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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DC_Animated_Universe, DCU_(Comics), Harvey_Birdman:_Attorney_at_Law_
      (Cartoon), Megamind_(2010), The_Awesomes_(Cartoon), Injustice:_Gods_Among
      Us
  Relationship:
      Reader/Various
  Character:
      Shazam, Superman, Blue_Falcon, Peanut, Harvey_Birdman, Metro_Man,
      Aquaman, Perfect_Man, Reader, Captain_Marvel
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Reader-Insert
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-30 Chapters: 1/8 Words: 1890
****** S.O.S ******
by BardsAmbrosia
Summary
     My beloveds deserve pr0nz
Metro Man walks out of his hidden home on the outskirts of town to fly out into
city.
 
He's not quite Metro Man anymore. He's Music Man. He's grown a beard and has
let his hair grow out to conceal his identity. Although, for the occasion he
has kept his appearance well groomed.
 
He always needs to look good for his dates.
 
He's wearing black, tight denim jeans and a white and gold plaid button up
shirt with a brown coat because it's pretty cold outside. Its not snowing yet,
but the temperature is dropping. Normally, it wouldn't bother him but fitting
in with the citizens is a priority now.
 
No one notices him because he uses his super speed.
 
He arrives at the door of your condo. He runs a hand through his hair and
checks his breath before knocking. A charming smile residing on his sharp and
strong features.
 
You answer it and lean against the door frame upon seeing him. "Well if it
isn't Mr. Fantastic Face. Its been awhile. I knew you weren't dead." You say.
 
Metro shrugs his strong shoulders, while rolling his eyes. You smirk and flash
around, and silently give him entrance. He follows you in and takes care of the
door for you.
 
His eyes steadily watch the gently sway of your hips as you walk into another
room.
 
"I'll be right back." You shout, closing the door.
 
"Right."
 
He's been coming to you for a few years now. For your services. He has grown
quite fond of you, but he never asked you out because of his career. Perhaps
now he could.
 
Moments later, Metro is idly looking out of your apartment window, looking down
at the city to pass the time.
 
"This good?"
 
Metro turns his head.
 
A flash of the pink tip of his tongue coating his suddenly dry lips when he
sees you.
 
 
You wore a strapless, red baby doll dress that cut off right underneath your
panty clad bottom and nothing else, not even a bra.
 
 
He never wanted you to wear one during your sessions.
 
 
"You look great."
 
The airy way he says that makes you raise a brow, before shrugging it off.
 
"Wonderful..now take off your fucking clothes." You command, crossing your arms
under your chest and slowly start to walk over to him.
 
"Yes, ma'am." He whispers.
 
He shrugs off his coat and throws it over the nearby couch, before starting to
unbutton his shirt. He casts his gaze down to his shirt on purpose, you would
find it rude if he were to make eye contact while undressing during the
session.
 
Last time he made that mistake, you kicked him out before he got any relief.
 
The ripple and movement of his muscles under flawless taunt skin draws you in
like nothing else as he works his hands.
 
It's hard being a dominatrix for this guy.
 
You don't have a lot of clients, you have about five. This is mostly a hobby
you do for a cheap price compared to places like dungeons. And the only ones
you get anywhere near regularly are Metro Man and some condescending, smart ass
named.....what was it?....Ben? Bernard. Yeah.
 
 
Metro Man is the only one you'll have sex with. If he asked; which he never
has. It's against the conventional rules, but he's not a regular client.
 
He's already taken off his pants and has drapped them over your couch along
with the rest of his clothes.
 
He's wearing tight, white boxer briefs that really do compliment his obviously
perfect package and perfect thighs. You already know his ass is great. The best
ass in Metro City.
 
 
You've brought the cock ring that he loves so much with you and a pair of cuffs
with a metal chain.
 
The metropolitan likes to pretend he's a powerless, little slave.
 
This relationship is a two way street because you really, really, really,
really enjoy taking advantage of and controlling someone of his stature. It's
dream come true to be honest.
 
You can see that his fair cheeks are slightly flushed as he eyes the cock ring
and cuffs.
 
This was as sexual as it gets between you two. You did this with no one else.
You refused too.
 
But superheroes always get special treatment from their citizens.
 
When you officially met him, you found it odd that Mr. Goody-Two shoes was into
something that most in this innocent and picture perfect metropolis would find
disgusting and sketchy as this.
 
And he's like forty seven, so you assumed he had a partner, like that gorgeous
and likeable reporter he always use to save from Mega Mind.
 
But he didn't.
 
When you found this out, you felt more than special that he came to you for
this particular need. Even if it was just business.
 
 
You walk over to him, eyes trained on his chest, that you really want to touch,
kiss, and lay your head on.
 
Metro Man is silent and totally still, chest raising just a little too fast
because of the exciting anticipation of what's to come.
 
You look up at him while pressing the palm of your hand to his chest. You apply
pressure, and he pretends to fall back against the bare glass, out looking the
city.
 
Anyone could just look up and see him. Just about naked and vulnerable.
 
Metro bites his bottom lip, silencing a moan.
 
You slowly pull down the smooth material covering his erection and slip the
cock ring on with practiced ease. You fingers dance around the underside,
feather light and teasing. You catch the slight jerk of his hips as you cup it
with your palm. Of course it won't stop him from coming at all.
 
"I have a request." He says, gruffly. Your eyes flicker up to his, curiously.
"I...want something different."
 
"Sure. Like?"
 
Metro Man eyes flicker away for moment, hesitant. You feel that wonderful,
warm, antagonizing flutter between your legs, and subtly rub your thighs
together. "Don't be shy.." You try your best to hide your impatience.
 
"Can we have sex?" He sounds like a child begging for a cookie from the jar,
looking at you pleadingly.
 
You smile. "How could I refuse?" Your tone sets him at ease. He smiles back.
"Do you want that on?" You ask, slowly pumping his painfully hard dick. You
drop the cuffs.
 
"Y-yes.." His answer is wanton as he moans against the glass and bucks
gracefully into your hands.
 
You lift up your dress and order him to prepare you. Metro doesn't hesitate to
do so, but his fingers carefully slide into your panties and he discovers how
soaked you are. He bites his bottom lip as your grip on his cock tightens as
his perfect fingers push into and brush all the right places. He pressed in
only two and it felt incredible. His palm presses against your clit as his
fingers pump in and out of you in a moderately even paced speed.
 
It doesn't take long for you to clench up around his fingers. His pulsing cock
is dripping precum all over your hand as he feels you squeeze and convulse
around his digits. He gives you a break and slides them out.
 
Its a miracle that you're still standing.
 
Knees weak, you find the strength tip toe up to his face. Your arm goes around
his neck and you go in for a kiss that he immediately dips his head down to
meet.
 
Metroman sighs into the kiss.
 
He thinks he might be in love with you.
 
Your eventual open mouthed kiss is suffocating and dominating, leaving him no
room to gain the upper hand. Tongue pushing his own back and threatening go
down his throat.
 
Its messy and animalistic.
 
Your teeth nip his bottom lip after the extremely brief moment you pull back
for air.
 
He groans when you pull away from his mouth, trying to meet your lips again.
Your hand tugs gently at his hard length as you move back. He has no choice but
to follow.
 
You tease him with short kisses and lightly brush against the tip of his cock
with the pad of your thumb as you lead him into your bedroom.
 
The back of your knees hit the mattress and you let yourself fall down, hands
leaving him.
 
You turn yourself over and crawl further up the bed, giving your customer a
great view of your ass.
 
No longer feeling like being bothered with the dom roleplay, you shake your ass
to coax him up on the bed. He's over you in no time, pressing and rubbing his
groin into you from behind and peppering your shoulder with kisses and gentle
scraps and nips of his teeth.
 
You groan in frustration. He's too gentle.
 
A simple threat of: Just fuck me before I kick you out, works.
 
Metro lifts up your dress, fingers brushing against your warm skin that he
thinks is absolutely beautiful. But he'll look at all of it another time.
 
He yanks down your panties and entirely leaves the sub zone.
 
You yelp in surprise when his hand comes down on your behind. You moan and
giggle as you feel the hot sting and warmth pool in your abdomen.
 
He does it a few more times and you actually believe you'll reach your release
if he continues any longer.
 
"Please."
 
And he's inside you.
 
It happened so fast.
 
His thrusts are fast and hard. You arch your back and struggle to meet his
thrusts. It seems pointless to try. His finger presses and circles slowly on
your clit as his pace slows and his strokes devel deep inside you.
 
Toes curling, you tighten around him. You whimper as his fingers keep going
even after you orgasm. One thrust is particularly hard and it almost makes you
scream.
 
How you found yourself ontop of him is a mystery.
 
His fingers grip onto the flesh of your hips as he guides you up and down his
cock.
 
There will be bruises to accompany the hot marks on your neck.
 
The room is hot, but his body is hotter as he pulls you against his chest.
Sweating sticking your bodies together like an adhesive glue.
 
His hips pivot into yours as you approach your second orgasm.
 
"Can I come?"
 
You barely register the sound of his voice or his question in your ear.
 
"Yes." The answer is more of a whispered hiss than anything else.
 
He holds you completely still as he bucks into you harder than before and its
alittle too hard. You are pushed over the edge and crash hard, his warmth
filling you up and sending a powerful shiver up your spine.
 
You passed out right after on top of him, and it worries him that you don't
respond to his compliments and questions after a few moments. Maybe he didn't
hold back enough?
 
You're slowly coming to when you feel arms wrapped around you and your chest
against something soft, warm, and solid.
 
"(Y/n)?"
 
You mumble, accordingly.
 
"I know this is sudden, but can I take you out to dinner later? I've been
meaning to ask and--"
 
Your lips press against his for a short moment before you go back to cuddling
against his chest, trying to fall asleep again.
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