#anhelare

“Di—unngh!”

You were slobbering into the pillows, hair all static from the friction his thrusts created against the fabric.

Nightwing, otherwise known as Dick Grayson, had his girlfriend sprawled on the couch, face down, and head smushed to the side of the velvet cushion.

“Yeah, I fucking knew you’d like this shit—hah— saw it in a -shit- porno, knew it was s-ugh- hot.”

His voice was panting and raspy, occasionally broken up by pants, one arm grasping their wrists behind their back. His skin was getting irritated from being clawed at every other day! -wether or not that’s his fault is a different question.

“S—s’too—m—!” You panted out, wrists and hands flexing as his hips constantly pounded into your pussy.

You were cut off by a cool finger pad that quickly slid between your legs, rubbing circles against your clit, and his red tip kissing your cervix with an intensity nobody else could replicate.

“Too much? He laughs with a breath, you could feel him grinning from behind you, his teeth scraping up your nape to the bottom of your hairline. He lets go of your wrists, wrapping his arm around your neck, now drooling onto his forearm, eyes rolling back with the delirious sensation of asphyxiation.

The drag of his thick head against your walls had you clawing at the pillows for dear life, back arching as he rutted into you, angling himself to make sure you felt every. Single. Inch.

His hand moved from your clit to your lower stomach, pushing down against your skin as you cried out, fucked stupid, offically gone. The creamy sound of his dick against your sweet, sweet walls was too much, as you let out a final cry.

“Dick- m- m’cumm—!”

He groans, and moments laters, pulls out, spilling all over your ass.

“Good shit.” He sighs, head thrown back, and covered in sweat. He looked so good you were almost ready for round two. Almost.

He pats your ass with a delirious grin. Most definitely pussy drunk, collapsing forward on you entirely.

“I think we need to do more tests like this.”