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Riddlers x Busty/Hourglass!Fem!Reader, 6k words hi and welcome to a crackfic masterpiece (which i can take no praise for, since it all belongs to the wonderful friend who commissioned this)!! it's Zero!Year, Dano, Gotham, Arkham, TWOJAR, Young Justice, Telltale, and Unburied Riddlers taking their turn to be flustered by reader in some of my favourite flirty tropes!! 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: the whole thing is just tits and ass and flirty little mishaps that lead to a threesome, it is trope central for those who enjoy the funner things in life

A beach day didn’t seem like it would be the sort of event that the pale, indoorsy creatures that you loved so much would jump at, but every Riddler you invited had agreed enthusiastically. They were in need of a break, at least you thought, since they worked so hard and diligently, often without a rest even for sleep. So you had scoped out the nicest place you could. Secluded, perfectly private. There was shade with the cabana, plenty of seats, the ideal sand for building sandcastles, a fresh BBQ grill, and sunbeds for anyone who wanted to absorb as much vitamin D as they could. Not to mention, the weather had turned out wonderfully. Warm, tropical, waters that sparkled and clouds that kept just enough of the sun off of them occasionally to offer a short break.

For the Riddlers, though, there was more to this than just relaxation. They had known you for a while now, and each one of them had fallen pathetically, and hopelessly for you. So they jumped at the chance to spend a day basking in the warm sun with you in whatever outfit you planned to wear, which they hoped was slightly more revealing than the baggy t-shirts and sweatpants you usually wore. And when you pulled up to the spot in a slightly tighter t-shirt and shorts, they were more than happy to get a glimpse at your legs and the slightly more descriptive shape of your torso. With that alone, they were all struggling to compose themselves, but when you started to lift your shirt up, their big, smart brains were on fire.

As you lifted up the t-shirt, you revealed larger breasts than any of them, even in the most vivid and wildest dreams, of which there had been plenty, could have dreamed of. Each of them had wondered long and hard about how you looked under your clothes, but they could never had imagined that you would look so perfect. Huge, round breasts covered by the smallest, teeny tiny lime green bikini top, your nipples perfectly visible in outline through the thin fabric. An hourglass shape, a waist that was smooth and grabbable, hips that were wider than your shoulders. And when you slid your shorts off, they were unable to take their eyes off of your thick, soft thighs, and your perfect ass which was threatening to bust out of the matching, even smaller, bikini bottoms.

Noticing them staring, you blushed, offering a wink as you tried to hide how flattering you found their silent, drooling stares, squeezing your thighs together as you felt the familiar tingle of arousal beginning to bloom.

“How do I look, boys?”

There was no answer, they were stunned into silence. So you turned around to start prepping yourself for the day, getting out your book and suncream and towel, and each of them, passing some worried glances between them, tried to focus on not making you uncomfortable by leering, deciding to try and focus instead on their beach day.

As you settled yourself onto one of the sunbeds, you brought out your suncream and started lathering up your arms and thighs, body jiggling as you rubbed it on the top of your breasts and soft stomach. You stretched up, failing to reach your back, and turned to see Capullo, who was staring open mouthed, a trickle of drool spilling from the pool in his bottom lip. Hiding your blush and stifling a giggle, you passed the suncream to him.

“Would you mind getting my back, Eddie?”

“Are you kidding? It would be my pleasure.”

He tripped over himself rushing to your seat, sitting behind you and placing his hands on your hips to move you forward, fingers tracing over the tight string that dug into your curving hips, breath shuddering in your ear.

“Just… you want it everywhere?”

“Oh, yes please Eddie, down to my lower back, if that’s ok. Can you reach it?”

“Uh… yeah I can.”

Eddie stared at where the top string clung to your lower back above your round ass cheeks., clenching his teeth to hold back the whine that was threatening to push out of his throat.

“In fact! I… hope it’s ok… I don’t want any tan lines, so…”

You pulled at the two knots on your hips, bikini bottoms slowly sliding down and falling to the chair, before you reach for the knots behind your neck and back.

“Would you mind getting those, Eddie?”

With quivering hands he reached up, body shaking all over and his own swimming trunks suddenly a lot tighter in the front, cock twitching as he pulled the strings and let your bikini top fall off of you, your breasts covered by your arm.

Taking a deep breath, he squirted the cream onto his hands and placed his palms to your skin, his heart leaping in his chest as you let out a squeal and a giggle.

“Eek! That’s so cold! It feels nice though…”

As Eddie rubbed the suncream into the back and top of your shoulders, he pressed hard with his fingers, massaging you as he went.

“God, Eddie… that feels so good… you’re really great with your hands, you know that? Maybe later you can show me a bit more?”

“D…d-do you mean…”

He gulped, swallowing his nerves, sweat trickling from his forehead where his soft red hair, usually in a perfect, slicked back style, had started falling into his eyes.

“Like a massage… only if that’s ok! And I’ll return the favour, if you have any pain anywhere, or anywhere in particular you’d like me to… rub.”

Eddie had forgotten he was holding the tube of cream in his hand and as he tensed at the notion of having you rubbing anywhere on his body, let alone where you seemed to be suggesting, the pressure of his grip caused it to squirt from the top, landing on your back and all over his hand.

“Oh shit… Sorry!”

“Oh my, Eddie. That was a bit quick, huh?”

You turned around, winking at him. He was trying his hardest to remain composed at the cheeky comment, but his eyes were focused on your breasts, just able to see the darker skin around your nipples above your arm. One slight movement, and he would be able to see everything. But you turned from him and tied up all the knots again, standing up and heading over to the cool box.

“Thanks Eddie! I think there’s a towel in my bag for you to clean off.”

He grabbed it, sulking under the umbrella as he realised he could have had a lot more time with his fingers all over you if he had just kept his cool.

Still blushing a little from Capullo’s little mishap, you dove into the cooler and began prepping some food for later, reasoning that it would make more sense to do it now while you had the energy than have to make it up when everyone was starving. As you finished making up some sandwiches, Dano approached you quietly, trying not to interrupt, but obviously wanting to ask you something. You could tell by the way he stood awkwardly, swaying with his feet kicking lightly at the sand.

“You ok, sweetie?”

“Uh... yeah… if it’s not too much trouble though, I’m kind of hungry. I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“Oh no! You poor little thing! What can I get you?”

“Do we have any fruit?”

You bent down into the cooler and produced a whole watermelon.

“This do?”

“Sure… do you mind cutting it up?”

“Not at all!”

With a smile and a wink, you began slicing up the melon for him. The rind was thick, and difficult to cut through, and the effort you exerted made your breasts bounce around in the tiny bikini, threatening to spill from their inadequate holster.

“Let me know when I’ve cut enough!”

He wasn’t listening to you. He watched you, jiggling hypnotically in front of him, desperately trying to hold in the drool, to calm himself down before his erection made it hard to keep standing up straight. But it was too much not to stare as flecks of cool, watermelon juice sprayed onto your breasts.

You’d cut almost all of the melon, realising that Eddie was yet to stop you, so you stopped yourself.

“Eddie, you alright? I said to stop me when I had cut enough.”

“Oh, sorry… I was…”

“What, you don’t want any of my sweet, juicy melon anymore?”

Your words were so filled with innuendo it was hard for him not to smile goofily at them, as you held up a slice and brought it to his lips, letting him take a small bite, the juices filling his mouth and running down his chin.

With your thumb, you wiped it off of him, sucking it in your own mouth before you brushed his hair behind his ear and handed him the rest of the slice.

“Good boy.”

With that phrase, he let out a squeak and excused himself, rushing to the other side of the area and out of sight.

Just as you started wrapping up the remaining slices in some cling wrap, Gotham appeared.

“Not very gentlemanly of him to request that you slice up a melon for him, take one slice, and then disappear without a thank you.”

“Oh! That’s ok, he’s just feeling a bit off I guess.”

“Well, unlike the rest of these rude boys, I took the liberty of making something to bring along, in the hopes that you wouldn’t be so burdened with chores while we were here.”

“Gee, Eddie that is just the sweetest thing! What did you bring?”

With a pleased little smile, he reached into the cooler and produced a batch of homemade popsicles.

“Gosh, those look delicious! Would you… mind if I tried the first one?”

“I would be honoured!”

He brought out the best looking popsicle and passed it to you, and you immediately popped it into you mouth, sucking on it and pushing it deep past your lips before you brought it back out, licking at the top with your tongue.

“Mmm… oh my god… urgh… this is amazing, Eddie. You’re so good!”

“Uh… th-thank you…”

His cheeks were red hot, flushed instantly as he watched your mouth, it’s apparent expertise in this particular area knowing no bounds. As he witnessed the way your tongue lay flat against the popsicle, the moans of pleasure you made as you tasted his efforts, he couldn’t help but imagine your mouth filled with his cock, making the same sounds of delight as you were now.

“Gosh, Eddie, you taste so good. You’re tingling my tastebuds. Let me get more of you!”

As his own imagination threatened to have him coming, and cumming, undone in front of you, he managed to bring himself back to reality with a quick blink, but he realised he might have been better off in his daydream as it seemed far more explicit in the real world.

While he had been distracted, the popsicle had begun to melt, and had left you in a bit of a sticky situation. It dribbled down your chin, covered your fingers, and was dripping onto your breasts, covering them in sweet, sticky syrup.

“Eddie, would you mind helping me clean up, I don’t… my hands are just as sticky as everything else and I don’t want to set this down somewhere and attract bugs.”

“You want me to… clean… you up?”

“Yes please! If that’s ok?”

“Obviously!”

Jumping at the opportunity to have an excuse to touch you, he grabbed a napkin and slowly reach for your breasts, looking up at you as you smiled down at him, he dabbed at them, watching your flesh bounce lightly under the pressure. Even through the paper, you felt exquisite.

“Thank you, Eddie! I think that’s enough of that for now.”

You wrapped the remaining popsicle into the napkin and placed it in the trash, sucking your fingers clean before you thanked him again. And finally, with everything organised for later, you lay down in a sunbed to read some of your book. Uninterrupted for forty-five minutes, you sat peacefully listening to the sounds of Arkham digging in the sand beside you.

After almost an hour of construction, Arkham looked up from his extravagantly detailed sandcastle in progress, searching for something silently before he noticed you laying on the deck chair reading in the sun, the light making the sweat on your body glisten. He was grateful that his lower half was stuck in the hole he dug himself (to get closer to his architectural wonder in order to add precise little details) because it meant that he was free to allow his hand to drift lower, palm pressed hard against his cock as it threatened to start stiffening. But just as he considered dipping his fingers below the waistband and letting them tease along his mercifully still soft cock, you looked around.

“You ok, sweetie?”

“Um… yes! Could you please pass me the smaller spirit level over though? I want to make sure that the turrets on the entrance are level with each other.”

“Of course! I’ve been watching you building all day, by the way! You’re so impressive, Eddie. And your fingers are so skilful.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped his stress away. A futile attempt at calming himself down, it seemed, as you immediately dropped to all fours on the sand, your breasts pressed together between your arms and threatening to burst free from the already far too small bikini you wore.

“It’s uh… i-in the bag behind you…”

Eddie’s voice broke, shifting into a broken pitch as he forced the words to come out past his stuttering, nervous lips.

“Oh! Duh!”

The tiny moment of relief he felt as you turned your distracting breasts away from him was shattered as you bent over to dig around in his backpack. Because from that angle, the string thong of your bikini was teased up past your wide hips, your ass sticking into the air, cheeks completely exposed to him. And as you lowered your top half further, Eddie watched in quiet awe as your bikini teased upwards, between the soft, plump lips of your pussy, all of you there for him to see.

His tongue pressed out past his lips, as though he though if he stretched it far enough, he might be able to taste you. To press it against those inviting curves, his nose between your ass cheeks, mouth completely devouring your cunt.

Eddie hissed, a panicked whine following it, as his cock twitched, completely erect now. Everything in him screamed out, longing for you, desperate to crawl out of his little hole and mount you, take you there in the warm sand, balls deep, slamming into you, rutting like a disgusting animal until he was covered in your slick and you were filled with his cum.

But instead of fulfilling his wish and fucking you, he pressed himself against the sand walls of the hole, hiding his shame, the pressure and friction only serving to make him more aroused though, as you turned around with the spirit level.

“There you go, cutie! I’m so excited to see it when it’s finished!”

You bent lower still, kissing his forehead and ruffling his hair, before you stood up and returned to the deck chair, your ass cheeks bouncing, reflected in Eddie’s intense gaze as you stepped away from him towards the water.

With the sounds of the others splashing around in the distance, you managed to sneak up behind Twojar, who was wading up to his chest in the warm water, enjoying the peace and quiet. But not if you had anything to do with it.

With a swipe, skimming the top of the waves, you sent a jet of water splashing into the back of his head. He turned, looking pretty pissed until he realised you were the only one near him. His face softened into a smile as he watched you, looking up to the sky and whistling, arms behind your back, trying to pretend that you had nothing to do with the fact that his perfectly tidy hair was now wet and falling out of place against his forehead.

Out of the corner of your eye though, you were admiring the way he looked, his strong, muscular body catching the light perfectly, the water droplets that covered him begging you to lick, or stroke him clean. But you were pulled from your own lustful daydream as a small wave of water crashed over you, soaking you completely. And when you had finally blinked enough that you could see again, you saw Edward raising his hands to splash you again.

Giggling and squealing, you dove out of the way, swimming under the surface up to him and prodding his sides. He let out a weak laugh as he gasped, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the water. You stood against him, both of you panting, chests heaving into each other, completely soaked and smiling warmly. He let go of your wrists and you found yourself letting your palms rest on his chest. It was dangerously close to being far too romantic, but luckily, as he let his eyes fall to admire your body, soaking wet and shining, you saw Edward get flustered, mouth dropping open, tongue licking at his lips before he looked away, cheeks pink, stuttering to get the words out.

“You… sorry, I looked… you’ve had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction… not that I’m complaining, but uh… you might want to fix your top.”

Looking down you noticed that your bikini top had slid over your nipples, exposing them completely. And as arousing as the idea was that you had been pressing them up against Edward’s hard, perfectly sculpted torso, you could feel the embarrassment reddening your face.

“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, Edward!”

“Please, don’t be sorry! It was a pleasure… or… I mean, it’s not… that came out wrong…”

You adjusted yourself, straining to cover your breasts up as much as you could, before you stroked his muscular upper arm, trying to comfort him.

“It’s ok, I get what you mean… I think I’ve made this sufficiently awkward now! I might go for a swim.”

Edward watched you swim off towards the others, cursing himself that he had bothered to say anything. It had been nice to feel your hard nipples against his chest. If he’d played his cards right, he might have been treated to a lot more.

You swam around for a little while, enjoying the way the water felt against your skin, safe in the knowledge that you were hidden in the event of any further wardrobe malfunctions given that you were far enough away from the others and hidden by the water. But you noticed them all making their way to the shore and saw that Capullo and Gotham were currently fighting over who got to control the grill. Realising that you were hungry when the smell of the charcoal made it’s way on the breeze over to you, you started to swim back to shore, ready for a little break and a bite to eat.

As you felt the warm water dripping off of you as you stepped onto the hot sand, you approached the group, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable by the way they were staring.

“What’s… what’s wrong?”

“Uh…”

None of them were able to speak, they just kept staring open mouthed. Worrying that you had something stuck to you or maybe had escaped your bikini again, you looked down to be confronted by the horrifying reality.

Somewhere in the water, you had managed to lose your entire bikini, likely snagged on the piece of driftwood you had swam by not too far out from the shore. In a panic, you were stuck to the spot, and as gentlemanly as you knew the boys to be, not a single one of them could pull their eyes away from your entirely exposed body.

Admittedly, this was playing out a lot like a fantasy you had had. A dream or a notion that maybe one day you would find yourself in a position where you could be ravished by the Riddlers, each of them having their way, taking their turn to touch you where they wanted, all of them on you. And as you looked at their faces, stupefied with lust, each of them displaying a visible tent in the front of their pants, some of that familiar arousal started stirring. But before long, you could feel the embarrassment building up, overtaking the desire to be fucked by your friends.

In a desperate bid to shelter yourself, you grabbed a hold of the closest thing to you to hide in. And luckily for him, that happened to be Young Justice. And as you pressed your completely naked body into his, burying your head into him in an attempt to hide yourself, he could feel himself beginning to panic. You whispered quietly into his ear, and the way your voice tingled him had his cock stiffening against you.

“Eddie… would you mind outing your arms around me? Just to cover me up?”

He tried to speak, but he was completely unable to. Holding your naked, soft, warm body close to him, your breasts brushing against his bare, slender chest, he tried instead to focus on breathing as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

“Thank you, Eddie. Thank you so much, you’re the best.”

Nuzzling against him as he turned you from the stares of the others, he felt himself hardening, surprisingly impressive length pressing against your thigh as he tried his hardest not to lose himself at the tingling sensation of friction.

“Oh my, Eddie! Are you enjoying this?”

He couldn’t see your face, so the sly smile you wore was no reassurance to him that he wasn’t making you uncomfortable. In a bid to end his nightmare, before he made a complete mess of the inside of his trunks in front of the others, he gestured for a towel. Once you were wrapped up safely in it, the blessed image of your body shielded from the Riddlers again, you made your way to a sunbed where you waited for Twojar to retrieve your bikini from the driftwood it was stuck on, floating on the surface of the water.

Your hair was dripping on your face, so you got up to get another towel to wrap it in. Clumsily trying to cover your head, you wrapped it around you, covering your eyes in the process. You tutted, completely frustrated, stumbling back to where you thought your empty sunbed was. And you successfully found it, but while you had been getting your towel, Telltale had assumed the seat was free and had laid down for a quick nap before lunch was ready. Not realising this, you plopped yourself down on top of him, your round cheeks pressed against his abdomen and crotch.

At the sound of his grumbling yelp, you tried to stand up, but fell down once more, bouncing slightly on him. Once Eddie had realised it was you, and your soft body, wrapped in nothing but a towel, that was currently grinding on him, he was far more apologetic. His hand reached for your waist, holding you steady, as you angled yourself against his thick length which began to stand to attention at the way you felt against him.

“Are you alright, dear?”

His grip was firm but gentle, fingers rubbing against your skin in a soothing motion. He purred softly into your ear as he sat up, holding you in his lap.

“I’m not sure I’m all that comfortable, but you can sit here if you want.”

Blushing at the charming flirtations, you could feel yourself loosening up again, no longer as frustrated as you had been. But as Telltale’s fingers traced lower down your hip, reaching your exposed thigh below the end of the towel, he was interrupted by Twojar, who stepped from the water like a shimmering Adonis and held your bikini out for you.

“Ah! My hero!”

Holding the towel against you at the front, you let it slip past your back. The last thing Telltale saw of you before he placed his palms over his face in irritation was your soft ass bouncing as you jogged towards another Riddler.

You tied your bikini strings back on as Twojar held the towel in place for you. He winked to you before he tossed it to the ground and headed for a seat at one of the picnic tables. As the towel landed on the ground you heard an annoyed grumble and a small cry for help. When you lifted it, you found Unburied, buried up to his neck in the sand.

“Eddie! My goodness!”

Crouching down to him, you giggled a little, but he hadn’t noticed that you were laughing at his predicament. He was too focused on the way you had crouched, spreading your legs to the side, giving him a direct view between your legs where you bikini bottoms were stuck, wet, to your pussy, outlining every detail. But this sweet moment was taken from him as you rested yourself on the sand.

“What’s going on here then?”

“They buried me!”

“Oh, sweetie. That’s so cruel! I’m sorry I laughed.”

“Hm… you could make it up to me by helping me get out. I’m getting pretty hungry and my legs have kinda gone to sleep.”

You began scrambling to dig the sand away from around his neck, and as you did so, completely unaware that it was happening as you were so focused on rescuing him, your breasts kept bouncing against his cheeks and his mouth and his forehead. Struggling to hide his arousal, Unburied closed his eyes, trying to ignore you, but it was useless. Your skin was so soft, your breasts so large and full, he could feel himself stiffening even against the packed sand. And the way you grunted as you dug wasn’t helping, the sweet moans and groans driving him wild. It was almost painful, having his cock pushing hard against the firm walls of sand around his body.

Eventually, desperately scrambling against the shame and helped by your efforts, he managed to crawl out of the hole, immediately excusing himself as he rushed to the bus they had arrived in.

“Oh… ok… you owe me a thank you kiss later then!”

He waved at you as he ran awkwardly, his hands held in front of him. You watched him enter the bus and turned, suddenly realising that all of the Riddlers had congregated around you.

“Something the matter?”

“Uh… the food… burned.”

“Oh no! Well… I suppose we could go pick up something to eat at the little café we passed? It’s a shame, I really wanted to eat outside in the sunshine, though.”

Capullo piped up, stepping in front of the others, shoving them to the side as he got closer to you.

“I’ll go get the food! It’s no problem at all, I’ll pick something up and bring it back here.”

“Oh, you are so sweet.”

You took his cheek in your hand, pinching it as you smiled at him.

“Well… he might need some help, I’ll go too.”

“And you will need another set of hands to carry everything!”

By the time the bus pulled away, you realised that all but two of them had taken off in a bid to win your favours by helping bring back lunch. You had turned to find them staring at you intensely, taking in every part of your body that was on show, which was most of it. Dano and Young Justice looked awkwardly at each other, then back at you, and then at their feet as they stood in the sand. Their cheeks were red, embarrassed that they had been caught out. But you weren’t too bothered by their staring. In fact, you welcomed it.

You stood in front of them, hands behind your back in a way that pushed your breasts out, their eyes bulging similarly in response. You shook yourself from side to side, ass jiggling, breasts moving, as your hips commanded their attention. Twirling your hair, you walked closer to them.

“Gosh, it’s been quite a day, hasn’t it? I’m feeling kind of… flustered. I don’t think it’s been relaxing at all.”

“Oh… is there anything we can do to help?”

“Well… now that you mention it, there is a lot of tension that I might need some help releasing, if you boys wouldn’t mind…?”

“What, uh… what kind of help do you need.”

Without much hesitation more than a coy bite of your lip and a soft giggle, you reached your hand to both of their swim shorts, letting it fall lower until you were directly on top of their cocks, rubbing your palm along the already stiff lengths as you giggled at their blinking, shocked reactions.

“Is that… something you want to do?”

It took a few seconds for them both to find the ability to speak again, but the eventually stuttered out enthusiastic agreements.

“Absolutely!”

“Of course!”

Young Justice was the first to take the lead, pulling you in for a kiss as you let yourself fall into his arms. He stepped to you, and you walked backwards, letting him lay you down on the sunbed as he stood beside you. Taking a deep, sultry breath, you tugged at his swim shorts, pulling them down past his stiff, impressively long cock, watching it bounce upwards, hitting his abdomen before settling straight out. You took a hold of it in your fist and started jerking it. His appreciative moans filled the air around you.

Spurred on by your actions, he clearly felt confident to make a move of his own, and he found himself pulling at the strings of your bikini top, loosening the knot until it came free completely, the small triangles that covered you falling to your torso, exposing your erect nipples which he promptly squeezed at, teasing them as he licked his lips, imaging how they would feel against his tongue or between his teeth.

Humming with pleasure at the sensation of his dextrous fingers which circled your nipples and flitted over them softly, combining this with the sweet stinging of him pulling and twisting, you were suddenly aware of another set of hands on your body.

Looking up, straining your neck to see past Young Justice’s hands on your chest, you saw Dano kneeling in the sand, his fingers pulling at the strings on your bikini bottoms. When you were completely exposed he leaned forward, his nose pressed against your folds, wet with your slick at the uncontainable arousal. Positioning himself on the end of the sun bed, he bent down and took one tentative lick at your swollen lips, parting them with his tongue and diving in further when he heard the pleasure in your moans.

As you keenly bucked your hips into his mouth, willing him to take as much of your throbbing cunt between his lips as he could, you turned to the side, catching Young Justice’s eyes. Staring deep into them, trying to keep your own eyes open past the throes of pleasure from Dano’s ministrations on your clit with his deft tongue, you smiled as you continued jerking his cock.

He jutted his own hips forward, desperate for more of you, face contorted in complete pleasure as you felt his length twitch in your hand from the soft movements up and down, your fingers tracing over his head when you reached it, his body wincing in joy at the tickling sensation. Under your touch, he whimpered, whining as he thrust into you, desperate for more.

With your hand on his hip, you guided him to the back of the sunbed, turning yourself over and away from Dano’s sweet lips. On all fours, you shuffled up closer to Young Justice, gripping his cock at the base and letting your lips slip slowly over the head and down the shaft, taking him in your mouth, as much of his as you could.

Dano sat up, and as you wiggled your ass at him, he took the hint and began quickly removing his swim shorts. With his cock in his hand, flushed head and throbbing, thick length, he guided himself between your legs, grunting as he pressed himself inside of you. One inch, then two inches, then with a slow but firm push, he had all of him inside of you, yours walls clenching around him as he started to fuck you. In romantic, slow and gentle thrusts, he filled you with himself, groaning against you with each soft push. As he increased his pace, the gentle rutting sending his abdomen into your ass, bouncing you back and forth, you let him push your body further onto Young Justice’s cock until it was hitting the back of your throat.

Each time you choked a little, but the look on Young Justice’s face at the sound you made around him made it worth it, as he scrunched his features and let out what could only be described as yelps with each pulse of pleasure down his spine.

He tasted amazing against your tongue, almost sweet, divine. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your arousal coating Dano’s cock as it pumped in and out of you, quickening pace as he got closer to his climax.

With a particularly hard thrust, Dano pushed you into Young Justice, your nose touching the tuft of hair at the base of his cock, and the sudden pressure of your mouth closing around him, gagging as he hit your throat again had him coming undone. He came hard, with mewling whines that gave you goosebumps, spilling his seed over your tongue and down your chin as he pulled himself out of you quickly.

As he stood, shuddering, trying to gain his composure, he tried to utter an apology to you. He took your face between his hands and kissed your forehead softly while he whispered.

“I’m… so sorry… I don’t… I don’t know what came over me…”

“I know what came over me though.”

You winked at him, giggling as you let your fingers trail over his slender chest, up and down as he whimpered at the touch, cock threatening to begin twitching again so soon after his quaking orgasm. As he watched you continue to be pounded by Dano from behind, he began stroking your arms and back, letting his fingers make their way back down to your nipples. The extra touch sent you closer to your own orgasm, as you felt Dano reaching his.

He dug his fingers deep into your hips as he pulled your juicy ass onto him hard, groaning interspersed with soft mutters of your name. At the sounds, you could feel the waves of orgasm coming over you, flooding your body as you came, spilling onto Dano’s cock and abdomen, body struggling to stay upright and collapsing onto the sunbed. But, with your ass still pressed into the air, you could feel Dano continue his efforts until he tightened his grip, one final thrust as he held himself inside of you. You could feel the gentle shifting, the warmth of his cum inside of you, spilling out as he removed himself and trailing down your inner thighs. He fell back laying on the sand, cock still throbbing in pleasure, softening now that he had left his load in you.

Satisfied with yourself, you rolled over on the sun bed and put your sunglasses on. You decided to stay in this state, completely nude, wet with your own cum as well as your Riddlers’. It would maybe signal to the others that you were open to some more fun when they got back.

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