WHY DID I GET THIS JOB, AGAIN?...OH RIGHT, BECAUSE MY BOSS IS ALSO MY BOYFRIEND
Bruce Wayne x Bodyguard! Male Reader
authors note: So, I was blessed today when my feed gave me that gif of Bruce Wayne dancing on top of a table without his top and GASP....I was ready to pounce on that. So, since he isn't real (unfortunately), I will live vicariously through fics and imagine a world where you get to babysit that man when drunk. (And yes I know he isn't really that precarious and it's all an act, but what if party animal Bruce Wayne is the only persona that can act affectionately with his partner outside of their home. Like, people see Wayne leaning on his bodyguard, head nestled on his neck, and they're like 'oh, he's drunk drunk. Nothing to see here.' So yeah!
synopsis: Another night acting as your boyfriends bodyguard. Watching as he danced 'drunkly' on top of a table and making a complete fool of himself. But, to him, it's all in the name of spending 'quality time' with you.
If you could roll your eyes, they’d be lodged in the back of your skull by now. Because your boyfriend was on top of a goddamn table, shirtless, doing what could only be described as a cross between a striptease and a tragic mating dance. People nearby gasped. The sound of camera shutters went off like artillery fire. And still, you stood there, staring blankly ahead and emotionally deceased.
Somewhere back at the manor, you were positive the kids were watching this dumpster fire. You could envision Jason cackling like a witch. Dick laughing it off but dying internally (much like yourself). Damian gagging in disgust and murmuring about how 'low father has fallen'. Tim's, deadpan, 'Oh my god.' While Alfred, bless the man, had likely turned the screen off and gone to bed with a sigh.
Lucky bastards.
At least they could turn this shit off. You, unfortunately, couldn't.
Rather than watching the mess that was your boyfriend, you began to scan the room. Exits. Sightlines. Reflections in glass. Old habits, really, because enemies were a thing, no matter how absurd the setting. The only lifeline you had was that people barely noticed you, and that was exactly how it should be. Just another one of Wayne's bodyguards; just another shadow in a well tailored suit.
But that relief lasted until Bruce decided he was done dancing.
He staggered dramatically off the table and made a beeline straight for you. His arm slung over your shoulders, weight settling against you like he’d just run a marathon instead of having a glass of champagne.
“Whoa,” he slurred, head tipping forward to rest against your collarbone. “Think I overdid it.”
You didn’t look at him. Didn’t acknowledge him. Just adjusted your stance automatically to support his weight. However, inside, you were begging the universe to swallow you whole. The cameras followed. Of course they did.
“My knight,” Bruce whispered, poking your cheek with a drowsy smile. “My mysterious shadow man. Tell me, have you always been this handsome or did I finally drink enough to unlock your true form?”
You remained still like a statue. A really annoyed statue. Which apparently meant that your boyfriend had an invitation to nuzzle your neck.
He was not drunk. This was all a bit. An elaborate cover for the fact that Bruce Wayne was in love with his bodyguard, but couldn’t exactly go around holding your hand in front of the media without starting a frenzy. So this? This was his solution. Pretend to be inebriated. Cling to you like a sloshed koala. Hide his affections behind feigned debauchery.
You hated how well it worked.
Eventually, the opportunity came—a lull in the music, a bored crowd, enough drunken distraction elsewhere—and you seized it. One firm arm around Bruce's waist while the other hastily plastered his shirt to his chest, you made a clean getaway. By the time you got him into the limo, he was grinning like a man who had won.
You shut the door behind him, climbed in, and finally, finally, let yourself react. You turned, leaned in, and flicked his damn forehead.
“OW!”
“Stop pretending you’re drunk,” you muttered. “You’re lucky I couldn’t shove you off the table.”
“You were going to shove me!?” Bruce clutched his shirt to his bare chest like some Victorian damsel. “I was performing.”
“You were humiliating the both of us.”
“I was working the room!”
You let your head fall back against the seat with a muted thud and stared at the ceiling like it might offer divine intervention. “God,” you exhaled. “I need a new job.”
Bruce’s head snapped toward you like you’d just declared you were moving to Mars. “No. No, don’t say that. Take it back.”
“I’m serious,” you said, rubbing your temple. “I could be doing literally anything else. Teaching self defense to kids. Working personal security for someone less high profile. Hell, I could be a lighthouse keeper. Alone. With peace and silence.”
Bruce's bottom lip jutted out slightly. “But then I wouldn’t see you every day.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
“You’re being mean,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “You didn’t say anything earlier when I climbed on the table.”
“Because I was too busy calculating sniper angles and exits in case Falcone’s men decided to get jumpy.”
“Oh.”
You looked at him. “You had, what, one glass of champagne?”
“Two,” he said defensively. “And one of them was very full.” You stared. He wilted. “…Okay, fine, I wasn’t drunk. But I had to make it believable.”
“So you could grind shirtless on a $30,000 table?”
“So I could lean on you in public without anyone asking questions,” Bruce snapped. “You know how hard it is to date someone when everyone thinks you’re Gotham’s most available bachelor?”
“Sounds exhausting.”
“It is!” he said, gesturing wildly. “You think I want to act like a drunken himbo just to get away with hugging you? I hate champagne. It tastes disgusting, yet I drink it for us.” You didn’t answer. Simply, tilting your head to rest it lightly against his. “Besides, admit it. That little spin on the table was hot.”
kinktober ꒱ breeding w/ vampire!clark kent &. vampire afab!reader
⠀ X-RATED ⒅ ꜜ proceed with caution. ⍈ vampire ⸝ supernatural sex. ᝢ power imbalance. ᝢ blood drinking ⸝ bloodplay ᝢ marking ⸝ scenting. ᝢ hair pulling. ᝢ unprotected p in v. ᝢ internal ejaculation ⸝ creampie. ᝢ d ⸝ s dynamics. ᝢ nipple play ⸝ nipple sucking ⸝ nipple biting. ᝢ handjob. ᝢ grinding ⸝ riding. ᝢ pinning. ᝢ overstimulation. ᝢ orgasm control ⸝ orgasm denial. ᝢ predator ⸝ prey dynamics. (ㅤ 11.8k words ㅤ)ㅤ
⠀ ABOUT? ꜜ You swear on your life you will never turn another vampire again, but someone is stupid enough to do their job sloppily and left a human barely alive in a dark alley. That’s when you met him and ended up in this deep shambles of being his creator, but hey, everything is great, except that he doesn’t know how to hide his jealousy, even though you heavily implied you don’t do relationships.
⠀ NOTES ꜜ This is heavily inspired with IWTV 😘 Also… I’m so sorry for this late fic :( but I hope you guys like it.
Some nights in that city felt like they existed just to get under your skin. Tonight proved that feeling right. You were minding your own business while hunting in peace, but somehow you ended up cleaning someone else’s mess in an alley. A man lay slumped against the wall, and his breathing sounded like he was about to give out. He was drained but not enough to be dead because the work reeked of a newborn vampire who fed and then ran before finishing the job. It was sloppy, and it pissed you off because whoever did it clearly had no idea how to follow through.
Walking closer gave you the bad news right away because his heartbeat moved in a way that told you he only had minutes left. You crouched beside him, and his eyes cracked open as if he barely saw you, yet he still tried to speak. That small effort showed that something stubborn remained in him. He didn’t want to die, and that part was obvious. Turning him was a stupid choice even for you, but you hated leaving things half done, so you stepped in and made a quick call even though it wasn’t really yours to make. You knew this meant dealing with whatever came after.
The turning process wasn’t hard, and honestly, it was easy enough for you. Moving his body back to your place took more effort, but you managed it anyway. It also wasn’t new knowledge that newly turned vampires were always a problem. He proved that right away, from the moment he woke up confused and too strong, while you had to keep him from breaking the nearest door. He calmed down once he realized you were the one who saved him, and something inside him latched on, or maybe never left at all. Even after days had passed, he kept showing up wherever you went, and yes, sire, and all that. You knew the deal. He acted like staying close to you made the world easier to handle. You never asked for that, but you knew the risk, and he followed anyway. Somehow, it turned into a bond that went further than you ever wanted.
Maybe it’s your fault because you can’t bring yourself to push him away or force him to find others like him. People pass through your nights in a blink, and the world keeps moving, but he stays. Things work as long as he follows your lead and you keep him in check. The problem starts when he moves closer in a way that goes beyond the bond formed the night you turned him. He listened to you because he wanted to understand this new life and because he trusted you more than anyone else. That part annoyed you at first, but it worked in a way you never expected because he didn’t just follow you. He chose you, and he kept choosing you after that.
At some point, it stopped feeling like babysitting and became a habit. Not in a bad way because it wasn’t. It just meant he was there when the night ended, and you were used to that. Clark learned faster than most fledglings, and not because you pushed him. He listened because he wanted to and because your rules made sense to him. The three that mattered most were feeding schedules, boundaries, and who to avoid. He followed all of it like it meant something, and that made it harder to pretend you weren’t involved.
The bond helped, but it wasn’t the only reason he stayed. You felt the pull, and he felt it too, but there were nights you sent him away, and he still came back later on his own. He wasn’t chasing something he lacked. He was sure of himself and certain, in a quiet way, that this was where things worked best. Like you were the one thing that stayed solid in a world that suddenly asked too much from him. It bothered you how easily he fit beside you without crowding you or asking for permission. You never told him he belonged to you. You never made him feel like he owed you anything just because you turned him or gave him ’another chance in life,’ as he called it.
You never promised him eternity, safety, or anything clean like that. How could you? He was not begging when you turned him, since he barely had the strength to speak at all. What you gave him was direction and a roof over his head. A place to recover when hunger hit and made him reckless. Somewhere along the way, that became trust. Somewhere after that, it became a choice. He did not hang onto you out of need- he stayed because he wanted to. That difference mattered more than you wanted to admit. Nothing really changed after that, and you did not notice how much time passed.
Things felt easier now… easy enough that neither of you bothered naming it and easy enough that Clark was already in the living room when you walked in. He leaned against the wall by the couch and watched you the second you stepped inside, like he had been there for a while. Clark kept his eyes on you for a long moment before he spoke. “You smell like someone else,” he said in a tone that tried to sound bored, but his jaw kept getting tight. He stepped closer while his arms stayed at his sides, like he wanted an answer before he touched you.
You leaned back against the counter while he looked you over, and the quiet stretched long enough for his irritation to show. “It was nothing,” you said, because it was nothing to you. Feeding and fucking and taking what you wanted when you wanted it. It never meant more than that moment. That was how you were with people before him and with him, too. You never named anything. Clark stared at you like he expected you to take it back. He tilted his head slightly, like he was searching your face for something that went past your words. “So I can do that too?” His voice came tight, but he kept it low. “Just find someone when I want?”
You pushed your hand through his hair while he tried to keep eye contact with you. “Do whatever you want,” you said. “You’re not tied to anything.” His shoulders dropped a little when he heard that, and the tension eased out of him, so you pulled him closer by the front of his shirt before he could step back. “As long as you come back here,” you added while your thumb brushed over his lower lip. “That’s the only part that matters.” Clark breathed out in a way that sounded worn and jealous at once. His hands stayed on your waist while he leaned in. “You say that like it’s easy,” he whispered against your mouth. “Like it doesn’t bother me.”
“It doesn’t have to turn into something difficult,” you said while your fingers curled at the back of his neck. “You’re here. I’m here. That’s enough.” He pressed his forehead to yours while his hands kept you close. “Then don’t walk in smelling like someone else,” he said. “I don’t like it.” You smiled against his mouth because his jealousy always came out the strongest when he tried to act calm. “Then keep up,” you murmured. “Or take whatever you want to.” Clark kissed you before you were even done talking, and the move lit something in your chest that always made you act first. The kiss is rough because of it, and your hand pushed against his jaw, so he had to follow the pace you set.
His breath caught against your mouth while you pressed him back, and the next thing you felt was him move the two of you quickly. Fast, as in using his vampire speed, and that told you he was getting excited, which explained why he dragged you straight into the hallway. The wall hit your back once he stopped moving around, but the kiss never broke. His hands were already on your waist, and he held you as he needed you to stay exactly where he put you. You pushed back and bit his lower lip. The sound he let out went straight into your mouth, and the small push from you flipped something in him, which made him pull you closer while your fingers dragged up the back of his neck.
You didn’t let him break the kiss, even when he pulled back just an inch. What was the point when both of you were already dead anyway? His mouth slams back onto yours and stays there. Both of your lips press together hard, like the kiss needs more weight, even if that sounds impossible. One thing stays clear, though. There’s no teasing and no pause. His tongue slides past your lips and moves against yours with no patience. You feel it pushing and turning like he wants every part of your mouth. You don’t make him wait before you copy what he does.
Your tongue presses against his and slips inside before bending just enough to meet him, but he takes over instead, and his tongue presses harder and wraps around yours. His teeth brush your lower lip before he traps it between them and nips it. He holds it long enough before you pull back and bite him, which makes him groan into the kiss. Neither of your hands stays still anymore. One of his hands slides under your thigh and lifts it over his hip while the other pins your waist to the wall. Your hands grip his shoulders and the back of his neck as he keeps you locked there, and his tongue pushes harder against yours.
He grinds into you through the kiss, and when he gets tired of biting your lips, he goes back to pushing his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it, let him slide, and turn with yours, like he wants control, and he knows you’ll give it. He pulls your tongue into his mouth and sucks it as if it belongs to him. He switches between sucking your tongue and biting your lips while dragging your mouth along with his. Your tongue brushes his teeth, and he hooks it before pulling it back into his mouth again.
His hands grip tighter as he presses into your leg while your bodies grind together. Tongues push and turn while lips get pulled and bitten, and his fangs press lightly before pulling back, but he keeps your mouths locked together as he sucks your tongue and drags your lips with his. His tongue slides against yours and moves inside your mouth before he nips at your lower lip again, this time with control. He drags it with his teeth until his fangs press against the corner of your mouth for a moment before sliding back. Your lips stay sealed around his as he pulls your tongue into his mouth again and drags it along with his mouth.
His mouth stays on yours while his hand hooks under your thigh again and lifts you clean off the floor. Your arms lock around his neck right away because he doesn’t slow down, and your body fits against him like he wants you stuck there while he keeps kissing you. His tongue pushes into your mouth again as he tightens his grip on your waist, and he carries you out of the hallway without letting your lips slip from his for even a second. Your back hits the door lightly because he moves too fast while kissing you, but he never slows down.
His hand pulls your thigh higher around his hip as he carries you, and he nudges the door with his foot. The door swings inward right away because it wasn’t fully closed, so he doesn’t even need the knob. The sudden swing pulls both of you forward, and the kiss gets rougher as he brings you inside. He doesn’t look where he’s going because he keeps kissing you like nothing outside your mouth matters. “Hold on,” he tries to say against your lips, but the words get lost because he won’t pull back for more than a breath.
You tightened your legs around him as he carried you inside, and the kiss only broke for one second when he had to fix his grip. It snapped right back as you grabbed his jaw and pulled him down to your mouth again. His teeth caught your lower lip because he moved too fast, and your body rocked with every step as he closed the distance to the bed. “God, you drive me crazy,” he muttered against your mouth, and the way he said it sounded like he didn’t even realize the words left him. He reached the bed and lowered you fast enough that the kiss finally broke when your shoulders hit the mattress.
His breath dragged out of him as he hovered over you, and his mouth stayed close enough that you could still feel how worked up he was. “Look at you,” he said quietly as his thumb brushed your cheek like he didn’t know where to touch first. “You don’t even let me breathe.” You pulled him down by the front of his shirt and caught his mouth again before he could add anything else. His hand pressed near your hip as he leaned his weight over you, and his kiss came back just as deep as before.
Your grip on his shirt pulls him down hard, and he gives in without a fight. His mouth crashes back onto yours as he needs it more than air. The kiss turns wet and messy fast, and his hands brace near your hips like he thinks you might push him away. His tongue pushes deep and stays there as if he wants to lose himself in it. He kisses you like he is chasing something he already lost once. It only breaks when he drags his mouth down your jaw. His lips press open against your neck and stay there. He breathes you in slowly and deeply, like he is checking for something he hates finding. His grip tightens, and his nose stays against your skin.
“I hate that it’s still there. I don’t like it,” he says quietly against your skin. “I don’t like that you came back smelling like someone else. I can still smell them, and I hate it.” His kisses turn more desperate because of it. His mouth opens, and seals against your throat, and his teeth scrape without breaking skin yet. He keeps kissing the same place again and again, like he is trying to wipe it away. The sound he makes gets uneven and small, and it gives him away. This isn’t anger. This is what it's like with nowhere else to go. “You let them touch you,” he says quietly. “And I was here thinking about you and wondering what you were doing and who you were with.”
Your hand slips into his hair and holds him there. “I know,” you tell him. “You can do something about it.” That is all it takes, and he pulls in a deep breath before his fangs press in, and this time they pierce your skin just enough. He freezes for half a second, like he is still checking with you, even now. He drinks when you do not stop him, and he only takes enough to make his point. His mouth stays there longer than he needs, and his hands shake where they hold you down. “I just want it to be me,” he admits against your neck. “I want you to smell like me again. I want them gone from you.” You drag your fingers through his hair and tug. “You already know how to do that,” you tell him and pull him closer with your legs.
He sinks his fangs again so he can drink a little more, but he keeps himself in check. He stays shallow on purpose, and he drinks in a way that pulls a sound out of both of you. His hold shakes, and his body presses closer. When he pulls back, his lips are wet, and his eyes look heavy and unfocused in a way he only gets with you. “I hate how much I want this,” he says like a confession. “I hate that I need you to tell me it is okay, and I still wait for it.” You pull him back down by his collar and kiss him hard. His mouth opens right away, and his tongue pushes in a messy and needy way like he is trying to crawl back inside you. He follows every move you make and gives in completely, like you are steering him by the mouth alone.
He kisses you like he is asking without saying it out loud. His hands cling to you while his mouth stays open and needy, and every sound he makes disappears between your lips. Whatever jealousy sat in him earlier turns into need, and the kiss loses control. His tongue presses hard and stays there like he wants to stay in your mouth. He keeps kissing you until his control slips, and when you bite him back, he lets it happen and follows you without pushing back. He pulls away for only a breath and whispers against your lips like he cannot stop himself. “Tell me you want me. Tell me it’s me. Just tell me it’s me.”
Your mouth stays close to his, and your words brush his lips as you speak. “Want you?” you whisper as your hand slides between your bodies and down to his waistband. “Why would I want you?” You say it in a soft, teasing tone while you pull his button open, and he lets out a shaky breath that brushes your mouth. The sound moves against your lips while his chest presses harder into yours. His hands grip your sides tighter like your answer could break him. “Please,” he says quietly, “Please don’t say that. Please don’t say you don’t want me.”
His forehead drops to yours, and he stays there like he is barely holding himself together, while the feel of your fingers makes him shake harder. Your fingers pull his zipper down slowly while you keep your lips close enough that he waits for the next word. “You really think I’d want someone else?” you whisper against his mouth. “You really think I’d ever pick anyone over you?” The teasing tone in your voice sinks under his skin and makes him tilt his head back as his lips part, and he takes a deep breath. He lets out a sound that does not form into a word before his hips push down without thinking.
His body moves on its own. “I just want to hear you say it,” he says in a soft and needy way, “I want to know it’s me.” His hands flex on your sides as his nails barely touch your skin while he tries to hold himself together like letting go would mean losing you. Your hand slips inside his open waistband, and he shudders like his body gives up. Every small movement of his hips and every short pull of his breath shows how much he wants it and how badly he needs the reassurance you give. “I was teasing you,” you whisper as your lips brush his again, “Of course it’s you.” He tries to kiss you, but your hand tightens in his shirt to keep him in place, and he quiets right away. His chest lifts hard as he tries to stay in control while every part of him reacts under your fingers.
“I want you so much,” he says, “I want whatever you give me. Just don’t leave me like that again.” His voice cracks a little as his teeth drag along his lower lip with need and impatience. You kiss him once, then pull back slowly just to watch how he follows your mouth without thinking. His eyes stay locked on every movement, while his lips part and his jaw tightens, so his fingers twitch with barely held-back urgency. “If you want me that much,” you whisper, “lie back.” He does not ask why. Your hands slide to his chest, and you push him up just enough to free your body from his.
You lift yourself at the same time, and his breath stutters as he looks briefly surprised by the change. His hands hover, as if he wants to touch you, but he stays where he is, waiting for what you will do next. Then you move. Your body braces just enough to gain control, and you use your vampire strength in one smooth motion. Your hands press firmly against his chest, and you guide him onto his back while you shift your weight so he slides free from you. He lets you move him without fighting it, and his back meets the mattress with a soft thud, and then the bed creaks as he settles.
His head hits the mattress and stays there. He breathes out hard through his mouth. For a second, his body tightens like he expects you to push him again, but relaxes and rests on his back when you do not. His hands rest near his sides, and he does not try to touch you. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time and waits. “God,” he says, still out of breath from it. “You can throw me around like nothing.” His hands lift for a second like he wants to touch you, then drop when he stops himself. You move forward on your knees until your body is over his hips. One knee presses into the mattress beside his thigh.
Then the other knee settles on the opposite side, so you are fully straddling him. You lean back just enough to settle your body against his. Both of your hands plant on his chest to hold him down. His eyes widen right away. His mouth opens like he has forgotten how to speak. Every small change in your weight pulls a response out of him. His hips push up in short reflex movements. His fingers twitch but stay put. “You want me,” you whisper as you lean close to his lips again, “Then stay right there and let me see how much.”
His voice drops to a soft and needy tone that shakes a little. “I’ll stay. I’ll let you do anything. Just don’t get off me. Please.” Each word carries need while his body presses upward a little as if quietly begging, while he gives himself over to you completely. Your lips touch his throat while his pulse hits hard under your mouth. His breath reaches your cheek, which feels warm and uneven. Your top pulls tight across your chest as you lean in, so the thin straps slide down your shoulders little by little. The fabric sits close on your torso while your skirt rests low on your hips. It’s short and loose around your thighs, so it lifts each time his hips push up under you.
Clark lifts his arms a little, as if he wants to touch you, but stops himself because you did not tell him he could. His chest rises fast under your hands. His skin feels heated and tight. A small sound slips out of his throat as your fingers curl around his ribs. “Anything I want?” you whisper near his neck. He nods quickly. “Yes. Please.” You press your mouth to his throat while his body jumps once, then eases again. His skin feels warm and thin under your lips. Your fangs slide out slowly and controlled. Your breath moves across his neck so you feel him shake under you.
His fingers dig into the sheets even though you did not tell him to hold anything. “Don’t move,” you say near his skin. “I won’t,” he answers right away in a thin, desperate voice. Your mouth opens wider so your fangs go into him. His breath bursts out of him in a broken sound. His stomach pulls tight. His hips jerk up under you like he cannot help it. A ragged noise breaks out of him while his hands claw at the sheets because he is trying so hard to stay still. Warm blood hits your tongue thick and full. It moves down your throat steadily and sweetly.
Your nails press deeper into his chest as you drink from him, even and unhurried. His heartbeat pushes against your mouth. His whole body trembles under your weight, so you feel every reaction he tries to hold back. “God,” he gasps as his voice cracks like something inside him gives in. While you drink, he loses control for a moment. His fingers rise from the mattress, then hover near your waist before they slide up to your strap. He waits there shaking. He does not pull yet. He waits for you. “Can I?” he whispers. His voice gives out. “Please. I want to touch you.”
Your fangs stay in his neck while he asks. His breathing breaks down under you. His arm shakes as he holds the strap with only his thumb brushing your skin. He is begging without saying the word. You pull your mouth off his throat at an unhurried pace, so blood runs down your lip in one warm line. His eyes go wide when he sees it. His chest rises fast again, like he can’t breathe right. You speak low. “Push it down.” He freezes for half a second, then his hand closes around the strap. He slides it down your shoulder carefully and slowly, like he fears you might stop him. His other hand rises to the other strap, so his knuckles move over your skin, soft and unsure.
“More?” he whispers. His voice is thin and hungry. “Please tell me I can.” You look down at him when he asks, and your breath feels hot in your throat from everything he is already doing to you. “You can,” you say in a low voice. The second you answer him, he moves. He pulls one strap down, and it slides over your shoulder until it hangs loose from your arm. He does the same to the other strap, moving it with restraint so his knuckles run over your skin, making his breath shake. Your top sags around your chest as the straps fall away.
The fabric sits loose against you and nearly slips lower, yet stays in place only because your body is leaning forward. “You look so good like this,” he whispers, his voice soft yet not helpless. His stomach tightens before he pushes himself up fast, like he needs your approval on everything for him to breathe. His hands slide up your arms, then around your waist so that he can guide both of you upright. He sits up with you still straddling his hips, and your knees stay planted on the mattress. His back hits the headboard with a thump, and the bed moves under both of you.
Your body stays pressed against his chest while your legs stay open around his hips. His breath hits your throat hard as he settles against the headboard. His hands drag down your waist slowly until his fingers find your straps again. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but he ends up letting out a rough, short sound instead. His fangs press against his lip, and he drags one hand over your ribs, then lower until he is holding your waist firm. He pulls you closer by your waist so your chest presses into his. “Come here. Let me see you.”
Your hands slide up his chest, and you keep him back against the headboard with your weight. His breath stutters as your fingers move over him. His hips push up under you in a quick way he can’t hide. You lean in until your face is right above his. “You want more?” you say in a low voice. He nods right away and keeps his eyes on yours. “I want all of you.” You feel his hands find the edge of your top again. He grips the fabric at the sides and waits like he won’t move unless you say so.
Your eyes drop to his hands, and you smile. “Go on,” you say. He takes his time. He slides his hand under the hem of your top and pushes it down instead of lifting it. The fabric moves over your chest, then bunches at your stomach. Your bra stays exposed, and he keeps his eyes on it. A quiet breath slips out of him before he can stop it. His hands pause for a moment before moving again. One hand moves up the center of your body and presses his palm against your chest while his thumb runs along the edge of the bra like he needs to check that it’s really there.
“You keep doing this to me,” he says quietly. “You show me everything and then look at me like that.” You lift your chin. “And you stay right here,” you say. “All worked up.” He bends forward without thinking. His face presses into the space between your chest, and his mouth opens as he breathes you in. His nose drags along your skin. His lips softly touch your skin next, but it’s a little clumsy and needy. He kisses where your chest meets the bra, then again a little higher, like he can’t decide where to put his mouth. His hands slide around your back.
One palm rests flat between your shoulders. The other goes to the middle of your back, then moves lower until his fingers touch the clasp. He doesn’t open it. His fingers stay on the clasp as it matters too much to him. He leans his face closer and stays there. His breath feels hot on your skin, and his voice comes out muffled. “You smell like him a little,” he says. “Still.” The words come out petty, and his fingers curl like he’s trying not to deal with it. You let out a small laugh above him. “You already said that,” you tell him. “Are you going to keep bringing it up every time you get close to me?”
“I can tell,” he says. “I hate that I can tell.” Your hands slide into his hair, and you keep his face right there. “And yet you are still all over me,” you say. “So what does that say about you?” His mouth opens against your chest. He kisses again, but slower this time. His fingers grab more firmly at your back. “It says I don’t care,” he says. “It says I want you anyway.” You roll your hips once over his lap. Not fast but just enough. “Good,” you say. “Because you are not moving from this spot.” He makes a quiet sound into your chest and presses closer. His arms wrap fully around you now. His face stays against you like he doesn’t want to pull away.
His hands move on your back. One stays firm between your shoulders while the other goes down again to the clasp. This time, he doesn’t stop. Fingers hook it and open it slowly because rushing feels wrong. His face stays pressed to your chest through all of it. His nose moves along your skin while his mouth stays warm and close. A small sound leaves him when it finally opens. The bra loosens at once. One hand cups it and pulls it down from your chest inch by inch. The fabric moves over your breasts and then gathers under them. His head stays down, and he tugs it lower again until it slips past your ribs.
You grind down on him while he’s still doing it. Slow and heavy. Your hips drag along his lap, and he stiffens right away. “Hey,” he whines into your chest. The sound is small and tight. “Do not do that.” You do it again. Teeth drag over your skin without warning. Not hard but just enough to make the point clear. His mouth moves and then closes over your nipple. He sucks slowly, then bites just a little as annoyance and neediness mix together. Your breath catches. Hands press tighter against your back. One slides lower until a palm settles at your waist, keeping you right where you are.
“You are doing this on purpose,” he mumbles into your chest. You tilt your head back. “You keep touching me,” you answer. “What did you think would happen?” A rough sound leaves his chest, and he bites again. This time harder. Then he sucks like he wants everything from you at once. His hips jerk up once without thinking. “Stop moving,” he says, even though he does not want you to. His voice comes out wrecked. “Or do not stop. I do not know.” You smile and grind again, just slower. Just cruel enough. His arms tighten around you. His face presses back into your chest like he wants to stay there. His mouth keeps going like he can’t make himself stop.
“Stay,” he mutters. “Right there.” His face stays pressed to your chest while you grind down on him again, like you did not hear his small attempt at telling you to stay still. A rough breath slips out against your skin as he feels every slow drag you give him. He tries to hold himself together for a second, but it falls apart fast. His hands slide from your back to your ass in one clean move. Fingers lock around you firm enough that you feel every part of his touch, and he pulls you down exactly how he wants you.
His hips push up at the same time, like his body can’t wait for you. The pressure lines up perfectly, and a needy sound slips out of him against your chest. You do it again, slow on purpose, and he meets you halfway. His grip tightens on your ass as he guides your hips into his, the exact way his body asks for. His mouth opens against your skin, and he kisses whatever he can reach. The kisses land messy and unplanned. Small ones that turn into longer wet ones when you grind a little harder. He opens his mouth more and finds your nipple again.
He sucks your nipple slowly, like rushing would ruin it. The pull sends a full-body jolt through him, and he breathes out shaky against you. His other hand stays on your back to keep you close, so you barely move away from his mouth at all. You grind down again while he sucks harder, and a sound falls out of him that sits between a groan and a whine. His hips jerk up under you because he can’t hide how badly he wants more. His forehead knocks into your chest for a second, like he loses track of himself.
“You are doing this on purpose,” he says against your skin in a shaky voice. “You know what you are doing.” You give him one slow roll of your hips that drags right over him. “Of course I do,” you tell him. He makes another quiet, helpless sound and pulls your hips down again as he needs you to keep going no matter what. His hands stay tight on your ass while he drags you forward the way he wants. His face stays pressed to your chest, and his lips move in small, weak kisses that turn into short, wet pulls each time you grind down on him.
You move slowly by choice. Each roll hits him just enough to make him follow your pace without giving him control. He tries to talk against your skin. The words spill out in a shaky breath. “Please,” he says. “Please keep moving.” You smirk above him because his voice sounds like it's about to give out. You grind down again while his fingers spread wide on your ass and press you harder to his lap. His hips push up into you, even if he’s trying his best to stay still as you told him to. His mouth opens against your chest, and he sucks again with a needy sound that runs through him.
You drop one hand between your bodies while you kiss the side of his head. Your fingers slide under his open waistband and touch his skin. His breath cuts off, and his body jumps under you because he didn’t expect it. You move your hand lower until your fingers close around him, then you pull him out of his pants in one steady motion. His cock sits firm in your hand. A short sound comes out of him and presses into your chest. His mouth stays on you, and he keeps kissing you like he’s trying to stay in control.
His thighs tighten under you. His hips lift once, then stop when he catches himself. “You sound so worked up already,” you say in a low, taunting voice. He nods against your skin because he can’t speak yet. He kisses you again, then his teeth catch your chest in a quick bite. A small sound slips out of him when you stroke him once from base to tip. His mouth opens on your skin again, and he sucks harder because he can’t help it. You move your hand slowly just to get a reaction. His breath hits your chest fast while his hips push up, trying to follow your hand.
His fingers tighten on your ass, and he pulls you down against him like he is asking without saying it out loud. “Too fast?” you say. He shakes his head right away. His voice falls apart into the next kiss he presses to your skin. “No,” he says. “Please keep going. Please.” Your hand moves again. Slow. Firm. Done in the way you know will undo him. His forehead presses to your chest, and his body shakes under you as you stroke him with a long, dragging pull of your palm. “You want more?” you whisper against his ear. He tries to say yes, but the sound comes out as a whine against your chest instead.
His mouth stays closed around your nipple while his hips push up under you like he is trying to close the space even though you already sit on him. His hands hold your ass firm, and he drags your hips down the way he needs. His breath turns rough against your skin, and he pulls again with his mouth without being gentle this time. He sucks harder like he wants to mark the place with his mouth, and you feel the want run straight through him. Your hand tightens around his cock, and he lets out a small, ruined sound into your chest.
His hips jerk again, and he sucks even harder as it keeps him in place. He tries to move your hips again, but you keep the pace slow on purpose. “See?” you whisper while your fingers squeeze him tight, “I am taking good care of you.” He groans into your nipple and his hands dig deeper into your ass. His forehead presses into your chest while he tries to breathe. You feel him shake under you like he is about to give in. “So you don’t have anything to be jealous about,” you whisper against the top of his head.
He shakes his head once against your chest since he can’t talk yet. His mouth slides over your nipple again, and he keeps sucking because he doesn’t want to stop. You loosen your grip around him, and he gasps against your chest when your hand pulls back. His mouth stays on you, but his hips push up hard like he wants more. You grind down slowly over him, and his whole body jumps under you. His hands guide your hips the second you move, and he drags you down on him again, even though he tries not to.
His mouth stays on your nipple, and he sucks hard while you grind again right over him. “Good,” you whisper, “now let me make you feel good.” He nods into your chest with a small, needy sound and pushes up into your grind, giving himself over. He sucks harder around your nipple like he needs the contact. His breath hits your skin thick and uneven each time you grind down over him. His hands slip under your skirt without stopping, and he drags his palms up the back of your thighs until he reaches your waistband. He hooks his fingers under it, and he pulls because he wants you right there.
It happens messily and is rushed with no patience behind it. His voice hits your skin in a desperate whisper. “I need you,” he says against your nipple. “Please- I need you.” You swat his hand away before he can get your panties down, and he freezes all at once. His mouth stays on your chest, but his body stops as you cut him off mid-thought. His voice drops soft against your skin. “Please,” he says again, but it comes out smaller. His forehead presses to your chest as his hands lock on your hips. You hold his face there, then grind down slowly over his lap just to watch how fast he reacts.
His hips lift without control, and he pushes up into you like he is trying to get through the fabric. You tighten your hand around him, and he gasps hard into your chest as the feeling catches him off guard. “I know,” you whisper over the top of his head. “You are being so desperate for it, so it’s not hard not to notice you do.” He lets out a small needy sound against your skin. His hands slide lower on your hips, then lift you up just an inch, like he is asking for more without saying it. His mouth finds your nipple again, and he sucks with more pressure this time.
His teeth catch lightly on your skin while his breath comes out unevenly against your chest. His hands squeeze your hips tight enough that his arms start to shake. “I need you,” he says again. “Please stop teasing me, I need you so bad.” His grip stays tight as he lifts you that small inch like he wants more but won’t say it. His voice sounds rough against your chest when he says he needs you, but you don’t move right away. You hold his face there for a second with your hand in his hair while his mouth stays open on your nipple like he can’t pull away.
You decide to stop teasing him when you feel done with it. You sit up slowly, and his head follows your chest without thinking. Your skirt lifts with one hand while your other hand pulls your panties to the side. You can feel how wet you already are from grinding on him, and you know you don’t need anything else to be ready. His breath hits your stomach hard when he looks down. His hands stay firm on your hips like he is holding himself back so he doesn’t grab you again. You guide yourself over him. You feel how hard he is right under you.
You lower yourself down slowly and steadily. The tip goes in easily since you are already wet. His body jumps under you. His head falls back against the headboard. His mouth opens, and a sound leaves him right away. “God,” he says in a rough voice. “You feel so good. Please keep going.” You lower yourself more and feel the pressure build as he goes deeper inside you. His hands stay tight on your hips like he is afraid to move you too fast. His thighs tense under you, and his breathing turns uneven.
You brace your hands on his chest and keep lowering yourself until you take all of him. His stomach tightens under your palms. His lips press to your skin again because he cannot stop touching you. “You needed me, right?” you say low while you move your hips once to settle around him. “So watch how I give you what you want.” He cries out softly at your words. His fingers dig into your hips again. His eyes stay on yours like he is trying not to lose it under you. “Need-” he says again. “P-please- Need you-”
Your hips start to move slowly at first, then you move faster. The slide goes down with a wet sound between you, while his cock fills you easily since you are already wet. His breath cuts out when you settle on him, then you lift again and drop back down so the weight pulls another sound from his throat. His hands grip your hips, and he holds you steady while your body keeps going in an up and down motion; he can’t stop. The sound of your skin hitting his comes out harder each time your hips meet his lap. Wet sounds mix with every grind and bounce as your cunt tightens around him every time you sink down.
Your chest follows your hips, and it lifts each time you rise. Each drop forward makes your chest bounce in front of him, and he watches without looking away. He pushes his hips up to meet you, and the slap sounds louder when both of you move together. You keep both hands on him so you stay in charge. One hand stays on the side of his face, and your thumb moves over his cheek slowly as you ride him. Your other hand hooks behind his neck so you can pull him closer when you want. His eyes stay heavy on you, and they shake a little while he tries not to give in.
His hands slide lower until both palms hold your ass tight. He guides your hips down harder on him. His fingers dig in as he pulls you down again, and his breath breaks halfway out. “S-shi-” his words cut off when he whispers, “You feel so good.” You grind slow on him just to hear the wet drag again. The sound fills the space between you. His head tips back for a second, and his mouth opens with a short sound he does not plan to make. You use your hand on his face to pull him close again. “Look at me,” you say.
His eyes lift right away, and he holds your stare while his hips jerk up into you as his body reacts on its own. His breath shakes again when you drop down harder. You move faster, and the slap of your hips against his gets louder. The wet sound follows every bounce while his hands grip your ass tight like he is trying to keep up. His head lifts again, and his mouth presses to your chest as you ride him. He leaves small, open-mouth kisses across your skin while he struggles to breathe through each thrust. “Hahh- please,” he whispers against your chest, “Don’t stop- p-please.”
Your hand on his neck tightens while you push down on him again. Your chest bounces close to his face, and he presses a fast, messy kiss to your skin when it moves near him. His hands squeeze your ass harder and his hips push up to meet you each time you move. The bed rocks under both of you from how hard you move together. A wet sound comes up under you as your cunt holds him tight. His voice breaks again into a thin sound when your hips speed up. His whole body pushes up into you because he needs it, and he holds onto you like he doesn’t know where else to grab.
Your hips keep working on him, and the wet slap hits louder each time you drop down. His hands lose their grip a little on your ass as he tries to keep up with you, but his breath keeps stopping short, and his thighs tense under you like he’s about to give up. You drag yourself up slowly, and you feel the way his cock almost slips out before you drop again. The sound between your bodies comes wet and heavy. His head falls forward against your chest, and he lets out a weak, strained sound against your skin. He tries to speak, but it comes out rough and broken. “Please,” he says in a thin voice, “Please let me… let me hold you. Let me… ngh… let me help.”
You feel his hands slide higher on your ass because he won’t hold back. His fingers press under you, and he lifts you up with a rough pull like he wants you higher on him. His hips drive up from under you all at once, and it makes your breath cut short. He lifts you again and sets you down hard so the slap comes out loud. The next one comes measured. Then harder, and he lets go. Each time he pulls you down like he wants you lower than him. His breath hits your chest fast and broken while he tries to speak again, but the words come apart in his mouth.
“I need you,” he says against your skin. “I need you so bad. I need to be deeper. Let me… hah… let me do it. I want all of you.” You feel the way he lifts you again, and this time, he holds you up halfway while his body goes tight from wanting to drop you back down. His voice breaks. “Please,” he whispers. “Let me. I want to feel you take me all the way. I want… I want to give you everything.” Your hand tightens on the back of his neck to steady yourself, and you feel how worked up he is. His hips jerk up again in a hard, fast push that hits right inside you. It pulls a quick sound out of both of you at the same time.
You look down at him, and his eyes are open wide and fixed on you. He isn’t trying to move you. He is asking you. He is giving you everything he’s got. His hands tighten under your ass, and he pulls you down again with a need that comes out of him. A broken sound slips out of him as he pushes up into you again. “You feel so good,” he whispers. “Please let me stay like this. Please let me put it in you deeper. I want to fill you so bad. I want to give you everything.” He lifts you again and drops you onto him in a quick, rough move.
The slap hits hard, and his whole body jumps with it. His mouth presses to your chest again as he lets out another rough sound against your skin. “Hahh… let me give you what you want,” he says. “Please. I want to put it inside you. I want all of you. I want to fill you.” His hips keep pushing up into you as his hands stay tight on your ass, pulling you down like he wants you closer. He grabs your hips fast like he’s scared you’ll stop him, and he pushes up into you hard. The force makes your body jolt, and your mouth opens with a quick “ah-!” You can’t hold back.
His hands stay tight on your waist while he keeps pushing his hips up. Each thrust hits deep, and the sound between you turns wet and loud. You feel it in every push he gives you. His breath comes out short and uneven as he keeps moving against you, as if nothing else matters. “You feel so good,” he whispers against your chest. “Please let me keep going, please let me.” He ruts up again, which makes your whole body react as your back arches and your thighs shake. Your hand tightens at the back of his neck because the feeling hits too deep. He groans into your skin as he pushes up once more, like he’s trying to get as close as he can to you.
He thinks you are letting him take over. He thinks you will let him fuck up into you as much as he wants. His hips keep pushing up into you, and every thrust sends a wet sound through the room. Your chest bounces in front of his face, and he kisses whatever part he can reach while he breathes through it. His voice cracks when he talks again. “P-please,” he says in a quiet and shaky way. “Please- I- I need you- don’t stop me- please-” You let him do it for a few more thrusts. You feel every uneven push. You feel how he tries to pull you down harder and how his hips shake under you because he’s almost there already.
Then you move. Your hands slide up his shoulders, and you push him back down to the headboard again. Not rough. Just firm enough that his hips stop moving. His breath stalls in his throat, and he looks up at you with wide eyes like he can’t believe you stopped him. You slowly lower yourself on him again, and a broken “n-nngh-” leaves his mouth against your chest. His hands stay on your waist, but they loosen. He lets you hold him there. He lets you take control back. You grind down on him in one slow roll, and his head drops back against the wall. His mouth falls open. His chest lifts fast under you like he’s about to come
“Thought I was going to let you fuck me however you want?” you say in a quiet voice. He shakes his head once because he can’t get words out. His hands stay on your hips like he’s scared to move them. You lift your hips, then drop back down harder. Skin slaps together with a wet smack, showing how wet you are. His whole body jerks under you, and his voice breaks into a soft “mmf- ah-!” The sound cuts him off as his breath trips. “Yeah?” you say while you keep riding him steadily and full. “Going to let me do it?” You pick up the pace. His hands grip your hips again just to hang on.
He doesn’t try to guide you. He just takes every drop and every roll as your cunt tightens around him. The bed rocks under both of you, and his voice slips again with each thrust. “Hahh- please,” he whispers. “Please- don’t stop, please don’t stop, please.” You keep the same pace because you want to feel it all. His body shakes under yours. His hips jump when you drop down like he can’t help it. His breath falls apart as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the room. He wants it so badly it becomes pure need.
Your hips move faster, and the mattress starts to move under both of you. It lands roughly every time you bounce on his lap, and the wet sound fills the room. His head lifts from the headboard, and he leans up a little while trying to follow you. Your cunt tightens around him on purpose, and a broken sound slips out of him as he leans in. “Ahhhn-” he whispers against your neck. “Keep doing that. P-please… don’t stop-” His hands grip your hips too hard now. He tries to guide your pace, but he can’t keep up with you.
Your body keeps going up and down fast, and he starts to lose it under you. His hips push up hard every time you come down, and his breath hits your neck in short, uneven pulls. His mouth finds your skin, and he kisses wherever he can reach. His lips move over your throat. His jaw presses against your ear. He whines into your skin, and the sound breaks against you. “Nghhh- I need it,” he whispers. “I need you so bad. I need all of you.” You feel his mouth open against your neck, and he tries to bite in that weak, begging way he always does when he’s close.
His breath comes unevenly, and his voice breaks on the next word. “I want it inside you- I want all of it- please… let me- please.” You roll your hips down slower to test him, and his body jerks up into you because he can’t wait anymore. His fingers dig into your waist, and his mouth stays pressed to your neck. His voice comes out rough against your skin. “Mm- please.” A small sound slips out of you when his hips jerk up under you.
The movement hits deeper, and you gasp while your breath catches near his ear. You press your hand to the back of his head and pull him closer until his face stays tight against your neck. “You want it that bad?” you whisper steadily, and the break in your voice shows how good he feels inside you. You bounce down on him again as the sound comes out loud and messy. “You want it all inside me that much?” You squeeze him harder and press down until he’s all the way in you. Every gasp and jerk from him makes you grind harder against his body. “Hahh- yes,” he whispers, “Yes- please… I want all of it. I want it so bad, please.”
You clench around him on purpose, and his hips thrust up hard as he loses control of the movement. A tight breath slips out of you when he hits deep enough to pull sound from your throat, “o-oh.” His breath tears out of him in a rough, broken “hngh-!” against your throat. He tries to hold your waist, but you move quicker and press harder, which makes him fall right back into just making helpless sounds. Your body lifts fast, then drops again as your tits bounce hard with every thrust into him. A soft whine slips out of you as the feeling builds in your stomach and your fingers tighten in his hair. His mouth stays on your neck, and he keeps kissing your skin between breaths because he can’t help it. His voice shakes every time he pushes up into you. “Oh god- please… please- keep going, please.”
You grind down and hold him there tight, and a needy sound slips out of you from how full it feels. His whole body locks under you because you steal the breath from him. His forehead presses harder against your neck, and his voice comes out thin and needy. “H-hngh- I need you- need all of you- I swear I’ll give you everything-” Your hips lift again, and you ride him fast enough that wet sounds mix with the slap of skin while your breath starts to break between each move. A quiet breathy “mm- fuck…” slips out without warning while he drags through every place inside you that makes you lose it.
His voice breaks into small, messed-up sounds under you. His hands slide to your ass and squeeze hard as he tries to thrust up with you, but can’t keep up. You lean close to his ear, your breath hot and uneven, your voice dropping low and teasing. “You want to fill me so bad?” you whisper, and a moan slips right into the words. “Then show me how much.” His hips snap up into you on instinct with nothing held back, and a broken “nnngh” hits your neck as you ride him faster.
His mouth stays glued to your skin, dragging slowly and desperately, while his fingers dig into your waist and shake. Your breath breaks out of you when he thrusts up again, and it drives straight into you. He’s right there, and he knows it, but he can’t stop himself. Your hips slam down on him over and over, and the sound keeps filling the room every time you take all of him. His cock stays deep inside you, thick and twitching, and he makes ruined sounds against your neck while he fights for air. He buckles up without thinking, but it does nothing because you stay on top. You set the pace, and you take what you want.
His hands grab your ass hard as his fingers dig in like he needs something to hold onto, and he thinks gripping tighter might make you give in. You don’t. You ride him faster, and you use his body how you want, so his grip turns desperate. He tries to speak, but the sounds break apart instead of forming words. “Ahhhn- please-” he whispers into your skin. “Please- I-I can’t- I’m gonna- I’m c-close-” You feel it when his cock jerks inside you as it suddenly feels fuller while his hips start giving out beneath you. His stomach pulls tight as you lean forward, then pin his chest with your hands and grind yourself fully down on him.
“Look at you,” you say right in his ear. “That’s all it takes?” He whines, and the sound tears out of him as he presses his face into your neck like he’s trying to hide. “Please,” he says again while completely undone. “Let me come- I’ll do anything.” You squeeze around him on purpose, making his whole body jolt. A choked sound spills out of his mouth as his cock twitches inside you. His hips snap up hard, and the hit pulls a soft sound from you because he lands deeper inside you. Your nails drag through his hair while you force him back down to your pace.
You move faster, and his breath breaks into short, busted pulls. “P-please-” he breathes, “D-don’t stop- don’t- please… I need you.” You drag your hips down slowly for one deep grind, and the wet sound slaps loudly between you. His whole body jerks because he can’t handle it, and you feel him try to thrust up, but your grip on his shoulders keeps him pinned. You grab his hair and yank his head back just enough to make him look. His eyes go wide, and his mouth stays open as his chest heaves hard under you. Your lips brush his ear. “You want to fill me so bad?” you whisper, and the last word comes out rough.
You tighten around him again. “You feel that?” Your hips start moving again fast and hard, so you use him until his breathing breaks. He whispers your name over and over as his hips twitch and his cock jumps deep inside your pussy. He tries to keep up and can’t. His hips jerk up in a useless shove, and he gasps against your neck. “I can’t-” he says, “I can’t hold- s-still… I need you- I n-need-” You slam yourself down harder so his cock drives all the way in. He groans and whines like he’s gone past stopping while his mouth scrapes over your neck and leaves wet, messy kisses.
He cries out and jerks under you when you drop onto him. “G-God-” he begs. “Please- let me cum inside you-” You clamp around him tight, then bounce on him harder. His cock kicks inside you, and thick noise rips out of your throat. You slam down on him and keep his head pinned by his hair. He whimpers and tries to lift his hips, but you force him down. “Look at me,” you hiss. “You don’t come unless I say so, and you only cum when I want.” His hips jolt, and his legs give up. His cock drives into you while he sobs your name. You fuck him with your hips until he falls apart.
Your hand hooks in his hair and yanks his face up off your neck, so you force his eyes on you. His eyes stay blown open and empty, and you see how fucked he already is. “You want to fill me that bad?” you whisper as your voice slips because he’s hitting right. “Cum inside me then.” He locks up for a split second, then his body gives in. His hips slam up into you fast while his body goes tight under you because he can’t stop. He spills broken noises and curses while he drives up into you, sloppy and needy and wet. You ride him back through every thrust while his cock stays buried deep inside you.
Every breath he rips out hits your ear and makes your cunt squeeze tight around him. “Ahhh- fuck-” you moan as he shoves himself deeper inside you. His body jerks under you as he barely keeps control. His hands lock on your hips and force you down while you grind hard to keep him buried. “Please- please- please,” he pants. “I’m- c-close- let me cum.” You bounce faster just to ruin him, and your voice comes out wrecked in his ear. “Do it- h-hngh…” He whines and presses his face into your neck while broken sounds fall out of him. His hips thrust up on reflex and make you feel every movement of his cock while he hangs on by nothing.
“I-I can’t… ahhh… please…” he pants with his voice breaking up. You lean down and press your mouth to his ear when you whisper, “Then come for me. Give it all.” Your hands hold him flat while your hips slam harder and keep him right on edge. His breath cuts off as his hands grab at your hips, trying to pull you down, but you keep him pinned. His body jerks hard before he loses it. His hips drive up into you again and again while his cock hits deep inside your wet cunt. His moans fall out broken while he shoves his face into your neck and pants against your skin. The way he bucks up into you is sloppy and desperate while his cock is buried deep.
He cums deep inside you while his body jerks and spills as you clamp around him and ride him through it without stopping. Your chest moves hard while you try to catch your breath, and your head tips back. “Fuck… you feel so good,” you murmur, and your voice comes out rough and uneven. His hands grip your hips to keep you there, and he jerks under you again as a broken sound pulls out of him. You press your palms into his chest, then keep rocking on him slower just to feel him twitch inside you.
His eyes clamp shut while his jaw sets hard, and he bites down, trying not to lose it, but your body keeps working him and forces every sound out of him whether he wants it or not. Your pussy soaks him while he keeps pulsing deep inside you. A short, breathy laugh slips out of you because you are worn out and breathing hard as you lean down and brush your mouth over his shoulder. “You okay there?” you whisper. Your voice stays soft and teasing while watching him squirm. His grip tightens once before it lets go slowly, and he lets out a long breath like he is pulling himself back together.
“I… yeah… just you,” his voice barely holds together. You rock back harder this time because you want to feel him push through you. Every twitch hits right after. Your fingers dig into his skin to hold yourself in place while his body shakes under you and gives you everything he has left. You come hard while riding him, and every thrust makes your body jerk as he empties into you. You clamp tight around him while he breaks under you. His breath comes ragged as he tries to talk, but can’t get the words out.
“God… you’re insane,” he finally mutters while shaking under you. You drop your forehead to his chest, then stay pressed there. Your bodies slide together, and the wet sound stays loud. His breath comes out rough. You keep moving, and he lifts just enough to follow without taking control. His sounds fill the room. Sweat runs down both of you and leaves you slick and sticky. You lean back with your hair stuck to your forehead and grin down at him.
“So messy,” you tease as you press your chest to his and drop your weight hard on him. He twitches under you repeatedly with a broken sound before he yanks you closer with his arms locked tight around your waist like he can’t let you pull away. You rock once more on instinct, but stop the second his grip clamps harder. You stay there panting with your skin slick against his. His body finally gives out under you, and he slumps back into the headboard. “Do not move,” he mutters into your shoulder. It’s not commanding, but sounds desperate, like he needs you stuck right there.
You stay right there and grin. “I am not the one clinging,” you say lightly as you roll your hips just enough to drag another sound out of him. His head falls back against the headboard, and his eyes stay shut tight. “You are heavy.” You lift your head just enough to look at him. “Rude.” One eye opens a crack. “I mean that in a good way.” You snort and lean down again, then scrape your fangs slowly along his jaw without breaking skin. Just enough pressure to make his whole body go tight. He freezes right away. “Oh,” you say softly. “Aw. Look at that. Still feeling sensitive.”
His hands tighten again. “You did that on purpose.” You trace your teeth down to his throat and hover right where he jumps. “Obviously.” You stay there until his breath stutters under you. Then you pull back smiling like you know exactly what you did. “Relax. If I wanted to bite you, you would already know.” He lets out a long, dramatic exhale. “You enjoy this way too much.” You rest your forehead against his again, pressing your weight into him. “And you love pretending you do not.” He opens his eyes this time and locks onto you. “Next time,” he says slowly, “I am not letting you sit there smiling like that.”
You laugh and lean back just enough to make him keep looking. “Next time you say that, too.” His mouth twitches. “Yeah. And yet.” You stay on his lap pressing down instead of pulling away, and choose not to answer. He seems fine with you staying put with your bodies stuck together and breathing hard. You stay on his lap, letting his hands keep you right where you are. He doesn’t care that both of you are sticky and sweaty because that closeness gets under his skin almost as much as the sex. It’s where he wants you the most.
summary: after spending your day with Clark taking you on a shopping spree, you decide to give him a little show.
Clark Kent x fem!reader | wc: 5.1k
contains: smut, nsfw mdni, dry humping, oral/fingering (fem receiving), soft!pleasuredom!clark, bap!coded reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pet names, name kink, scent kink (?), multiple orgasms, unprotected pinv, dom/sub dynamics, slight subspace, mating press, dirty talk, clark curses, plenty more nasty things tbh
a/n: hello! dovie here coming in quite fashionably late to the Galentine's Party being hosted by @pinksplace and @wildflowersandvibranium this post combines both spicy prompts from Days 1 & 2 as I am a procrastinator dealing with a laptop that hates me. Days 3 & 4 along with a master list will be up tomorrow, and hopefully m'not still playing catch up afterwards so we'll see for the rest. reader is bap coded but no specific physical descriptions, so anyone feel free to read! :) enjoy!
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No sounds could be heard from your bedroom other than wet, sloppy, suction, muffled groans, and the choked gasps that tore from your throat. Tears streaming down your face as Clark drug your third orgasm of the night out of you with a deft that only he knew.
You'd just gotten home from probably the longest shopping spree you'd dragged him on yet in your fairly fresh relationship, and while he was happy to hand you his card, hold your bags, feed you throughout the day, and spectate each ensemble you'd chosen from the doorframe of various fitting rooms; there was one store you'd gone remiss to giving him a show in. La Perla. A luxury lingerie establishment housing prices that made his eyes nearly bulge out of his head as you browsed the store.
You wouldn’t give him a show there of course, opting instead to make him wait until you got home as it was something you'd both preferred to remain in the confines of your private space, considering you knew good and well what would follow.
Set after set of lingerie and robes comprised of lace and silk, along with chiffon peignoirs that barely covered you front to back had left him red in the face and tight in the pants halfway through, even though his bank account screamed at him when you rang it all up. As you pranced around and asked him what he liked best, you knew none of them could prepare him for what you grabbed while he wasn’t looking.
When you stepped into view once again from the dressing area of your walk-in, Clark's heart skipped a beat when finally he saw you. This one specifically nearly made him abandon the plush armchair you'd stuffed him into for a front of the house seat of your little fashion show.
An ensemble of scarlet silk, delicately lined with whispers of lace, cups that barely covered the height of your nipples, and panties so small he bet they only covered the front of you had him groaning under his breath. Noticing the stark difference in his reaction to it, even though the others were notably enthusiastic, you could tell this one signaled the tipping point of his composed demeanor.
He looked so handsome and perfect sitting there so lax after the day you had. Hair mussed and fluffed up, with no belt on his slacks and his tie resting haphazardly on the floor, shirt near halfway unbuttoned. Legs spread, sporting the hardened tent in his pants in a way that made you feel faint, your thighs getting slicker by the minute. Your cheeks became flush as you lured him, "You like it Clarkie? Think this one's my favorite." His breath shuddered as he replied, want dripping from his tone, "Mhm. Absolutely honey, think it’s my favorite too,” his head tilts as he admires you, eyes glazed over and full of lust as they drag over your form. “C'mere, wanna see it up close." You drifted to his spread out form slowly, already anticipating what was to come next once you were in arms reach. When you closed in, he sat up and his legs automatically went wider, an understood invitation for you awaiting his embrace. One you eagerly accepted.
"Gosh. This is perfect baby, saved the best one for last huh?" He exhaled as if he was holding his breath the entire time once his hands found purchase on your thighs, firmly gripping and rubbing them as he took you in. You couldn't help but chuckle at the state you'd reduced him to, "Actually this isn't the last one, mister, but ‘m glad to see you're a fan." As his hands made their journey up and around your waist, Clark felt like the luckiest man alive in this moment, something you managed to make him feel constantly every time he even thought of you, but to have you in front of him, in his hands like this, was something entirely different. "C-can you turn around please? So I can see it all?", you let out a breathy giggle as he practically positioned you himself, "'Course baby."
He choked on his own breath at the sight—he fucking knew it. Your posterior form was practically bare in front of him, the thin straps of the top and bottom leaving zero to the imagination whatsoever. There was nothing to connect the strings of the thong but a small, sateen heart pendant, one a shade darker the rest of the fabric. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, and you lightly shrieked in surprise as he groaned and left searing kisses to each of the plump globes of your ass he adored so much, "Clark!" you yelped, as one of your hands instinctively found his curls in a light tug.
"Mmn, 'm sorry baby,” “Just couldn't help it. You look so beautiful like this." he spoke as he adorned you.
After letting him revel in his daze as he kissed, caressed, and looked you over, you decided to usher him back to reality and employ your secret weapon, the element of the surprise you knew would snap the last taught wire of his resolve. And as you spin back around to look him in the eyes, a glint of mischief shines in yours.
"Wanna see the best part?" "Don't think it can get any better than this doll, but shoot." he gestured as he looked up to meet your gaze with a dopey, dimpled smile and light squeeze of your hip.
You placed his hands back onto the armrests and leaned into him even further, simultaneously nudging him to sink into the chair, a somewhat confused expression gracing his content features as you began to kneel one leg to seat in between his, lifting the other until the arch of your foot brushed just by his ear. Clark felt his heart stop, genuinely stop, for the first time in his life. They were crotchless. His decidedly favorite pair of lingerie you'd ever worn, were also crotchless. They left you open to him, laid bare, glistening inches from his face, so close he could taste the nectar that seeped from you already as it overwhelmed his senses. He sat there wide eyed and somehow even harder than he'd come to be in the past hour, and couldn't help the moan that slipped out of him upon taking in the sight. "Hook, line, and sinker." you thought.
After a moment of weighted silence, he finally broke. "Gah— a-are you trying to kill me sweetheart? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you just did," He sighed out as he sat there in shock, one hand gliding its way up your lifted leg back to your hip, the other ghosting towards the slit, moreover your slit, as if he was hypnotized by the sight. “This was my favorite part when I saw ‘em, thought you’d appreciate the easy access just as much as I do.”
Clark had already fallen over the cliff of his breaking point, now there was no going back. The cerulean eyes you’d come to know and love had clouded over, and the darkness of his pupils left only a sliver of the man who held restraint. The trap you’d set ensnaring him in totality; prey now becoming predator. Your breath hitched as he began to lightly swipe his middle and ring fingers through your silken heat, and as he drug his eyes up and away from your center, he was met with the gaze he’d been hoping he would be, the one that need not be accompanied by words, the one that said you needed him. Right. Fucking. Now.
Slowly, Clark leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to your already puffy clit, one hand gripping your thigh as the other cradles your ass, afterwards surging upwards to scoop you into his arms. As your legs straddled his waist one by one, he finally took your mouth into his and groaned at the feeling of your cunt already soaking into his bulge, walking you both the path to your bed with decisive intent. He was gonna ruin you in the best way. The way your moans vibrated against his lips as you ground down onto him made him want nothing more than to lick, suck, nip, and kiss every single inch of you. He could feel how eager you were getting the more desperately you jumped at him.
“Mm, you’re gonna make me cum before we hit the bed hun” he spoke against your lips, “M-hm, want you too. Want it messy.” You smiled back to him before nipping his bottom lip, mouth once again attaching itself to his, and you let out a squeak as he gently dropped both of you onto the bed, giggling slightly at the plush bounce of your bodies upon realizing he used his super speed to get you there.
Clark didn’t let your bodies part for one second, immediately pressing himself into your core, eliciting a moan from your kiss swollen lips as he began to grind himself into you, relishing in the wet warmth that left a growing wet patch right atop where he throbbed for you. “Mm, oh-Clark”, “Feels good huh pretty?” “Mhm” you nodded against his mouth, kisses growing sloppier the more you took pleasure in each other. “Want you to come just like this for me, okay? This’ll be your first for tonight. Just keep grinding on me baby, can you do that?” You nodded as his mouth began to make its way down to one of his favorite places to kiss you, the junction right between your jaw and your neck, the spot he knew always made you melt. Alternating between licking and sucking his way back and forth from there to your clavicle on each side, and you were already so drunk on him that you barely registered when his hand gently gripped your face in an effort to get your attention.
“Hey. I asked you a question baby, y’ got enough manners in you to give me your words, don’t you?” His tone was stern but his eyes shone nothing but a mix of adoration and hunger when reflecting back into your starry ones, it wasn’t only you that sunk into a—particular—headspace when you were intimate with each other. Clark waited for you to muster up the mind to give him what he wanted, no matter whether or not he continued the torturous rolling of his hips into yours, grinding in a way that put even more pressure on your throbbing center, causing the slick between you to grow. You were a smart girl, he knew that better than anybody. You were his smart girl, and the smug bastard wasn’t gonna cut you any slack even if he indeed was intent on turning that pretty head of yours to mush in this moment.
With the slightest lift of his hips from yours, you instinctively wrapped your legs tighter around his broad waist, “Mm-no! Please, I’ll be good! Yes, yes! I’m sorry.” “Yes, what baby?” “Yes I’ll keep grinding.” “Yes, what baby?” He stopped fully, separating your cores. A whine of desperation tumbled out from your throat, tears beginning to well up at the abrupt halt of your pleasure. “Yes Clark! Yes, I’ll keep going! Please don’t stop, please.” Clark let out a quiet, proud chuckle once you finally gave the correct answer, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips as he resumed his ministrations, singing your praises between the dancing of your tongues, “Mmhm. Atta girl, knew you could do it. So good f’me” His hands found their respective positions to keep you situated perfectly within his grasp as his movements gained a new fervor, one cradling the nape of your neck as the other pressed bruisingly into your hip. With the accumulated slick that both of you had contributed to, he felt himself nearing his peak with how easy it was to slide against you, how much clearer the outline of your pussy could be felt with the fabric of his pants soaked through, though he was intent on making sure you got there first.
The shift of him against you became heavier. The short but firm strokes each you gave the other in tandem were becoming more frantic, more animalistic as you neared your peaks.
“Clark! Oh, Clark– fuck, I’m–hmm, ahhyes” you frantically gasp into him, tugging his dark locks while nails dug into his back, both a telltale sign that you were almost there. “I know baby, it’s okay. Don’t stop, such a good girl for me.” Clark himself was starting to leak as he tensed against you, breath hot against your neck. When he returned his mouth to yours, you both swallowed each other's moans as you finally came in tandem, your panties and his slacks utterly ruined. Through languid kisses that never seemed to wanna separate, he slowly pulled away from you, a string of saliva holding you in place. When your eyes fluttered back open, you found Clark had a look in his eyes that told you he was just getting started.
He peppered kisses over your flushed forehead, cheeks, and neck, each leading lower until he was eye level with your pert nipples, which now spilled halfway out of the fabric. He took the left one in his mouth, tongue flat and suction seeping through the thin silk as his hand fondled your right, pinching and tugging just how you liked. He groaned in delight when he licked a stripe across the valley in between them and his senses were barraged with the scent of your various body oils and perfumes.
As his tongue made its way to your right nipple, his left hand slid low to your soaked heat, pleased with the slick sounds it made as he began to further toy with you. “Mm—Clark ‘m sensitive.” He nipped and grazed his teeth against you in response, forcing a small hissed moan from you that he’d never admit pleased him as much as it did. He knew how much you liked it anyway, being just as taken by him as he was you. “Sensitive already baby? Haven’t even got to taste you yet.” He spoke through the wet kisses he dotted along the peaks of each breast.
He suctioned himself from you, a glint in his eyes and a hazy smile to match indicating you were in for trouble that he’d certainly charm you into, “How about this? I’ll start off real gentle, nice and slow. Just how you like so it’s not too much. If gets to be too much you just say the word. That work sweetheart?” You could feel yourself rhythmically twitching under his palm, which cupped you with its fullness in tight, slow circles that held firm pressure, enough to work you back up without discomfort. The little crinkle in your brow and the low moans that began to build up from the back of your throat let him know your answer. He took kitten licks and nipped at the bottom of your lip, before asking you once more, for explicit consent as he always would, “Gonna let me make you cum again, hm?” he asked, pressing and holding down into you, your slick trickling steadily down his hand. “Mhm. Yes please.” “That’s my girl.” kiss “Such good manners too.”
He gave you one peck to your temple and another that lingered to your lips before making his favorite descent, shrugging his white button up off, leaving his soiled bottoms intact for the time being as his knees hit the floor and he tugged you to the edge of the bed.
When he finally came eye level to your leaking cunt, he felt the drool pooling on his tongue, wasting no time to spread you wide with his fingers and deposit it right onto your hood, watching as the mixture of it and your lacrimation leak down past your ass and puddle onto the bed. He inhaled deeply, nosing at you lightly before licking a wide stripe from your opening to your clit. Stopping there, he gave it a sweet peck and began to lightly suck and swirl his tongue. As he lavished your sweet little bud, his eyes fluttered closed and rolled back into his skull while he reveled in the decadence that was you. It was true that your mouth would always be his favorite part of you to taste, and of course would be the more appropriate answer if anyone–well you–were to ask. But she, she was a close second by a long shot compared to anything else.
“Fuck! Ugh. Ohh that feels good.” “Mmm feelin’ better baby? She’s cryin’ she’s so wet for me, so sweet.” Clark spoke, switching back and forth between licking and suctioning himself to you. His arms scooped under your spread thighs, gripping as they came around to tug you wider and hold you there. The enhanced exposure to your flesh spurred him to increase the intensity, eyes flicking up when he heard your cries heighten in pitch, making sure you were still satisfied. The longer he kept up with his new pace, the more you began to buck against him, already feeling your next high come to take you.
“Ah! Oh my–Clark! Ohhhhm, yes! Hah, m’gonna hm–,” “Mmmhm” he moaned against you in response, “I know hun, just let go for me.” Your climax undulated higher and higher until it came over you in a white, hot fury. Clark’s grip on you tightening in response to you beginning to writhe even further, one hand latched tightly to his hair, the other toying with one of your nipples. As the aftershocks were still hitting you, your breath started to hitch when you felt him drink you in even stronger, tongue lowering to your hole so he could slurp you down, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb. Your eyes peered down, squeezed shut in ecstasy just a moment ago, now wide and hysteric, letting tears freely flow.
Clark’s starved gaze met you from below, piercing into you with a lust he couldn’t contain if he wanted to. “Clark, wait! I-I can’t, I can’t. s’ too muchhh!” “Yes you can baby,” his fingers now replacing his mouth inside of you, his tongue rubbing tight, pressed rings around your swollen nub, “Can feel you almost there, mm let me taste it. Give me one more, m’ right here.” You felt like you were going to implode. The heat and hum of his mouth, the slick wetness making messes of you both, the grip he held you in, and the near crippling expression of want he reserved strictly for you made the tears flow even harder. The worst part of it all was that you reflected the same gaze back to him in equal measure. You could give yourself the grace of closing your eyes to ease the intensity of the moment, but you wouldn’t. You didn’t want to look away.
You loved when Clark took you like this. You loved how he could make you question your existence with his mouth alone, whether it was interlocked with yours or worshipping any part of your body, but especially right here right like this. Here Clark was in his element. With the experience you’d gained in relationships and sex in all your years, no one on the planet had made you feel like he did. No one could take you apart and put you back together the way he did, love laced in every caress, every kiss, every time you met eyes, every time he cradled you in his arms like you were made for him. You couldn’t help but cry out, letting your wanton moans flow freely, loud and pornographic, not giving a shit what the co-op board would have to say about it.
“Ahh–fuck! Oh yes, yes baby! ‘M cumming–oh hmfuck ‘m cumming! Please don’t stop, pleasepleas–mngh” Clark’s own moans grew to a volume nearly reflective of your own. Seeing you like this above him, droplets of tears streaming down your cheeks and neck, mixing with the sweat pooled at the valley of your breasts, torso pulled taught as you writhe against him in all your glory made him want to cry himself. “Mm fuck baby, that’s it. Ride my face, taste sooo good pretty.” His hands left your thighs to interlock with one of yours and take over the other toying with your nipple, the displaced palm now clawing at his wrist as you reached your third peak of the night. You screeched as streams of your release gushed wildly from you, soaking the lower half of his face and trickling down his stomach, Clark making sure to keep his nose pressed into you as he swallowed all you would give him, eyes penetrating your teary ones with a look of perverted pride, letting you ride the last bit of aftershocks out on is mouth.
He pressed wet, lingering kisses on each side of your inner thighs, taking little nips at the plush skin there. Slowly but surely making his way up to doing the same to the softness of your stomach, licking up from your rib cage to one of your nipples, giving each a like suck and peck in appreciation for you, worshipping you has his thumbs rubbed reassuring circles on your pulse and hip. When he finally got to your face, he flashed you that signature smile that showed he was satisfied with the mess he’d made of you.
Hovering above you, he leaned down to press more soothing kisses to your face, eventually settling on your panting lips like he held the breath of life himself, mouth tasting like your cum. When your breathing finally evened out, he checked in to make sure you were okay as always. “How ya feelin, sweetheart?” “M’okay.” You nodded, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck, seeking out his unique scent to ground you. You then basked in the feeling of having come down from what you think may be the best orgasm you’ve ever had. That was until you felt Clark’s weight settle into you—he was still hard.
A muffled, “Clark?” rang into his chest. “Yeah hun?” You shifted your hips into his, pressing into the weight lying atop your entrance. “You’re still hard,” pulling back you looked into his eyes, “wanna keep going.” His large hand brushed over your cheek as he lowered to press a kiss to your temple, “You sure about that?” His line of kisses led him right back to your mouth, simply hovering, waiting for a clear answer. With a slight nod of your head, eyes never leaving his, you whispered the magic word, “Yes.”
The sequence of events could be described as nothing outside of erotic. Clark fully undressed himself as he devoured you, your mouths ravishing one another, working in tandem to make sure you didn’t part. When his pants and boxers finally slid off, he settled onto your heat fully, moaning as he finally could feel you how he wanted, skin to skin, his cum from earlier mixing with your slick. His hips shifted back and forth, letting the tip of his head catch on your pretty, swollen clit in an effort to stimulate himself in a way that was driving you insane.
“Clarkkk, stop teasing,” you moaned against his lips. He smirks and can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle at how desperate you still were, even after he’s already overstimulated you for the night. “I’m comin’ baby,” kiss “promise.” After a few more moments of gathering your combined lubricants around himself, his head finally breached your walls. Clark now audibly moaning at the warm, wet welcome you offered him. You both inhaled a long gasp, and as he fully sheathed himself within you, exhaled brokenly, deliriously into the other’s mouth. “Fuck” “Fuck” you simultaneously express, eyes trained in on those opposite. Immediately Clark sets an even pace, massaging inside of you so perfectly he already had you clawing at his biceps and back. Your resounding moans like a siren song to him, the more they grew, the more he wanted to chase them. “Soo so good for me sweetheart. So tight and wet. Feel s’good on me.” “Ohh fuck, feels so—ugh! So good in me Clark! ‘M so—fuck, so full.” “I know hun, shh-hah, I know. Can feel her suckin’ me so tight.”
Clark’s hips began to shift from a steady grind into something more erratic, plunging into you with an earnest unlike before. He began to suck harsh marks onto your neck and decalitage, moving his arms from where they held him up at the sides of your head to hook under your thighs. He hiked them up over his shoulders and pressed his full weight into you, locking you in the meanest mating press. “Ah-ah-ahh, mmhah! F-fuck! Clark! I-ahh!” “Ohh fuck yeah, yeahh that’s it. There’s my sweet girl.” He drove into you so deeply you felt like he’d made it to your throat.
Sweat began to make him glisten under the low lighting of the room, outlining every dense muscle and curve of him, illuminating just how much of an Adonis he was. The features of his face shone so handsomely being imprinted with ecstasy. To him you were nothing short of art. Your eyes bleary with newly formed tears starting to fall, kiss swollen lips forming a perpetual pout that made his heart swell. Your supple breasts now spilled completely out of your bra, Clark’s tongue and hands finding them like a magnet. His senses were overwhelmed by the sweet smell and taste of you, the animalistic musk of your sweat mixing together making you even more intoxicating, your pretty moans and thundering heart the only sounds he could focus on. You were perfection. “It’s so fucking big! Ughh-mm, ah-hahh.” He could feel you climbing fast as he targeted your sweet spot with precise force, doubling down on his efforts when he felt you start to constrict and release him tighter and tighter. “Shh-shit baby, take it. ‘S all yours. Aaatta girl. Takin’ me so well, pretty girl.” The words of praise shot directly to your pussy, causing a new gush of slick to seep from you that left a creamy ring where you both connected. Clark, ever the observant lover, groaned at both the effect he had on you and the newfound ease at which he could fuck into you. “Ohhh gosh, fuck baby. Who’s got you this wet huh?” he implored as he drove into you even harder, ready to usher you both over the brink. You, barely able to hear him let alone respond, couldn’t do anything but let the sounds of your pleasure tumble out of you. He took your jaw in his hand, not intending to tease you this time, but to make sure he got exactly what he wanted when you came—your eyes on his and his name in your mouth. Always.
He gave a light tap to get your attention, and once he did, posited the question once more in a low, gruff tone, “Tell me who makes you this wet Y/N. Tell me who makes you cum like this. Want the neighbors to hear who makes you feel this good. Let ‘em know for me honey.” With his stormy eyes piercing into yours, you felt the crescendo of your peak engulf you, sputtering out as best as you could. “Y-You! It’s you, Clarkie, only you! Always you!” “Ugh fuck, make me feel so good. ‘S so fucking good—ahhngh love it! Love you! Love you so much baby.” Clark brought you into a wet kiss, full of clashing teeth and tongues when you finally answered him, loudly moaning into you now that he could finally let go. He snuck his hand down to glide across your beating button, the added stimulus causing you to gush out over him again, squirt splashing between you as he kept thrusting. “Fuckkk yes. Mmhm, make a mess on my cock baby. Gah-nghuhh fuck me. Give it all to me, Clarkie’s here. I’ve gotcha.” He pulls away to look at you, only to find you wide eyed, wet lashes already expectantly holding his gaze, bottom lip tugged beaten your teeth. Clark then let that very sight put him over the edge. “Gonna put my cum so deep in you. Mmmhgh, gonna make sure you don’t wear a skirt for days with how much of me you’ll drip. Have you feel me, just me. Deep inside you all goddamned week.” He pressed his forehead into yours, using his x-ray vision to watch as the ropes of cum pulsing out of him hit directly against your cervix, whimpering as he filled you you to the brim before it began to seep onto the bed.
He collapsed on his side, simultaneously pulling you along and then on top of him without letting your centers part, both of your chests heaving. His big arms cradled your spent form as you lay your tear streaked cheek onto his broad, damp chest. His hands caressing your thighs, ass, and back, squeezing here and there. The room smelled of sex and the underlying sweetness of scented candles lit previously in the day, both of you basking in the blissful silence.
After a few moments, Clark broke it. “Think you should model your shopping sprees more often.” He spoke into your hair. Pulling at the nape, until he tilted you to look at him, and leaned down to beset a tender kiss on your lips. Your chest still heaved when you held onto him as he did, “I bet you’d like that huh big guy?” You couldn’t help the tired smile that graced your features as you shared a look of enamore, completely smitten with each other. He cradled your face with both hands and met you halfway when you leaned up again to press a deep, open mouthed kiss to his swollen lips, the taste of you still lingering there. You broke it ever so slightly to whisper a “Thank you,” “for the whole day, not just this. I love you,” kiss “so” kiss “much.” Clark smiled into you as he did the same, lips still ghosting over yours as he responded, “Of course doll.” “I” kiss “love” kiss “you” kiss “even more.” The final brush of his mouth ghosting from your temple to the crown of your head. With that you resettle against him, conjoined and spent, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as sleep takes you. The only thought on your mind being what on earth would happen when you got to show him the rest of your goodies.
Billy Batson is the child superhero that all Peter Parker fanfiction writers want Peter to be.
I'm serious. Look.
Child hero who should be doing other things more suited to his age? Check!
Works with adult superheroes in a group? Check!
Possible billionaire father figure? Abso-freakin-lutely. Billy's last name is literally "Batson" BAT-SON.
It even comes down to AU stuff too.
Homeless Peter? Billy's already homeless.
Orphan Pete without a legal guardian? Same thing.
Not to mention, there's so much more flexibility with Billy than with Peter. With Peter, you're pretty much bound to only the spidery stuff, and if you wanna expand past that, it's gonna seem weird without context. With Billy, anything can be explained away with magic.
He can shapeshift? Champion of Magic.
He is smarter than the average 9-13 year old? He has gods in his head, because he's the Champion of Magic.
All in all, Billy is legit perfect for the identity reveal, "oh wow he's just a kid omg we're so horrible for making a kid do all of this omg", fics that people love writing Peter Parker into.
Anyways thanks for coming to my TED talk #gangsta #swag
a/n: i’ve wanted to write for dick for SOOOO long. i’ve imagined dick grayson to look like johann fitch for forever… but visualize who you’d like ofc. and yes i made the other dcu characters friends instead of family (i also made them regular citizens except dick…my fault). my goal is to make this three parts but i want to see if this does well! i hope you enjoy <3
synopsis: you and dick were both friends… with benefits. to your friends, you got along just as much as the next friend in the group. but beyond the study sessions and weekend bar runs, you and dick had something more. something… undefinable. but what happens when you learn something about him that no one, not even your closest friends, knows?
c/w for p1: mentions of violence, some stalking, and angst (next chapter is lighter i promise)
word count: 5.8k
pairing: dick grayson x f!reader (college au)
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there weren’t many words to describe dick grayson other than brooding and quiet.
he was the type that never spoke unless spoken to, which was very few and far between. you and your friends loved to tease him over the fact that he probably wouldn’t be able to hold a girl down for longer than a month because of his stoic nature.
he had some things going for him, though. he was kind, he was pretty reliable when push came to shove, and he was always willing to ditch his studies to spend time with his friends. but still, he had the personality of mister terrific on indica.
you two were more than polar opposites.
he was a cinephile and certified book nerd; you were more of a sitcom girl. he loved documentaries; you loved sports and watching challenges on youtube. if he couldn’t sleep, he’d spend hours in the gym until his legs gave out. you? you took your chamomile tea hot and took some melatonin and hope you’d wake up the next morning.
you both had little to nothing in common. so how did you and your friends manage to keep him in the group for so long?
well, the real question you asked yourself was… why did you find yourself so intrigued by him?
was it the fact that, despite barely having anything in common, he was always willing to learn about your interests? was it the fact that whenever he wore a basic t-shirt his arms looked like they could lift and throw buildings from one end of gotham city to the other? or was it the fact that despite his broad frame and huge build, he was always so gentle in how he spoke and interacted with those around him?
ok, so maybe there were a few more words to describe dick. but the reciprocator of your feelings was not something you expected.
the first time you and dick kissed was in the winter of your sophomore year. it took you by surprise, of course, considering he never so much as hinted that he was attracted to you. or anyone ever, for that matter.
you’d all been at a random frat party celebrating the end of another semester and the end of a tortorous finals period. all of your friends had been there, drinking and dancing like a loved one had just returned from war.
you’d had a few drinks, trying to maintain your poise, but the noise coupled with the compactness of the party was too much for you. you’d felt way too nauseous to stay any longer. you weren’t drunk, but you knew damn well you weren’t going to throw up in a random building with people you didn’t know due to the sticky air and booming speakers.
you’d made your way to the door, too overwhelmed to tell your friends that you were leaving. but dick saw you. weirdly, he always did.
“hey, are you headed home?” he queried.
you nodded, too overstimulated by the profuse sweating and blaring music from the frat. you pushed your way through a few more people, throwing in muffled apologies and awkward waves, before you’d finally made your way outside.
the air outside was probably around fifty degrees colder than the crammed and stuffy room you were just stuck in. at first, the cold air was refreshing, and then it became overwhelmingly uncomfortable.
and of course, dick noticed your quick disdain with the frigid temperature.
despite your protests, he’d given you his jacket that he somehow managed to wear throughout the muggy and dreadful party. you didn’t know how he managed to keep his cool (literally) in that outfit.
during the walk to your off-campus apartment — which you lived in with a phd student named monica that you’d met on facebook marketplace — he kept up with your banter. truth be told, the two of you had spent four moments alone together away from the group. two of those moments involved him walking you home after a party, one was when you both got to a study session earlier than the rest, and the fourth moment was now.
so his quick-witted but playful jabs took you by surprise, but it was entertaining and comfortable. and you wanted more.
damn it.
because by the time you’d made it up the staircase that led to the entrance of your apartment, your cheeks were red both from the cold and from his domineering gaze.
and you didn't want to look away.
you didn’t know how to part ways with him. do you hug him? give a smile and pat on the shoulder? a wave? you didn’t know how to act when you were with him.
but you dealt with awkwardness the way you always did — making fun of the other person.
and if there was one thing you knew about dick (and learned from the twenty minute walk to your place), there was nothing dick hated more than being called by his full name.
“well thanks for walking me home… richard,” you gibed. his eyes initially widened but then narrowed onto your upturned, pinkish lips.
but instead of a frown, dick started to smirk too.
your back had been pressed slightly against the door as you faced him, but with the way he was looking at you, you needed the door for balance more than decoration. because he looked at you like you were his favorite meal and he hadn’t indulged in years.
you couldn’t tell if it was the intensity of his stare or the shortness of your breath, but it felt like he’d moved closer to you. closer to the point where your potentially frostbite-ridden cheeks were being fanned by his minty breath. his piercing blue eyes were only further exaggerated because of the crisp air and dark atmosphere of the night.
but all of his dreamy features, silly expressions, and compelling personality traits were leading you to want one thing.
to kiss him.
“you know i don’t like my full name,” he started while inching closer to you. “but for some reason i don’t mind hearing it from you.”
you eyes widened at his words. was he serious right now?
that was probably the boldest thing he’d ever said to you. all while coupled with the small glint of mischief in his eyes and the way his smirk had deepened, you felt yourself losing composure.
yeah, you needed to kiss him.
“hmm and why’s that?” you coaxed, feeling bolder than you previously thought. you lifted your body slightly off of the door to level your eyes with his own, but you grossly underestimated how tall he was.
“don’t know, maybe i just like hearing your voice,” he replied. the smirk on his face was still there, but he looked almost unaffected by the brazenness of his own words.
"oh really?" you chuckled, arm lightly shoving his own. "you know you shouldn't joke with people like that, they might just take you seriously."
instead of laughing, he lifted his arm to rest comfortably on the wall behind you right next to your head.
“who said i was joking?” he smirked, all humor from before was lost in his deep voice. he moved the slightest bit closer to you, the tips of his shoes bumping into your own, but you barely noticed.
because you'd felt all the nerves settle into your stomach. you tried to maintain your cool, but you were sure he could tell just how nervous you were. you wet your lips with your tongue as a distraction, but that only brought his attention from your eyes to your mouth.
he was looking at you like if he blinked you'd somehow dissipate into thin air. yet at the same time, he looked like he wanted to devour you right on your doorstep.
the teasing from before was gone, just dilated eyes and the bristle of the wind taking up space in your mind.
"dick, stop joki-”
"if you don't want this, i'll leave right now and we don't have to mention this ever again," he quickly replied.
and that was all you needed to hear.
because under your half-broken porch light at 1am, with no one around, you and dick kissed.
you don't remember who initiated the kiss, maybe you’d accidentally tumbled into his mouth or he actually made the intent and acted on it ─ but it was slow, comfortable, and definitely not the last kiss you shared that night.
and for the next few months.
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that was one semester and summer ago, and now you were in your third year at gotham university.
truth be told, you hated gotham city. you thought it was entirely too small, way too much violence, and frankly, you hated everyone besides your family.
the only thing you hated more than gotham city was gotham u, which housed and “sought to educate” the most annoying people in the city. to be frank, the only reason why you chose to stay in your hometown for college was because of the school’s highly ranked nursing program and because your best friend, melissa, also chose to attend gotham u.
and because melissa is the complete opposite of a social pariah, she managed to rope in your other group of friends — stephanie, tim, jason, damian, and dick — into the mix.
since that one winter night with dick, things had been… very different. though nothing happened for the few months after that night, things quickly took an odd turn.
who the hell were you kidding? the two of you had been sleeping with each other for the last five months.
during the semester, you’d exchange awkward glances when sitting across each other at the dining hall tables, you’d send him soft but stiff smiles when you accidentally bumped into him in a public, and he’d always stare at you a bit too long after you’d finished saying something to him or the group at large.
yet no one noticed, which you were both slightly shocked but eternally grateful for.
but when no one was around ─ after hours ─ he'd climb up your fire escape to your window and knock. three soft knocks, not too loud to wake up your neighbors but enough for only you to hear. you'd feel the thrill each time but opened the door with a deadpan expression as if you couldn't care less. then he'd deeply and truly make you feel the most bliss you'd ever felt in your life. he took his time, putting your pleasure above his own. every single time.
you'd go for multiple rounds, especially on nights when he was extra stressed, which always worked to your benefit. he'd murmur soft "good girl" and "just like that's" into your ear which drove you over the edge every time. afterwards, he'd play with your fingers as you laid on his naked chest. he'd sometimes sleep over and the next morning, leave with a quick kiss to your forehead.
during the summer, due to less academic pressure, he'd come over more frequently from bludhaven to gotham to see you. he'd give you multiple rounds of enthralling and incomparable sex. he'd stay after and eat takeout with you in your bed while binge-watching his favorite film series: die hard.
everything with dick was almost perfect, but it wasn't enough.
you and dick had agreed to friends with benefits as opposed to a real relationship for many reasons. the main driver being that you didn’t want whatever feelings you had for each other get in the way of the group dynamic. you valued your friendships with them more than whatever novel feelings you had for dick.
even though that caused you to struggle, a lot. but it was for the best, you thought.
you had no problem revealing yourself physically to a man, the thought of him seeing your body was never the issue. it was the deeper, more intimate moments of vulnerability that you would not reveal to just anyone. you were afraid of being hurt, you just couldn't stomach the thought of it. this dynamic with dick was all you'd let yourself enjoy.
on the other hand, dick also struggled with vulnerability. but more than that, he had a secret. his identity as nightwing that no one knew about, not even his friends. if they did know it would be too compromising for their safety. and more than anything, he wanted to protect those that he cared about.
especially you…though he’d never admit it.
but it didn’t matter now.
because now, it was the second week of your third year and everything had been running smoothly. your roommate, monica, had taken a two month vacation and because you couldn’t find a sublet, you’d have the place to yourself for the next few weeks.
your friends had all come back from home and you guys finally had fallen into a rhythm again. your classes were perfect, prepping you for a future career in nursing.
and dick was… well, he was dick.
so yes, the past two weeks have been nothing short of eventful and enticing for you.
except for your current predicament.
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“will you quit it? you do not have a stalker!” melissa practically shouted at you from across the table in the dining hall. the hall quieted for just a second at her outburst before returning to its normal volume. had you been not been used to her insanity, you’d probably jump melissa for her inability to be quiet.
it was now 4:30 pm and you were with your friends at the dining hall trying to blow off some steam. the one thing you dreaded more than the barely edible meals served on campus were your late night classes. like tonight… that ended after 9pm.
“melissa, you don’t understand. i just have this really eerie feeling that someone has been following me…” you mumbled, rubbing your hand over your upper arm. you heard damian and tim laugh beside you, which you quickly silenced with a slap to both of their heads.
“right right, you’re being stalked. and i’m fucking superman,” jason snarked, earning a few laughs from your friends.
you’re aware that you sound borderline insane.
for the last two weeks — really since the beginning of the new school year — you’d felt this unnerving feeling that someone was behind you. watching your every move. at all points of the day and night. like you were sidney prescott in scream waiting for the minute you slipped up and would be found by the killer.
you didn’t know who it could be, though. it was the start of the new semester, so maybe there was just a weird kid in your class? maybe you were just stressed with all of the assignments and it manifested into— whatever this was.
you were sure you were just overreacting.
but why did you still feel like something was wrong?
you’d told all of your friends multiple times for the last two weeks that you were being stalked. so the jokes made sense, they didn’t hurt you as much. but still, you wanted a sliver of mental stability.
“well have you seen anyone, you know… off?” jason attempted to reason. you could hear him fighting the urge to laugh again, which only elicited an eye roll from you.
“i uh- i don’t know,” you stammered. “i mean there is this guy who i keep passing on my way home and he’s always standing in the same place. but that’s it.”
“so you’re judging this man because of… what exactly?” tim jumped in.
“i mean he is always there staring at me from across the street..” you trailed off, your words sounds more and more laughable by the second.
“what if he was homeless?” tim suggested. “what if he’s literally minding his business and you’re turning it into something ridiculous?”
you opened your mouth to defend yourself but stopped. you felt your cheeks redden; maybe you really were overreacting. your friends broke into a fit of laughs at your silence, which only made you feel slightly worse. slightly.
you looked around at your friends, who were all basically doubled over in laughter — especially tim and jason. but when your eyes landed on dick, you felt your body come to a halt.
because he wasn’t laughing. in fact, beside yourself, he was the only one at the table who wasn’t in a fit of giggles. he actually looked like the complete antithesis of enthused.
he looked angry.
his arms were crossed and placed on the table like he was preparing to take a nap. but he looked the opposite of tired.
his jaw was tight, clenching twice in the few seconds you’d looked at him. his gaze was set on his barely touched food in front of him, almost like he was in a trance.
you didn’t know why he was so…distressed? uncomfortable? mad?
was the topic of being stalked too triggering for him? you were unsure.
dick’s eyes lifted from his plate to you, but before you could even mouth the words ‘are you ok?’ to him, damian spoke up.
“besides, your class is right by the athletics center. you could always ask one of the football players to walk y-"
dick suddenly slammed his tray on the table and stood up from his seat, effectively shutting everyone up. his eyes wide like he was shocked with his own behavior.
you and your friends eyes’ were just as wide.
“i-uh, i’m gonna head to class,” he muttered, hands reaching through the hooks of his backpack and leaving the table. your friends murmured a few quick and awkward goodbyes but dick was already on his way out of the cafeteria to hear it.
“what the hell was that about?” damian asked, the incredulous look on his face matching the way you felt. the rest of your friends just shook their heads and went back to talking about whatever subject preceded your stalker debacle.
but your friends voices started to blend into background noise in your mind, and all you wanted to do was clear your head. so you gathered your things and stood up before being stopped and questioned by tim.
“i’m just going to class a little early, don’t want to be late,” you awkwardly smiled as you gathered your things.
“yeah yeah, don’t get spooked by that stalker on your way there,” he snorted, which made the rest of the table laugh. you rolled your eyes playfully before flipping tim off and walking out of the cafeteria. their laughs echoed with you like a goodbye tune before you were finally outside.
you loved walking through your campus, it felt like a scene from a 2000s movie. especially with the fall approaching, you felt like you could jump into a pile of leaves like you did when you were younger.
you walked for a few minutes drowing in your thoughts before you felt the presence of someone next to you. a familiar presence that didn’t startle you, but warmed your skin.
dick.
you hated that you knew when he was around, like a squirrel when its favorite human walked by to throw it pieces of bread. but he wasn’t your favorite human.
whatever.
“hey dick,” you acknowledged with a soft smile, your eyes avoiding his own and trained on the path in front of you. “what class are you headed to?”
“you know what class i have,” he smugly replied, shoulders bumping into yours softly as you continued down the path next to each other.
of course you knew his schedule just as well as your own. it was pretty much a part of the deal; he’d have class, go home to shower, head to yours, and leave after.
“okayyy,” you dragged. “so why did you leave so early? your class isn’t for another ho-"
“are you going to be okay tonight?” dick cut you off.
“what do you mean?”
“you know, with this stalker and everything?” he replied, now stopping in his track to look you in the eye.
not that dick’s tone ever varied — unless he was geeking out over a gordon willis film — but he sounded serious. concerned. not like he was making fun of you, but that he was worried. and for some reason that was worse to you than your friend’s relentless teasing.
“i’m fine,” you huffed, starting to turn away from him before he called your name and lightly grabbed your arm.
“i’m serious. i know i finish class before you, but i can walk you ho-”
“dick, i said i’m fine!” you snapped, a little more agressively than you planned. dick looked slightly taken aback by your words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your arm. “besides, wouldn’t that make things between us, you know…”
“what are you talking about?” he questioned, eyes furrowed and flickering between your own.
"i mean, isn't our whole 'thing' based in the fact that we don't let our feelings get in between anyt-"
"just because we sleep together doesn't mean i don't care about you-safety... your safety," he corrected himself, inching closer towards you so that no one else could hear.
your eyes widened at his response and the proximity between the two of you. your eyes looked between his own as you tried to steady your breath. he wet his bottom lip as his hand lowered from your forearm to grasp your fingers.
but then you suddenly became aware of where you were and who was around. you quickly looked to your left and right to see if anyone was looking before stepping away from him and dropping his hand.
dick cleared his throat as he took a step away from you while also taking in his surroundings. he looked at you again and opened his mouth to speak before you cut him off.
"i'll be fine, dick. i'll see you later," you gave him a stiff and fabricated smile of reassurance before waving and turning to walk away before he could reply.
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despite the crime rates in gotham, the city went to sleep rather early. like 8pm to be exact.
or maybe it was because of the crime that gotham's mayor decided it was best to shut down all sources of life as soon as the sun set, leaving those who were out after that to survive on their own.
so the fact that your physiology class decided to end at 9:45 p.m. was beyond atrocious.
your first thought to getting home without scaring yourself into sprinting down the road was to phone a friend. melissa? she was with her boyfriend tonight. damian? he would laugh at you the whole way. tim? he didn't have one gentlemanly quality in his body.
dick?
your finger hovered over the call button for a few seconds, but you chose not to. he offered, of course it would make sense. but you practically shunned him from the opportunity when you shut him down earlier. and you'd hate if he'd waited on campus just to walk you home.
it would be too nice, too sweet of him.
you wouldn't let it happen.
the time you spent deliberating on who to phone to keep you company took more time than you thought. it was now 10:11 p.m., which made the odds of you feeling any form of sanity on the way home slim to none.
so instead of wasting more time, you made your way to your apartment.
the first few minutes were calm; no one was around and you couldn't tell if that made you comfortable or afraid. you were only seven minutes away from your apartment now. you could practically see it from where you were.
you felt fine until you heard a deep voice call out from right behind you.
"hey young lady,"
frightened, you practically jumped out of your skin and looked behind you to find the man. the man from that street. that you saw everyday. the exact man that your friends made fun of you for earlier that day.
you felt goosebumps litter your skin as you tried to control your breathing, but you were horrified. how the hell did he sneak up behind you so silently?
"you dropped this," he stated, gesturing with his hand to the object in his hands. it looked like an old and beaten up lanyard that most definitely was not yours.
from where he stood — which was too close for your liking — you could see that his clothes were crumpled and slightly torn at the sleeves. he smelled like he hadn’t showered and his teeth were tinted yellow, almost like a fake set of teeth at partycity.
you needed to leave. now.
"uh... that's not mine," you acknowledged, picking up the fallen strap of your bag from your shoulder. you quickly turned back around to make your way back to your apartment before you heard his gruffy voice cut through the night again.
"wow, not even a thank you?" he suggested, now walking right behind you. you gulped, trying to pick up your pace but only hearing his footsteps a few feet behind you.
in an attempt to keep your attitude in check, you muttered a small 'thank you' over your shoulder before you really started to walk like you were in the olympics. but he somehow managed to keep up with you as he grabbed onto your arm harshly, stopping you in your tracks.
"oh come on, you have better manners than that," he continued, still trailing behind you. “you’re never this mean with melissa.”
what the hell? how did he…
“you’re always such a sweet girl with your friends, why do you have to be so mean to lil’ old me?” he dragged, the terrifying smirk being palpable in his voice.
at this point, you were practically running down the street.
hearing your friend’s name come from the mouth of some random — and insanely scary — stranger nearly stopped you in your tracks. even though you didn’t fully stop, your surprise gave him leverage to catch up to you ever so quickly.
the man grabbed onto your arm, forcefully pulling you backwards so hard that you nearly fell into him. the smell of him was enough to make you gag, but you think you controlled your face well.
but then he said your name, scarily slow. like he wanted to elicit fear in you. and you felt the color drain from your face.
who the hell was this man? how the hell did he know you?
“look, i really don’t want any trouble. please just let me g-”
“i don’t want any trouble either, honey. i just want to be friends,” the man cut you off, his grip on your arm still fierce and bruising.
you were shaking now, every breath you took in coming in like a broken propeller on a boat. you felt tears welling in your eyes as you forcefully tried to tug out of his grip, but he didn't budge.
you were absolutely petrified. and alone.
"come on baby, why don't you give me a hug?" the man creepily cooed, his grimy hand inching from your arm to your hip.
the tears from your eyes cascaded down your face as you pushed at the man's chest, but it was no use.
"please stop," you protested, but your voice was meek. "please just let me go."
the man only laughed, leaning in closer to your face as if to kiss you. he brought his other hand to your throat, making it harder to breathe and scream for help. you closed your eyes harshly, fighting to keep him away. you garnered as much strength as you could and pushed hard against him, which seemed to be enough because now you felt his presence completely separated from your own.
except you knew you didn't have that much strength. and now you felt like you weren't completely alone with him.
you heard the man fall to the ground harshly, followed by a couple of strangled groans. it sounded like the man was dragged away and being punched repeatedly because you couldn't see where he was.
you were too busy catching your breath, your throat burning from where the man had gripped you tightly. you squinted to see who could possibly be punching the man in front of you. but all you could see was a black figure.
and streaks of blue?
normally, curiosity would've killed your cat-like ass. but you were still trying to recover from literally being attacked by this creep. you leaned on the nearest lamp post, legs still shaking and your chest heaving.
but then the blue and black figure emerged from the shadows, and you felt your breath stop short in your throat.
nightwing.
of course you knew who nightwing was. you'd read the news, you'd heard via word of mouth of your annoying classmates that he was “so cool” and “unbelievably sexy.” even your own friends teased the idea that nightwing would probably swing through a frat party to ‘turn up’ with the jerks of your campus.
but nightwing saving you from being assaulted was way out of left field for you.
"are you alright?" you heard his deep voice break through the silence of the street.
your eyes were practically bulging out of your head at the fact that he was really here. saving you like this was some big crime he had to stop in order to protect the city from imminent danger.
but it was just you, so you were confused as to how and why he saved you. still, you couldn't believe that he was here. and how tall he was, practically towering over you from where he stood. and how built-
"ma'am?" nightwing interjected, snapping you out of your thoughts. you peeled your eyes away from his large chest to look at him in his eyes— well, his blue-and-black domino mask. he reached out to you as if to check whatever blue and purple bloomed on your arm, but you flinched away.
he quickly retreated, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
"i-i'm fine," you spluttered.
nightwing nodded lips spread in a thin but somewhat reassuring smile.
"i'm gonna go now, thanks for- you know, saving me," you awkwardly breathed out, arms now crossed over your chest as you turned in the direction of your apartment.
but as fast as you turned, nightwing was already in front of you. you gasped, taking a step back. what kind of super speed did this guy have?
"let me walk you home, you've been through a lot tonight,"
"i'm fine, i can practically see my apartment fr-"
"ma'am, even if you're 'fine' please just let me make sure you're safe," he interrupted, his large frame practically taking up the whole sidewalk. “just…humor me?”
you tried to come up with another excuse, but the way your legs were still shaking from the incident was enough to let you concede. plus, how often does a city hero like himself walk you home?
you nodded, walking past him on the sidewalk to lead him to your place.
he trailed behind you at first, but slowly and surely inched himself closer to you, now walking directly by your side. you awkwardly bumped into his muscular arm, feeling more self-conscious that you had a superhero walking you three blocks.
"did you know that man?" he broke the silence, eyes fixed on the distance ahead of you both.
you shook your head, feeling the pressure closing in on your throat. there was no way you were going to cry right now. "i'd see him everyday when i walked home, but i thought he was just- i don't know. i used to tell my friends i thought he was a stalker or something," you heartlessly chuckled, arms crossed over your chest to ground yourself. "i think i was right."
you spoke with your eyes fixated on the ground, slightly intimated to look directly at him. but when you looked up to see if he was still listening, his jaw was tense; clenching while the muscles in his face strained slightly. like he was swallowing his words, almost restraining himself from something.
"i'm sorry," he spoke, his tone deep and pensive.
"sorry? why? you literally saved m-"
"i'm sorry that your friends didn't believe you."
that stunned you, both unexpected and reassuring. like you weren't crazy. like your fears were justified, because for once, you felt like they were.
you hummed, too nervous that if you spoke your shaky voice would reveal how vulnerable you felt right now.
you'd both fallen into a comfortable silence; you still grappling with the fact that this esteemed hero was walking you home and nightwing, well, you couldn't tell what was going through his mind. you were about a block away now, and you were dreading being alone after tonight. but you didn't want to bother your friends knowing they were all busy. and dick, well you didn't want to become dependent on him. for anything.
"well, this is me," you gestured to your long stairway that would lead to your front door. you and nightwing were at the foot of the steps, and you didn't want to inconvenience him by having him walk up with you.
it seemed like he read your mind though, doing the exact opposite of what you wanted. he stepped ahead of you and made his way up your stairs with you now trailing behind him. you quietly huffed to yourself and followed him, bracing yourself for an awkward goodbye. it was just in your nature, unfortunately.
you both made it up to the top of the stairs, now stood in front of your doorway. your leaned your back onto the door as you stared at nightwing and his dark suit and large frame.
"thank you for tonight, i really appreciate it," you affirmed, reaching for your keys in your now scuffed tote bag.
"anytime," he muttered, a small grin on his face.
you didn't know why, but you felt tears prickling in your eyes. and before you could process your next move, you leapt into him. hard. with your arms wrapped around his neck as you hid your face behind him to hide the tears.
you didn't know what came over you; you would've never done that in any other situation. you literally flinched from him earlier but now you clung to him like a wet rag. then again, how often did nightwing come in and save you from being attacked.
you felt his arm wrap around your back and the other sneak to your waist. he held you slightly off of the ground, and you weren't sure if you ever wanted to touch the pavement again. you felt yourself sniffling against his neck, too overwhelmed by everything, but before you could fall on sob into his warmth, you pulled away.
he lowered you to the ground, and if you could've seen through his mask, you're sure he would've looked sympathetic. or maybe his eyes would've been filled with pity. your stomach turned at the thought; you didn't need to be humbled more than once tonight.
"goodnight," you mumbled, unlocking your door and running inside your apartment. before you could hear him respond, you locked the door behind you, sliding down the wall behind you and breaking into a fit of sobs.
your arms hurt so much, your throat aching when you breathed. you wanted nothing but comfort from someone, anyone.
unbeknownst to you, outside of your apartment was nightwing, left with a racing but shattered heart at hearing you in pain. sad and alone.
and there was nothing more he could've done for you.
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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed!! i promise the next part is definitely lighter. let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list <3 see you next time :)
