, pumpkin.

Feeling your heart swell at his words, you could feel the desperation and sadness behind the screen of your phone, Barry was always the sweeter one out of the two men…

outatime88 is typing...

Your heart pounded as you waited for him to finish typing.

“What's so important on your phone?” Jason snotly teased, being the typical baby brother.

You nervously looked up, and clicked off your phone, hiding it in your lap and muttering, “Nothing.” Your face being full of colour and trying to avoid eye contact. The first time that you felt so nervous in your whole life, scared that the secret would be out. Then you looked around and saw everyone was staring at you once again, then your father's hand was held out. “Gimme the phone.”

You quickly thought to yourself, okay either I can give him the phone and hope he doesn't try to open it or he does and finds out what you’ve been doing… Or you can throw a fit…

“Why do you need my phone?” You crossed your arms and held your phone in between your thighs, furrowing your brows. Bruce sighed and pinched his nose, “Because it's distracting you enough that I want to know what you're doing.” He kept his hand out, waiting patiently for you to pass him the phone.

Your heart stopped, he can't find out…

“I’m texting. That’s all.” You huffed, trying to sound extra bratty. You felt your phone buzz again, then again, and then again. You hoped that those were actual texts and not just filthy messages from Hal and Barry.

“Give me the phone.” Bruce demanded, slamming his fist down on the table, standing up and pushing his chair back.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

So you followed his movements and grabbed your phone standing up and slamming your fist. “No!” You yelled, you looked down and saw your brothers staring up at you two eyes darting in between. “Why won't you just give me the phone? What are you doing that I can't see?” Bruce exploded, using the tone and voice he normally did when he patrolled, causing you to go pale.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I’m sexting.” You blurted out, nervously looking everywhere but your dad’s face. Chewing on your lip and tightly closing your eyes shut. Then there was silence, a gasp, and dishes breaking on the floor.

“What?” Bruce seethed, stepping closer to you, “Who?” His head tilted and his eyes filled with rage.

Um…? A chestnut brown haired, brown with gold flakes eyed man with a roguish lopsided grin and rough calloused hands that feel good pressed against your clit and who just happens to be Green Lantern and a blonde haired, icy blue with a brown freckle eyed man who’s tongue is literally heaven who talks sweeter than candy who just happens to be the Flash?

“What’s sexting?” Broke the silence, tracing back to Jason.

Then more dishes broke and a few gasps from behind you, “Nothing you should be concerned about, Jason.” Bruce’s told was cold and dismissive, a big sign that you were fucked. “Who?” He turned his head back to you, glaring at you with barely contained rage. “Any indecent pictures?”

You shook your head and softly answered, “A boy from college…”

After the big confrontation, you were sent to your room.

Bing! Bing! Bing!

Looking over and seeing that there were notifications from the chat website.

Then you saw the (43) unread messages.

(41) from DangerZone86

(2) from outatime88

You opened the foul mouthed ones first, heat pooling in your face and stomach as you read the messages.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: C’mon sweetheart just come see Daddy, he just misses you.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: I can see when you read the messages, babygirl.

DangerZone86: [Open Video]

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: C’mon babygirl? Don't you want Daddy’s dick? It’s waiting for you to come and suck it clean.

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: See? It needs attention, sweet girl. It wants you. Either impaled and being pounded inside of you, or in that pretty mouth of yours.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: C’mon babygirl… Daddy needs you.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: Need your pretty pussy baby.

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: Daddy just wants his pretty angel back.

DangerZone86: Miss tasting your sweet cherry pie, baby.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: [Open Video]

DangerZone86: See how Daddy came so hard all over his hand? That's what you do to me, sweetheart.

DangerZone86: Can Daddy cum in your pussy? It’d make him soooo happy. Just wanna see you drenched in my cum.

DangerZone86: I love you babygirl, I really do. Just need you to respond so I can take care of you.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: Please?

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: I just need to see your pretty pussy and I’ll go away…

DangerZone86: If you don't reply soon, Daddy’s gonna think you don't want him anymore…

DangerZone86: There's other pretty babies out there that will love on Daddy if you don't sweetheart.

DangerZone86: Keep me hanging much longer and I’m gonna show up at your old man’s.

DangerZone86 Wants to Chat!

DangerZone86: You're the only one Daddy wants you know that? He loves you, and he just wants to see your pretty face again.

DangerZone86: Please? I can't bare to not see you any longer…

DangerZone86: You haven't been at Watchtower, whenever I swing by, you're off at college… I just miss you baby.

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: Alright, I’m gonna come over there and fuck your little brains out. Gonna wish you just answered me, baby.

You nervously opened the last photo and saw a shirtless selfie from Hal, with his big brown eyes and a pouty face, god he was cute when he was pathetic and whiny. Finally reaching the end of Hal’s messages you exit out of the chatroom and decide to look at Barry’s.

outatime88: Baby, please? I really really miss you, honey. I just want some attention from my beautiful girl. Doesn't have to be like how it was, just want to hold you in my arms…

outatime88: It's okay, honey. I understand, that was a lot and you're probably wanting to stay away from us. I just miss you, and want to feel loved…

Your heart panged reading the desperate words, you sighed and began to message him back.

wonderrheartt: bear, i’m sorry… i meant to message you back but i didn't get to until now… i miss you too, bear

outatime88 is typing...

outatime88: Honey :D

outatime88: I’m sorry, I just didn't think you'd ever wanna hear from me again.

wonderrheartt is typing...

wonderrheartt: i thought you didn't want to cheat on your wife… so i didn't bother messaging you…

outatime88 is typing...

outatime88: Yeah, that was before I found out she was having an affair…

outatime88: Can we chat? I’d like to see your angelic face…

outatime88 Wants to Chat!

You chewed on your lip and took off your pajamas, underwear, to put on the sexiest pair you had. You climbed back onto your bed, and pushed your laptop to the edge of the bed, laying down on your stomach.

[Start Video Chat!]

Then your camera turned on, and seeing if your ass was perfectly in view — which it was. Then Barry’s camera turned on and this time on his face, his usual sunshine appearance was dimmed more than likely due to stress… He had under eye bags and slight stubble, his eyes were almost bloodshot due to crying, and his sandy blonde hair was sticking out everywhere. Then you heard his hoarse voice, “Hi honey.”

“Hi, Bear… You look awful, is everything okay?” You already knew the answer but you had to hear him say it.

“Yeah,” he sniffled, due to the amount of crying he’s been doing lately. “I’m just lonely, Baby.” His voice cracked, and he tried desperately not to tear up again, and nodded, “I’m okay, honey.”

You chewed your lip, thinking of ways to make him smile again, then the lightbulb went off in your head. You sensually sat up in your bed, and sweetly giggled at him. “Will this help?”

You slowly pulled off your shirt, letting your breasts bounce slightly. The cool chill air causes your nipples to harden, and for Barry to let out a small whimper.

“They're so pretty, baby… I miss you.” He wantonly whispered, his brows raised and a slight smile appeared on his face. Then his eyes gently glanced down at the pretty pair of panties, “Those are nice, sweetheart…”

You playfully giggled and took them off and dropped them off of the bed, then sat back down, seductively spreading your legs wide for the laptop's camera, “What do you like more, Teddybear?” You sinfully teased, and bit down on your plump lip while batting your eyelashes at him. A slightly bigger smile this time and obvious yearning in his eyes. “I like them both, honey… Can I see you soon?”

You softly giggled and nodded gently, “Yeah, how about this weekend? I have the whole week to come down there and play with you, Daddy.”

Then Barry desperately whimpered again, and softly rasped, “I thought that was Hal’s nickname…” His baby blue eyes glistened, and his lips were slightly parted.

You smiled wide and nodded, “Yeah… but is he here right now? You can be my Daddy, Barry. I’ll help you feel good, and you can help me feel good…” You seductively proposed, smiling softly at the broken man, you began rubbing yourself for him, circles running over your clit. Barry quietly gasped and softly asked, “But, what about Hal? I thought you were his girl…”

His lips were parted, his breathing shallow as he was fixated on you masturbaiting in front of him. Licking his dry lips and presumably rubbing himself through his jeans. “Hal can join, but my goal is to make you happy again, I can always have two Daddies, Teddybear.” You honey-talked him, and continued to sensually pleasure yourself and licked your glossy lips. “C’mon, Barry let me see that big cock of yours again…”

Barry needlingly groaned, and closed his eyes. His eyes fluttered back open and he gazed right at you, a big smile appearing on his face, “You think it's big?” His voice was small and had voice cracks, a far cry from his usual self. “Yeah, Barry.” You sweetly giggled again, and crinkled your nose. “I love how thick and lengthy it is.” Big was an understatement, it was huge. If the two men were next to each other? Barry’s would be significantly bigger. Afterall, your jaw was sore after you sucked him off.

Then you heard him break out into tears, and hysterical crying, and he looked at you with those heartbroken blue eyes and tears falling down his cheeks. “She never told me anything like that…” He sobbed, setting his phone down on the coffee table and covering his face with his hands. “You're so sweet, honeybun.” He tried to smile softly and broke out into tears again, and picked the phone up. “Listen, baby… I think I’m gonna go… Thank you for trying to cheer me up…” He sniffled, choking on tears and words.

Before you could say anything the video chat ended.

You sighed, clit throbbing with need and yet you didn't feel quite in the mood anymore. Looking outside the window and seeing that it was raining, you half smiled and got out of bed. Closing the laptop and walking to the balcony and opening the doors ajar. Then sauntering over to the bathroom and turning on the hot water to the shower, needing to clear your head and to make yourself fall asleep.

As the steam from the shower began to fill the bathroom, you let out a soft moan, your body aching with pent-up desire. Your breasts heaved with each breath as you stepped under the cascading hot water. Tilting your head back, letting the rivulets stream down your face and neck, between the valley of cleavage. You reached for the soap, lathering up your hands before sensually gliding them over your slick skin.

Turning off the water and stepping out of the steamy bathroom, towel wrapped around your body — You make your way to the balcony doors, then you see him, an ominous green blob in the distance. Flying towards you and landing on your bedroom’s balcony. He shot you a lopsided grin, “Told you I was coming.” His voice husky and low, words coming out as a rumble.

Slowly transforming back into his civilian clothes, his usual attire of jeans and a buttoned halfway long sleeved shirt. His boots thudded against the floor as he stalked towards you, Hal’s eyes roamed appreciatively over your barely covered body illuminated by the moonlight, taking in every tantalizing curve accentuated by the bath towel. He licked his lips unconsciously, drinking in the sight like a man dying of thirst. “Well well, looks like I caught you at a perfect time, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice low and rough with poorly concealed desire.

Hal took another step closer, crowding into your personal space. “Hey… Hal…” You whispered, your voice barely audible over the heavy rain. The heat radiating off his muscular frame seemed to melt away the chill from the rain outside. As soon as you were up against the bed, and Hal was pressed up against you, he grabbed your chin and gazed into your eyes. “Why’d you ignore Daddy?” He roughly sighed, and swallowed, shaking his head, “I didn't want to have to do this, cutie. But you left me no choice.”

He yanked off your towel and threw you on the queen sized bed, before you could protest Hal had smacked your ass, leaving a sharp sting. “Tell me, you're sorry.” You gasped as Hal's hand connected with your bare flesh again, the stinging pain morphing into a deep ache that pulsed through your core. "Sorry—" You found yourself hauled onto Hal's lap, cradled against his broad chest.

Your heart raced as you gazed up into his handsome face, those brown eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. Without thinking, you fisted your hands in his silky hair and dragged his mouth down to meet yours. The kiss started out chaste but quickly deepened, your tongues tangling together as you poured all your pent-up frustration and desire into the embrace.

He pulled away slightly, trailing kisses down your neck, “Fuck, I forgot how much I love your kisses.” He mumbles against your skin. Your face burning up from his touches, you let out a couple of soft moans when his fingers started playing with your nipples. Pinching and rolling them in his hand, causing little gasps and whimpers to escape your throat. His hand is kneading your erect nipples and sucking on your sensitive neck, causing you to whine, “Daddy, no hickies… My father might see…”

Hal chuckled lowly against your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensations coursing through your body. Stopping his movements, he whispered, “I don't give a fuck if he sees.” His breath is hot against your ear, sucking and pulling on your earlobe. Then his hands grabbed your hair and pulled your head to the side, Hal's teeth sank into the tender flesh of your neck, marking you as his possession. Hal sucked hard, determined to leave a vivid reminder of his claim on your body. His grip on your hair tightened, holding you in place as he ravaged your throat with bites and kisses.

Hal pinched your nipple hard, causing whimpers to escape your throat. His hand gripping your thigh tightly and prying them apart, his calloused fingertip running circles over your throbbing clit. “You're my girl, you're my little prize.” He murmured in your ear, kissing the hickies and bite marks left on your neck. “You came running to me, you needed Daddy, needed him to treat you right… and then when he got a taste you just ran off and never came back.”

You whimpered as you felt his fingers leave your hair and pressed to your lips, “I’m sor—” Your apology was muffled by Hal shoving his fingers in your mouth, whining and shutting your eyes closed. His other fingers being thrusted into your dripping folds, clenching around them at the intrusion, causing you to squirm in his lap. “Suck on Daddy's fingers, baby.”

Hal smirked as he watched you obediently suck on his fingers, your plump lips wrapping around them as you lapped at his digits with your tongue. The obscene sounds of your arousal filled the room, him plunging his fingers in and out of your soaked hole, your muffled moans, the creak of the bed beneath you.

Your flushed body pressed against Hal’s chest as he thrusted his fingers in your mouth and pussy at the same time. Whining around his thick and long fingers, lapping and sucking on them as he watches. “You look so cute when you're being used.” He darkly mocked, his voice low and teasing. Color rushing to your face as your eyes fluttered open and saw Hal roguishly smirking at you. He withdrew his fingers from your glossy lips and tilted your head back as he claimed your lips in a rough kiss. His other hand tangled in your hair, tugging lightly to angle your head for better access.

He hungrily swallowed your whimpers and moans, the obscene sounds only seeming to spur him on. His grip tightened in your hair, holding you in place as he ravaged your lips and mouth thoroughly. His calloused thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, his now three fingers roughly thrusting in and out of you, determined to have you fall apart on him. Swirling his tongue around yours, his hand stroking your head softly.

Hal felt your walls starting to flutter and clench around his thick fingers. “That's it, baby girl. Cum for Daddy,” he coaxed huskily, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. Swallowing your desperate whines and moans as he kisses you again. The obscene sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked folds filled the room, mixing with the patter of rain outside.

You felt the warm, fuzzy and intense burn at the bottom of your feet. Desperately whining into his mouth as you began clenching hard around Hal’s fingers, fire pooling in your lower abdomen. You whimpered into Hal’s mouth, “Daddy, fuck!” Jerking around as you came all over Hal’s fingers, you could feel him smirking as you rode out your high on his hand. As you finally came down from your intense orgasm, you laid limp in his lap, your back pressed up against his muscular chest.

He pulled back slightly, just to where your lips barely met. Breathing in each other's air as you panted, gazing into each other's eyes as you savored the taste of one another. He pulled out his fingers from your dripping cunt, making you whine like a puppy, causing him to roguishly grin. Pressing your heads together, his hand brushing your head sweetly made it feel almost romantic. The silence between you two was enjoyable. Your fingers came up to unbutton his shirt, moving from button to button. He pinched your cheeks again, and this time Hal kissed you softly, pulling back and staying close.

Hal lying with his back on the bed, his face buried in your cunt, his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth. He circled your entrance teasingly before thrusting inside, fucking you with his tongue and his nose brushing against your weeping hole. Hal's large hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he ate you out like a starving man at a feast. His cock stretching your kiss-swollen lips as you sucked him off, your hands playing with his heavy balls. The scent of his arousal filling your nostrils as hummed around his thick shaft, whimpering every time you felt stimulation to your throbbing clit.

Hal groaned around your slick folds as he felt your mouth working over his aching cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head. He thrust his hips up, burying himself deeper in the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. "Fuck yes, just like that baby girl," he grunted, his voice muffled against your dripping sex. His tongue delved deeper, stroking along your inner walls as he savored your sweet arousal. He focused his attention on your aching clit, flicking and suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves until your thighs trembled on either side of his head. You massaged his balls in time with each of his thrusts, swirling your tongue around the top of his shaft. Hal's hips bucked erratically as you worked him with your skilled mouth, his heavy sack tightening in your gentle grasp. “Shit, just like that sweetheart,” he panted, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core.

Three fingers pumping rapidly in and out of your soaked channel while his tongue lashed at your clit. The filthy sounds of slurping and moaning filled the room as they lost themselves in the intense pleasure. You whimpered around his thick length, your throat constricting around him as he hit the back of your throat. Drool leaked from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin. The coil in your lower abdomen wound tighter and tighter with each pass of his tongue, your inner muscles starting to flutter around his plunging fingers.

With a muffled cry, your orgasm crashed over you, your hips jerked and twitched, grinding your spasming cunt against Hal's face as you rode out the intense high. Hal growled in approval as your release gushed out to coat his hand and chin. He lapped at your twitching sex, prolonging your climax as he gentled his touches. "That's it baby, come for Daddy," he coaxed, his voice a low rumble against your sensitive flesh.

His twitching cock lay next to your head as you panted as you came down from your high, licking at the swollen head every so often. You felt his hand petting your head and heard sweet murmurs escaping his lips, “Good girl.” Hal stroked your sweat-dampened hair tenderly as you recovered from your powerful orgasm, his own breathing ragged. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praised softly, pressing a kiss to your trembling inner thigh.

He laid you onto the bed, letting you relax before he continued his sensual assault on your body. His fingers trailed down your body starting from your head, to your neck, then tracing and pinching your nipples, to your glistening swollen folds. Diving in and immediately playing with your throbbing clit again, causing you to jump slightly and whining escaping your throat. “Daddy, it's too much…”

Hal smirked at your protests, knowing full well you secretly loved every second of his relentless attention. He teased your sensitive clit mercilessly, circling and flicking the engorged bud until you were writhing beneath him, desperate for relief. When he finally took his thumb away you were whining at the loss of overstimulation, your clit throbbing for more and for it to stop.

Closing your eyes you took a few deep breaths, and then felt Hal folding your body in half, the tip of his engorged dick breaching your swollen folds and slowly sinking in. A shaky moan escaped your lips as Hal slowly sank into your tight heat, savoring how you clenched around him. “God, baby.” He rasped, his hips pressed against yours as he melts at the feeling of your velvety warm walls. He pulls out almost all the way before thrusting back into you.

He set a deep, powerful rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, filling you completely. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you braced yourself, his fast and relentless pace, knocking the wind out of you. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, changing the angle to allow him to drive even deeper into your tight heat.

Burying your face in his chest as he ravaged your pussy, his heavy balls smacking your skin as he thrusted with rough force. “Yeah, that's it. Take Daddy. Tell Daddy that you missed his big cock inside of you,” He husked. You could feel his signature smirk against your neck as he waited for your sweet words. “I missed your big cock, Daddy.” You cooed into his muscular chest, whining every time he grazed your g-spot.

“Yeahhh. I know.” He wolfishly grinned, his already high confidence rising even more as he heard your pathetic puppy-like whines. He wrapped his arm underneath your head, and pressed his whole body against yours, essentially trapping your folded in half body underneath him. Continuous thrusting never stopping, then you felt his cock twitch in you causing you to involuntarily clench hard around him. “Yeah? Baby? Feel good?” He condescendingly asked, already knowing the answer, moving his hips in a circle as you whimpered in response.

Bed creaking as he ravished you, the heavy rain coming to a lull. Hal’s groans fill the room, along with every hard slap of skin against skin. His thrusts slowing down and stroking your pussy agonizing leisurely, driving you insane. He stills inside of you, his cock throbbing and twitching with need, waiting for you to beg. You breathlessly whimpered against his chest and raked your nails across his back. Urging him to continue, his huge lopsided grin reappears and he continues to pound you with deep and rough movements. Your fuzzy and dazed head moving to bury yourself in his neck, and with each pass of his bulbous head against the sensitive spot you could feel another orgasm approaching.

As it crashed over you, you bit down on Hal’s shoulder to keep yourself from being too loud, Hal's hips stuttered as your teeth sank into his shoulder, the mix of pain and pleasure pushing him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself in your spasming core.

After several long moments, he collapsed next to you, both of you panting heavily as you came down from your high. Within a few moments, you heard his panting turning into loud snores. Eventually you fell asleep next to him, thinking you’ll wake up with him gone.

Waking up in Hal’s arms with confusion you look over at the alarm clock, wondering why it hasn't gone off yet — then seeing that it was almost noon, and immediately getting up out of bed. A sleepy Hal shot up, and murmured, “Baby, what are you doing?” His voice is rough with sleep. “Your alarm clock kept waking me up…” He added wearily.

“Hal! That was my alarm for college!” You sighed, continuing to get dressed, as soon as you were done. You went up to Hal in the bed, and ripped the covers off of him, and pointed to the window. “Get out, you shouldn't even be here.” As you walked to the bedroom door, begrudgingly Hal got up and started getting dressed, “Can I see—” You shut the door, leaving Hal alone in your room.

After your classes ended, you went home to pack your bags. Opening your bedroom door, content with Hal being long gone. You pulled out every sexy thing you owned and began shoving them in a suitcase. You heard your phone buzz, pulled it out of your pocket and saw Barry messaged you.

outatime88: Are you still coming honey? It's been the only thing that's keeping me stable and focused at work.

wonderrheartt is typing...

wonderrheartt: of course, baby. i can't wait to have so much fun with you.

As you landed from your flight, you were walking from the terminal and to the passenger pickup. Gasping as you suddenly felt arms wrap around you, and your face being buried in a muscular chest. Your cheeks warmed fast, colour rising before you could stop it. “You're really here, honey.” He whispered sweetly in your ear, the words sugar coated with rawness and his voice hoarse, presumably from crying.

You wrapped an arm around him and embraced his presence, the initial shock wearing off. “Hi Bear,” You smiled into his chest feeling the warmth radiating from his body. He pulled away from the hug and gazed down at you, and admired your features, the slight warmth to your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkled, how you dressed… Barry’s dimples on display and his clear glacial blue eyes and his tousled sandy blonde hair, shining in the light.

He swallowed hard and grabbed your hand grazing his fingers against the soft skin, pausing after he opened his mouth. Looking down and clearing his throat, “Do you… wanna get something to eat?” He questioned softly, his voice small and angelic and his eyes darting around before landing on yours. You grinned at his shy composure and nodded, “Yeah. That would be nice.”

Barry's face lit up with a warm smile as you agreed, his fingers intertwining gently with yours. “Great! I know this little diner nearby.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a tender caress. As you walked together, Barry kept glancing at you, drinking in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst. The way your curves swayed with each step, the glint in your eyes, the soft pout of your lips... it was all so achingly familiar yet somehow new and exciting.

Once the two of you were sitting in the diner, you made small talk, there was so much to say and so little at the same time. Barry’s cheeks were flushed as he tried to resemble some amount of control and it made him feel like a teenager all over again. He kept repeating the same words over and over, You're almost Forty, Barry.

Then you reached over and grabbed his sweaty palm — He swallowed hard and noticed his leg was vibrating, he tried to focus on his breathing to calm himself down. He sighed in relief when the waitress came around with food, setting down two plates in front of Barry and one by you. You giggled softly as you saw the amount of food that Barry ordered and stole off his plate. “I know you need to eat a lot but,” You laughed sweetly and smiled at him, “It's different when you see it in person.”

Barry’s face flushed again, feeling waves of embarrassment as he ate. Trying to avoid your teasing gaze, he nodded his head to every word that came out of your face. You noticed his nervousness and smiled at the older man, his sandy blonde tousled mane had a few white hairs throughout. A stark difference to several years ago when you had visited Barry and Iris.

Later that night, Barry decided to cook dinner for the two of you, as he quickly chopped the ingredients he continued to glance over at you, and admired every detail that was visible.

Spewing corny dad jokes left and right. “Hey, what does Ginger Baker and coffee have in common? They both suck without cream.” He forgets that you’ve already heard that one a million times.

His vinyl record playing Foreigner, and as soon as ‘Waiting For a Girl Like You’ started, he walked towards you and dragged you into the kitchen with him. Barry pulled you flush against his firm chest, one hand resting on the small of your back while the other held your hand. "I've been waiting for a girl like you," he sang softly in your ear, his voice low and intimate. "To come into my life."

His chapped lips pressed against yours, savoring the intimate moment. Barry’s hands pulling your hips flush against his, the sweet and loving embrace being interrupted by his phone ringing. He stepped away and sighed when he looked at the caller ID, glancing up at you. “It’s work, honey…”

After Barry answered the phone call, he looked down at his feet, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, honey. I gotta go…” You smiled at him, and wrapped your arms around Barry. Nuzzling into his body and kissing his neck, “I know, Barr’ It's okay.” You reluctantly let him go, watching as he disappeared.

Midnight.

Barry still wasn't home. You wondered if you should go to sleep or keep waiting for him, then you wondered if you should fall asleep on the couch? The guest room? His and Iris’s bed? You stalked up the stairs and walked through the hallway, staring into his room. The photos of Iris still hanging up, her side of the bed still made…

You shook your head, there was no way you were sleeping in that bed.

Then you came across Wally’s old room, memories flooding back as you walked in. Soft smiles on your face as you remembered the Christmas you spent here several years ago. Dick and Wally shooting each other with NERF guns… You stopped at his study desk, glancing at the textbooks he left here as if his room was frozen in time. Then you noticed the photo booth pictures the two of you took, picking them up and admiring them. Seeing the countless polaroids that Wally had taken… and all of them were you…

“Honey? Are you asleep?”

Leaving the memorabilia behind in Wally’s room, and stepped out into the hallway. “No! I was waiting for you.” You called out to Barry, finding him walking up the stairs. Planting a kiss on your forehead and scooping you up into his arms, Barry greeted you. “What are you doing awake?” He teased, grinning as he walked the two of you into his and Ir— room. “I couldn't sleep without you…” You lied, the words slipping out of your mouth easily.

Within minutes you were in Barry’s shower, getting your hair washed by the older man. Lightly scrubbing your scalp and work the expensive shampoo you had brought with you throughout the strands. Sitting in his lap on the cold and wet shower bench, your body pressed against his chest. Feeling Barry wrap his arms around you, and planting a kiss on the back of your head. “This is nice, baby…”

Wincing at the pain on your neck, Barry’s fingers tracing over the hickey that Hal left. Your cheeks started to burn, feeling embarrassed by the bruise. “Are you seeing someone else?” Barry’s questioned, his voice small and soft. You bit your lip and answered, “Hal came by…” You could tell by the silence that it stung Barry’s feelings, the idea that you weren't really his. “Barry, Hal saw me. I didn't go to him… but I came here to see you. I wanted to see you, Teddybear.” You softly reassured him, hoping that he would at least feel better about it.

He wrapped a fluffy towel around your body and dried you off, starting with your arms, then your chest. Once he was done, he helped blowdry your hair, letting you rub lotion on your body. “You don't have to do this, Barry…” You quietly protested, looking in the mirror at the older man. He looked up and smiled softly, “I know.” He responded, still brushing your hair.

Almost mindlessly, Barry looked at your pajamas and smiled, “We should get matching sets, honey.” Once he was done with your hair he walked over to the other sink and began brushing his teeth. Completely unaware of what he implied. You opened your mouth, “Barry?” You whispered, causing him to glance up at you. “I’m not sleeping in your bed.”

Barry turned towards you and furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly. The toothbrush still in his mouth, he leaned over the sink and spat out the toothpaste. “Why, baby?” You got his attention by pointing at the picture frames of Iris hanging up, he nodded his head silently.

“I can't replace your wife, Barry.” You murmured, eyes darting everywhere except his face. He sighed and placed his toothbrush down, before disappearing in front of you again. You were standing in the bathroom, gazing at your reflection and wondering why you even agreed to this, and then the next second you were on Barry’s bed. Then the next you were naked underneath Barry, his lips on yours as he cradled your face with his hands. “There. She’s gone.”

Barry gazed down at you with lust-darkened eyes, He trailed reverent fingers along your jawline and down the column of your throat, marveling at the smoothness of your skin. “Shhh, don't think so much, honey,” he murmured huskily.

“Just feel… feel how perfect we are together.” Barry captured your lips in a harsh kiss, pouring all his pent-up longing and desire into it. His tongue delved deep, tangling with yours sensually. He began trailing open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone, occasionally grazing his teeth over your racing pulse.

His hands slid around to cup and squeeze the weight of your breasts, thumbs circling your stiffening nipples. “So perfect… Swear you were made for me.” He rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly until they pebbled under his touch. Barry dipped his head to capture one rosy peak between his lips, suckling greedily while his hand continued its sensual assault on the other breast. He licked and nibbled, reveling in the little mewls of pleasure spilling from your lips.

Within seconds his face was buried in your thighs, lapping away at your cunt, swallowing your arousal like he was a man dying of thirst. His tongue flicking against your clit, his hands pulling apart your legs so he can get every inch. Your hands gripping his damp blonde hair, soft moans spilling out of your mouth as he sucks on your twitching bud. His hot breath on your glistening folds slowly disappears, as you look up you see him wiping off his face.

Grabbing a condom out of his nightstand and ripping open the package, spreading it along his large length. Your legs around his waist as he breaches your dripping pussy, slowly pushing his bulbous head in. He gasps as he feels how tight you are, soft whimpers escaping his throat, “Oh my god, honey…” He moaned, his cock stilling inside of you.

“It's-It’s too much, baby.” Barry whimpered, immediately pulling out and thrusting back in. Your walls stretch as you try and accommodate his size, failing when Barry starts thrusting roughly. “Barry!” You gasped as he started pounding hastily, his arms spread out caging your body underneath him. His heavy balls smacking against your skin as he thrusted his hips, his cock sliding in and out easily. “Fuck— Honey can I cum in you?” Barry exhaled harshly, his eyes closed shut and his mouth agape. “Fuck I wanna fill you up with cum.” Between every word is a soft grunt as he thrusts. Your legs hooked around his waist, and arms around his neck, soft moans escaping your lips.

Barry softly smiled, showing off his dimples. “Get you pregnant… fuck— I wanna baby.” He whined, you couldn't decide if it was for you or for him. His lips parted and his eyebrows twitched as his hips snapped against yours. “Honey…” Barry sharply whined, his voice high pitched and needy. “I wanna have a baby…” He abruptly gasped and stopped, pulling out until just his tip was inside. Whining uncontrollably before pushing back in, bottoming out and whimpering, “Can I? Please? Please, please let me breed you.”

Barry touched his forehead against yours and rocked his hips slowly, whining every time you clenched around him. “Fuck, just let me slip it off…” Holding himself up with one hand, Barry kneaded your breast, caressing your nipple and pinching it. Whimpers escaping your mouth, silenced by Barry kissing you sloppily. Tongues gliding together, as his cock dragged slowly back and forth out of your slick walls. Then you felt him vibrate his cock inside of you, clenching your walls hard around him and loudly moaning. Barry pulled away from your lips, and copied your loud moans, biting his chapped lips. “You’d be so perfect— The perfect mommy…” He whined, picking up the pace again. His balls slap against your hips roughly. “Let me show everyone that you're mine.”

Your face tucked into his neck and arms wrapped around his shoulder, he takes you with his hips snapping against you, the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, soft moans and Barry’s filthy words filling the room. “I’d take real good care of you baby, you’d be my wife.” He rambled, cooing as his eyebrows raised. “I’d marry you.” He purred in your ear, “Fuck— you’d look so pretty in a wedding dress.” Rolling his hips in circles, thrusting with animalistic desperation. His pathetic whines, his loud moans, and the desperate need to breed you causing your cheeks to burn. Biting his lip and vibrating his cock inside of you. “Please be my wife—” Barry gasps, and starts to roughly pound you again, “I need you, baby.”

His thumb finds your clit rubbing it in circles, vibrating it and listening to your noises. A soft breathy whisper comes out of your lips, “Okay…” Feeling fire pooling in your abdomen, your heart racing, your clit throbbing from his vibrating thumb. “Okay, Barry—” A sharp gasp from his bulbous head brushing against your g-spot. “You can cum in me…”

Those words slipped out of your mouth, causing Barry to open his eyes and look at you, a joyful expression and his cheeks flushed on his face. “Really?” You nodded, looking back at him, stroking his blonde hair. “Oh my god, oh my god..” One second you're on your back, the next you're on your stomach, being propped up and Barry is drilling his cock inside of you. “Fuck! Feels so much—” Barry groaned loudly, his large hands gripping your hips tightly and his balls slapping against your clit. “Yeah, fuck. I’m gonna fill you up.”

The overall sensation is too much, between his vibrating cock, the feeling of his flesh slapping your bud and his filthy words, your orgasm quickly washed over you. Barry whimpered, his hips slamming against yours as you clench down on him, spilling warm ropes of cum deep inside of you. “Fuuuccckk—” He moaned loudly, pressing you down into the bed.

Eyes blinking, the light shining into the room, the smell of bacon flowing throughout the house. Drool on the pillow, stickiness between your thighs, the side next to you is empty. Clothes are still thrown across the room, and your body is bare. You get up out of the bed, and look around the room, all of the pictures of Iris are gone. Your pussy is sore and swollen from the several orgasms that Barry and you had. You grabbed a fluffy robe that had Barry’s name embroidered, and wrapped it around you.

As you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, Barry's head popped up and immediately smiled at your presence. Dimples and his toothy grin, his cheeks flushed and his hair slightly messy. “Honey, you're awake.” Barry cooed, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug. Stroking your head and whispering into your ear, “Last night… Was amazing, sweetheart.”

Stepping away from you, and holding your cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles. “I gotta go to work…” Barry murmured, the reluctance evident in his tone. He quickly made you a plate, and sat it down on the table, having you sit down in front of it. He brought you over a small cup of coffee and quietly murmured, “Gotta stay away from so much caffeine now honey…”

How do you bring up that you were going to get emergency contraception to a man who desperately wanted a baby?

As he was getting ready for work, he kept looking over at you. His cheeks flushed and the tip of his ears reddened. He nervously called your name, and rubbed the back of his head with his palm. “Can I use you again?” He shyly questioned, his cheeks burning hotter. Nervously chewing on your lip as you processed his request, wondering if now is a good time to tell him. “Please, it’ll be so fast and I just wanna make sure that it's going to stick…” He rambled, looking away from you. “I just wanna make sure our baby is gonna be on the way.”

As soon as you nodded and softly answered him, he sped towards you, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. Then within milliseconds, you were on your back on the couch, robe lying on the floor and Barry’s fingers vibrating on your clit. Then you felt your orgasm crashing over, for mere seconds. The rippling of waves throughout your body, and the sheer pleasure over.

His belt on the floor and his throbbing shaft was inside you, thrusting deep inside as he held you down on the couch. Seconds go by and you were needy, filled to the brim with cum, and left lying there on Barry’s couch. “I gotta go, honey.” Barry cooed, his belt already buckled. His briefcase in his hand. He kissed your soft lips once again, and was gone in milliseconds.

Leaving you alone in his house and to deal with the cum dripping down your thighs.

You decided to run a long hot bath, soaking the aching muscles and your throbbing clit. Sighing peacefully in the bath, lounging for what seemed like forever. Checking your phone for any messages, seeing that once again Hal had left you a bunch of messages.

DangerZone86: Can I come see you baby?

DangerZone86: I miss you.

DangerZone86: Miss having fun with you. I’d do it more often…

DangerZone86: [Open Photo]

DangerZone86: That's for you, babygirl. Miss your sweet mouth around it.

Your mouth watered at the selfie of him…

Him in his tight dad jeans, with a little rip where the head of his cock is, it's just peaking out and saying hi and to swirl your tongue around it... His chestnut brown happy trail peaking out at the top scattering across his toned abs.

DangerZone86: Wanna go on a road trip? Wouldn't that be fun?

DangerZone86: Just you and me…

DangerZone86: Wanna do something for Valentine’s?

You rolled your eyes, knowing him — He’d make you pay. Plus, this was Barry’s week, he needed your attention more than Hal does.

wonderrheartt: I’m with Barry.

Clicking your phone off and trying to relax in the colder bath. Slightly content with the fact that Hal missed you, or so he portrayed. The weight of Barry’s need for a replacement family is still on your shoulders, should you just get an abortion? Get emergency contraceptive? Get on birth control and have him believe you're infertile?

The day bleeds into the night, Barry is still gone at work and Hal hasn't messaged you since. You had some beauty supplies and Plan B delivered, and now hoped that it wasn't too late to take it.

Barry came home eventually and flushed when he saw you, immediately enamored with your presence. Then the cycle repeated itself — Dinner, Barry runs off, late night, shower together, and then wake up to Barry cooking breakfast and then he’s off to work once again.

How did Barry ever expect to have a family, a job, and his secret identity as the Flash?

The afternoon came crawling by, after window shopping and doom scrolling you heard the doorknob rattle. Expecting Barry to come through the door but finding Hal in his place.

“Hal? What are you doing here?”

Hal strolls into Barry’s house like he owned the place, a cocky grin plastered across his ruggedly handsome face. His honey brown eyes trailing up and down your body, smirking as he walked right in front of you. “Baby.” He acknowledged you, and looked around seeing that all of the photos of Iris were gone, and then glancing back at you. “Lemme guess… Barry is wrapped around your finger?”

The silence confirmed all he needed to know, licking his chapped lips and nodding. “Is he trying to replace her with you?” He sighed, the question was already answered. He knew how bad his friend could get, Hal knew how much Barry loved Iris and how he hated to be alone. “Is this something that you want?” Hal’s eyebrows raised, his hands in his pockets, his eyes staring into yours.

Chewing on your lip, thinking about what he meant. You knew your father wouldn't approve, that Barry needed to move on first, that you wanted to finish college… You started to shake your head, marriage was not on the table for you.

Hal sat next to you stroking your head. “Just wanted to cheer him up.” You shrugged, falling into Hal’s embrace. Hearing him chuckle softly, and the feeling of his warmth against your skin. “Yeah… Barry’s a little bit of a… hopeless romantic.” Hal sighed, his calloused hand resting, pressing his lips against your head and leaving a soft kiss. The silence was palpable, and Hal’s comforting demeanor helped calm your nerves.

After a long silence and Hal stroking your head, he licked his lips and shrugged, “I know someone that'll be good for him.” You glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowed and curiosity creeping in. “What about this?” You gestured to the position you two were in, causing Hal to smile softly.

“What do you wanna do about it?”

Sweat dripping onto your flushed skin, the beads cascading down your body, curving around the flesh of your breast. Hair matted against flesh, the sound of the bed creaking filling the room. The side of your body pressed into the cotton sheets of Barry’s bed — his hips rolling into yours, his cock dragging agonizingly slow. Hal and Barry’s mixed cum being pushed further and further into your cunt. “Fuuccckk.” Hal groaned in your ear, dragging out the word. Cum leaking out of you and onto the already stained sheets — your soft moans and pants join him.

Then the words slip out of his mouth, “Fuck, I missed this…”

The words bounce around in your head along with the messages you read across the screen from him, ‘I miss you’ — did Hal actually miss you?

Thinking about the implications of Hal’s words, lost in thought while Hal pounded his hips, his grunts bouncing off of your ears. You weren't paying attention and didn't realize that he finished, just lying there lost in your head.

God, Hal and Barry. They both wanted you. Barry wanted a wife. Hal wanted… fun? That was to be determined. Could you really see yourself with either of them? Hal and Barry were pushing forty, sure Hal didn't have nephews or nieces your age so it was less weird — Barry had Wally, Wally was your age, you were friends after all. You sat in both of their laps when you were growing up, you were practically the Justice League's baby — well, that's pushing it.

You couldn't actually see yourself with Uncle Hal and Uncle Barry could you? Sure they weren't your actual blood, and they weren't best friends or even that close with your dad… But, Wally and Roy… that's what they called them. It’d be dissolving so many lines if you dated either of them. Sure, Barry had his speed so he was kind of a sex toy, he had a stable job and he was insanely sweet… but Wally also has those qualities. Hal… he didn't have a stable income, he constantly reunites with his ex’s, and he was great in bed — but, you could find someone who's great in bed. Yet, would they still be Hal?

Sure, Barry was big, and thick… his blonde pubic hair was trimmed and his cock slightly leaned to the left… and it could vibrate…

The sound of Hal’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, and you glanced over to see Barry standing in the doorway. “Barry! Dropped by to see you.” Hal shamelessly grinned, his hands behind his head. Barry’s eyes bounced in between the two of you, and the implication between his sheets. “I know someone who’s perfect for you, buddy.” Hal’s pearly teeth shined, his signature smile on display, and his tousled chestnut brown hair adding to his charm. Despite being the fastest man alive, Barry looked almost frozen in the doorway. A bouquet of red roses in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

“I… She… She’s perfect for me, Hal.” Barry stammered, pointing at you — His expression mirroring the one during that video call, without the bloodshot eyes. “I want her…” Barry’s voice sounded soft and heartbroken. You sat up slowly making your way out of the bed before Hal pulled you into his warm body. “C’mon! You got divorced, get out on the playing field!”

Somewhere in between Barry’s heartbreak and Hal’s somewhat betrayal and being Barry’s wingman — the two men made their way back to pleasing you together.

Barry’s tongue vibrates on your clit, and Hal’s prodding at your tight muscle. Your fingers twisted in their hair as they feast — their heads bumping into each other. Your eyes closed shut as you surrendered to the pleasure, hearing their grunts and your essence sloshing around. Then they stopped momentarily, opening your eyes and glancing down at them. Your fingers untwisted from their heads, lying your palms flat on the bed and pushing yourself up.

Seeing them stare into each other's eyes. Hal broke first, his tongue moving away from your glistening hole. He grabbed the back of Barry’s head — “Hal?” Barry confused and staring at the brown eyed man, his eyes widened when Hal pressed his lips against Barry’s.

For a moment, Barry freezes, caught off guard by the bold move from his best friend — as Hal's lips press more insistently against his, Barry feels a spark ignite deep within him. His body responds instinctively, leaning into the kiss even as his rational mind struggles to process what's happening. Barry's hands come up to grip Hal's shoulders, steadying himself as he returns the passionate embrace. Their tongues dance together, tasting the lingering sweetness of your arousal mingled with the unique flavors of each other.

Your breath hitched as you watched the two men passionately make out with each other, swallowing hard as you felt your nipples harden into stiff peaks and your heart racing at the erotic sight. Sitting up fully you watch them, Hal pushing Barry on the bed crawling on top of him. Barry’s moans were swallowed by Hal’s mouth, his cheeks flushed as he felt Hal’s hard bulge against his thigh.

Barry felt emboldened by Hal’s erection, flipping them over and pressing Hal’s back into the mattress. Barry’s hands held Hal’s arms down, refusing to let Hal take control again. Your fingers snaked down to your dripping core, circling your fingertips around your throbbing bud. Barry's hips rocked forward involuntarily, grinding his straining erection against Hal's. The friction sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, making him moan into the heated kiss. Barry breaks the kiss to trail his lips along Hal's jawline and down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Hal groans deeply as Barry grinds against him, his massive cock twitching and leaking precum.

Hal glanced over and grinned as he saw you playing with yourself at the sight of them, taking control once again and pushing Barry into the mattress. “Look, Barr’ she's so needy.” Hal whispered condescendingly, his pearly whites back on display. Barry panted as he gazed at your form, his cheeks flushed and blonde hair messy. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he watches you, and grinds against Hal’s cock. “Wanna keep putting on a show?” Hal taunted.

Your needy whimpers and the slick sounds of your fingers stroking your aching clit sends fresh waves of arousal crashing through him. “Mmm yeah, let's give her a real good show,” Barry purrs, his voice husky with want. He captures Hal's lips in another searing kiss before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his chest, leaving a path of love bites in his wake. Barry flipped them over again, and pressed down Hal against the mattress. His hand wrapping around Hal’s throbbing member, pumping it agonizingly slow — Hal inhaled sharply as Barry grabbed his cock, closing his eyes shut.

Barry's hand starts to move faster, twisting and squeezing as he strokes Hal's impressive length. Leaning down, Barry drags his tongue along the underside of Hal's shaft from base to tip, swirling around the leaking head and savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum. Hal bucks his hips, fucking into the tight channel of Barry's fist as he chases more of that incredible friction. “Shit, just like that, Barr’.” Hal grunts, tangling his fingers in Barry's blonde hair to guide his movements. Taking Hal’s twitching cock in his mouth, sucking on it greedily. The wet sounds of Barry's mouth working over his cock mingle obscenely with your own needy noises. “Fuck, Barr’,” Hal gutterally moaned, thrusting deeper into Barry's eager mouth, reveling in the way those pretty lips stretch around his thick girth.

Barry moans around Hal's thick cock, sending delicious vibrations through the rigid flesh. He bobs his head eagerly, taking Hal deeper into his mouth with each downward motion. Saliva drips down his chin as he slurps and sucks enthusiastically, determined to bring Hal to his climax. He vibrates his tongue, causing Hal to buck his hips into Barry’s mouth. “Fuck, Barry!” He loudly moaned, rolling his eyes back as his orgasm quickly approached — coating Barry’s tongue with his cum, panting as he came down from his intense and fast orgasm.

Barry pulled off with a pop, and gagged unexpectedly, “God— What the hell do you eat, Hal?” Disappearing and coming back with a glass of water in his hand, trying to wash the taste of Hal’s cum in his mouth. Barry glanced over at you, still struggling to be pushed over the edge — your fingers still circling around your aching clit. He leans over and gently moves your hand out of the way, and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit — vibrating it and rubbing in slight circles. The intense pleasure washing over you, your hips buckling and your abs clenching. Then it came hard, you moaned loudly, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Whimpering and closing your thighs as your orgasm washed over you. The two men hungrily watched as you jerked and cried out from the overstimulation. Hal’s eyebrow raised and a noticeable grin appeared on his face, “God she cums cute.”

Barry pulled you into his lap, gently rubbing his hand over your arm and pressing soft kisses against your temple. “Yeah, baby. You did so good.” He softly praised — Hal stroked your hair, shushing you and whispering in your ear, “Yeah, that's a good girl. Came so much for your daddies.” Burying your head in Barry’s neck, sniffling as the overstimulation subsided. Barry gently laid you up against the plush pillows, and quickly disappeared, reappearing with another glass of water for you. He brought it to your lips, letting you drink slowly.

Stomach pressed into the stained cotton sheets, your hips in the air and his tongue lapping at your essence. His warm breath from his moans causes a contrast with your arousal. Hal grins devilishly as he hears your needy cries, the vibrations from his moans tickling your sensitive flesh. Your lips around Barry’s cock, sucking on the thick shaft greedily. Barry's eyes roll back in bliss as you moan around his aching cock — Barry glances down at you, his face etched with lust and adoration. The picture before him — your ass high in the air, face flushed with pleasure as you service him. He starts thrusting shallowly, fucking your face with short and quick strokes.

Hal circled your entrance teasingly before slowly pushing two long digits inside you — Hal started pumping his fingers in and out stretching you out slowly. Meanwhile, Barry was losing himself in the wet heat of your mouth, his soft moans becoming more and more lewd — spilling his hot seed directly in your mouth. Swallowing it all and pulling off of his cock with a loud pop.

Barry pulls you onto his lap, holding you flush against his chest, “Did so good…” He murmured softly in your ear. Hal pulled away from your reddened cheeks, kneading the flesh with his large calloused hands. Barry left peppering soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he whispered words of praise. “Such a good girl for us,” he cooed.

Barry moaned abruptly — Hal’s fingers fondling his balls, getting him ready again. “Fuck, Hal… Coulda warned me.” Barry groaned, his eyes rolling back as Hal’s other hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Turning his head, he captured your lips, passionately and messily kissing you. Barry gasps and shudders as Hal's skilled hands work over his sensitive flesh, trying to coax him back to full hardness. “Sneaky bastard,” Barry mumbled against your lips, his hips rocking involuntarily into Hal's firm grip. Barry moans into the messy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he loses himself.

Once Barry is fully hardened again, you gasped as you felt the bulbous tip of his erection pressing against your entrance. Hal helping the two of you, his hands on your hips as he glides you down Barry’s shaft getting you fully situated before he presses his cock against your entrance as well. The multiple orgasms and the copious amount of arousal dripping down their shafts, Hal slowly guides in your tight walls barely letting him in.

Hal grunted as he pushed forward, breaching your tight entrance inch by excruciating inch. The dual stretch of both their cocks had you clenching around them. Panting as your walls tried to accommodate them both. Hal paused, giving you a moment to adjust from intense fullness before he began to move. Slowly at first, setting a shallow pace, wanting Barry to match his pace before going faster. Barry's hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts up into your tight heat, matching Hal's deep, rolling rhythm. Their fingers touching each other’s. The dual stimulation of both their thick cocks stretching you is almost too much to bear.

“Doing so good, babygirl.” Hal panted, glancing into Barry’s eyes. Barry was stroking your head cooing in your ear, telling you how good you felt and how you were doing amazing for them. Barry shivered, and moaned as he felt Hal’s fingers grab his balls again. Vibrating at the intense pleasure, causing the two of you to moan loudly. “Fuck, Daddy!” You cried, the intense stimulation and the feeling of Barry’s cock vibrating — at the same time, Hal grunted loudly rolling his eyes into the back of his head and bit his lip. “Fuck Barr’!”

Hal’s fingers rolled and massaged Barry’s heavy balls, coaxing an orgasm out of him causing Barry to continually vibrate. The two men snapping their hips together, rubbing themselves against each other. Your orgasm quickly approached from the stimulation from Barry, and from their cocks inside of you. The obscene sound of your arousal coating their shafts and them pumping in and out of your drenched hole filled the room, along with the creaking of the mattress.

You felt a warm, static sensation and the intense burn at the bottom of your feet. Desperately whining into Barry’s chest as you began clenching hard around them, fire pooling in your lower abdomen. As you finally came down from your intense orgasm, you laid limp against Barry's chest. Hal quickly followed, filling you up with cum, spilling it all over Barry’s cock.

Barry lazily thrusted in and out of you, holding you against his chest and a half-asleep Hal in his arms. “Fuck, did so good for me, baby.” Barry moaned, grabbing your hips with his free hand and pulled you down flush against his hips. He spilled cum inside of you, falling down his cock and all over his cotton sheets.

The three of you laid limp together on Barry’s bed, half-asleep from your multiple orgasms and the comfort of each other.