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Rain + Constellations

❀ summary: you and your boyfriend dick are out on a date, stargazing when things get heated... even if it's downpouring.

❀ warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, it's spicy and also fluffy at the same time, nsfw content mdni

❀ pairings: boyfriend!dick grayson x reader

❀ wc: 1.6k words

❀ author's note: i really wanted to write something cuter with dick although i'm also debating on writing a smutty fic with him being a little mean 👀

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You watched as Dick laid the blanket down on the grass with a flourish. A small giggle slipped past your lips as you watched him set up everything for your date. He had brought a blanket, pillows, and a small basket full of snacks, two glasses, and a bottle of wine. "Your date is ready, milady." He said as he gestured dramatically to the blanket and pillows. You giggled more, settling down beside him.

Dick’s fingers brushed against yours as he passed you a glass of wine, the deep red liquid catching the faint glow of the stars overhead. You took a sip as you looked up at the sky. It was dark out now, the stars twinkling above the two of you. The moonlight casted an ethereal glow over the meadow. "It's beautiful tonight." You said softly as you gazed at the stars.

His laugh was low, warm, his eyes never straying from your face. "Not as beautiful as you," Dick murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You looked over at him, the way he was looking at you making your pulse skip a beat. He looked at you like you were the only constellation worth mapping. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked away, a smile tugging at your lips as the two of you laid down.

Dick’s fingers traced a slow, invisible line across the sky. "See that W-shaped cluster?" His voice was a whisper against your ear, lips grazing the shell of it as he leaned in closer. "That's Cassiopeia. Queen of the heavens, eternally upside down as punishment for her vanity." You squinted, trying to follow the path of his fingertips, but the stars blurred. His nearness, the wine, and the way his thigh pressed against yours making it impossible to focus.

"How do you know so much about constellations?" You asked as your eyes traced the w shaped constellation.

His grin widened as he shifted closer, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. His finger traced the sky again, this time drawing a lazy arc toward the north. "That one’s Draco," he murmured. "The dragon. Wrapped around the Little Dipper like he’s guarding it." His fingertip brushed your shoulder as he lowered his arm, sending a shiver down your spine. "Bruce made me memorize them when I was young. Said knowing the stars could save your life if you were ever lost."

You smiled softly as looked at the constellations, a sense of calm draping over you. "And this one," Dick said, his voice lowering into something softer, as his finger traced a jagged line of stars near the horizon, "is Orion." His fingertip lingered at the midpoint. "See those three stars? That’s his belt." His hand drifted upward, sketching the outline of broad shoulders, then down again to the faint glimmer of his sword.

Your eyes left the stars as you turned your head, looking over at him. The moonlight casted a soft glow against his skin and you took this moment to take him in. You reached up without thinking, brushing your fingers against his jaw, guiding his face toward yours. Dick's breath hitched when your fingers touched his jaw, his dark eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting yours again. There was only a moment of hesitation before he gently pulled your body against his, leaning his head down to plant a soft kiss to your lips. The wineglass tipped over onto the grass as you reached your hand up, tangling your fingers through his dark hair.

Dick deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening against the small of your back. The taste of him flooded your senses as you arched into him, one hand still threaded through his hair, the other sliding down his chest. The kiss turned urgent and you parted your lips, granting him access as he slipped his tongue past your lips.

The first drop of rain splattered against Dick's cheek. He pulled away just enough to look up at the sky as another drop splashed against your collarbone. You both froze, lips hovering inches apart as more drops of rain came raining down on the two of you. Then it was like the sky split open, rain plummeting to the earth in fat, heavy droplets, drenching the two of you.

You gasped as the cool water splattered against your skin but before you could react, Dick let out a chuckle, a grin splitting his lips. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of your clothes completely soaked from the rain now. "Guess the universe thought we needed to cool off." He said with a small chuckle. You giggled softly as he leaned in for another kiss. "Too bad I have other plans." He murmured against your lips before deepening the kiss.

The rain slid down your face as he kissed you harder, nipping at your lower lip. You whimpered into the kiss as you tugged at his soaked shirt. He got the hint as sat up, tugging his shirt off before tossing it aside. The rain cascaded down his chest and abs, the sight causing heat to pool between your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were laying on your back before tugging your dress down, causing your tits to bounce free.

The cold rain traced paths down your bare skin, the rain sliding between your tits. Dick’s hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing your hardened nipples. A shiver ran through you, half from the chill, half from the way his gaze darkened as he took you in. "God, you’re gorgeous," he murmured, voice rough, before dipping his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone.

His mouth traveled lower, lips hot against the rain-slicked skin between your breasts. You gasped as his tongue flicked over a nipple, arching into him instinctively. The rain fell harder now, drowning out everything but the ragged sound of your breathing. Dick’s hands slid down to your hips, shoving your dress up to your waist as he dragged his teeth lightly over your other nipple. "Dick-" you choked out, but the rest of your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked hard. You whined when he pulled away only to gasp when he pulled your panties down your legs, discarding them to the side with his shirt.

You watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. He stroked it a couple of times before spreading your legs, positioning himself between them. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whimpering as he slid the head of his cock between your folds, gathering your arousal on his length before pushing inside of you slowly.

Your back arched off the ground as his cock slid inside of you, filling you inch by inch. Rainwater dripped from his drenched hair and onto your chest as his head hung low when he bottomed out of you. "Fuck," he groaned, eyes meeting yours as he slowly pulling out just to the tip before thrusting back into you again. You moaned, your hand sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair, tugging on the strands lightly.

He thrusted into you with slow, deep thrusts, the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls causing your toes to curl against the soaked blanket. Dick's mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans as he rolled his hips in a way that had you seeing stars. He had one hand pressed against the ground beside your head, his other hand coming up to gently cradle your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "I'm so in love with you." He said softly as he pressed his forehead against yours.

The rain turned into a downpour around you but both of you barely noticed, too lost in the sensation of eachother. "I love you too." You whispered breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulder lightly as he picked up his pace. His lips curled into a soft smile as he kissed you again, slow and deep, his tongue exploring your mouth as if he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

He hiked your legs higher around his waist, the new angle letting him hit that sweet spot inside of you. "Yes, right there-" You moaned, your hands tightening their hold on him. Dick trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, groaning against your skin when you pussy clamped down on his cock. His hips snapped into your faster, chasing your pleasure as much as his own. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach, your orgasm fast approaching.

His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed slow circles against it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "That's it, sweetheart. Let go for me." He murmured against your lips, his voice rough with need. You arched into his touch, your breath coming out in short gasps as pleasure coiled tighter inside of you.

"Dick, I'm gonna-" Your words cut off into a moan as pleasure crashed over you, your body trembling beneath his. He groaned as your pussy clenched around him, spurring him on. His hips snapped against your a couple more times as he chased his own high.

"Fucking Christ!" He groaned, stilling inside of you as you felt him cum inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to rest all of his weight on top of you. His face nuzzled your neck before he pressed a soft kiss on the skin between your neck and shoulder. You caught your breath as you came down from your high, threading your hands through his hair.

"If we don't get out of the rain soon we're gonna catch a cold." You said with a soft giggle as you kissed his head.

"Worth it." He said with a grin as he looked up at you, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss as the rain came down around the two of you. Despite your earlier words, you honestly didn't care either. It was all worth it when it came to him.

❀ end note: i can't decide if i love or hate this fic, i hope you guys enjoy it though!

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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your theme is so delightful to gaze at 🥹💗

omg thank youuu! 💗 i love yours too! the opera theme is so pretty and whimsical!

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jason todd using your lap as a pillow tw: not proof read, this is just fluff

You herd Jason's keys jingle at the front door of your small apartment. You paused the tv, looking over as your boyfriend walked through the front door, kicking it closed with his boot as he took his helmet off. He dropped his keys into the ceramic bowl near the front door, kicking his boots off as he made his way into your shared living space.

He was clearly exhausted. His suit was dusted in dirt and you knew he most likely had some cuts and bruises under his clothes. His gloves creaked as his fingers flexed, his jaw tense. He hadn't made eye contact with you yet. His helmet fell to the countertop with a clatter as he finally looked to where you were, snuggled up on the couch. His eyes softened as he looked over you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You look cozy." His voice was low when he finally spoke.

"You okay, baby?" You asked softly, tilting your head. You knew it had been rough on him recently with patrols and all. Then again, Gotham was never gentle. The past week had taken a toll on him though. It seemed like he was out every night, fighting off some goons, coming home to you bloodied and bruised.

"Yeah," he said as let out a slow exhale, peeling off his gloves and tossing them onto the kitchen stool. His knuckles were red and angry, a couple of them split open, the blood already dried on his cuts. He flexed his fingers once more, wincing slightly. "Just another day in paradise."

You frowned a little as you grabbed the blankets that were currently draped over your legs, haphazardly tossing them on the arm of the couch. You hated seeing him like this, so gloomy and fatigued. "C'mere, pretty boy." You said softly as you patted your lap. He hesitated only for a second before making his way over to you. He laid down on the couch on his stomach, his large frame taking up most of the space as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head in your lap. You threaded your fingers through his hair, combing through the knots his helmet left. Jason let out a soft sigh as his eyes fluttered closed, and he could finally put his guard down and feel safe now that he was in your arms.

❀ end note: i feel like this isn't that great, i just really wanted to write something fluff for jason <3

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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bruce wayne and clark kent at the same time | 18+ tw: cursing, smut, degrading kink, praise kink, nsfw mdni

Bruce's fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks, his thrusts merciless as he pounded into you from behind. Your moans were muffled by Clark's cock as he thrusted into your mouth, not nearly as rough as Bruce's thrusts. "That's it, take our cocks like a fucking slut." Bruce growled, his palm landing a sharp slap to your ass. You yelped, jolting forward, which only made you take Clark's cock deeper down your throat.

Clark's fingers threaded through your hair gently, the feeling drastically different from the way Bruce was gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're doing so well baby. You're so pretty like this." He groaned as he looked down at you. You looked up at him through your lashes, face tearstained and messy with mascara, lip gloss smudged on your cheek, saliva dripping down your lips and chin.

Bruce let out a dark chuckle, his hips snapping forward roughly, causing your cunt to squeeze his length. "Look at her Clark, can't even decide which cock you like more. Fuck, you just love cock so much, don't you, dirty little slut." He growled as he gripped your ass, kneading the flesh in his large hands.

Clark's thumb brushed along your cheekbone, gently wiping away a stray tear. His hand tightened in your hair softly, helping guide you along his length. "You're so perfect," he murmured, voice thick with affection. "Love seeing those pouty lips stretched around my cock, sucking my cock so well." He groaned when your tongue flicked the underside of his shaft. "God, you're fucking mouth is so perfect. So fucking perfect." He whimpered, his pace becoming choppy, signaling that he was close.

Bruce's grip on your hips tightened even more, his rhythm turning erratic as he grunted through clenched teeth. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he snarled, fingers biting into your skin. "Gonna breed this cunt until you're dripping for days. Make sure you remember who owns this perfect fucking pussy." His hips jerked against you a couple more timed before he stilled, his cock twitching deep inside of you, warmth flooding you as he filled you up with his seed. He pulled out, the sound obscenely loud. You whimpered when his fingers threaded through your hair roughly, thrusting you onto Clark's cock. "C'mon, choke on his cock. Make him cream down that pretty throat." He growled.

Tears sprang in your eyes once again as you looked up at Clark. Bruce's grip caused you to take Clark all the way, your nose pressing against his stomach as you gagged. Clark's fingers loosened Bruce's grip in your hair, easing you up just enough so you could breathe comfortably around his cock. "Easy, sweetheart." He murmured, his hips rocking shallowly, the head of his cock dragging against your tongue. "You don't have to take it all, it's okay baby. Just take as much as you can handle, sweet girl."

"You're fucking pathetic. Can't even take him down your throat properly?" Bruce laughed mockingly, his fingers tracing a line down your spine before landing another sharp slap to your ass. The feeling was dizzying, having Bruce degrade and humiliate you while Clark whispered soft praises, his touch gentle compared to Bruce's manhandling.

Clark's breath hitched as you hollowed your cheeks around him, his fingers twitching in your hair. "Christ, you feel amazing." He choked out, his thrusts growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby." He groaned, voice wrecked. You moaned around him, urging him on. Clark groaned loudly, thighs tensing as he came down your throat. You continued to suck his cock, helping him through his orgasm.

"Look at her, still trying to suck you dry. Little fucking cockslut, isn't she?" Bruce chuckled darkly.

Clark pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with your spit, a string of it connecting your lips to his cock. You gasped when Bruce flipped you around so you were now facing him. He stroked his length a few times, his cock covered in your mixed arousal. "Now you're gonna take my cock down your throat like a good fucking girl while you let Clark fill that greedy little pussy up with more cum. Understood?" He asked as the head of his cock brushed against your lips. You nodded, looking up at him, your eyes watery and your lips puffy, but you still wanted more. Needed more. Bruce smirked. "Good girl, because we're not done with you yet."

❀ end note: i looove soft dom clark and mean dom bruce so much. this dynamic drives me feral. i have more planned for these two so stay tuned! 🤭🙈

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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Clark Kent Masterlist

✦ - smut | ❀ - fluff | ☆ - angst | .ᐟ - dark content

fics + imagines

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blurbs + drabbles

↳ at the same time (ft. bruce wayne) ✦

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bruce wayne and clark kent at the same time | 18+ tw: cursing, smut, degrading kink, praise kink, nsfw mdni

Bruce's fingers dug into your hips hard enough to leave marks, his thrusts merciless as he pounded into you from behind. Your moans were muffled by Clark's cock as he thrusted into your mouth, not nearly as rough as Bruce's thrusts. "That's it, take our cocks like a fucking slut." Bruce growled, his palm landing a sharp slap to your ass. You yelped, jolting forward, which only made you take Clark's cock deeper down your throat.

Clark's fingers threaded through your hair gently, the feeling drastically different from the way Bruce was gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're doing so well baby. You're so pretty like this." He groaned as he looked down at you. You looked up at him through your lashes, face tearstained and messy with mascara, lip gloss smudged on your cheek, saliva dripping down your lips and chin.

Bruce let out a dark chuckle, his hips snapping forward roughly, causing your cunt to squeeze his length. "Look at her Clark, can't even decide which cock you like more. Fuck, you just love cock so much, don't you, dirty little slut." He growled as he gripped your ass, kneading the flesh in his large hands.

Clark's thumb brushed along your cheekbone, gently wiping away a stray tear. His hand tightened in your hair softly, helping guide you along his length. "You're so perfect," he murmured, voice thick with affection. "Love seeing those pouty lips stretched around my cock, sucking my cock so well." He groaned when your tongue flicked the underside of his shaft. "God, you're fucking mouth is so perfect. So fucking perfect." He whimpered, his pace becoming choppy, signaling that he was close.

Bruce's grip on your hips tightened even more, his rhythm turning erratic as he grunted through clenched teeth. "Gonna fill this greedy cunt up," he snarled, fingers biting into your skin. "Gonna breed this cunt until you're dripping for days. Make sure you remember who owns this perfect fucking pussy." His hips jerked against you a couple more timed before he stilled, his cock twitching deep inside of you, warmth flooding you as he filled you up with his seed. He pulled out, the sound obscenely loud. You whimpered when his fingers threaded through your hair roughly, thrusting you onto Clark's cock. "C'mon, choke on his cock. Make him cream down that pretty throat." He growled.

Tears sprang in your eyes once again as you looked up at Clark. Bruce's grip caused you to take Clark all the way, your nose pressing against his stomach as you gagged. Clark's fingers loosened Bruce's grip in your hair, easing you up just enough so you could breathe comfortably around his cock. "Easy, sweetheart." He murmured, his hips rocking shallowly, the head of his cock dragging against your tongue. "You don't have to take it all, it's okay baby. Just take as much as you can handle, sweet girl."

"You're fucking pathetic. Can't even take him down your throat properly?" Bruce laughed mockingly, his fingers tracing a line down your spine before landing another sharp slap to your ass. The feeling was dizzying, having Bruce degrade and humiliate you while Clark whispered soft praises, his touch gentle compared to Bruce's manhandling.

Clark's breath hitched as you hollowed your cheeks around him, his fingers twitching in your hair. "Christ, you feel amazing." He choked out, his thrusts growing sloppy. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby." He groaned, voice wrecked. You moaned around him, urging him on. Clark groaned loudly, thighs tensing as he came down your throat. You continued to suck his cock, helping him through his orgasm.

"Look at her, still trying to suck you dry. Little fucking cockslut, isn't she?" Bruce chuckled darkly.

Clark pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with your spit, a string of it connecting your lips to his cock. You gasped when Bruce flipped you around so you were now facing him. He stroked his length a few times, his cock covered in your mixed arousal. "Now you're gonna take my cock down your throat like a good fucking girl while you let Clark fill that greedy little pussy up with more cum. Understood?" He asked as the head of his cock brushed against your lips. You nodded, looking up at him, your eyes watery and your lips puffy, but you still wanted more. Needed more. Bruce smirked. "Good girl, because we're not done with you yet."

❀ end note: i looove soft dom clark and mean dom bruce so much. this dynamic drives me feral. i have more planned for these two so stay tuned! 🤭🙈

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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DC Masterlist

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↳ bruce wayne

↳ clark kent

↳ dick grayson

↳ jason todd

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Sweet Obedience

❀ summary: after not getting enough alone time over the past few weeks with your husband, you finally convince him to try something new.

❀ warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, mean bruce, degrading, name calling, hair pulling, spanking, restraints, praise kink, choking, dom/sub, smut without a plot except it has a fluffy ending, 18+ nsfw mdni

❀ pairings: husband!bruce wayne x female reader

❀ wc: 2.4k words

❀ author's note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy it too!

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It had been quite some time since you and your husband had any time to yourselves, let alone anytime for intimacy. It had been weeks since Bruce touched you. Since then you had started hinting to him that you wanted to explore, try something new sexually. That's what led to this moment, you on your knees in your shared bedroom in nothing but lacy black lingerie and matching stockings, looking up through your lashes at your husband.

"You look like you were made to be on your knees for me. Wouldn't you agree?" Bruce's voice was low as he circled you slowly, eyes dark and hungry, like a predator circling it's prey. He tsked when you didn't answer him, stopping in front you his hand threading through your hair. "You know what happens to pretty little things who don't answer when spoken to." He said, fingers tugging on your hair just enough to make your scalp prickle.

You swallowed hard as you nodded your head slowly, "I was." You murmured, barely above a whisper, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth softly.

He exhaled slowly, fingers tugging your hair back, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. "That was a lousy answer. You can do better than that." His hand left your hair to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Or do I need to remind you how to use that pretty mouth of yours?"

"I was made to be on my knees for you." You whimpered softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bruce's responding chuckle was dark, pleased, as he released your chin. "Better." He let his hand trail from your chin, down your neck. "But let's see if you can follow instructions better." His hand withdrew from your skin, leaving you whimpering. "Pathetic," he murmured. "I've barely touched you and you're already whining? You really are a needy little whore." He took a step away, the sharp click of his dress shoes loud in the quiet room as he let his hungry gaze drink you in. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his slacks, the sight only making more arousal pool between your legs.

"Hands behind your back." He ordered. Your fingers trembled as you pinned your wrists at the small of your back, arching your spine slightly to give him a better view of your tits. "Good girl." He praised softly as he walked behind you, crouching down and you herd him pull a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. The cuffs clicked in place around your wrists, the metal cool against your heated skin.

Bruce’s breath ghosted over your ear as he leaned down, his voice low and rough. “Now, let’s see how well you take what you’ve been begging for.” His fingers traced the lace clinging to your thighs, slow and deliberate, before hooking into the fabric and tearing it aside with a single rough pull. The sound of ripping lace mingled with your gasp, the sudden exposure making your skin prickle. He groaned softly, dragging two fingers through your slick folds. "Look at you. Soaked through just from being told what to do.” He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing your own slick across them. “Taste it. Prove to me you know what you are.”

The moment his fingers pressed against your lips, you opened obediently, tongue darting out to lick and suck the wetness from his skin. Bruce watched, his expression unreadable except for the dark satisfaction in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. "But you're still thinking too much." His hand suddenly fisted in your hair again, yanking your head back sharply enough to make your breath catch. "You don’t get to think. I want that pretty head of yours empty while you take what I give you. Understood?"

You nodded frantically, lips parted around a shaky breath. "Understood." You whispered breathlessly.

Bruce’s smile was dark as he released your hair just to drag his knuckles down your cheekbone in a mockery of tenderness. "That’s my girl." He murmured, before his hand abruptly disappeared, only to land a harsh slap to your ass. You gasped, your spine arching involuntarily. His breath was warm against the back of your neck. “You like that, don’t you?” His palm smoothed over the throbbing skin, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper and you nodded. His hand moved from your ass, sliding between your legs again. Your hips instinctively rocked against his hand, desperate for more. "Fucking slut, already pressing your cunt into my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Bruce’s fingers slid through your slick with deliberate slowness, teasing your clit, never giving you exactly what you needed. His voice was a low, dark purr as he spoke, "Already dripping all over my hand and I haven't even fucked you yet." You whined, hips rolling forward, but he clicked his tongue in disapproval, his free hand clamping down on your hip to still you. “No. You don’t get to move unless I say so.” His fingers retreated entirely, leaving you empty and aching, and you bit back a sob. "God you're so fucking pathetic." He chuckled mockingly as he stood.

You could hear the rustle of fabric as he undid his belt. Then silence fell over the room. Your skin prickled in anticipation, wrists straining against the cuffs. The pause stretched until you whimpered quietly, causing him to chuckle low in his throat. "Aww, is my poor girl needy for cock?" He asked as he circled around you and stood in front of you, giving you a mock pout when you nodded.

His belt came off as he tossed it aside. Then he unzipped his slacks, pulling his hard cock out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "Open your mouth." He commanded, slapping your cheek with his cock before dragging the head of his cock over your lips, painting them with pre-cum. You parted your lips obediently as he let out a low groan as he slid past your lips, his grip tightening in your hair to hold you steady. "That's it," he murmured, voice rough. "Take it like a good little slut." His hips rolled forward, forcing his cock deeper until your throat fluttered around him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He didn’t stop until your nose brushed against his slacks, your gag reflex kicking in as you choked around him.

Bruce held you there for a heartbeat too long, your throat spasming around him, tears spilling down from your lashes. When he finally pulled back, it was only enough to let you gasp for air before shoving back in, his rhythm relentless. "Fucking gagging on my cock like it's the only thing you know how to do." His thrusts were punishing, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. You tried to focus on breathing through your nose, saliva dripping down your chin and onto your tits, but he didn’t let up, not until your jaw ached and your vision blurred with tears.

Your breath hitched as he fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging the length of his cock over your tongue before bottoming out in your throat. The tears streaking your cheeks only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening. His hips stuttered, and you braced yourself, wanting him to cum down your throat, but then he pulled out entirely, leaving you gasping, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to the head of his cock.

Bruce dragged his thumb through the mess on your lips, smearing spit and pre-cum across your chin before shoving two fingers into your mouth without warning. You choked around them, the sudden intrusion making your eyes water, but he only chuckled, pressing his fingers against your tongue. "Look at you, still trying to suck even when I’m not giving you my cock. Pathetic." He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, then wiped them on your cheek, leaving a sticky trail. He tugged you up to your feet before shoving you onto the bed on your stomach, your cheek pressed into the mattress as he tugged your hips up, pulling your ass in the air.

Bruce’s palm cracked against your ass again, harder this time. You cried out, arching instinctively, but his grip on your hips was ironclad, holding you in place. “Stay still,” he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained control. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading them wider as groaned. “Fuck, look at you. Already clenching around nothing like a desperate little whore.” He landed a harsh slap to your pussy next.

The slap stung and you jolted forward with a yelp, thighs trembling. His laugh was rough and mocking as he slid the head of his cock through your folds. "You're pretty when you're all desperate and needy for my cock. Promise to fuck you real good, angel. Gonna have my cum dripping out of this pretty little pussy for days." He growled before thrusting into you with one brutal thrust, bottoming out.

"Fuck, you're even tighter than I remember." He groaned, dragging all the way out before slamming into your cunt again. "I've been neglecting this poor little pussy, haven't I?" He asked as he tugged on your hair, not waiting for a response as he set a merciless pace. "Don't gotta worry about that anymore. Gonna fuck my little slut the way she deserves."

Bruce’s hips snapped forward again, the sharp slap of skin against skin punctuating the air as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Your gasp was muffled into the mattress, your fingers twisting uselessly against the cuffs still locked around your wrists. His grip on your hips was bruising, fingers pressing into your flesh hard enough to leave marks that you knew would appear tomorrow. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. "You take me so well. Like you were made for this.” He spit on your ass, watching it slide down to your puckered hole, his thumb pressed against your tight ass, the tip pushing inside.

His thumb pressed in deeper, just enough to make your hips jerk, but he didn’t slow his brutal pace. “Already trying to get away?” He chuckled darkly, his other hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back, arching your spine painfully. “You don’t get to run from me. You take what I give you.” His hips snapped forward again, driving his cock impossibly deeper. You whimpered, the sound muffled against the sheets, but he only tightened his grip, forcing your body to accommodate him fully. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Let me ruin you.”

Your thighs shook as your cunt clenched around his cock, a broken whimper escaping your lips as he laughed low in your ear. “That’s it,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “Clench around me like the greedy little slut you are.”

You could feel your orgasm quickly building in your stomach, the pleasure growing so intense you almost couldn't take it anymore. "P- please! Please let me cum. I- I need to cum." You cried out, your tears staining your cheeks and soaking the sheets under your face, your mascara running.

Bruce’s fingers dug harder into your hips, his thrusts never faltering, if anything, they grew rougher, deeper, as if your begging only spurred him on. "Oh, you need to cum?" He mocked. "My poor little angel needs to cum, does she?" He gave you a mock pout, despite the fact that you couldn't see it. His hand slid around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. "How badly do you need to cum, baby? Tell me how much you need it."

Your breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on your throat turning the plea into a choked sob. "I- I need it," you whined, the words barely audible, your hips rocking back against him instinctively. "Please let me cum! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" Your begs turned into unintelligible whimpers and moans.

His hand tightened around your throat, causing stars to appear in your vision. His hips snapped forward mercilessly, dragging more choked moans out of you. "You wanna cum? Then thank me. Thank me for fucking you like the needy little fucktoy you are." He growled.

Your voice cracked around the words, throat raw from his grip. “T-thank you! Thank you for fucking me-” His fingers loosened just enough to let you gasp before tightening again, cutting off your air mid-sentence.

Bruce laughed, low and rough, his hips never slowing. “Louder. Let me hear how grateful you are.”

You sobbed, the pressure in your abdomen coiling tighter with every thrust, your words dissolving into a broken chant. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Your words tumbled out between moans and sobs.

"Cum. Fucking cum for me, you dumb little slut. Soak my cock." He sneered, hips pounding against your thighs.

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. Your cunt clenched around him, your thighs trembling as your orgasm tore through you. Bruce’s groan was guttural, his fingers tightening in your hair as he fucked you through it, each snap of his hips prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it,” he growled, voice thick with satisfaction. “Fucking ruin yourself on my cock.”

Bruce’s grip on your hips turned bruising as your orgasm wracked through you. He let out a ragged groan, his rhythm stuttering as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice raw, “you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice.” His cock throbbed inside you as he gave one more rough thrust before stilling. You could feel his release filling you up. He slowly pulled away and groaned as he watched his cum leak out of your now puffy and swollen cunt. He took two fingers, scooping his cum up before shoving it inside of you again, finger fucking his release back inside of you, making you moan softly.

He pulled away, trailing tender kisses up your spine as he released your wrists from the cuffs. He gently rubbed his thumbs over your wrists as his voice softened. "You did so good for me, angel. Such a good girl." He gently turned you over onto your back, kissing your tears away. "You're so pretty, baby. My pretty little angel."

You smiled as he pulled you into his warm embrace, peppering feather-light kisses all over your face. "You did so well for me. So perfect." He praised, snuggling you in close. "I love you so much, sweet girl." He said softly as he kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. You rested your head on his chest, letting him gently caress your back, the repeated motion pulling you into a peaceful sleep.

As you fell asleep, you made a mental note to do this again.

❀ end note: i seriously cannot get enough of mean!dom bruce. i 100% have more coming for him soon!

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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✦ - smut | ❀ - fluff | ☆ - angst | .ᐟ - dark content

fics + imagines

↳ sweet obedience ✦

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↳ at the same time (ft. clark kent) ✦

headcanons

↳ nothing yet...

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Sweet Obedience

❀ summary: after not getting enough alone time over the past few weeks with your husband, you finally convince him to try something new.

❀ warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, mean bruce, degrading, name calling, hair pulling, spanking, restraints, praise kink, choking, dom/sub, smut without a plot except it has a fluffy ending, 18+ nsfw mdni

❀ pairings: husband!bruce wayne x female reader

❀ wc: 2.4k words

❀ author's note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy it too!

©faepoetry please do not steal, copy, repost, reuse, or translate my work.

It had been quite some time since you and your husband had any time to yourselves, let alone anytime for intimacy. It had been weeks since Bruce touched you. Since then you had started hinting to him that you wanted to explore, try something new sexually. That's what led to this moment, you on your knees in your shared bedroom in nothing but lacy black lingerie and matching stockings, looking up through your lashes at your husband.

"You look like you were made to be on your knees for me. Wouldn't you agree?" Bruce's voice was low as he circled you slowly, eyes dark and hungry, like a predator circling it's prey. He tsked when you didn't answer him, stopping in front you his hand threading through your hair. "You know what happens to pretty little things who don't answer when spoken to." He said, fingers tugging on your hair just enough to make your scalp prickle.

You swallowed hard as you nodded your head slowly, "I was." You murmured, barely above a whisper, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth softly.

He exhaled slowly, fingers tugging your hair back, tilting your head back to expose the column of your throat. "That was a lousy answer. You can do better than that." His hand left your hair to grab your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Or do I need to remind you how to use that pretty mouth of yours?"

"I was made to be on my knees for you." You whimpered softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bruce's responding chuckle was dark, pleased, as he released your chin. "Better." He let his hand trail from your chin, down your neck. "But let's see if you can follow instructions better." His hand withdrew from your skin, leaving you whimpering. "Pathetic," he murmured. "I've barely touched you and you're already whining? You really are a needy little whore." He took a step away, the sharp click of his dress shoes loud in the quiet room as he let his hungry gaze drink you in. You could see the outline of his cock straining against his slacks, the sight only making more arousal pool between your legs.

"Hands behind your back." He ordered. Your fingers trembled as you pinned your wrists at the small of your back, arching your spine slightly to give him a better view of your tits. "Good girl." He praised softly as he walked behind you, crouching down and you herd him pull a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. The cuffs clicked in place around your wrists, the metal cool against your heated skin.

Bruce’s breath ghosted over your ear as he leaned down, his voice low and rough. “Now, let’s see how well you take what you’ve been begging for.” His fingers traced the lace clinging to your thighs, slow and deliberate, before hooking into the fabric and tearing it aside with a single rough pull. The sound of ripping lace mingled with your gasp, the sudden exposure making your skin prickle. He groaned softly, dragging two fingers through your slick folds. "Look at you. Soaked through just from being told what to do.” He brought his fingers to your lips, smearing your own slick across them. “Taste it. Prove to me you know what you are.”

The moment his fingers pressed against your lips, you opened obediently, tongue darting out to lick and suck the wetness from his skin. Bruce watched, his expression unreadable except for the dark satisfaction in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. "But you're still thinking too much." His hand suddenly fisted in your hair again, yanking your head back sharply enough to make your breath catch. "You don’t get to think. I want that pretty head of yours empty while you take what I give you. Understood?"

You nodded frantically, lips parted around a shaky breath. "Understood." You whispered breathlessly.

Bruce’s smile was dark as he released your hair just to drag his knuckles down your cheekbone in a mockery of tenderness. "That’s my girl." He murmured, before his hand abruptly disappeared, only to land a harsh slap to your ass. You gasped, your spine arching involuntarily. His breath was warm against the back of your neck. “You like that, don’t you?” His palm smoothed over the throbbing skin, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper and you nodded. His hand moved from your ass, sliding between your legs again. Your hips instinctively rocked against his hand, desperate for more. "Fucking slut, already pressing your cunt into my hand like a bitch in heat.”

Bruce’s fingers slid through your slick with deliberate slowness, teasing your clit, never giving you exactly what you needed. His voice was a low, dark purr as he spoke, "Already dripping all over my hand and I haven't even fucked you yet." You whined, hips rolling forward, but he clicked his tongue in disapproval, his free hand clamping down on your hip to still you. “No. You don’t get to move unless I say so.” His fingers retreated entirely, leaving you empty and aching, and you bit back a sob. "God you're so fucking pathetic." He chuckled mockingly as he stood.

You could hear the rustle of fabric as he undid his belt. Then silence fell over the room. Your skin prickled in anticipation, wrists straining against the cuffs. The pause stretched until you whimpered quietly, causing him to chuckle low in his throat. "Aww, is my poor girl needy for cock?" He asked as he circled around you and stood in front of you, giving you a mock pout when you nodded.

His belt came off as he tossed it aside. Then he unzipped his slacks, pulling his hard cock out, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "Open your mouth." He commanded, slapping your cheek with his cock before dragging the head of his cock over your lips, painting them with pre-cum. You parted your lips obediently as he let out a low groan as he slid past your lips, his grip tightening in your hair to hold you steady. "That's it," he murmured, voice rough. "Take it like a good little slut." His hips rolled forward, forcing his cock deeper until your throat fluttered around him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He didn’t stop until your nose brushed against his slacks, your gag reflex kicking in as you choked around him.

Bruce held you there for a heartbeat too long, your throat spasming around him, tears spilling down from your lashes. When he finally pulled back, it was only enough to let you gasp for air before shoving back in, his rhythm relentless. "Fucking gagging on my cock like it's the only thing you know how to do." His thrusts were punishing, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. You tried to focus on breathing through your nose, saliva dripping down your chin and onto your tits, but he didn’t let up, not until your jaw ached and your vision blurred with tears.

Your breath hitched as he fucked your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging the length of his cock over your tongue before bottoming out in your throat. The tears streaking your cheeks only seemed to spur him on, his grip tightening. His hips stuttered, and you braced yourself, wanting him to cum down your throat, but then he pulled out entirely, leaving you gasping, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to the head of his cock.

Bruce dragged his thumb through the mess on your lips, smearing spit and pre-cum across your chin before shoving two fingers into your mouth without warning. You choked around them, the sudden intrusion making your eyes water, but he only chuckled, pressing his fingers against your tongue. "Look at you, still trying to suck even when I’m not giving you my cock. Pathetic." He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, then wiped them on your cheek, leaving a sticky trail. He tugged you up to your feet before shoving you onto the bed on your stomach, your cheek pressed into the mattress as he tugged your hips up, pulling your ass in the air.

Bruce’s palm cracked against your ass again, harder this time. You cried out, arching instinctively, but his grip on your hips was ironclad, holding you in place. “Stay still,” he growled, his voice rough with barely restrained control. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading them wider as groaned. “Fuck, look at you. Already clenching around nothing like a desperate little whore.” He landed a harsh slap to your pussy next.

The slap stung and you jolted forward with a yelp, thighs trembling. His laugh was rough and mocking as he slid the head of his cock through your folds. "You're pretty when you're all desperate and needy for my cock. Promise to fuck you real good, angel. Gonna have my cum dripping out of this pretty little pussy for days." He growled before thrusting into you with one brutal thrust, bottoming out.

"Fuck, you're even tighter than I remember." He groaned, dragging all the way out before slamming into your cunt again. "I've been neglecting this poor little pussy, haven't I?" He asked as he tugged on your hair, not waiting for a response as he set a merciless pace. "Don't gotta worry about that anymore. Gonna fuck my little slut the way she deserves."

Bruce’s hips snapped forward again, the sharp slap of skin against skin punctuating the air as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Your gasp was muffled into the mattress, your fingers twisting uselessly against the cuffs still locked around your wrists. His grip on your hips was bruising, fingers pressing into your flesh hard enough to leave marks that you knew would appear tomorrow. “Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough with exertion. "You take me so well. Like you were made for this.” He spit on your ass, watching it slide down to your puckered hole, his thumb pressed against your tight ass, the tip pushing inside.

His thumb pressed in deeper, just enough to make your hips jerk, but he didn’t slow his brutal pace. “Already trying to get away?” He chuckled darkly, his other hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back, arching your spine painfully. “You don’t get to run from me. You take what I give you.” His hips snapped forward again, driving his cock impossibly deeper. You whimpered, the sound muffled against the sheets, but he only tightened his grip, forcing your body to accommodate him fully. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Let me ruin you.”

Your thighs shook as your cunt clenched around his cock, a broken whimper escaping your lips as he laughed low in your ear. “That’s it,” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “Clench around me like the greedy little slut you are.”

You could feel your orgasm quickly building in your stomach, the pleasure growing so intense you almost couldn't take it anymore. "P- please! Please let me cum. I- I need to cum." You cried out, your tears staining your cheeks and soaking the sheets under your face, your mascara running.

Bruce’s fingers dug harder into your hips, his thrusts never faltering, if anything, they grew rougher, deeper, as if your begging only spurred him on. "Oh, you need to cum?" He mocked. "My poor little angel needs to cum, does she?" He gave you a mock pout, despite the fact that you couldn't see it. His hand slid around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. "How badly do you need to cum, baby? Tell me how much you need it."

Your breath came in ragged gasps, his grip on your throat turning the plea into a choked sob. "I- I need it," you whined, the words barely audible, your hips rocking back against him instinctively. "Please let me cum! Pleasepleasepleaseplease-" Your begs turned into unintelligible whimpers and moans.

His hand tightened around your throat, causing stars to appear in your vision. His hips snapped forward mercilessly, dragging more choked moans out of you. "You wanna cum? Then thank me. Thank me for fucking you like the needy little fucktoy you are." He growled.

Your voice cracked around the words, throat raw from his grip. “T-thank you! Thank you for fucking me-” His fingers loosened just enough to let you gasp before tightening again, cutting off your air mid-sentence.

Bruce laughed, low and rough, his hips never slowing. “Louder. Let me hear how grateful you are.”

You sobbed, the pressure in your abdomen coiling tighter with every thrust, your words dissolving into a broken chant. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Your words tumbled out between moans and sobs.

"Cum. Fucking cum for me, you dumb little slut. Soak my cock." He sneered, hips pounding against your thighs.

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. Your cunt clenched around him, your thighs trembling as your orgasm tore through you. Bruce’s groan was guttural, his fingers tightening in your hair as he fucked you through it, each snap of his hips prolonging your orgasm. “That’s it,” he growled, voice thick with satisfaction. “Fucking ruin yourself on my cock.”

Bruce’s grip on your hips turned bruising as your orgasm wracked through you. He let out a ragged groan, his rhythm stuttering as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck,” he gritted out, his voice raw, “you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice.” His cock throbbed inside you as he gave one more rough thrust before stilling. You could feel his release filling you up. He slowly pulled away and groaned as he watched his cum leak out of your now puffy and swollen cunt. He took two fingers, scooping his cum up before shoving it inside of you again, finger fucking his release back inside of you, making you moan softly.

He pulled away, trailing tender kisses up your spine as he released your wrists from the cuffs. He gently rubbed his thumbs over your wrists as his voice softened. "You did so good for me, angel. Such a good girl." He gently turned you over onto your back, kissing your tears away. "You're so pretty, baby. My pretty little angel."

You smiled as he pulled you into his warm embrace, peppering feather-light kisses all over your face. "You did so well for me. So perfect." He praised, snuggling you in close. "I love you so much, sweet girl." He said softly as he kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. You rested your head on his chest, letting him gently caress your back, the repeated motion pulling you into a peaceful sleep.

As you fell asleep, you made a mental note to do this again.

❀ end note: i seriously cannot get enough of mean!dom bruce. i 100% have more coming for him soon!

❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

[faepoetry]

dick grayson teasing you | 18+ tw: smut, cursing, nsfw content mdni

You whimpered, thighs clamping together as Dick teased your clit again with his fingers. He chuckled as he pulled your thighs apart, spreading you wide. The last 15 minutes had been just like this, Dick toying with your clit. And then when you were right on the edge, your orgasm about to crash over you, he'd remove his fingers.

"Dick, please." You whined, hands clutching the sheets under you.

He leaned over you, his breath warm against your cheek. His fingers traced slow, feather light circles on your clit, applying just enough pleasure to bring you close to climax, but not enough for you to fall over the edge. You arched your hips, desperate for more, trying to chase the high that was out of your grasp. He tsked, pinning your hips down with his free hand. "Uh-huh. I don't think so." He murmured, a grin playing on the corners of his mouth. "You don't get to decide when you get to come. I do."

The mattress shifted under Dick's weight as he settled between your thighs. You could feel his hard length poking your thigh, pre-cum smearing against your soft skin. His free hand trailed up your stomach, cupping your breast as his thumb toyed with your nipple. "You're so pretty when you're desperate for my cock," his lips grazed your ear, "wanna know what else I think is pretty?"

You nodded, a whimper escaping your lips. You could feel him smile against your ear as his fingers left your clit. You whined from the loss of contact only to gasp when you felt his cock slide through your folds. "The noises you make when you're taking my cock." He nipped at your neck, causing you to whimper. "Fuck, the desperate little noises you make while I'm filling you up? Music to my ears." The head of his cock nudged your entrance.

"Please," you whined, the teasing becoming too much to handle. You attempted to thrust your hips up, but he just laughed and pulled away, causing you to groan in frustration.

"You want me to fuck you, princess?" He tilted his head. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs wider for him. "Oh, look at this poor pussy." He cooed, fingers lightly brushing your clit. Your hips jerked from the contact. "She's so needy. I should give her what she wants, shouldn't I baby?" He asked as he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy. You moaned and nodded, arching into his touch. "Ask me nicely and I might give you what you want." When you didn't immediately speak his hand came down, delivering a sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your whole body jolting. "Don't make me repeat myself, sweet girl." He murmured.

"Please. Please fuck me, Dick." You whimpered. "I need it, please."

You moaned in relief when Dick finally began to slide inside of you, spreading you open. Then suddenly he pulled out of you completely, leaving you feeling empty and desperate. You let a frustrated moan and Dick just smirked down at you as the tip of his cock slowly entered you once again. "You better strap in, baby. This is gonna be a long night for you."

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Dick Grayson Masterlist

✦ - smut | ❀ - fluff | ☆ - angst | .ᐟ - dark content

fics + imagines

↳ rain + constellations ✦❀

blurbs + drabbles

↳ dick teasing you ✦

headcanons

↳ nothing yet...

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[smolkittehsmewmew]

Clark: *sees bruce crouched on sidewalk outside of the manor* Bruce... What are you doing?

Bruce: Alfred made Harley give me therapy and Harley said i need to "Heal my Inner Child."

Clark: Bruce you are sitting on the sidewalk watching ants eat a raisin.

Bruce: Yeah.

Clark: How is that healing your inner child

Bruce: ....

Clark: ...

Bruce: My inner child is weird, ok?

[faepoetry]

dick grayson teasing you | 18+ tw: smut, cursing, nsfw content mdni

You whimpered, thighs clamping together as Dick teased your clit again with his fingers. He chuckled as he pulled your thighs apart, spreading you wide. The last 15 minutes had been just like this, Dick toying with your clit. And then when you were right on the edge, your orgasm about to crash over you, he'd remove his fingers.

"Dick, please." You whined, hands clutching the sheets under you.

He leaned over you, his breath warm against your cheek. His fingers traced slow, feather light circles on your clit, applying just enough pleasure to bring you close to climax, but not enough for you to fall over the edge. You arched your hips, desperate for more, trying to chase the high that was out of your grasp. He tsked, pinning your hips down with his free hand. "Uh-huh. I don't think so." He murmured, a grin playing on the corners of his mouth. "You don't get to decide when you get to come. I do."

The mattress shifted under Dick's weight as he settled between your thighs. You could feel his hard length poking your thigh, pre-cum smearing against your soft skin. His free hand trailed up your stomach, cupping your breast as his thumb toyed with your nipple. "You're so pretty when you're desperate for my cock," his lips grazed your ear, "wanna know what else I think is pretty?"

You nodded, a whimper escaping your lips. You could feel him smile against your ear as his fingers left your clit. You whined from the loss of contact only to gasp when you felt his cock slide through your folds. "The noises you make when you're taking my cock." He nipped at your neck, causing you to whimper. "Fuck, the desperate little noises you make while I'm filling you up? Music to my ears." The head of his cock nudged your entrance.

"Please," you whined, the teasing becoming too much to handle. You attempted to thrust your hips up, but he just laughed and pulled away, causing you to groan in frustration.

"You want me to fuck you, princess?" He tilted his head. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs wider for him. "Oh, look at this poor pussy." He cooed, fingers lightly brushing your clit. Your hips jerked from the contact. "She's so needy. I should give her what she wants, shouldn't I baby?" He asked as he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy. You moaned and nodded, arching into his touch. "Ask me nicely and I might give you what you want." When you didn't immediately speak his hand came down, delivering a sharp slap to your clit. You yelped, your whole body jolting. "Don't make me repeat myself, sweet girl." He murmured.

"Please. Please fuck me, Dick." You whimpered. "I need it, please."

You moaned in relief when Dick finally began to slide inside of you, spreading you open. Then suddenly he pulled out of you completely, leaving you feeling empty and desperate. You let a frustrated moan and Dick just smirked down at you as the tip of his cock slowly entered you once again. "You better strap in, baby. This is gonna be a long night for you."

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❀ if you liked this fic then i would really appreciate it if you liked, or commented, or reblog it! thanks for reading! ❀

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