"He really tasted as good as he looked."
–> a continuation of this drabble here !! <3
⚠️ CW TAGS ⚠️ ;; 18+, Smut, Porn with very little plot, Gay sex, blowjob (dick grayson recieving), tongue fucking, ass eating, face riding, overstimulation, fingering, anal sex, dick riding, belly bulge, sub!dick grayson, pathetic!dick grayson, mean!Male reader, top!Male reader.. (and possibly OOC!!)
Pairing ;; mlm ;; Dick grayson X Male reader Summary ;; After the success of your mission, coming at the cost of dick lap dancing for another man, you finally have him all to yourself .. and you dont plan on being gentle !! 3.0k words !!
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He really did know how to maneuver his body as good as he did on that pole.
The mission went well—not just well, amazingly well. You both got the drop on the asshole and managed to gain control and cease the entire circulation of drugs that ran through blüdhaven's veins.
Good—no; not just good, fucking amazing.
And you couldn't have done it if it wasn't for Dick managing to catch the fucker off guard via seduction of all things.
You sat splayed on the couch of one of the back rooms, music blasting beyond the walls outside, foul words you could make out if you put your mind to it.
But you were far, far to focused on trying your best not to beat the sleaze who made dick preform a lap dance on him to think properly.
Who the fuck did he think he was, fondling your partner like that? Demanding a lap dance, no less? One from the man who called you and you only "handsome"?—
But you stayed stone-faced.
And now, with dick in your arms after you returned to his apartment; he was all yours to take out your sexual frustrations upon.
You fondled his body, as you both devoured each other's mouths against the wall, the front door barely even clicking shut behind you. His tongue swirled against yours, tasting the drool and flesh of your inner cheeks as you swallowed his tongue in a fervor so unlike both of you.
He pulls his head away, the back of his head banging against the wall as he begins grinding his hips against yours. Hes rolling them against your very prominent erection, your bulge rubbing up against his own cock that began to stand underneath that tight two piece that left nothing to the imagination.
"F-fuck..y-you got me g-going here.." he manages out, between those strangled whines you coax out of his perfect throat.
"Then you'll take me just fine pretty boy."
Your wanting hands find the plush flesh of his ass. You knead them, memorizing the feel of them, the way they felt like fat, soft pillows that you wanted to fall asleep on, the way he bit his bottom lip and ground even harder against your cock.
When you looked down, you saw the way a wet patch stained his bottom piece where his tip writhed.
You could practically taste the way his pre-cum leaking shaft would taste down your throat.
Your hands kneaded and worked eagerly, spreading his thick cheeks as he eagerly whined your name like a good whore.
When you looked down again, that patch grew bigger. He needed you, you knew that.
You kept playing with his ass, your fingers finding his tight little anus puckered and tight through his clothes. He slammed the back of his head into the wall again, arms wrapped around you as he screamed. "t-there!! Fuck..yes~! There!!"
You wanted to slip your hand into that two piece and finger him till he came in his underwear; the idea of watching him trapped against you and the wall, his sweet little hole pulling your fingers in greedily as you curled them against his prostate, him crying and writhing in your arms as he took it wonderfully..
But the cruel idea of making him plead for his pleasure after lap dancing for some micro-dick asshole was suddenly all your lust-clouded mind could insist upon.
So instead, you took your time, pressing lazy, gentle kisses to his neck that were almost wind like in faintness—as if he'd never felt it at all, just a wet hallucination concocted to taunt him. You made sure your hands were gentler near his hole, rimming it delicately. Your 'gentleness' a mock.
And he realized it, looking up at you, those eyes that entrapped oceans and gazed at you across titan's tower, appreciating your more..lewd curves, now filled with a confusion that bordered on maniacal.
"W-what're you..?" He tried to push backwards, to force his body against your finger, to make you finger him, but your grip on him was far too sturdy—your meaty hands gluing him against his body in a way that was frustratingly erotic.
"C-come on!! Ah—w-why aren't you!!—" he keeps trailing off, whining incoherently and beginning to tear up. He writhed even harder, but still, your hands—those same hands he used to fantasize about jerking him off—kept forcefully taming him.
All you did was grin. "Say it nicely."
Fat tears rolled down his eyes. "P-puh..please..I-I need it..p-please..s-shit.."
Would anybody ever believe you if you said that dick grayson—the vigilante nightwing!—the playboy who's jesting smile set the tabloids ablaze was begging you to fuck him?
"Louder." Your hands slip under his skimpy, tight bottoms.
"N-ngh!! ..p-please..p-please handsome..I-I'll do anything..ah..s-shit..p-please..h-help get a guy off here.."
How could you ever say no to that beautiful face?
You wanted to keep teasing him. You wanted to keep him crying for a little longer—but your own throbbing cock began to smear your boxers in precum, your heavy balls twitching and aching for an excuse to burst.
Just like that, you collapsed onto your knees, tearing off that bottom of the two piece, the fabric no longer doing something as offensive as restraining you from ravaging him.
"Hey!! Asshole!!" He grumbled and whined, but found himself hooking his knee above your shoulder anyhow as you slid down the boxers, his throbbing, veined dick shivering. It was almost a wonder he didn't shove it straight past your lips and face fuck you till you choked on his seed right there.
One hand found his hip, squeezing it until violets began to bloom across his skin, the other fondling his heavy, sperm filled sack. You held it in your palms, groping them experimentally.
Your tongue pressed against his oozing slit, covered in a sweet smelling seed that made every primal sex drive within you go feral. You licked, swirling it around, watching he way dick moaned and whined, his head thrown back as you worked.
Then, you finally began to service him.
You wrapped your lips around his cock, then swallowed it without a second qualm. You impaled his cock down the warm, silken interiors of your throat. When you reached the base, deepthroating it all in one go (and dick wasn't small either—hardly. Your eyes just barely began to water) you dragged your head away, before sinking back in.
Just like that, you furiously began to suck him off.
Your head bobbed fast, and not in a 'I'm just reenacting what I saw in a porno' sense, but because you used your tongue to start tickling his blunt cockhead, and that got him moaning, his knees threatening to buckle and collapse under the weight of his body. Your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked, almost a lollipop, in a strange, humorously hot way.
Dick, meanwhile, was seeing rainbows and stars from the insides of a closed apartment.
Your throat was warm, comfortingly warm. He had not a single problem using you as a fleshlight from time to time with the way you used that tongue of yours. Maybe he could beg you until you relented and gave him the most mind-numbing blowjob he'd ever felt.
His hand shakily pulled away from the wall, and then began to find the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair as he whimpered.
He wasn't gonna last.
"H-handsome..h-handsome I'm gonna—!!"
Suddenly, you pulled off of him, and he felt his balls ignite in a searing pain that had him yelping, as you used his balls like a stress toy and squeezed. The hand that held his hip now held his cock, fingers wrapped around tightly, your thumb covering the top of his little, oozing hole.
"Like I'd let you cum like some princess after you lap danced another man?"
His jaw couldn't open in time before the pain left his balls, and instead shot to his hip, where you suddenly pulled him down and used his momentum to lay down till he sat just over your collarbone, looking down at you with those sweet, flushed eyes that you wanted to see fucked out of their mind. His body glistened with a thin veneer of sweat.
When he realized what you wanted, suddenly, he was suddenly on board with it.
"P-please— tongue fuck me good."
"Cum, and I swear, grayson, I'll make your life fucking miserable."
"Shut up and use your mouth! Fuck!!"
He thrusted eagerly, your hands on his hips yanking him until his twitching asshole was right on top of your mouth, and his balls against your nose. The scent was a musk that was sweet, and strangely playful in its allure. Adding to the air of 'speciality' that he seemed to exude in every room he walked in.
Your tongue darted out, rimming his tight little bud. You couldn't see much, nor could you hear much, with his thighs encasing your head like two fat pillows you just wanted to keep cumming on—but you knew he was enjoying it, grinding his body against your mouth for you to keep servicing him so good.
He really tasted as good as he looked.
You sucked on his little hole, toying with it, even using your teeth to tease him and bite his inner ass-cheeks and watch him cry about it.
Then, you finally stuck your tongue inside—his anus immediately softening its tightness just to welcome you in with it's hot, dripping interior.
Now—now, he was hysterical.
Your tongue explored and roamed his rectum freely, tasting his inner walls as you pulled his thighs down, forcing him to sit down properly on your face. He squirmed and tried to arch his back, to try to get away—already so overstimulated. His balls kept stuttering against your nose, and your right hand moved from his hip to his throbbing cock, squeezing it again, covering his swollen tip with the calloused pad of your finger.
A silent forbidding that made him throw his head back and scream to the ceiling.
"FUCK!! THERE!! THERE RIGHT THERE!!"
Perhaps it was the sheer mania of his lust at that moment, because he garnered his strength and managed to lift his hips enough before slamming them back down into your tongue, essentially fucking himself on your tongue.
Oh—oh how hard you were.
Just like that, he began to grind his body, nearly as graceful as he was on that gleaming pole with all those starving spectators, into your tongue, his tight little enterance clenching and loosening in excitement, pulsing as if it had come alive through sheer lust.
One of his hands came to the back of your head, pushing you deeper, fisting your hair as you tongued him at an angle that licked against a bundle of nerves that had him sobbing again.
when he lifted his hips up again, reading to impale himself on your tongue again, you moved him slightly, instead, his fat sack now filling your mouth. He moaned out in pleasant surprise.
You could taste how salty they were, and it made you harder. You ran your tongue behind and enveloped his balls with your silken oral cavity. You slobbered over them, groaning against how his saliva coated balls kept shivering in your mouth, angry and heavy with seed that your right hand still refused to let loose.
And to remind him of that—you gently clamp your teeth to bite his balls as gently as you could.
That got him nearly cumming.
"FUCK!! AGAIN!! AGAIN!!"
Like the good dom you were, you bit again, feeling the way his thighs began to shiver erratically around your head. He moaned and kept thrusting his balls deeper into your mouth, his cock trying to fuck your hands and make you give him a handjob.
But you couldn't help it anymore, you slobbered over his aching hole and nuts enough—you needed to feel the warmth of his insides strangle your cock.
you pulled him off, gasping slightly, he looks down at you, flushed and trembling, beads of sweat falling down like raindrops around you.
"Your room—now." You grunt between pants.
A demand he found himself immediately obeying, shivers running down his spine as he unmounted you, rushing to push open the door to his room as you followed behind hastily, stripping at the doorway as he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding his balls to stop himself from cumming (what a good boy) and the other hastily pumping his cock eagerly.
He found you so hot when you were determined.
You pulled off your disguise sloppily, your body a sight for sore eyes. You threw your boxers off with ease, clothes scattered from the doorway to the carpeted floor trailing to the bed—the story they told easy to follow.
You kissed him hungrily, his hands wrapping around him as his lithe body began to grind and roll, as angelic as he was on the stage, performing for some shitheads and lap dancing that sleaze that still made you see red if you lingered on the memory of it.
With a growl trapped in your throat, you begin to kiss his skin fervently, helping him tear off that sparkling top piece—you wanted him bare when you took him.
You kneaded his ass greedily, fingering his hole with two thick fingers, his eyed half lidded as he gripped the sheets, bucking backwards to take you in deeper—exactly how you imagined he would, really.
You frotted your cocks together, veins bumping against veins, ridges against ridges, it was maddening how addictive it felt.
You scissored your fingers inside of him, stretching his ring of muscle and slamming against his prostate. He twitched and shivered, grinding between you and your fingers in his ass and the bed.
Then, when you declared him prepared enough, you pulled your fingers out—he let out a whine of discontent and loss, immediately yearning for your fingers filling him back up again, but instead, you repositioned yourself, propping your back against the headboard, then pulling him up and settling him on your lap.
"You want me to make you cum? Ride me, ride me till I know you didn't mean an ounce of that lap dance."
He looked at you, almost ecstatic at the idea of humiliating himself for your pleasure and his. He scrambled to properly position himself before calling to you, "look at this handsome—" he grabbed your chin and forced you to stare, even though you were staring anyway, as he impaled himself on your thick, fat shaft.
He took it all in one go, a shiver running down your spine and a moan leaving your throat as your hands tucked themselves behind your head. His insides felt as good as you fantasized of, everytime you furiously beat to the idea of bending him over the counter in titan's tower—he was suffocatingly tight, but his rectum learned to adjust instantaneously, his anal walls massaging your girth veined inch by veined inch. His eyes rolled back as he finally reached your hilt, already so fucked out, his balls ready to finish at any moment.
"Go on." You gave a teasing thrust up, aiming at that angle that mercilessly pounded his writhing prostrate.
Without any further confirmation, he lifted his hips and began to lift himself up your cock, the warmth that enveloped you suddenly vanishing before he slammed back down again, moaning, throwing his head back and almost laughing. "F-fuck!! G-God your so big, handsome!!" He fucked himself on your cock, and you watched with lazy, amused eyes. Sure, the force he was exerting to slam down might break your fucking pelvis—but watching the way his pecs jiggled, inviting and pleading to be vandalized, made it worth it.
You leaned up and began to kiss across his chest fervently, biting his smooth, tanned skin and sucking aggressively, as he fucked himself with your cock harder, bouncing up and down as if you were his mindless dildo to simply please himself with.
The headboard banged against the wall with a powerful crack everytime he bounced. The room was a ln orchestra of dick's moaning, your grunts, and the wet squelching and plapping of your sweat slicked bodies against each other.
"I-im..im never lap dancing anybody ever again!! I-I swear!! Fuck..g-god..never let me g-go, handsome!!"
That's when you noticed, as you pulled back ready for another kiss between his screams, how his belly began to swell for every pump his body gave your cock. You looked down, then found yourself grinning at the bulge you gave him—him your own cock springing to its glory through his belly, and him still being so greedy to take it all.
"I-im gonna..a-ah!!"
Suddenly, he clenched all around you, strangling your girth inside of him. Unable to any longer, he ejaculated finally, his throbbing cock spurting thick, hot ribbons of semen that painted both of your stomachs.
With a roar, you pushed him down on the bed, his body too fucked out and eyes rolled back into his skull, riding cloud nine as you thrusted in and out of his inflamed, pulsing anus—fucking into overstimulation.
The plaps that filled the room were wet with lust and fervor as he whined a slurred incoherent string of cries of content.
"G-god I'm.. fuck..take it pretty boy."
You tipped over the edge yourself,nearly blanking for a second as the burning, pent up tension in your balls finally explode into the depths of his guts all at once, painting his stomach and intestines with so much of your thick, creamy seed, that he can taste burning in the back of his throat, leaking out of his sweet little bud and onto your cock.
After a long, long moment of riding out your orgasms, you slowly slip out of his body with a slick, wet pop, collapsing beside him on the bed, your wet, semen soaked cock limp against your stomach.
You both panted, staring at the ceiling, both of your sweating staining his bedsheets and dampening them—then, quietly, he turned towards you, eyes soft, yet twinkling with amusement.
"..so...you like me, huh?"
"..you think?"
You both smile at each other playfully, your arms wrapping around his panting body, pulling him into your chest as he began to nuzzle into your chest, sleep overcoming you both.
Maybe you'd make him lap dance for you tomorrow morning.
(Author's note: my first smut fic!! hope you guys enjoy!! <3)
