#dcu smut

[maiamore]

You write for Superman and the Pitt?

I love you, you are now my new favorite person.

(also don't forget to drink some water okbai)

hello my spookie ily n i appreciate u. N ALL OF U TOO!!!

haven’t been as motivated to write as of late. but im getting back in the groove w some inbox requests hehe. a sneaky peaky of the next fic!

i hope everyone has been taking care of themselves! see you soon <3

[cherriep13]

——— Jokers Girl ———

Joker x stripper reader

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It was Halloween night and the club I was working at was doing a special. The other strippers and I had to wear some sort of costume.

I chose to dress as the infamous man I had been eyeing for some time now. He was ‘The Joker’. He was tall and handsome, a nice six pack and had a contagious laugh.

This is how I was going to make a move. He frequented here and I had always waited for the perfect moment. I wore a fluffy purple bikini shaped top with matching cheeky bottoms.

I wore fishnet tights that matched his hair with black stiletto heels. I also had handcuffs clipped at the hip of my fishnets.

For a little extra flare.

I was waiting all night, dancing to the provocative songs blaring through the packed club speakers. I kept eyeing the entrance impatiently waiting for him to come in.

I had almost lost hope when I stepped off stage to take a small break, when my boss approached me.

“Hey! Come here for a second.” He called out to me. I turned to him while stretching a bit, “Yeah? everything okay?” I asked my voice laced with concern

Usually when he needs us to “come here for a second” it's about some drunk who has a number of complaints or wants a private dance.

“I see you dressed as a certain someone,” he started, my face flushed red, luckily under the lights it was hard to tell.

“Well he wants you. Table 3, VIP.” He gave me a wink. I got goosebumps immediately, did I miss him coming in? How long had he been watching me for?

I swallowed hard and nodded, “Okay…” I turned on my heel and walked to the VIP section, an upper level with a clear view of both stages.

I swayed my hips as I walked to his table, “Mr.Joker? You requested me?” I smiled at him, my head tilted to the side like I had no idea what possibly could make him want me over here.

He looked me up and down then took a sip of his whiskey, “Well, hello shortcake.” He referred to me by my stage name, I flushed that must have meant had paid some sort of attention to me before.

“Dressing up as me tonight's a bold move. Is this your way of saying something?” He leaned back in his booth, legs spread. My eyes went down to his crotch then back to his face

I put my hands on my hips, “Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t.” I tried to keep my voice monotone, trying my best not to show how hard my heart really was pounding inside my chest. “So do you need something? I'm on a break right now”

He quirked a brow at me, “Am I not worth your time, darling?”

“You can make yourself worth my time.” I retorted sharply.

He stood slowly, “Lead the way” he shot me a cocky grin

I took his hand and led him to a private section of a dressing room, his hand on my hip the whole way there.

It was now I got really nervous, if we got caught it was over for me. I would be fired, I can't have any sex while on the job regardless who it is.

He moved his hands to my waist and began kissing down the back of my neck, nipping at my skin searching for my most sensitive spot.

He nipped right at the backside of my ear, I whimpered and reached back to feel him. He chuckled darkly and felt up my body til he cupped my tits.

He gave my round ass a sharp slap earning a whine from me.

“Not so talkative anymore?”, he spun me around and had me against one of the many mirrors.

“I—I don't know if we can do this,” I blurted out, almost instantly regretting my words. I wanted this. So bad, I had for so long.

But I needed my job too.

“Why is that, honey?” He gripped my chin between his fingers and tilted my face up to meet his dark eyes.

“If we get caught—“ he immediately scoffed, “Let them see.” I sighed. “It's not that I will lose my job.”

He laughed manically, “Baby as long as I am around you don’t need to worry about a job.” My heart froze, was he serious?

He nodded at me almost like he could read my mind, “c,mon baby ease up” he leaned down and encapsulated my lips into a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth.

With the issue of being fired out the way I was all on him, my hands feeling up his chest, his shirt was fully unbuttoned in seconds.

He put his hand around my neck and began squeezing lightly. I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips towards his.

“Needy” he chuckled as he unclasped my bra, peppering hot open mouth kisses on my tits before moving down and pulling off my underwear.

He shoves me against the wall guiding me to spred my legs as he kneels down between them.

“You wanted this from the start, didn’t you?” Joker chuckles lightly when he sees my face darken in both embarrassment and lust.

That was all the warning I got before he shoves two fingers in my dripping pussy.

I let out a shrill moan as I felt his rough fingers poke and prod in me until he found my g spot.

Joker slows his fingers, switching his thrusts from a fast and hard rhythm to a slow grinding of his knuckles against his sensitive and swollen walls, making me whine in response, grinding harder against his hand to get some sort of extra stimulation.

He uses his free hand to massage the inner part of my thigh somehow not stopping his assault on my insides.

“Youre doing so well” he groans as he pulls out and reached over to where my panties are

Grabbing the handcuffs I had on there and cuffing my hands behind my back befor bending me over the desk my manger set out for us to get ready.

I heard rustling of clothes and felt his cock poke at my pussy lips.

Grinding his cock against my perineum and my asshole. “Woah- not there atleast not today please”. I said.

He huffed but obeyed moving back to grind his dick against my dripping cunt. Before finally sliding his dick in.

The slide feels like it lasted forever. I could feel every inch and vein that entered him. My eyes rolled back, and I let out a loud wanton moan

As the joker thrust shallowly then began to thrust in earnestly

I could pass out. I was so full.

He grabbed the chain connecting my wrists for leverage and started thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.

“J-joker -fuck” I moved my wrists against the restraints trying to reach for him, he grabs a fistful of hair and tugs, forcing my head to the side

He leans forward and leaves dark hickeys along my neck, “Please—im so close” I beg on his cock without a care of how needy it sounds

I had waited so long for this moment nothing could stop me now, “Me too, Shortcake…cum for me” he encouraged, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slightly off rhythm

My body tightened and began to convulse as I came, he kept going chasing his own release. His hips stuttered as he pounded into me, my body now feeling overstimulated

“Oh shit, s’too much” I began repeating, “You can take it,” he said harshly before bucking into me one final time and filling me with his warm ropes of cum

He pulled out and gathered up both of our releases with his tip, suddenly he pushed me onto my knees and made me face him, using my hair to guide me to his cum, slick covered cock

“Clean it.” He commanded.

I leaned in and begain giving his tip kitten licks before licking one long stipe from his balls to his tip.

He let out a rough breath, hipsbucking as he began thrust his cock into my throat, causing my throat to constrict around his cock.

I envelope him in the searing heat of my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat again and again.

He comes with a yelp having already been sensitive from his previous orgasm.

He pulls out after a few more thrusts and tucks himself back into his pants before picking up his shirt from the floor and reaching for something in his pocket, pulling out a pen and writing something on my back before walking away without saying anything.

I was confused and disappointed to say the least but that was until I got one of my stripper friends to read what it was: it was the words jokers girl and a string of numbers- his number.

I walked with a limp and a huge goody grin all the way home.

[cherriep13]

Come home?

Batman x reader text

[ryoride]

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 ﹙𖦞﹚ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓

﹙𖦞﹚ camboy

𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

﹙𖦞﹚ don't you wanna kiss me more, we'd look really nice together

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃

﹙𖦞﹚ somebody to be my lover, gotta eat it 'round the clock,

𝐓𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

﹙𖦞﹚kisses coming up !

𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍

﹙𖦞﹚ early riser

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐃'𝐑

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐍

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈

﹙𖦞﹚ kisses coming up !

[cherriep13]

- - - - - Helping hand - - - - -

Clark Kent x coworker reader

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He was busy, between work at the daily planet and being a hero, he just didn’t have the time.

So he lied, he told his family that he had been seeing a girl for a while now.

He only said this to get them off his back as much as he loved his Ma and Pa.

The pure joy that lit up their faces when they heard the news was unmistakable.

“That's lovely, Clark! How is she?” They both asked almost completely in sync, “We’ve got to meet her, hon!”

He groaned to himself, “Sure, some other time.”

He requested, “How about tomorrow for supper? Will she be free?” They questioned, smiles wide on their face

“I don't know.” He replied shortly, not wanting to talk about the matter any further.

“Well figure it out, we want to meet the lucky lady!” She smiled up at him from across the dinner table.

He nodded, brushing it off. He’d figure it out later, hopefully.

The next day came quicker than he had hoped, today going by much faster than ever now that he had a plan with his imaginary girlfriend.

He was sitting in his office and glanced at the clock. It was close to the time of him leaving.

He cursed underneath his breath, he had to find someone, quick.

Just at that moment she walked in, papers in hand.

“Here you go, Kent. Here's the papers you needed.” She handed them over, a smile beamed across her face.

He gave a short nod and a small smile, his lips pressed together tightly.

“Is there anything else you need help with before I leave?” She asked innocently, head tilted to the side, her hair fell over her shoulder perfectly.

“No, you're fine.” He muttered.

It was at that moment he got an idea.

“Wait.” he called out to her, she turned on her heel swiftly and walked back towards his desk.

“What is it, Kent?” she questioned him. He stayed silent for a moment, debating if he should really ask her.

“I do need one more favor,” he stated, “a big favor.”

She looked at him perplexed, unsure of what this so-called big favor could be.qq

“Go on…” She encouraged him. He met her gaze then cleared his throat, “Well, you see, I need a date—a fake date.” He explained poorly.

She raised a brow at him and scoffed a little, her words struggling to come out.

“Well—okay? What are you asking me?” She attempted to remain polite and professional when he's making it so difficult.

He sighed heavily, a hand moving his glasses to wipe his eyes. “Im asking you to pretend to be my date. J- just for tonight.” he blurted out.

Her eyes widened slightly, taken aback by the request.

The thing is, she had always had a bit of a thing for her coworker. He towered over her and had the prettiest smile she had ever seen on a man.

She took a deep breath, “Sure…” she shrugged, trying not to let it be seen how excited she was. Even if it was fake and just for one night.

His face lit up, almost like he had expected her to say no and storm out the place angrily. He gave her a half smile, “Well, in that case, dress nice—not too nice—and write your address.”

He spoke while handing over a sticky note.

She scribbled down her address and passed it forward, brushing his hand in the process.

“Ill get you around 6:30, alright?” he added.

They exchanged a quick glance before she turned to the door, "I'll see you tonight then.”

She stood in front of the mirror examining herself carefully. She was dressed in a light yellow sun dress.

Hair curled was perhaps too much for the situation, maybe but she felt as if she was really going to meet her boyfriend's parents for the first time and not her fake boyfriend’s .

With one glance at herself she walked toward the clock to look at the time. Six twenty, she still had ten minutes before Clark should be there.

She decided to wait outside on the porch. While waiting she thought about the day’s events.

She could not believe her luck! Her office crush asked her on a date! A fake date- but still a date.

She looked up when she heard a beep,he must be early.

There he was, no longer in his work clothes. She quickly hurried over to his car. Before she could open the door he rushed out of the car and opened it for her.

He was such a nice guy!

The ride to the farm was filled with polite chatter and once the farm was in view was when the conversation shifted to a more serious tone

“So how long are we going to say we have been seeing each other?” She asked as he parked the car.

“I told them that we have been seeing each other for about a month.”

“Mmh ok is there anything I should know about them beforehand?”

“Not really just be yourself and they will love you, maybe hug them when you first meet them they like that sort of thing.”

She blushed at the statement but before she could respond the front door swung open revealing Martha Kent.

“Clark sweetheart there you are!” She said, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She then turned to me and said “Hello you must be Clark’s girlfriend so lovely to meet you!” She beamed smiling ear to ear.

I shyly tucked a curled piece of hair behind my ear. “Yup, that’s me, hello ma’am.” I said awkwardly

“None of that ma’am stuff dear you can just call me Ma everyone dose!” She said as she pulled me into a hug.

When she finally let go I felt Clark grab my hand, it startled me but I quickly composed myself and pretended it was completely natural.

His hand was a reassuring weight and I found myself relaxing as he led me inside his childhood home.

“Sorry my husband isn’t here to greet you, he's washing up, he was working on the tractor. It broke down and you know how these men are once they put their mind to it you can’t convince them otherwise.” She laughed

I giggled “Yeah Clark always has his hands full.” I said good naturedly.

“You two go wash up, supper is almost ready and Clark be a dear and go tell your Pa supper is almost ready and to come down” His mother said.

“Yes Ma” he leaned into my ear and whispered “will you be ok alone for a second I promise I’ll be quick?” He asked.

"Of course don’t worry about me.” I answered cheerfully despite desperately wanting to say the opposite but what could you do, it's not like I could come out and say I was nervous to be alone with his mom.

He gave me a reassuring smile before disappearing upstairs. I looked around the room, taking in the little trinkets collected over the years that built this home, piece by piece.

“So, how did you two meet?” She asked me politely, wiping her hands over a towel rag.

I was looking at a framed photo of who I assumed was Clark as a child, “Oh, well we met at the work office.” I answered nervously.

She must’ve noticed me looking and walked over, “That’s lovely.” She said whilst picking up the photo, “This was Clark in the 3rd grade, gosh he's grown up so much” she reminisced.

I smiled, “He’s always been handsome,” she winked at me before nudging my shoulder.

I smiled politely and chuckled a bit, “That he is” I replied. I had my hands together in front of me, nervously fiddling with the hem of my dress.

I felt a sigh and relief leave my body when I saw Clark and who I presumed was “Pa” walking down.

“There she is!” I heard the older man call out, he walked forward and pulled me into a warm hug. Inviting.

“Lucky man you are, Clark.” He commented with a sweet smile, “Call me Pa.” He told me.

I nodded, “Sure thing…Pa” I trailed off, a red warmth spreading to my cheeks. It was then that Ma had come around the corner placing food on the table.

“Come everyone, have a seat, supper is ready.” She announced to us all, my eyes searched for Clark in the room, any sort of guidance felt needed.

He gave me a warm smile and pulled out my chair for me, I gave him a grateful thank you and sat down. He sat next to me and whispered, “You good?”

I nodded, “Yeah, a little nervous is all.” His hand found my thigh and gave it a small squeeze, the gesture was innocent but it sent heat waves through my stomach.

We all passed dishes around portioning food to ourselves and having the casual small talk, occasionally getting questions about our relationship that choked us up a bit.

But it was something I could get used to in all honesty, they were so welcoming, full of love to share. They were funny and friendly and Clark was a sweetheart with a handsome face.

It was small. One small gesture that changed everything. Completely unintentional, but Clark saw it differently. While eating his Ma’s delicious mashed potatoes a tiny bit had stuck on my lips.

All I did was wipe it with my finger and suck it off quickly, nothing overly sexual or even provocative about it.

“Why’ve you gone red, Clark?” His Pa asked, his Ma hit his shoulder, “Oh for goodness sake John, he's got a pretty lady next to him, hush.”

His Pa only shrugged, “Sorry” he said with a rough chuckle. I kept eating to save myself from having to say a word about it.

Clark had other plans though, “Excuse me,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and standing from the table quickly, I raised a curious brow at him.

“Well where are you off to?” his Ma asked, “Restroom.” he replied quickly. Walking up a set of stairs.

His Ma mumbled something to her husband about manners then kept the small talk going with me.

Minutes passed by and seemed to drag on. I couldn’t tell if it was my anxiousness starting up again or if he was really gone that long.

“Clark has been gone awhile, hasn’t he?” I asked, trying not to sound bothered by it. His Ma and Pa agreed and was thinking out loud of possibilities to what he may be doing.

“Could you go check on him,” She asked her husband, I smiled, having almost finished my plate I wiped my mouth and stood, “Oh you finish eating I’ll make sure he's alright!” I volunteered.

I began to walk up the stairs and down the unfamiliar hall, walls with family photos all over. I saw one door with the light on at the end of the hall, but the door to my right was open. It was the bathroom.

He wasn’t inside…so he was in this other room. I felt confused and slowly walked up to the door trying not to make noise, I held my ear up to the door and heard muffled noises. Lewd noises.

My face grew red but I smiled to myself. This could be fun. I contemplated for a second but decided it was worth it. I opened the door.

As the door opened it revealed Clark’s form sitting on his bed, pants and boxers pulled down just enough to free his cock.

He was thrusting into his fist other hand on his mouth to muffle any noises he might accidentally let out

When he looked up and saw me he quickly scrambled to pull the covers over himself.

“Aww you want some help with that big guy?” I asked rhetorically.

He blushed glasses askew nodding quickly.

I shut the door and walked towards the bed and sat next to him pulling the covers of his lap revealing his swollen cock.

I pulled him to the edge of the bed so I could sit on the floor between his thighs.

With one hand I began stroking his length and the other I cupped his balls massaging them gently.

I stroked his up and down then used my thumb to circle the tip of his length.

I leaned in and began peppering kisses along his dick from base to tip, I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked running my tongue along the slit.

Slowly I began taking more and more of his cock until I reached the base of his dick my nose touching his pelvis.

Slowly, I pulled back then carefully took him in my mouth again, I began speeding up, drool dripped from my mouth as I moved my head up and down.

His hips stuttered, bucking up into my mouth making me gag a couple times.

His hand grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged when he felt himself get closer,

“wait—im close” he whined pathetically

I pulled off of him and stroked him, “Cum for me, show me how bad you want it.” I teased him

“Please—mouth please” he begged, his mouth agape and face contorted in pleasure

I scanned his expression, treasuring the view of him. The way his hair stuck to his forehead and how his mewls were begging for more

“okay, okay” I gave in, taking him back into my hot mouth. I showed no mercy, slobbering all over him while still stroking his base

“I'm gonna cum,” he hissed, I kept going, faster this time. I felt the first few ropes of cum spill in my mouth

I came off his twitching cock with a pop, letting the rest of his seed spill on my face.

Once he caught his breath I took a nearby tissue and cleaned my face, “You did such a good job, honey”

The praise made his face burn more red. He stood and tucked himself away.

“Fix yourself up, I will tell them you are okay.” I added affectionately, turning on my heel to go back to the dinner table.

He grabbed my hand before I could walk away fully I turned to look at him as he said “I like you be my girlfriend for real this time?”

I threw myself into his arms hugging him tight as I squealed “Oh my god yes!”

When we got back to the table we both had huge grins on our faces.

[centriiic]

how do u feel abt clubbing with brucie wayne?

i mean i feel like. mostly horny about it tbh

bruce wayne x top preforming, wayne enterprises senior associate ! reader.... or office siren reader... at the club after a massively successful deal or merger.... hmmmmmmm

[centriiic]

tim drake teaching virgin reader how to finger themselves but when the reader does it themselves it's not enough so tim is really condescending about it ?? (gn+afab reader preferably ? 🙏🙏)

author's note: ugh i hate him thank you so much anon. i tweaked this a TINY bit but this was so fun and i think it's rly good

warnings: tim is like kind of a perv and is established in said role. fingering, gn!afab!reader (clit is said twice no other descriptors), mean tim, tiny bit of overstim, undiscussed putting it in for half a second, talking about sex

tim drake x inexperienced but not naive ! reader -> reader can be read as a virgin, but is comfortable talking about sex and knows whats up aside from actually getting the act on

thinking about, specifically, tim who has thought about fucking you since he met you.

it's bad. he's long since gotten over the guilt of rubbing one out to the person he considered such a close and dear friend. you two had clicked fast- but he wanted more.

tim who loooooooovesss that you're so open. you're very sex positive, never minding when bedroom activities came up in conversation. not flinching away or gasping like some victorian about to faint.

tim does take advantage of your willingness to talk about the topic. "you don't know how to make yourself cum? like without any toys or whatever?" he deadpanned. underneath, he was thrilled by this topic surfacing, already 10 steps ahead trying to figure out how he could give you a hands on type lesson on the subject.

"that's not what i said." i retorted flatly, rolling my eyes. "i said a lot of people have a hard time coming from just fingers. a lot of people say it only feels good if someone else does it-"

"okay, well, have you? cum on someones hand? yours or otherwise?" he cut in. wanting the dodged question answered directly.

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best friends do this. this is fine. it's not like i'm uncomfortable, and he sure as hell isn't- you rationalized to yourself in your head. tim noticed you spacing out, and corrected quickly.

sure you didn't entirely know why. but you were laid on his bed now. dim lights, only wearing an oversized t shirt of his. his fingers having just slid home, base knuckle deep.

"you're fucking soaked," he huffed- sounding a little off about it just because he wanted the dominating role in the moment, even if he had to play a little unfair for it. but his action spoke differently, as he dipped his head to lave up the excess slick threatening more to fall.

"not used to it, huh? getting your partner aroused-?" you bit back, not really having any kind of problem as his two fingers poked and prodded and explored. your hips shifted slightly at how odd the feeling was, like pleasure adjacent but not going to get you to finish anytime soon at the current pace.

he scoffed, and landed a mean nip to your clit. you let out a surprised yelp, and kicked him reactively. and then his fingers curled right into the spot he'd been looking for.

you inhaled sharply, sitting propped up on your elbows, having just tightened around him. he looked up, making knowing eye contact as he worked the pads of his fingers into the spot in firm, cruel circles. your leg kicked out again, hands shooting down to hold the wrist of his offending hand.

tim grins, too pleased, not minding your hands or the thrashing, he could pin you just fine if you got too feisty trying to run from him. "right there? feel good?" he purred, working the spot out. sinking his teeth into the apex of your inner thigh, working teeth marks and a bruise into the skin there. "s-shut u- tim-" you started, interrupting yourself with his name when he caught perfectly and with perfect pressure on the spot again while his fingers start pumping instead of just circling. your head tipping back onto the mattress. the rush of blood that goes right to his cock makes him think he actually might black out for a few seconds. he readjusts. head between your thighs. one hand keeping a steady pace, knocking that spot with his finger pads on every pass by of them. one of his thick arms raising up to curl around your hips, preparing early to make sure you couldn't move much, before he was adding the stimulation of taking your clit back into his mouth, sucking and tongue flicking.

the expected reaction was immediate. hips tensing and trying to shift around, effectively and entirely pinned under his arm. to his swelling pride, it did not take long-

"tim- i-i think-" you gasped out, unsure and more nervous than he'd ever heard you. "yeah, you are. go on 'an do it babe, wanna feel you clench and cum. make a mess on my hand, c'mon," he coaxed, feeling too bad and enamored by you to try to bully you into being more submissive in the moment.

all of a sudden you are. rhythmic, tight clamping down around tim's fingers, as he's extra fucking careful to keep abusing those sweet spots he's found to work you through it. all the way through the recedes of your orgasm, he's keeping the gentle motion while licking languid stripes around where his fingers stay buried. almost purring at how you shake more and more when his tongue catches that bundle of nerves the further away from that climax you are.

he does take a softer moment after that. shifting further up the bed, trailing kisses up your front and all the way to your face. peppering the affection anywhere, before he pulled you into a gentle, unhurried make out. just sweet without the heat.

you feel him ease his fingers out of you. the pressure of something circling your entrance slightly, but just figuring he was still just touching. more distracted by his weight laid over you so comfortably.

until that circling doesn't stop. and in a quick, smooth motion, the thick weight of his cock is stuffed a neat, all-the-way in. you shudder and let out a choked gasp, pawing and raking nails down the front of his chest, breath too high int your throat to make out words.

"fuuuuck yeah- fuckin' perfect. all that prep we did was worth it, huh? breathe. you're takin' that like a fucking champ baby," he hushed, taking your face in both hands, keeping you grounded with touch and more scattered kisses to the face as you huff and whine and squirm on the intrusion.

"you feel so good 'round me. and i just made you feel good- so just relax, and i'll make both of us cum this time, okay? doing so good, comin' on my hand for the first time. gonna make you come on a cock for the first time too, just lay back and relax,"

a.n. might have to do a part 2 to this.....

[treeteaofversailles]

Something, something… A man who eats 🐱 for his pleasure, and he has you talk about your day at the same time but stops whenever you stop to moan and only lets you come when you finish your story or beg for it properly… something, something…