dick likes when you announce that you’re gonna cum for him.
he likes the power rush of knowing he’s the one driving you to the edge, the one making you gasp to the point where you can feel the thoughts leaving your mind, feel the shivers getting ready to take through your body, and feel the need to tell him - to pray to him to make it happen.
“just let it happen, angel. you can let it go, just gotta tell me. just have to let me know when, alright, baby?” he coos - and, god, can dick coo, his soft noises of approval mixing with the moaning and squelching that escapes you.
his fire-filled blue eyes never stop focusing on how your hips twist and jerk against the same hands that save people across blüdhaven and gotham every day. that must be what makes them so rough, dexterous and powerful - a fact that melts you and one he’s more than willing to tease.
“you like that? like my fingers on your spot just like that?” he asks with a smirk on his lips as they let out hot air against your ear, black hair matted with sweat as he leans over you, his fingers never stopping. he crooks them methodically, finding the little divot inside your pussy and pushing into it for what must be the thousandth time.
“did you hear me, princess?” he asks with a tiny laugh at how he needs to reiterate himself, seeing that your ability to respond is dripping out of you just like the mess of slick between your lower lips is practically leaking down to his palm.
“i said all you need to do is tell me and i’ll let you cum.” the humor stays in his tone as you inhale sharply at another graze against your g-spot. when you exhale out the tension it comes with a throaty confession that yes, you’re close, you’re close.
your hand alternates between helping the process by gliding along your clit and trying to slow dick’s unceasing pace by grabbing weakly onto his wrist - attempts which fail again and again because nightwing can always withstand anything you throw at him and even at your strongest, his loving could shatter you.
a third of his fingers slips into the fluttering heat that is by now sloppily wet, giving you all but seconds to register the obscene stretch with a pleasured sob.
“fuck, dick - i’m cumming, i’m cumming, i’m cumming! dICK -!” comes out of you like a mantra, your eyes shining, your hair splayed - you’re the goddess he’s trapped on his bed, under his perfect build and his tortuously wanton touch.
and he laughs as the shivers roll through you, the clear spritz that erupts from below your clit sprinkling all over your thighs and his toned forearm.
“that’s it.” he practically purrs with an absolute lascivious sparkle in his eyes. “that’s my girl. look ‘t you.~ creaming all the way down my arm? you really wanted that, huh?”
and of course, he needs the confirmation from your panting, kiss swollen lips as he runs his thumb across them. he craves it again - the sound of you deferring you pleasure to him after all his masterful work.
“right? tell me you wanted it, pretty thing.”
“i w’nted it, dick.” you slur out, fingers trying to grip his black hair for purchase in the aftershocks of the pleasure his fingers had unlocked within you.
“and you want more, right, babe? tell me if y’ want more.” his voice and smile become gentler but his thumb stays circling on the sticky, drenched bud that is your clit, implying far from gentle pleasures to come.
you hum out a moan with a crooked smile and lidded eyes that see him, only him.
“yes, i want more of you, dick” is all he needs to let two of his fingers slide back over your warm slit with a wink. good. giving you more just means he gets to hear you get close again and again and again…
“that’s it.” he reassures in that way that only he can. “i’ll give my lovely lady so much more - you just keep talking for me…”
