passionate pleasures pairing: dick grayson x afab!reader wc: 1k content: pollen sex, dick is down bad and desperate, he’s a whore, nipple sucking, aggressive fucking, praise kink, overstimulation, marathon sex, degradation kink, he calls you a slut, 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI buy me a coffee | dc masterlist | anime masterlist
“Yeah, that’s it, shh, good girl, take it, just like that, that’s my good fucking girl.” Dick’s voice is a rasp, wrecked by orgasm, raw with the strain of holding back just to watch your every reaction. His hands—those big, familiar hands—are everywhere and nowhere at once, splaying over your hips, pawing at your tits, cupping your jaw so he can see your face as you writhe around him.
He wants you witnessing yourself in this moment, ruined and radiant. The sex pollen hits him in waves now, not as a slow invasion but as a full-body blitz, blood roaring in his ears, every cell in his body screaming for you, for the slick slide of your cunt, for the way you clench around him like you’re never letting go.
His scent fills the air, thick and humid, saturated with need, and you taste it at the back of your throat, dizzying and sweet, a chemical mixture perfectly engineered to make you crave him. Your vision blurs at the edges, every color burned too bright by the seizure-fierce pulse of pleasure.
He’s fucking you harder now, using your body, but in the gentlest way a man can. He presses a palm to your lower back, guides you up, bends you over, strokes your cheek.
“You’re so perfect, Jesus, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says, and you believe it, because you’d believe anything right now, because his cock and his words and the fever in your skin all agree: you were made for this.
Your hips stutter, back arching to catch every inch, and he takes the invitation, grunting as he buries himself to the hilt.
“Look at that, look at how you take me, baby. No one’s ever fucked me like this, no one ever could. I’ll never get enough of you.” He’s talking so much, he can’t stop. Every thought a stream of raw, embarrassing need. He loses himself in the drag and squeeze of your body, the way your cunt milks him, the slick heat of you, the velvet tightness that makes his vision blur and his hands shake.
“You’re my little slut, aren’t you? My good girl, my favorite fucking girl. Thank you, thank you for being here with me, fuck, you’re so good to me, goddamn it.”
Your nails leave marks across his shoulder blades as you brace yourself, and you feel his muscles ripple under your touch, every flex and strain mapped in perfect relief, as if your body’s memorizing him from the inside out. He kisses your back, your neck, your ear, making sure you hear every filthy, adoring thing he has to say.
“Gonna keep you here forever. Gonna fuck you until you forget your own name, until all you know is mine. You like that, don’t you? You like belonging to me?” He punctuates every question with a thrust, shallow and deep, teasing and hard, mixing sweetness with savage need.
And you do, you like it, you want it, you want him to fill you up and split you open and make you his. You feel yourself getting close, the world collapsing into the pleasure and the pressure, the coil inside you winding tighter and tighter with each stroke. He feels it too, the way your walls flutter and tighten, and he groans, low and animal,
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum again, Christ, you’re gonna milk me dry. That’s it, take it, take it all.”
His rhythm falters only to find a new, deeper one, rutting into you like something desperate, undone. The slap of skin echoes in the little room, a drumbeat for your obscene duet. He’s losing his mind now, fucking you with a single-mindedness that feels religious, obsessive, terrifyingly tender.
“Look at you, look at how beautiful you are, so pretty, I want to ruin you, want to keep you just like this, filled with me, thinking about me, aching for me. Never stop, baby, never stop.”
You’re crying out now, not just moans but wild, wordless sounds, as the edge approaches. He wraps a hand around your throat, just enough pressure to remind you he’s there, anchoring you, then tilts your head back so you have no choice but to look at him. His eyes are black with lust, pupils blown so wide they eclipse the blue, his face twisted in awe and adoration and something a little unhinged.
“Say it,” he hisses, “say you’re mine. Say it, baby, I need to hear it, I need—”
“I’m yours,” you gasp, so desperate you can barely breathe, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
He smiles, slow and feral, then kisses you hard, biting your lower lip as he shoves himself deeper, grinding his hips against you for that last perfect inch.
“Good fucking girl,” he says, “my perfect girl.” He keeps you right there, keeps you trembling on the edge as he fucks you through it, determined to make you break before he does.
He wants you to cum first, wants to feel you fall apart around him, wants to see the slack-jawed, glassy-eyed bliss of your orgasm. He fucks you for it—persistent, relentless, greedy—until you come with a startled wail, clamping down around him so hard it almost hurts.
He groans, “Fuck, that’s it, fuck,” and follows you over, rutting through the aftershocks, his cock twitching as he fills you so full it leaks out around the edges. He doesn’t stop, not even after, not even as you both shake and gasp and whimper, bodies glued together by sweat and cum and the mess you’ve made of each other.
He holds you there, kissing your neck, breathing in your hair, whispering, “perfect, perfect, perfect” like a prayer, like a promise.
You think you could stay here forever, wrapped up in his arms and his obsession, high on the sex and the thing between you that feels bigger than lust, bigger even than love. It feels like gravity, inevitable and absolute.
You don’t ever want to come down.
a/n: yeah, so i'm ovulating and this is what happens! hope you enjoyed! as always, like, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! buy me a coffee | dc masterlist | anime masterlist