#gummygrayson

“you’re gonna make her tap out bruce,” clarks soft voice cuts through the steady ah, ah, ah’s that spill from your swollen lips, a warm thumb moving to gently wipe the drool that’s leaking. the man behind you only scoffs at his friends reprimand, purposefully driving his cock deeper just to spite the man.

“she’s not gonna tap out kent.” bruce mutters, the billionaire’s tone smug “she can take it. she said it herself didn’t you sweetheart? said you could,” his big hand flattens against your lower belly, gripping your skin as he holds you tight against him “take it easy huh? that it would be a walk in the park?”

you can’t think, let alone speak. so you settle on the easiest option and nod jerkily.

“good girl.” bruce croons and he’s quick to reward you with a slow roll of his hips, cursing as your pussy gets unbelievably tight.

shaking his head clark snorts “you’re terrible wayne. poor girl can’t even think straight.” clark muses, his words directed to his friend. it was a sight seeing a spitfire like yourself all quiet and pliant. not to mention he couldn’t exactly deny how absolutely breathtaking you were. soft tits swaying each time bruce ruts into you, skin flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. the way your cunt was swallowing bruce—

the super man leans forward on his knees, your back arching almost immediately at the firm pressure he begins to apply to your throbbing clit, rubbing in a tight circle.

“nnuh..”

“bruce is so mean huh sweetheart? been mean all night with you.” clark murmurs, holding your hazy gaze.

“stretching you on his big cock—can’t even let you breathe huh?” the man hums—lips curving into a gentle smile when he feels you buck. you can’t help but shut your eyes, the mind numbing pleasure of bruce’s cock fucking into you and the sweet touch from clark has your brain melting. it’s too much yet not enough at once, your body on the brink of nothing but sheer pleasure.

“why don’t you cum for us baby,” clark coo’s, sliding his middle fingers lower and gently spreading your folds “cum for us and then i’ll fuck you nice and slow.” his words are a syrupy promise—preparing you for whats to cum come.

“think she likes that idea kent,” bruce mutters, his other hand sliding to grip your tit for support. he’s close too, breathing harshly against your neck and shoulder. balls tight and ready to spill although he’s patient enough to wait for you.

one particular snap of his hips pushes you over the edge and your lips part in a choked gasp as you cum hard. bright spots behind your lids and body trembling in his firm hold. the beefy man behind you follows a few steps later, spilling into your pussy with a hiss.

“messy.” clark comments to himself when bruce finally pulls out and he begins to feel the mans cum drip from your cunt. you whine and squirm when clark slowly begins to fuck bruce’s cum back into you—even bruce pauses for a second. chests heaving and that familiar fire starting back in his stomach.

clark, ever the gentleman though allows you to get your bearings for the most part (despite the slow fingering). letting you come back to earth and the tingles to subside, leaving you in a state of bliss and relaxation. and then he’s maneuvering you into his lap, letting your head rest against his shoulder while he tugs his boxers down just enough to free his own neglected cock.

“ready sweet thing?” the journalist gently slaps his cock against your sticky folds, chuckling when you writhe. he waits for you to say yes before he does finally sink into you with a obscene squelch cause your pussy is so full of cum already.

“so warm.” one of clarks hands go behind your head, holding you close while he slowly begins to rock into you from beneath. it’s absolutely filthy really but clark seems to enjoy it. the way you claw at his shoulders and how you babble about just how deep he is. the faintest outline of his cock visible through your tummy.

even bruce couldn’t help but to watch with intensity—stroking his cock to match the pace clark set while he keeps his eyes trained on where you two are connected. every so often he’d thumb the leaky slit as his semen gushed out of you and down clarks cock.

it doesn’t take very long for you reach your third orgasm of the night (the first had come when bruce and clark had both taken turns eating your pussy until you were close to sobbing), biting onto clarks shoulder to muffle yourself. the action of you cumming sends clark right there behind you, his grip tightening just a little as he cums inside you just as bruce had.

the room grows silent while you each catch your breath (and bruce cleans the cum from his fingers because yes, that was hot) , clark easily pulling you off his cock and turning you around like you weighed nothing.

“think you can handle a little more y/n?” a soft kiss pressed behind your ear as clark situates your jellified legs over his own thighs, spreading you wide open and facing bruce.

“y-yeah.” your voice is shaky but there’s a underlying firmness to it. you wanted this—wanted more of them.

the two men exchange glances, bruce moving between your legs—cock bobbing.

“think you can take us both?” the billionaire murmurs with a questioning head cock.

“at—”

“the same time.” clark supplies warmly, his cock already growing harder against your back.

did you want that? to have your cunt absolutely owned by your two closest friends who you had sorta been pining over for years now?

“yeah,” you lick your lips and spread yourself even wider “i can take it.”

both men look almost surprised and you feel smug for just a fleeting moment. they didn’t think you’d tap out now did they?

-

uhh..yeah.

your boyfriend was a photographer. you knew that—hell his name was neatly printed beneath every photo of spiderman in the daily bugle papers every single sunday. he was good at his work, too good sometimes according to a few of his coworkers because how could some rookie photographer get such clear photos of the hero. something you found funny because if only they knew.

so when he showed up at your apartment with the sleek camera you got him for your birthday in hand you weren’t surprised. even less when he asked to take a photo—or a few depending because he’d really like to break it in. make sure the settings were right or something like that. and of course you said yes—how could you not when he was looking at you like that? all sweet and hopeful.

and all was good for a while, he snapped a few different candid photos and adjusted the settings until he was happy with them. muttering to himself as he took them “so pretty baby, smile a little bigger hm..?”

it wasn’t until he asked a different question did you gather what his actual intentions had been. his lips quirked in the corners as he watched you double take, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“w-what?”

“can i take a video of your pussy? just—for my eyes of course. i just want to make sure the video feature works good too.” he answered easily, like he had just mentioned the weather or something normal.

and that stupid, pretty face of his definitely works in his favor.

“that’s it baby..squeeze her a little.” peters mutters, voice a tad rough and you really wish you could see his face. especially since he had you all sprawled out for his viewing pleasure. your face in the fluffy pillows, hips lifted and back arched.

you find yourself following his directions nonetheless, clenching your pussy around his cock as tightly as you can.

“ah..good..s’good baby.” peter pants out, keeping the cam trained on where you’re both connected. on the way your pussy splits around his cock. the video is a tad grainy—no amount of tampering could fix that but peter couldn’t deny how absolutely hot it was. filming his girl all stuffed with his cock like some eighties porno? yeah, that’s what life had to be about.

“move sweetheart,” the man shifts on his knees, nudging your legs wider “use my cock.”

it takes you a moment to gather yourself before you slowly start to move, rocking your hips in a tentative way. your boyfriend breathes heavily behind you, unable to tear his gaze away from the camera that’s directed to your sweetest parts. your pussy swallowing him with a smoothness that should be illegal, slowing when just the tip was in before sucking him right back.

“sexiest thing i’ve seen in my whole life baby,” your boyfriends words are so so earnest “so fucking good for me.”

you’re not sure at some point how long he’s had you on him—let alone how much battery life that damn camera has. your eyes are glossed with unshed tears because you haven’t been able to cum—thighs burning so badly that you can only pathetically grind against him.

“gettin tired already baby?” peters hand moves over your tit, rolling your nipple gently between his thumb and pointer.

“y-yes.” you’re honest, quick to jut your lip out because whining always wins when it comes to him “n-need you to fuck me please pete..”

“awe c’mon sweet thing i’ve barely worn you out.” peter looks away from the camera just to flash you his teeth, lips curled back into a sly smile because you both know he’s lying.

“work for it honey..then i promise i’ll fuck you real good.”

dick was starving. the moment he had climbed his way into your apartment he was on you, hot mouth against yours while his big hands roamed every soft crevice of your skin. he missed you. hell, he thought he was close to losing it being away for so long but that was the job. didn’t mean he couldn’t miss you like crazy though.

“god,” the man barely breaks away for air, walking you backwards towards your messy bed “needed this..needed you baby.”

“hell, wals kept,” his fingers find the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head with gentleness “bitching at me. ‘stop talkin bout your girl grayson’—how could i? missed you so fucking much..kept thinking bout your pretty face.” dick breathes, grabby hands already moving to knead at your tits. the weight of them in his palms sends a soft shudder down his spine, you’re so soft and plush.

“had to fuck my hand one night cause it was so unbearable.” he huffs, pointer and thumb pinching your hardening peaks. you were already breathing hard, brows pinched together tight in that cute little expression he loved.

“d’you miss me too sweetheart? tell me the truth..” his hands wander further, fingers hooking into the hem of your sleep shorts and pulling. the warm fabric slowly sliding over your ass and down your calves.

“i—of course i did gray.” you murmur, squeaking softly when he pushes you down onto your back.

grinning boyishly the acrobat hums, mouth meeting the soft flesh of your tummy “promise?”

gasping out softly your back arches, fingers threading into his soft hair although you don’t tug or pull. his mouth is soft against your skin, biting and sucking every piece of flesh they brush. marking you just the way he likes.

“say it,” dick mutters, mouthing slowly over your panties “tell me you promise baby..” dick isn’t typically a whiner in bed but he can’t help the way his voice pitches higher and his fingers grip your thighs because he fuck did he need every part of you. it was like his brain was on autopilot. thinking solely of you, you, you.

you can feel the way his tongue traces the cotton of your underwear, saliva seeping into the fabric as he slowly teases you oh so close to where you really want him.

“p-promise,” you breathe, wiggling your hips a bit “promise i missed you gray..” the honesty in your sweet voice makes him groan and his cock twitch. the fact you missed him just as much sending nothing but pure serotonin to his brain and blood to his cock.

“good..” sliding his hands over the sides of your thighs dick tugs them upwards slightly, hot breath fanning the damp spot he had been licking. your pussy aching for attention, slowly but surely dampening your panties as well.

“so many things i wanna do baby.” dick mutters as he places a kiss to pussy lips over the underwear, humming against the puffy flesh.

“wanna start by eating this pussy..know she missed me.” dick mumbles, fingers hooking the waistband of your panties “lift up.”

you oblige, raising your hips just enough to let him pull the dampening fabric off and down your legs. and you find a warm heat settling over your skin— the urge to close up from shyness strong although you don’t make it far. warm, callused hands part your legs—opening you wide for his eyes. a noise of appreciation rumbling from his chest as he watches your pussy drool and clench around nothing.

“prettiest pussy..” dick mumbles reverently, his mouth on you before you have time to dwell on his compliment. he’s slow at first, like he’s taking his time to savor the taste he ached so long for.

he’s breathing raggedly against your flesh, tongue lapping languidly. side to side, up and down and then slow circles around your clit— rinsing and repeating until he’s light-headed, (lost in the sauce) drowning in your pussy.

“mm..” a thick finger traces your entrance, dipping in just enough to make you gasp before pulling back.

“d’you want it?” the question is mumbled against your pussy, his heavy gaze flitting on your face—waiting patiently for your response.

your fingers spread against the bedsheets, hips rocking slowly against his face “y-yes..want it bad..”

that’s all he needs to hear, sinking two fingers into your cunt with ease—his mouth covering your clit once more.

“nn..” your eyes fluttered closed, lips parting just enough to let the soft moans of pleasure fall. his fingers work diligently, scissoring you open for something better—something bigger.

“really missed you.” he exhales. pulling back just enough to let a glob of warm spit drip onto your pussy, sliding right between your folds and mixing with his other saliva and your own juices. it’s filthy—and god does it make his blood hotter. licking his lips dick moves slightly, his face suddenly hovering yours—fingers still working avidly.

“…” licking his lips dick cranes his head down, nudging his nose against yours like he isn’t knuckle deep in your cunt—pushing you toward higher up the coaster toward your first climax.

“love you..” dick murmurs, all saccharine and low before stealing the air from your lungs with a messy kiss. the taste of your pussy on his tongue that invades your mouth, swallowing up your cries and moans as his fingers steadily move. and you’re already so close, your orgasm practically on the tip of your tongue.

dick pulls back just enough “m’come for me..come on my fingers baby..can feel you squeezing so tight..you’re so close aren’t you.?”

nodding wordlessly your eyes close shut, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. that spring wound tight, ready to snap with just the right amount of pressure.

“come then baby..please..i need it.” he breathes. almost pleading.

then his thumb mets your clit, rubbing in firm circles—juices from your cunt leaking down his fingers and your ass.

“dick—” your nails dig into the fabric of his tee, back arching and toes curling. that thin line snaps—shockwaves rippling through your body as you finally cum.

dicks eyes stay glued to your face, watching every little expression closely while he eases your through the waves of pleasure. and only when the trembles subside and your hands slowly fall from his shoulders does he remove his fingers from your cunt.

pressing his lips to yours again dick groans, damp fingers brushing your aching clit causing you to jerk.

“dick—"

“shh..m’not going to finger you anymore..” the acrobat promises, warm hand skirting up your side and palming your tit for a moment.

“then..?”

“i want to fuck you.” a little smile gets sent your way before he’s moving to hover you completely.

“need to be inside you.” he adds, pressing his hips against you. letting you feel just how badly he wanted you, the outline of his cock hard beneath the fabric of his jeans. it made your pussy achy all over again.

so you nod as you meet his gaze. you needed it too.

those words are enough for dick, hands undoing his jeans and shoving them down with his boxers in one go while you fumble to take his shirt off. when he’s stripped down he settles back above you, one hand on the side of your head—the other gripping the base of his cock and rubbing it against your slit.

biting his inner cheek dick slow presses in, a groan of satisfaction leaving as he sinks into your warm heat. the second he bottoms out dick holds still, his other hand falling beside your head. shoulders shaking as he tries to hold back from thrusting or worse cumming prematurely. and you’re no help either, walls clamping down around his thickness. greedily trying to suck him deeper.

“god..” claiming your lips to keep his head from spinning off his shoulders dick slowly pulls out before sinking back in with a shaky sigh.

“feels good..” dick rasps before stealing another kiss, rutting into you jerkily. each slide of his cock in your velvety walls sending shudders up his spine, he so badly wanted to come already. to spill right into your pussy and fuck it into you till you felt it days later.

burying his face into your shoulder the man huffs, feeling you grab at his back. scratching faint lines over the muscled flesh—leaving your own mark that he’d proudly show off later.

a shudder runs up your spine when he angles his hips just right, cockhead nudging that sweet spot that makes your eyes squeeze shut “nn..dick..”

“yeah,” repeating the action, his gaze glued to your face the acrobat smiles lightly “right there sweet girl?”

“mhm..” you’d roll your eyes if you weren’t consumed by brain numbing pleasure, his speed increasing gradually. heavy balls slapping your ass with each firm snap of his hips, but he won’t cum till you do. even if his balls feel like they’re going to explode.

“..” panting you meet his gaze, baby blues dark and heavy—consumed by his pleasure blown pupils. his slightly battered skin (something you hadn’t noticed until now) shining with a slight sheen of sweat, inky locks clinging to his forehead. he looked absolutely delicious.

“wanna cum inside you..mark you up from the inside baby.” dick manages to squeeze out between heavy breaths, forehead meeting yours as his thrusts grow less and less coordinated and more sloppy.

“mm..yes..want it..”

his hips stutter but he regains himself “cum first then sweet thing..then i’ll fill you up good..” it was a promise. one he was so going to keep.

his words help stoke the fire in your tummy, the idea of being pumped full of his seed making your brain fog. a few more sloppy thrusts and you’re cuming, hands sliding to the back of his head—tugging his hair.

the feeling of your fingers in his hair paired with the tight cocoon your cunt provides rips an embarrassing whimper from him.

“fuck..” burying his face into your shoulder dick squeezes his eyes shut, his own orgasm right there.

“gonna..” three more stuttery thrusts and he’s hit home base, throaty whine bubbling out as he cums. painting your trembling walls with his seed.

he stays like that for a few beats longer, listening to the way you breathe softly—catching your own stray breath.

“wanna live in you.”

raising a brow you scoff at his words, a heat rising on your face “shut up.”

a laugh leaves the man “i mean it. wanna live inside you so i don’t have to leave.” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“that’d be romantic if it didn’t scare me.” you retort with a dry snort, pulling him closer until you’re nose to nose.

“pft.” dick rolls his eyes, a hand moving to brush some stray hairs from your face.

“i really did miss you,” the man utters “like so fucking much.”

“we texted almost every day.” you muse, nipping at his bottom lip gently

“not the same. didn’t see this pretty face in person.” he mumbles before kissing your nose and pushing himself up. letting his softening cock slip from your cunt “i’ll run us a bath. then i’ll fuck you again.” he hums, patting your knee as he gets up—naked and all.

“grayson—”

“what?” a lopsided grin is sent your way as he saunters to the connected bathroom “m’gonna make sure you feel everything bit of longing i feel baby.”

that too was a promise. one he was more than happy to deliver.

𝜗ৎ yikes—this is like one of the longest things i’ve written so far and i feel like it flopped jsjs still posting though so, hope you enjoy <3.

⏾ also how’s the setup with the pictures n stuff? not too much?

you’re sweating, body sticking to the cool silken sheets like a fly on a paper trap. it hot—you’re hot. and your head is so fuzzy, spinning in circles while your thighs tremble.

“mm..she is so sweet grayson..like a nectarine..” kory mumbles against your folds, a airy giggle following her words. she’s between your legs—keeping them open with her soft hands. you’re at her gentle mercy, taking what she hands out with shaky breaths.

“is that right baby?” dick smiles from the chair he’s seated in, hands folded over his lap as he watches. his cock throbs beneath them but he doesn’t make any moves to touch himself, instead keeping his eyes trained on you both.

“ahuh,” kory hums, licking up and down like you were a sweet treat. a feeling of satisfaction blossoming in her chest when your back arches and you gasp out. her green eyes twinkle with amusement, tongue lapping at your dripping entrance.

“kory..” you utter shakily—fingers clenching and unclenching around the sheets. the woman between your legs only lifts a perfectly plucked brow, her hands shifting beneath your hips and lifting.

“jesus sweetheart you’re gonna eat her soul out if you keep it up.” dick muses quietly, fingers just barely brushing his groin. his cock is uncomfortably hard against his jeans, had been since his girlfriend laid you in their bed.

it was sexy—seeing kory being so dominant with you. even more seeing just how pliant you were for them. it was something the couple had fantasized for a long while yet had never acted on. you were a close friend—best even. someone they had grown close to over the past two years.

hell, it was always you three. and they thought they had made it obvious—everyone practically could tell how much they liked you. well, everyone but you. so when you had been invited over for movies and snacks you thought nothing of it. you three had a long mission that week so a relaxing movie didn’t sound terrible to end your week. your agreement like music to their ears.

and now you were here. sprawled on their bed like a gift from heaven with kory eating your pussy. it was enough to make him bust in his jeans like a teenager.

the acrobat watches your face closely, watching the way your lashes flutter and your legs try to close around kory’s head. his girlfriend letting her hands roam your chest while she eats you out at a slow, drawn out pace. like her goal isn’t to make you cum but to simply lavish your pussy.

and it probably is. kory was a giver—dick learned that from the first time they had sex. when she had given him the best—nastiest head of his fucking life in some dirty alley after they had just cracked some bad guys less than an hour prior. pretty green eyes flowing with nothing but pure joy. she could give and give and that’d be exactly what she wanted.

“mhm..” kory breathes softly against your folds before she’s pressing two fingers into you. watching the digits sink into your cunt with little to no resistance. her saliva and your natural essence providing a good bit of lubricant.

pulling off your cunt with a soft mmp! sound the redhead licks her lips, taking in your pleasure painted face as she climbs back up your body. her lips mesh against yours in a messy kiss and she tastes like nothing but pussy. a choked moan swallowed by her as she steals what little breath you could conjure, fingers still working your pussy.

the girl kisses like she’s claiming you as hers, her tongue running over your teeth and gums sensually. you’re forced to break away from the kiss when you really can’t breath. kory laughing softly although she doesn’t seem much deterred, her lips meeting your neck, tongue slowly licking a bead of sweat from your skin.

then you feel the bed sink and your eyes meet his. his usual electric blue eyes a deep azure pool now, pupils blown wide. and his hand—hovering over your bare chest before he gently grabs at the plush flesh. humming at the weight in his palm “soft.”

he chuckles when you arch into his touch, biting his lip habitually. he’s so hard it hurts, his gaze flitting to your parted lips. he’s wonders what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock—how warm your mouth would be.

“y/n,” kory catches his gaze, smiling subtly and pulling her fingers from your cunt despite the sound that leaves you.

“y-yes.?”

the girl doesn’t say anything, shifting around the bed until dick is now in your place and you’re between his muscled thighs.

“have you ever..” kory bats her lashes, running a hand over dicks erection. the question makes your face hot—

“o-of course i have.” you retort “i’m not a virgin kory.”

“well—do you wanna.” she snorts, tugging his jeans open and pulling the zipper down.

glancing at dick who’s tanned skin is dusted pink you swallow, pressing your thighs together “…”

“he won’t bite,” kory murmurs as dick eases his jeans and boxers down in one go. and god, is he hard. his cock slaps against his lower abdomen, leaking a small puddle into the curve of his abs.

“unless you maybe—want him to.”

glancing back to the man you’re gaze moves to his cock, watching how it twitches and leaks even more. hell it was the hottest thing you’d seen since you met superman in person.

“i—how does he like it.?” you manage.

the question makes the two exchange looks, kory running a hand up your bare back.

“i’ll show you.”

uh..yeah—this was almost longer but .. i haven’t been enjoying my writing lolz

comments not needed but appreciated <3

“there’s no way this thing won’t come on.” your fingers are back on the ac unit, pressing and twisting every button and knob. how the hell were you supposed to survive when you were practically living in a fucking toaster and the only good air sourse suddenly busted? it was the hottest part of the summer—hell even the news reporters said to stay inside and cool off.

what a joke.

“baby—leave it be.” the soft voice comes from the man sprawled on your floor, too exhausted to budge from his spot.

you only huff stubbornly, smushing your thumb repeatedly against the power button although nothing happens.

with a defeated whine you sluggishly stand and carry yourself over to the couch to sit “we’re going to die in this fucking apartment and i won’t even get my deposit back.”

clark snorts softly and cracks an eye open “we won’t die. plus, the ac guy said he could be by in about..an hour.” the man utters with an optimistic tone. but he can feel it too. that heavy static and almost stuffy feeling that comes with a hot enclosed space. but he was a man blessed with powers you didn’t have who could deal with it much better than you.

“i’ll be melted by then.” you gripe, turning the small desk fan towards you. the mildly cool air blows onto your face and you wince, sweat beads racing faster down your skin. clark takes another look at you, his expression turning a tad pitiful as he watches you heave.

pushing himself up the man huffs and takes your hands into his “c’mon.”

“to where?”

clark laughs a bit at your skepticism and tugs you to your feet “shower.”

“a shower? have you lost your marbles?” you ask, but the man only nudges you down the hall.

“cold shower obviously silly.” clark kisses the side of your sweaty head, smoothing a big hand down your sweat soaked tee.

oh.

the man guides you into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click! behind you both. he’s wordless as he moves past to start the shower, your gaze following before you start to carefully undress from your sweaty clothes. piece by piece your clothes fall into a pile around your feet, clark turning around just in time to watch you shimmy your panties down your legs.

biting his inner gently as he drinks in your bare form the man clears his throat before following in suit. yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it towards your feet. a sly grin on his lips when you roll your eyes before moving to climb into the shower. pretending you don’t feel the way his heavy gaze follows like a magnet.

a low hiss falls from your lips the second you step into the shower—it’s frigid and you’re initial reaction is to step back and out but a large body keeps you from fully getting away.

“where are you goin.?” your boyfriend hums, nosing against the curve of your neck. he’s warm behind you, all muscles and firm.

“it’s cold.” you huff out, shivering as his hands slide around your hips.

“obviously sweet thing.” clark muses lowly “feels good though no?”

you’re silent for a few seconds before you nod and coax a smile against your skin from the man. it certainly feels ten times more bearable than your hot apartment. even if your nipples felt like they could fall off.

“so what..we stay in here till the ac man comes?” you mutter, carefully spinning to face him so the water would stop spraying against your face.

clark lifts a brow and nods “if that’s what it takes.” his fingers skim your neck, brushing some damp hair away before cradling your jaw. you take him in slowly. all damp, curls clinging to his forehead—looking so soft and sweet.

“hm?” the man smiles knowingly “we’re here to cool off.” he reminds amused but that doesn’t stop him from leaning closer. sharing the same shaky breaths with you until he closes the gap and kisses you, slow and tender.

his tongue slides over your lips, requesting entry and you happily oblige. gasping into his warm mouth when his big hands fall to your ass and squeeze. clark groaning when he feels you press even closer, your tummy rubbing over his slowly hardening cock. he suggested the shower to cool you both down—not shag. (not that he was complaining now)

“jump.” clark murmurs against your lips and you do. squeaking when he picks you up with ease, legs circling his waist and arms around his neck. his cock is hot between your legs, grinding slowly against you.

“fuck sweetheart.” clark chuckles, breathlessly and heavy. blue eyes trained on your face, watching your nose scrunch when the head of his cock bumps your clit.

“don’t drop me.” you manage.

the man gives your thighs a light squeeze “never.”

nibbling your lip you swallow thickly when he starts to rock you against his cock, his lips meeting your neck and sucking gentle love bites into your wet flesh. his cock is hot, throbbing against your pussy with each slick slide between your folds. you can feel your pussy grow wetter by each ticking second, that familiar ache settling over you. you needed him. bad.

“mm..” digging his blunt nails into your skin when his cock catches—the tip just barely sinking into your warmth clark bites a bit harder into your neck.

“fuck..y/n,” soothing the spot with his tongue clark pulls back to meet your gaze, blue eyes dark and hungry “can i?” the question falls from his swollen lips roughly. not begging but you can tell how badly he wants you.

“yes.” you’re agreeing without hesitation, canting your hips forward and kissing his lips again. that’s all the man needs, gripping you more firmly so he can ease his cock into your cunt. it’s a slow stretch, the only lubricant being your own juices and the cold water. digging your nails into his shoulders you cling tightly to his form—his thick cock bullying it’s way into your tight walls knocks the air out your lungs. eyes rolling back once he’s fully sheathed, cunt pulsing rapidly as it molds around him.

clark—ever the gentleman lets you gather yourself. biting his inner cheek to hold back any noises he’s liable to make. but you can feel his muscles trembling with the effort to not move—to hold himself back from ruining your cunt like you both know he can.

“baby can i move,” clark grounds out. hands sliding down to your ass and spreading you open “god, i need to move.”

“please—yes please.”

that’s enough for the superman. drawing back before snapping his hips forward, watching how your head tips back. he finds a steady rhythm quickly, unable to tear his eyes away from your face. he needs to see every expression you make, hear every gasp and mewl.

“a-ah..”

the cold spray of water hits your face, trickling over your skin and down your bare body in his hold. your brain is already fuzzy. unable to think about anything but clark, clark clark. his cock massaging your gummy insides with each push of his hips.

“taking me so good sweet thing.” clark purrs, voice low and syrupy.

you mewl—tugging on his hair slightly which in turn makes his hips stutter. deep rumble vibrating through his chest.

“s’good clarkie..so good—so deep.” you utter, letting your fingers tighten even more in his hair. hiking your legs higher clark shifts and your back hits the cool tile but his thrusts don’t slow.

“yeah sweet girl? like feeling me so deep?” clark hisses, heavy balls slapping against your ass. fuck, he’s so close already. so lost in your pussy it’s almost euphoric. but he won’t cum, not until you do.

your feet dangle over his hips, body jerking with every roll—that familiar feeling stirring in your belly. like a string being pulled taut.

clark tilts his head down—taking one of your tits into his hot mouth and sucking. thrusts growing less rhythmic, more rushed.

a shiver going up your spine when he sucks on your perked bud before gently tugging with his teeth, drawing a sexy little sound from your mouth.

“nn..” pulling back with a soft pop the man wastes no time repeating the process to your other breast. you’re so lost in the feeling you don’t realize his hand is moving until a firm finger is being pressed to your clit, rubbing in circles. string in your belly growing tighter and tighter until—

“o—oh..i—”

the mans lips meet yours, swallowing your moan as you come apart on his cock. tight walls throbbing and clenching around him—hugging his cock.

“mm..” clark groans into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip when he pulls back just a fraction. your boyfriends hips never slowing so he can ease you through your orgasm.

“gonna cum..” his words are meshed against your mouth, uttered between each sloppy press of them together. his orgasms follows quickly after those words—hips stuttering and balls tightening. hot cum splashing against your lower belly as he barely manages to slip out of your pussy.

you two stay there for a bit. collecting your bearings and breath before clark starts laughing softly, his lips meeting your face a few times.

“you did good baby.” the man murmurs gently. taking a moment to brush your hair from your face and look at you.

“uhuh..” you smile and lean into his touch.

“let’s get you cleaned up hm? think i heard the ac people talking outside.” clarks hums and presses a short kiss to your lips before placing you back on your feet. cracking the smallest smile when you almost lose your balance although his arm circles your waist and keeps you upright.

“be careful,” clark muses quietly “don’t need you busting that pretty head open. can’t pay for that and the ac. i am only a journalist sweetheart.”

“help clean me up smartass so we can get the air fixed.” you gripe dryly, shoving your loofah and bar of soap into his hold.

your boyfriend only cracks a lopsided smile “yes ma’am.”

⸝⸝⸝

“six hundred dollars for that was diabolical.” you mutter as you plop down on the couch. your apartment no longer a sauna of pain and torment but rather a nice cool 60 degrees for the low price of half your paycheck.

“yeah—but hey, if it goes out again i found some popsicles stashed in the back of the freezer.” your boyfriend tugs you into his side, cutting the tv on.

“first off don’t even say anything about it cutting off again.” you grumble gently swatting his thigh “secondly, i’m pretty positive those are freezer burnt.”

“oh please. i’ve eaten worse.” clark retorts lightly.

“plus, i think they’d be fine off your body.”

“clark.” you warn to which he only laughs.

“what? i was kidding..sorta. but in all seriousness,” the man gently runs his fingers through your damp hair “if it does go out i know someone i can call. he owes me a favor.”

“right. how bout if it goes out you can fly us to the north pole for a little trip hm?” you curl more into his warm body with a sigh.

kissing the side of your head clark hums “i’ll think about it.”

୨୧ this is so shitty.

boyfie! dick with a big FAT breeding kink. something he’s not even the slightest bit ashamed of. he didn’t want children—his life was too hectic for that right now. but he couldn’t lie that the idea, the notion of getting you fat and round off his seed was sexy.

boyfie! dick who had almost died and went to heaven the first time he took you raw, he was so excited that it took him less than four minutes to bust in your gummy walls. huffing apologies and kissing your face. little did he know he’d get addicted.

“m’sorry baby..s’just too fucking good.”

boyfie! dick who suddenly can’t cum anywhere but deep in your pussy (with the slight exception of your mouth), he swears there’s just something different bout your cunt. thankfully you’re not the biggest fan of condoms anymore either so he gets a win. (although when you feel like being petty you’ll make him wear one just to hear him whine)

boyfie! dick who’ll sometimes cum in you back to back, filling your pussy to the brim of his hot, sticky seed.

“fuck, mama,” dick soothes your hips with big hands, head tipped back against the couch as he relinquishes in how your pussy spasms around him “got such a greedy pussy huh..?” he’d tease.

boyfie! dick who gets some perverse enjoyment from watching his seed drip from your abused cunt—the man quick to pull out from whatever position you were in make you lay on your back just to watch.

“poor baby..you were so full hm?” he’d mutter, gently rubbing your clit with a finger just to make you clench. another thick glob of semen leaking out.

boyfie! dick who’s head almost pops when you tell him you pregnant, blue eyes wide and spoon falling from his mouth.

“wha—really?”

boyfie! dick who absolutely salivates over your pregnant form, unable to truly keep his hands to himself now. he also finds his sex drive is absolutely through the roof, his cock constantly aching around you more than before.

boyfie! dick who’s so fucking easy now. you walk out with just a towel on? he’s already on you, spreading you out on the bed and eating your pussy just because. new sundress cause your old ones don’t fit? he can’t stop himself from fucking you before you two step out the house. leaving your cunt full of cum and a hue of red on your skin.

boyfie! dick whose more than happy to ‘help’ when the doctor tells you labor could be any day and sex was a good way to ease into it.

“doctors orders baby—now hold still..can’t fuck your pussy f’you’re running.” dick mutters, his brows furrowed in concentration as he rubs his cock up and down your swollen pussy lips before sinking back into you with a content sigh.

boyfie! dick who does actually send you into labor one night. he’s got you hanging halfway off the bed, drilling his cock into your pussy with a fervor only he could muster at the thought of cumming in you when you grab at his arm.

“b-baby..coming..” you pant, words half garbled because god did it feel good. the man too into fucking you that he doesn’t understand what you mean, sliding a big hand to grab your thigh and hike it higher on his hip.

“that’s it sweetheart, cum for me. cum for daddy huh?” dick breathes. and you could laugh—maybe afterwards you both would.

“n-no, the baby is coming.” you squeak, digging your nails into his flesh.

that stops the man in his tracks almost immediately, hips stuttering as he forces himself to slow “wha—now? like, right now while i’m deep in your cunt now?” the second you nod he’s off you, scrambling around the room to get you clothes and everything you both had prepared.

boyfie! dick who turns sheepish when the nurse asks how you induced yourself. his face growing hot “just—a good massage.”

fiancé! dick who watches you finish feeding your now nine month old baby, a tiny smile on his lips as you place the child down for a nap.

fiancé! dick who grins when you meet his stare with a raised brow.

the man steps closer and bends down eye level, his warm hand moving to softly brush your swollen breast “my turn now?”

(the answer is yes of course.)

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౨ৎ this was terrible but i have so many thoughts about this man i js cldnt think right.

a- aftercare

absolutely. there’s not a single chance he would even so much as think about skipping out. even if he was extremely tired you’re his top priority. once you’re clean , heavily hydrated (he’s like a helicopter mom) and comfy in bed then he’ll worry about himself.

“here, i got some tea for you to drink sweetheart.”

b- body part

his face. he’s not weird about it in any way but he definitely knows how attractive he is. plus (before you two became serious of course) he was no stranger to using those looks to get his way. okay maybe he still does that—but now it’s usually to get you things.

for you i think he’s an ass man. yeah, i said it. dick grayson is such an ass man. doesn’t matter the shape or size, ass is ass and he’s all for it. has a knack for grabbing, rubbing and on specific occasions biting your ass just because he can. enjoys the gasps and soft reprimands you send his way when he smacks it while you’re simply existing. murmuring a cheap apology but that satisfied grin says it all.

c- cum

inside inside inside. grayson is a breeder mkay? he loves cumming in you. that closeness, the almost primitive nature of staining you with his seed from the inside is mind numbing. if by some chance he can’t cum in you then he’s definitely cumming on you. painting your swollen folds white or your thighs. second best thing.

his cum is definitely thick and he usually cums a lot the first time so don’t expect a lot more if you have any more rounds. for sure has a salty taste but the healthy type.

d- dirty secret

voyeurism. you’re absolutely breathtaking and the idea of watching you while you make yourself feel good is just too good. he’s definitely the type to bring it up casually and one hundred percent honest. he just wants to watch you play with your cunt, wants to see how you get yourself off when he can’t.

٠࣪⭑ gummybonus

“this okay.?” you’re unsure from your spot on his king sized mattress. legs spread and your fingers hovering over your panties with slight hesitation. sure, you were no stranger to masturbation but it wasn’t the same with him watching.

dick nods, leaning forward a bit in the chair he situated at the edge of the bed “yeah baby. s’good.” his voice is raspy, words murmured. he’s got one big hand on his crotch, pawing gently at his groin. his muscles are taut with the effort its taking him to sit still and not pounce because god did he wanna watch first.

“what do i do for you?” you breathe, gently brushing your delicate fingers over the damp cotton.

the man smiles a toothy grin that doesnt relay just how messed up he already feels and he hasn’t laid a single hand on you yet.

“touch her for me baby, nice and slow.”

e- experience

definitely has a good amount of experience—he is the richard grayson so it makes sense. but i don’t think he’s got a whole ton of knowledge outside of simple things so leaning into more kinkier aspects is always something he could be down to try.

f- favorite position

if it wasn’t obvious before i think doggystyle is his favorite. he’s the ass man so fucking you in a position he can see your ass jiggling each time he ruts into you is absolutely perfect. also the way your back arches and you mewl like a little cat is the hottest thing ever. he’ll tug your hair something too, making you look at him while he’s deep in your cunt. asking you how you feel and when you choke up he’ll land a warm palm against the roundness of your cheeks. grinning when you cry out (he’ll kiss it better later).

୨୧ gummybonus mention

69-ing.! it wasn’t a frequent occurrence but sometimes when you both are making out—wanting more but feeling too lazy you’ll find yourself in the position. your weepy cunt hovering his mouth, big hands spreading you open so he could watch while he ate you out. low hums against your clit every so often while you suck him off.

g- goofy?

dick isn’t giggly during sex but i think he could crack a few jokes. normally terrible ones that dont land and make you snort despite the fact he’s three inches deep in your pussy. on a few rare occasions though he could definitely be serious, brows furrowed in concentration while he focuses solely on you and your pleasure.

h- hair

perfectly maintained and short. dark and definitely has a slight bit of curl when it’s longer. he likes the feeling of being maintained although sometimes if he’s too busy then he’ll let it grow out a bit but nothing crazy.

for you he doesn’t care but i do think he’d like it a bit shorter (only because his nose is ticklish and he embarrassingly sneezed once when he was eating your cunt) but if you do grow it out then it wouldn’t alter much. he’d still eat your pussy without a thought.

i- intimacy

he’s so in love with you. intimacy comes naturally to him. hands all over you, kissing your neck while you babble on his lap about something you enjoy. sex even if it wasn’t on the softest side sometimes you could feel how gentle he was with you. a soft skim of his fingers against your jaw while you’re absolutely fucked out, sobbing and drooling like a broken faucet. the softness in his gaze when he’d take you missionary.

dick grayson is an intimate man and nothing could change that.

j- jack off

he definitely does but not too frequently? like—he has a gorgeous girlfriend so it’s rare he finds the need to rub one out solo. but if by chance he’s away from you and horny he has no issue taking care of himself. probably would watch a little home film the two of you made, spilling into his hand with a heavy moan.

though ! if he’s really really pent up he’ll pull out the big guns (one of his best pillows), rutting his cock between the folded cushiony item. he’s loud and a tad whiny, broad shoulders shaking as he holds himself back from cumming too fast.

k- kink

breeding first and foremost and i’ll stand by that. basically the same thing that was stated in c. watching your pussy ooze with him is the sexiest thing in the whole world.

now this next thing is a wildcard but hear me out. pegging :0. he had physically recoiled the first time you ever brought it up. you wanted to do what to him? so you waited, using a moment when he was so drunk on your pussy he nodded and agreed.

“s—stop teasing and get it over with.” dick huffs quietly. his chest is heaving, hair damp and sticking to his forehead. he felt exposed—he was exposed. muscular legs spread open for you, his cock aching and neglected on his tummy. ass slick from the lube you used to prep him and a deep hue on his face.

“just wanted to make sure you’re stretched good.” you snort, shifting closer. the pink cock from your strap on brushing against his puckered hole and sending tingles up his spine.

“ready?” you murmur, gripping the base and lightly easing it in without going in fully. watching how greedily he sucked the silicone in.

“mhm.” the acrobat bites back a pathetic whimper when do begin to push in, plush lips splitting into a silent ‘o’ once you bottom out. he’s so full, cock leaking beads of precum against his tensed abdomen and twitching.

“move..please.” dick murmurs finally against your shoulder once he’s semi gathered himself “please baby..”

he didn’t think he’d like it as much as he did and he certainly keeps it between just you two but if you bat your lashes enough on a good day he’d be down for it again maybe.

l- location

his place. it’s got the most surface for him to fuck you in compared to your little apartment plus the extra privacy from being so high up in the building. if you’re lucky though he might fuck you in the batcave (rarely though since you narrowly missed being caught by alfred).

m- motivation

a stressful day or night of patrolling. also just literally you. little t-shirt on and a pair of shorts? he’s bending you over the couch in a flash. yoga in the living room of his apartment? you’re being tossed up and over his shoulder before you can react. he’s just a simple man truly and you get him going.

n-no’s

knifeplay or anything that could really hurt you. he just couldn’t even fathom doing that.

o- oral

yes. doesn’t matter how far you two could possibly get into sex he’s at least got to taste you. loves eating you out in almost innocent settings. when you’re lounging on the couch reading he’d cozy up into the space between your parted legs. kissing your thighs first before making his way to your heat over your clothes. nosing and kissing just to tease before looking at you through his lashes ‘can i take these off?’.

definitely not the type to turn down having your mouth on him. loves a nice sloppy blowjob. slobber and cum bubbling around his cock as you choke and swallow him down. enjoys watch you take pleasure in sucking him too—eyes shut as you bob your head and paw at his balls.

𝜗𝜚 bonus mention: letting you rim him :0 . just gotta ask nicely.

p- pace

depends on the situation. if it’s a serious moment he’s going to absolutely take his time. picking you apart slowly, touching you with a tenderness and feeling you melt into his hold. if it’s more rushed or you’re both so high strung it’s messy. he’s grabbing handfuls of your tits, rutting into you like he’s lost his fucking mind.

q- quickie

if need be he can work with it (will complain about how you’re starving him of the best part) but he prefers not to.

r- risk

cumming in you is already the biggest risk he takes so he’s open minded to a lot. you want him to fuck you in front of the open window of his apartment? he’s down no questions asked.

s-stamina

excellent stamina—he’s a fucking vigilante for gods sake. could fuck you for hours if you absolutely let him.

t-toy

not opposed to it. might tease you and ask if you think his cock is inadequate but if it’s something you really want to try he’ll be down. won’t admit it but he likes when you use them on him. pressing that little vibrator you had against his cock while you stroke him.

u-unfair

big tease so he definitely drags it out sometimes. purposely edging you until you’re all teary eyed and begging so sweetly.

v- volume

loud as fuck. dick grayson can quite literally not stay silent. whether he’s groaning in your ear or murmuring praises sex is definitely not quiet with him. and dont get me started on the dramatic noises of pleasure he makes when eating you out.

w- wild card

videotaping you. its his own personal porn, something he can use to get off too when you’re not near him. he can listen to every word and wet sound. watch how your cunt stretches around him and replay it until he’s cumming hard.

x- x-ray

definitely cut, 6 1/2 inches but he’s a grower tbh. a good curve and a few veins running up the sides. well balanced in the girth department as well with a pair of nicely sized balls that hang a bit low and heavy.

y- yearning

yearning is so his forte. needs you every second of every day and isn’t ashamed.

z- zzz

aftercare for you both and then he’s out. collapsing onto the bed the second you two stumble from the steamy bathroom. half the time he’s already out before you can even get him to lay in his designated spot so—good luck with that.

౨ৎ wrote this twice and had half my progress deleted both times lol. laughin but it aint funny. (almost gave up tbh)

comments not required but definitely appreciated <3

dick grayson who comes home with a pretty pink cast on his arm, lips curled into a distasteful sneer as he shuts the door with his foot. you can’t help but want to ask but you don’t get much time to because he’s already stomping upstairs to his room, the door rattling the whole house as he slams it.

dick grayson who doesn’t leave his room for two days straight yet you can’t help but hear him moving on and off, shutting things a little too loudly and stomping. you can’t help but pity him (especially after you managed to wring what happened out of wally).

dick grayson who reluctantly opens his door when you knock one night to offer him some of the pizza you ordered. he’s a disheveled mess, like he’d just rolled out of bed (he might’ve seeing as he was only in boxers).

“what?” dick isn’t exactly feeling all that nice. hadn’t been since bruce practically benched him like some little kid because of a little ass break, he’d been through worse and yet this is what it takes to put him out?

despite being a tad taken aback by his tone you clear your throat “i ordered pizza from johns—thought i’d see if you wanted some.”

“no, thanks though.”

nodding you turn on your heel, a bit embarrassed you even asked before his voice stops you.

“actually— would you mind doing something else for me?”

dick grayson who’s propped against the headboard of his large poster bed, muscled legs open just enough to fit you between them. there’s a slight heaviness to the air, electric blue eyes watching your every move. his cock is twitching against his stomach, waiting for you to touch it—to offer some relief.

dick grayson who can’t stop the slight whimper from his mouth when you finally do touch him, your hand hot around his achy cock. it felt so good already and you hadn’t even moved your hand, the tension and pent up frustration from not being to jack off properly (as embarrassing as that was) enough to drive him insane.

“fu—cking hell, nn that’s it.”

dick grayson who’s biting his lip so hard it breaks the skin when you find a good, steady pace, your face scrunched in concentration as watch the pearly beads of precum leak from the angry tip. the muscles in his thighs flex every time you squeeze, fingers barely wrapping around the thick base.

dick grayson who can’t stop himself from rocking his hips. he’s hesitant at first, slight jerky movements but soon enough it melts to a more precise rhythm and he’s fucking your fist like it’s his own personal toy.

“t-tighter..squeeze it tighter.”

dick grayson who spills in your hand with a shaky groan, eyes squeezed shut so tight he sees white.

dick grayson who can’t help but bat his lashes, suddenly out of the dumps about his broken arm now that he’s bonded with you. using any opportunity to sweetly ask for your assistance—all of which you give. can’t have the man dying from lack of dick attention right?

dick grayson who’s a bit disappointed to get his cast off but also a little optimistic. two hands meant he could repay you for all the help you gave him. something he was sure the both of you would enjoy.

uh— im in a rut. (am working on requests i swear)

comments not needed but appreciated <3