— Just Like The Movies
pairing: Dick Grayson x reader (has a pussy but no pronouns are used) x Wally West
summary: when the adrenaline after fighting crime gets too much, you offer yourself up to your boyfriends for some stress relief (or, they dress up like ghostface and fuck the shit out of you)
cw: 2.9k, nsfw, dubcon, knifeplay, established relationship, predator/prey dynamics, roleplay, mask kink, semi-public sex, fingering, oral, praise, teasing, ghostface! birdflash, double penetration (in the pussy), overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies
froggi yaps -> sorry this is late ;-; i deleted like 3 of my kinktober fics on tuesday bcs i decided i hated them all & then had to rewrite this at the last minute </3 i hope it was worth the wait. have a great day! <3
The Wayne Manor grounds look a lot different at night, especially when you’re running for your life.
Your heart beats so hard in your chest you’re worried it’s going to burst, lungs aching horribly as you lean against a hedge and try and catch your breath. In the darkness, your hearing is sharpened just enough to make out the sound of nearby footsteps.
Dick’s voice rings out, sharp and dark and taunting. “Where are you? Don’t you want to play with us?”
The sound of it sends butterflies rushing to your stomach, a confusing mix of fear and excitement crawling up your spine. You side step along the perimeter of the hedge, deep breaths of cold air filling your lungs and soothing the burn.
You creep around the corner, risking a glance at where you heard his voice, only to come face-to-chest with the man. You flinch, the almost-glowing white of his mask sending shocks of fear into your chest.
You don’t even think—you just run, shoving yourself away from him, feet digging into the nearly frozen dirt so hard it hurts your ankles. He runs after you, his footsteps eerily quiet.
You swallow down your panic and try to keep your breaths even. He’s toying with you. You know that if he really wanted to catch you right now, he would.
“What’s your plan here?” He chuckles darkly behind you, “you know you can’t outrun me.”
You say nothing, too focused on keeping one foot in front of the other. His voice sounds closer, forcing you to pick up the pace. You’re so caught up in escaping him that you forget entirely about Wally until he’s standing directly in front of you.
He braces you in his arms when you slam into his chest, using your momentum to trap you against him. You squirm in his arms but he’s too strong, keeping you contained while Dick approaches you slowly.
He toys with the knife in his hand. The silver of the blade meets the moonlight, long and sharp and waiting for you. You suck in a breath, and despite your fear, allow yourself to shrink into Wally’s chest.
They won’t hurt me, you remind yourself. But it’s hard to remember that when Wally’s grip on your body is ironclad and Dick is holding a knife two inches from your clavicle.
“Well, well, well,” Wally laughs darkly, one of his arms locked around your waist while the other trails up your stomach. “Look what I caught, Dick.”
The tip of the knife presses into your skin through the fabric of your t-shirt. You hold your breath, flicking your eyes up to meet the eyes of Dick’s mask. He tilts his head at you in response.
You press your lips together. Dick’s hand fists your t-shirt, the knife in his other hand making quick work of the fabric. In an instant, it’s shredded to pieces and laying on the ground beneath your feet.
He groans, fucking groans, at the sight of you shirtless and writhing in Wally’s arms. “My god.”
Wally’s hand trails up your chest and meets the goosebump-ridden skin of your neck. His hand wraps around the sensitive skin, squeezing just enough to have panic flaring in your chest.
Dick approaches you, sandwiching your body between his and Wally’s. His hand reaches up to grab at your bra clad chest, sucking in a breath. You shiver, suddenly grateful for them being so close to you that they block the cold October wind.
Wally hips grind into yours, hard on pressing into your skin through his robe. He dips his head into the crook of your neck, lips ghosting down your skin until finally his teeth catch at your skin and a gasp slips from your lips.
Dick’s blade finds its way to the seam of your pants, meticulously sawing through the threads that connect your button to your jeans. It pops off and falls to the ground with a soft thud and then the cold night air is meeting the sensitive skin of your panty line.
You can feel the scrape of Wally’s canines on your neck, cold night air soothing the slight burn that follows. “So sensitive, sweetheart.”
A shiver rolls up your spine, snuffed out by Dick’s hand slipping into your pants, thumb rubbing over your puffy folds through your panties. A whine slips from your lips. Your knees shaking, Wally’s arms being the only thing keeping you from falling.
Dick yanks your pants to the ground, leaving you standing in nothing but your underwear. The tip of his knife presses into your stomach, just below your belly button, the sharp metal biting into your delicate skin.
You suck in a breath, subsequently sucking in your stomach to get a reprieve from his blade. It doesn’t hurt—not too much, at least—but the slight sting coupled with Dick’s hand between your legs is making you unbearably dizzy.
And then Wally is reaching around and grabbing the knife from him, his grip on your throat tightening to keep you from escaping. With his hands free, Dick wastes no time in ripping your underwear clean in half, letting the useless cloth fall to the ground with the remainder of your clothes.
You shake from the cold, curling in on yourself in Wally’s arms, only for Dick’s hands—entirely too cold to be touching the sensitive skin of your pussy—dip between your legs.
“W-wait!” You push his hands away, suddenly very much aware of where you are, “we’re outside! A-anyone could see.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Wally’s warm breath fans the side of your neck.
Dick laughs, breaking free of your grip like it’s made of paper and slipping his hand between your folds to thumb at your clit. You whine, legs quivering.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” his fingers trail the length of your pussy, index finger pushing ever so slightly inside of you. “I feel how wet you are.”
You reach out to grab at his hands again but Wally gathers both of your wrists into one hand, pulling them out of reach before you can react. You almost miss his hand on your throat as you twist your hands awkwardly in a half-hearted attempt to break loose.
“Stop struggling.” Wally warns, trailing the knife up to your sternum, “don’t you wanna be good for us?”
Dick drops to his knees in front of you, forcibly parting your legs so he can shove his face between them. He flips his mask over the top of his head, freeing his mouth.
“So keen on helping us relieve stress earlier,” you can feel vibrations between your legs when Dick speaks. He pushes his finger all the way inside of you, “you’re not going anywhere now.”
You watch him with bated breath, holding back your moans as he fucks you with his fingers. His mouth finds its way to your clit, the warmth of it soothing you from the cold and tantalizing you at the same time.
Wally’s grip on your wrists remains iron clad as he ruts against you, his cock hard against the swell of your ass. Heavy breaths slip from your lips, catching on the cold night air in puffs of white.
Dick slips another finger inside of you, heat building in your tummy. You lean further into Wally, letting your eyes flutter close. For a moment, the world fades away and it’s just the three of you outside, Dick eating your pussy and Wally holding you.
And then Dick is pulling away with a grin, your slick coating his now swollen lips. “What do you say, Walls?”
You wish you could see the look on Wally’s face right now, but the diabolical glint in Dick’s eyes tells you all you need to know: they’re plotting something.
Wally lets you go and you’re stumbling forward on shaky legs. You spin around to look at them—Wally still masked, standing with his arms folded across his chest, and Dick, still on his knees.
“W-why’d you stop?”
Wally shrugs innocently. “You wanted to get away so bad, we’re giving you another chance.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind now?” Dick chimes in.
It takes you another minute to get your bearings and register exactly what they’re saying. They want you to keep running, they want to keep chasing you. It would be laughable if your pussy wasn’t aching, if you weren’t so dizzy from the pleasure.
Looking into Dick’s eyes, you know he needs this just as much as you right now. By the way Wally is almost vibrating, he does too.
You gather up your last bit of strength and you run. You run, naked and cold and unsure of where you’re even going, but you run. It takes a minute before you hear footsteps behind you—Dick’s, not Wally’s—but you keep running.
You run through the courtyard, through the hedges, trying to get back to the Manor. Back to warmth. Your heart is beating so harshly that it hurts but the frantic pump of blood through your veins is the only thing keeping you from freezing.
You make it to the front steps, so close to the door but so far, when Dick catches you by your waist and drags you into him. You kick out but Dick’s reaction time is, unfortunately, much faster than yours and suddenly he’s hauling you up into his arms.
The black fabric of his robe is warm against your naked body. You look over his shoulder to see Wally already there, the knife still clenched in his hand.
He offers Dick a nod before walking up and opening the door and then Dick is carrying you through the Manor. The whole trip to his room is a blur, the adrenaline and excitement making your head spin.
Dick tosses you on the bed, wasting no time in tugging off his robe. He’s still wearing his Nightwing suit beneath it, the tight fabric betraying him in showing you his growing hard on. Wally comes up behind him, ripping off the mask he’s been sporting all night to reveal red cheeks and an impish grin.
You brace yourself on your knees, straightening your spine in an attempt to size up the two taller men who are looking at you like they’re going to eat you alive.
You watch Wally as he strips, also still clad in his superhero costume. Under normal circumstances, you’d be all hot and bothered seeing them in costume, maybe even ask them to fuck you just like this. But now, dripping wet and hot and dizzy with need and high off of being chased, you’re about ready to beg for them to finish stripping.
Dick pulls you in for a kiss, his head clenched on the back of your neck like he’s worried you’ll run again. His tongue slips into your mouth, swiping along the back of your teeth. You whimper, clenching your thighs together.
The bed dips down and you can feel Wally behind you again, feel his bare skin on yours. His legs splay out on either side of you, and then his hands are on your hips and pulling you away from Dick.
You frown but let him brace you on his thighs, his hard cock poking through your folds. You look at Dick through your lashes to find him stripping, too, fisting his aching cock.
“C’mon,” Wally says breathily, “need to feel your pussy.”
You can feel the heat coming off of him, feel the hard muscles of his chest against your back as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You dip a hand between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance before his hips are thrusting up, driving his length into you all at once.
You moan loudly, eyes squeezing shut. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily but the stretch still leaves you aching, walls forcibly pushed apart by his girth. Your walls clench around him, trying to adjust.
Wally sucks at the bare skin of your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your stomach to give himself a better grip. His thrusts are slow and deep and wanting, his cock fully inside of you with each one.
Dick crawls onto the bed, blue eyes dark while he watches Wally fuck you. He crawls between both sets of legs, propping himself up on his knees.
“Taking it so well, sweetheart.” He swipes two of his fingers between your legs, collecting the juices that drip out from where Wally’s fucking you, “being so good, letting us use you like this.”
He brings his fingers to your mouth, your lips parting on instinct before you start to suck on them. You can taste yourself on his fingertips, your tongue swirling around them.
His other hand strokes his cock against your pussy, his tip brushing against the sensitivity of your clit. “So well trained.”
Your face burns at that.
It’s only now that you realize Wally’s gone still inside of you, his cock balls deep and unmoving. You squirm, trying to get some momentum back but his hold on you tightens, keeping you rooted in place.
“Don’t stop,” you whine, clenching up around him. “P-please don’t stop.”
One of his hands trails up to pinch your nipple, “patience, baby.”
There’s a pressure at your entrance and you look down only to find Dick lining up his cock with it, trying to stuff it in your pussy alongside Wally’s.
You cringe. “That’s not gonna fit.”
Still, he pushes himself in, straining to even fit his tip inside of you. You take a deep breath, hands reaching for Wally’s forearms so you can dig your nails into them.
Dick grins, “we’re gonna make it fit, sweetheart.”
“Deep breaths,” Wally kisses the side of your head, “nice and slow. I know you can take it.”
You keep your breathing even, muscles relaxed as Dick slowly thrusts into your pussy. The stretch is almost unbearable, your pussy wrapped so tightly around them you swear you can feel every vein.
Dick catches your lips in a desperate kiss, doing his best to keep himself still while you adjust to the size of them. You let go of Wally, arms hooking around Dick’s shoulders instead as you brace yourself for what’s about to come.
It’s Wally that moves first, rolling his hips. It’s a tight fit, his cock moving so painfully slow inside of you, but even that has electricity racing up your spine. You clench up, legs locking around Dick’s waist.
Dick moves next, the two of them falling into a slow sort of rhythm has you arching your back and whining. Dick moves, then Wally, then Dick again, and the friction is almost too much for you.
Wally’s hand stays on your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingers. Dick’s hand is on your clit, rubbing slow circles in sync with his thrusts. You’re hot—too hot—and being stuck between them like this isn’t helping.
Wally speeds up, Dick following suit and suddenly they’re both pounding into you like it’s their last day on Earth. Your orgasm rolls over you embarrassingly fast, waves of hot white pleasure flashbanging you.
You go limp between them, both men continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. It takes you a minute to come back to yourself, your muscles weak and pussy dripping.
Wally shifts you slightly to the side so he can kiss you and it’s only now you see what a mess he is. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat and he’s flushed all the way down to his chest. His lips lock against yours, a hand grasping your jaw tightly.
Dick lets himself fall into you, pressing the three of you tightly against the mattress. His face buries itself in your chest, mouth lazily nipping at your skin.
The smell of sex is heavy in the air, both of them unrelenting as they chase their own highs. Wally’s kiss only gets more desperate, his thrusts getting lazier and then his hips are stuttering.
He bottoms out, shoving his cock as deep as he can, muscles straining as he tries to get himself even deeper. And then he’s finishing inside of you, hot cum filling your pussy, stuffed inside of you with the combined width of their cocks.
You gasp, Wally taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. It keeps you quiet while Dick keeps going, his own movements frantic. You’re grateful for Wally muffling your moans, even more grateful that the rest of the Bats are on patrol right now.
When Dick finishes, your mind goes blank. His and Wally’s combined seed fills you so much it almost hurts, your pussy so full you can barely think.
Dick forces himself to prop his head up, looking at you through sweaty strands of dark hair. “Goddamn.”
Wally kisses your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face. “Did so good for us, baby.”
“So good,” Dick echoes, kissing your forehead, “how’re you feeling?”
“Full.”
They both laugh at that before Dick pulls out of you inch by inch. When he pulls out, all of the cum runs out, dripping down your thighs and onto the bedding below you. You feel strangely empty without him, the void almost hurts.
Wally goes to pull out but you clench up, grabbing at his forearm once more. “Can you,” your face heats up, “can we stay like this? Just for a little while?”
He nods, pushing himself back inside of you. Dick moves himself off of the two of you, laying himself down next to Wally. Keeping his cock nestled inside you, Wally rolls the two of you onto your sides, your face pressed into Dick’s chest.
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