Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Summary: Everybody knows about Dick Grayson, Starfire, and Barbara Gordon. A love triangle like no other where, more often than not, Barbara gets the short end of the stick.

So she moves on. She decides to date.

And now...Dick knows how it feels to get cucked at the door.

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At one point in time…

Knock, knock!

Barbara Gordon stood nervously outside the apartment door, clutching a small bouquet of flowers. The scent of roses and her light perfume filled the air as she raised a trembling hand to knock. It was Valentine's Day, and she had worked up every ounce of courage to surprise Dick Grayson, hoping to rekindle something they once shared.

So when the door finally opened…

"Dick, I think the pizza is—oh! Can I help you?"

[ Source: Barbara-meets-Starfire-EDIT by TheArtOfBrise

Comic: Nightwing Annual #2 (1996) ]

…and a stunning orange-skinned woman with flowing auburn hair and glowing green eyes came into view. An arm on the door frame, she cocked her head, confused. Her complexion orange and erotic, the woman wore only a loose varsity jacket, draped open to reveal toned abs, long, impossibly perfect legs, and huge breasts.

"Uh, no, I'm Barbara, I-I-I'm, um, a friend of…" Barbara almost couldn't say his name, instantly feeling small and unremarkable in her jeans and tank top. Because if this was Dick's place and this woman was here naked…

No, no, no.

"...D-Dick's and—"

The alien woman brightened and cut her off. "Oh! It's so nice to finally meet you! Dick speaks very highly of you," she said warmly. Her English was rich, with an accent that hinted at a foreign—no, alien—origin. She tilted her head slightly, her glowing eyes scanning Barbara with curiosity and kindness.

Before Barbara could respond, another voice rang out from inside the apartment. "Kory, baby, is that the food?" 

That was Dick.

He was here.

Barbara's heart dropped. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were lost in a wave of emotion. Starfire—this had to be Starfire. She was everything Barbara wasn't: taller, radiant, magnetic, talkative, innocent...

'Big fucking tits too.' Batgirl imagined Dick Grayson slobbering all over them or sticking his dick between them. Her own rack was...

D-cups.

What were D-cups to this slutty, hot princess from another world? What was Batgirl to a woman who was powered by the sun? Who could blast apart planets? Simply walk and get every man in a twenty-metre radius to leer at her jiggly tits?

Barbara's bouquet suddenly felt ridiculous in her hands, a child's token compared to the goddess standing before her.

"I've got to go..." Barbara mumbled, backing away. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned on her heel, her sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor.

"Wait!" Starfire called out, reaching a hand toward Barbara, boobs jiggling, but she stopped when she heard her boyfriend.

"Kory, who was that?" Head poking out from the bathroom door was Dick Grayson, his hair damp from a shower and a silly smile on his face. He didn't know. He didn't know.

He shouldn't know, Kory thought.

"Wrong number…"

"You mean wrong address," Dick corrected with a chuckle.

"Of course."

He gestured at his exotic alien girlfriend to join him. With a tentative glance at the hall, she closed the door and did.

***

Dick Grayson broke up Starfire not too long after. He loved her, yes. He loved her dearly. However, sometimes, things just didn't work out.

He was back in Gotham.

He was back to pining for Barbara who he hadn't called, texted, or talked to in months. He only managed to get her apartment number because of Stephanie.

It was supposed to be a simple visit. No expectations, no pressure. Dick Grayson stood outside Barbara's apartment door, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. It was Valentine's Day, and he'd decided—against his better judgment—to pay her a visit. He carried a bottle of her favorite wine, hoping to share a drink and maybe reconnect after all these years. 

'Just say hi, maybe have a laugh about the old days. No big deal. What's the worst that could happen?'

He raised a fist and knocked. The sound echoed down the hallway, and for a moment, all he heard was the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. Then came footsteps—slow, deliberate ones—and the door creaked open.

Dick's brain short-circuited.

Destiny was a fickly, funny thing. If it could happen to the intelligent redhead bombshell Barbara Gordon, then of course it could happen to the playboy resident hottie Dick Grayson.

Insecurity.

Standing in the doorway was a young man, black-haired, calm, and radiating the kind of effortless cool that made you instantly insecure. What made it worse wasn't his looks. No, it was the fact that this guy was completely nude. And hung. Like, really hung. The kind of hung that immediately made you question your entire existence as a man. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His eyes flicked down for less than a millisecond. He wished hadn't.

It was the biggest cock he had ever seen. 

'Ten inches. That thing's gotta be ten inches flaccid...!' 

"Uh... hi," Dick stammered, his voice cracking like a teenager's. "I, uh, is Barbara home?"

The guy leaned casually against the doorframe, utterly unbothered by his nakedness. His smile was warm and polite, like Dick hadn't just interrupted a private moment. "Barbara? Oh, you must be a friend of hers. She's in the shower." 

The male turned a little and jabbed a thumb behind him. In that brief second, Dick's eyes darted down despite himself and he immediately cursed his reflexes. 'Stop looking at it, stop looking at it, stop—!' 

If those balls nutted in Barbara...god.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" the guy asked, looking back and tilting his head curiously. 

"D-Dick," he managed to choke out. 

The man's face lit up with recognition. "Oh, you're Dick!" One arm on the doorframe, the other went out for a handshake. "Aaron Reigner. Nice to meet you. Babs has mentioned you before."

Dick awkwardly switched the wine bottle to his other hand to shake it. "Haha, yeah, good to meet you, man."

Good to shake hands with a guy whose cock was twice his size flaccid. Fuck. Dick felt instantly emasculated. 

No way. No way this was happening to him, Dick Grayson the legendary Nightwing. By glancing at the handshake, he saw Aaron's fat hefty nutsack and girthy, long cock. It was a shade lighter than his god and incomparably bigger than the Flying Grayson. Dick estimated himself to be three inches flaccid and six inches hard.

This guy was almost double his size without doing a thing.

Suffice to say, Dick's own balls shriveled up.

Just...no way. No fucking way. He was not competing with that on any level.

"Haha...haha..."

Up and down, up and down, their handshake went. Then it ended and there was the briefest of pauses.

'Mentioned me? How? As a friend? As the smaller dick? 'Cuz holy crap, that thing's longer than my forearm.'

"I, uh, hope they were good things," Dick said weakly. His smile felt like it was being held together with duct tape.

"Haha, it's not in Babs' nature to talk too much. She complimented you the right amount, I feel."

"Haha…haha…ha…"

Aaron leaned against the doorframe again, relaxed and completely unaware of Dick's spiraling humiliation. 

"So, want to come inside?" 

"Ah, no, it's fine. I was, ah, here for someone else," Dick said lamely, his voice an octave lower than normal. He shifted his weight again, acutely aware of the wine bottle sweating in his grip. "Wrong number, same apartment, haha."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you later then, man." Aaron smiled, nodded, and closed the door.

Dick's gaze flicked downward one last time.

Click.

The door was locked.

Holy fuck, that damn cock was railing Barbara? Like…how the fuck was she supposed to come back to him after this demigod stretched her out. If she did it even just once…

Dick Junior would be out of business forever. Nightwing and Batgirl would no more.

Dick jogged down the stairs. He didn't bother with the elevator, his ears burning with humiliation. He practically sprinted to his motorcycle, throwing on his helmet as if it could shield him from the shame. 

'Ten inches. Ten flaccid inches.'

As he revved the engine and sped off, Dick muttered to himself, "No big deal. Totally fine. Just a random dude. Probably not even her boyfriend. Definitely not a big deal." 

But deep down, he knew. Oh, he knew. And the wine bottle, now warm and forgotten, sat on the passenger seat like a cruel reminder of the night's colossal failure.

"His cock was bigger than the wine bottle…"

Fuck. Fuuuck. That dreadful shame sat at the bottom of his belly. The shame, the feeling that his girl was getting dicked down in ways he wouldn't be able to replicate.

****

What was the difference between Starfire and Barbara Gordon? The alien princess was taller and bigger tits. So what did Barbara have?

A better ass. A peach-shaped delicacy that was proportioned to utter perfection. No amount of genetics could match Batgirl's ass cheeks.

Then there were her skills. Barbara was smart and she carried herself that way in every facet of her life.

The steam from the shower curled lazily around Barbara, wrapping her hourglass figure in a warm, comforting embrace. The water traced the contours of her toned frame and she sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers through her red hair. It was moments like these—quiet, intimate, and entirely hers—that she cherished most.

But then, the bathroom door creaked open, and she blinked mid-lather. Her heart skipped a beat, but only for a moment, because she knew exactly who it was. Aaron. Her ordinary civilian boyfriend. A messy hook-up turned fulltime lover boy.

Only he would be so casual about coming in. She turned her head slightly, not fully facing him, but enough to catch a glimpse of his tall, lean frame leaning against the doorframe.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you to knock?"

Aaron smiled. "You left the door unlocked. That's practically an invitation." His deep voice carried a playful edge, and Barbara felt a shiver run down her spine despite the heat of the shower. He was wearing nothing but that confident grin, and as he approached, her eyes involuntarily drifted downward.

Oh god.

In some ways, he was a lot like Dick Grayson, lean and hot. In others...

Her innocent civilian boyfriend was incomparable. The kindest, most attractive man in the world.

Oh, and the most hung too.

His flaccid cock hung between his legs, already massive even in its relaxed state. Ten inches of sheer thickness, slapping away at his thighs from each step he took. Barbara's breath caught in her throat, just as it always did. No matter how many times she saw it, she couldn't quite get used to the sight.

Thwap, thwap, thwap! The classic cock slapping sound, lewd and hot. Barbara turned herself to fully face where he was coming from. Her breathing became almost needy and her thicc thighs rubbed together.

The shower stall slid open.

"You're staring." Aaron possessed a naturally flat tone of voice, which made his teases all the more enjoyable. He was different from Dick who was a goofball much of the time. Aaron veered on the serious and solemn and that was what made him so appealing. Breathing through that exterior and going to cock of things—sorry, the heart of things was the best experience of her life.

He stepped into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind him. The space wasn't exactly designed for two, but that only made it more intimate. The water fell on him. His dark hair wettened.

He was an inch taller than Dick, she estimated, and without scars. Aaron Reigner was...flawless. An ordinary man who was hot and lean and everything she wanted in a man. Someone who was steadfast in his love.

Who only looked at her.

Barbara bit her lip, trying—and failing—to suppress a smile. "Can you blame me? It's… distracting." She reached out, her fingers brushing against his forearm, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Distracting, huh?" he murmured. He leaned in, cock and balls cock swinging gently as he did, and Barbara couldn't help but glance down again. "Maybe you should do something about it."

Her cheeks flushed, but her hand didn't hesitate. Without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the sheer size even in his flaccid state. He hummed when she began to stroke him slowly, pumping her fist up and down his length. She loved the way he responded to her touch, the way his muscles tensed under her hand.

"Good girl..."

Barbara went red. Barbara did as she was told and jerked him off harder.

"You really know how to jerk a cock, Red."

"Y-you're such a tease," Barbara stammered, almost as red as her hair. She could feel him growing harder with each stroke, thickening in her grasp and rising until....

"Ah!"

It lodged between her legs, heating up against her bare pussy. How many inches it was, she did not know, only that casually went beyond her thighs and ass. Indeed, though trapped by Batgirl's thighs, they were not limited.

Aaron chuckled. "If I'm the tease, what does that make you?" He reached out, cupping her cheek with one hand while the other traced the curve of her hip.

Barbara didn't answer. Instead, she leaned into him, her free hand resting on his shoulder as she continued to stroke him. That giant cock brushing on her cunt, the water streaming down their bodies, slicking their skin, and how she eagerly pressed herself closer. Barbara and Aaron were lovers.

His cock twitched one last time, fully erect now. Aaron grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezed them once, then walked back.

He showed her.

He showed what she had upgraded to.

'No other dick compares...'

Thirteen inches of pure, throbbing perfection. Thick and veiny, it poked her pussy, demanding her attention. Barbara couldn't tear her eyes away, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Y-your cock is so amazing..." Breath in, breath out. God, in a shower, her ex's cock never did this. No matter where she moved, she would always feel the monster cock. It had already stretched her. It was bound to her.

Her fingers wound up in her cunt. It wasn't enough. She needed more. Dildos wouldn't do. Six inches wouldn't do.

Thirteen inches would.

"So big, so big, so big...." Barbara was shaking, hands by her side, cheeks and ears scarlet red, and just staring. She wanted to touch it. The water oozing off of it looked like pre-cum. She leaned down ever so slightly.

Aaron decided it was time. He pulled her into a kiss, grabbing that sweet ass and giving a spank. "Mmmph~!"

Barbara loved the ass spanking so he did it again and again until she moaned. Breaking the kiss, he proceeded to spin her around. Her boobs jiggled wildly. She was no Starfire. However, Barbara was still a D-cup gymnastic. A woman with a peachy ass and gorgeous tits tipped with red.

A classical, hourglass redhead.

"A-Aaron...!" She felt the tip of his cock brush against her entrance. A shiver ran through her and she arched her back instinctively.

On all fours, ass out, and eyes looking back, all she wanted was to fuck.

To think just minutes ago, her ex had come to visit. The Flying Grayson was lucky Aaron had not mentioned it. Otherwise, this fuckfest would have become a humiliation ritual for him. A thirteen inch battering ram of a dong was pressing up against her cunt. Her pussy was already stretched. Already acquainted.

"You ready?"

Barbara nodded feverishly, her hands bracing against the wall. "Yes. God, yes."

He pushed inside her in one smooth, relentless thrust, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. "Nnnnghhhh~!"

"Cumming already!"

His pelvis slapped against her ass. There he was. Back inside. Back where he belonged. Dick Grayson laid his claim a long time ago. So had Aaron and he...

"Yesssss~!"

...could do things no man before him could. He could make Barbara Gordon squeal and orgasm just by being inside.

So if that was the first thrust...

"Oh gosshhhh~! Oh god! Goddd! Aaaaron! Aaron, your COCK! YOUR COCK IS TOO GOOD! TOO GOOOD~! NNGHHH~! C-CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIIING!"

The rest was bound to be ridiclous. In thirty seconds of fucking, her ordinary civilian boyfriend managed to make her orgasm more than Dick Grayson ever did. In one hour, the playboy managed four orgasms.

"CUMMMMIIING~! I'M CUMMING BECAUSE OF YOUR BIG FAT COOOOCKK~!"

In forty seconds, Aaron managed thirty.

Truly incomparable.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Barbara didn't have huge tits. So fucking what? Smack! Clap! Thwap! The lewd noises of a pelvis fucking an ass was equally as amazing as fondling tits. The jiggles, the slight shift of pink, the balls-slapping against them as if they were lovers.

Indeed, without a proper ass, the noises of mating could not be established. The moans, the gasps, the slaps, all of it was apart of the experience. Being able to fuck the best ass of all was delightful. Being able to pound away at Batgirl with zero repercussions and complete love was a privilege.

Dick Grayson threw it away for a big titty bimbo alien princess.

So in came an ordinary man who asked her out.

In came a man with a huge cock, huge balls, and a bigger heart.

A man who didn't just fuck that ass but cherished. A man who didn't sigh and silently prefer big tits.

Being able to pull out, sandwich your cock between ass cheeks, and then lean forward to whisper, "Want more?" was a fucking dream. Dick Grayson threw it all away for a whole titty fuck.

Well, in the opinion of those that loved Barbara Gordon and Batgirl, getting a woman whose ass cheeks squeezed the living life out of cock was better. 

"Haah...nnghhh...Aaaroon..."

She was smiling. She was happy. So she kissed them. They kissed, her ass grinding up and down, before Aaron ended the kiss and got back to fucking.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"I LOVE YOUUUU~!" Barbara cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles as he filled her completely. Her toes curled, her nails scraping against the wet surface in front of her, and she gasped for air.

"Aaaron~! Aaaroooon~! Aaron…!" Barbara could only moan and gasp and whimper. With a cock like this, there was no resisting. There was no chance of it slipping out, unlike Dick Grayson. "You're soooo big! Nnnnghhh…! Gah! Oh god, oh god, oh god—cuMMIIING~!"

Aaron did not brag about his skills in bed. His actions did all the work. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into her bouncing booty and driving her wild. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her pussy, hitting spots she didn't even know existed.

Had Dick Grayson ever even fucked her?

"I assume he did, you don't sound like a virgin."

Oh fuck, she said that out loud! "S-soorry! S-sho shooory!"

"Don't!" Thrust! Orgasm. "Be! Intrusive thoughts are intrusive thougths! And...!"

Barbara Gordon was supposed to be intelligent. She was supposed to be Oracle, dignified and smart and—oh god, she was cumming. "CUMMMING!" Eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out—good heavens, she was cumming.

Aaron smiled. "That sounded like a compliment."

Barbara could hardly form coherent thoughts. All she could do was feel—the way his cock stretched her, the way his hands gripped her hips, the way his breath hitched with every movement. She was lost in the rhythm, in the sheer intensity of their connection, and when the hundredth orgasm hit her, it nearly brought her to her knees.

She screamed his name and shuddered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But Aaron didn't stop. He kept going, fucking her closer and closer to a state she would not recognize. Until she was a quivering, whimpering mess.

"Aaron, please…" she begged, her voice breaking. "Cum...cum inside...d-do what Dick...wooon't..."

"..."

Casually, he thrusted. Casually, his thrusts became deeper and faster, and Barbara felt herself spiraling toward another climax. This time, it hit her even harder, her vision blurring as she came apart in his arms.

"I'll think about," Aaron ended up saying.

Only then did he allow himself to finish. After a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and jerked himself off to completion. "Here it is! I'm going to cum all over your ass, Barbara!" His cock pulsed and spilled his seed all over that peachy booty. He groaned her name, jerking and pulling at his cock until he decided he had enough.

While still cumming, he slapped his cock onto her ass, pulled her tight against him, wrapped his arms around her stomach, and crashed his lips into hers in a searing kiss.

Their bodies trembled together, the shower still raining down on them as they clung to each other. Barbara felt fucking stupid. Straight up, she felt dumb like she was some cum slut bimbo.

"I-I'm supposed to be the best hacker in the world," Barbara whimpered out. She almost felt ashamed of what she was. Almost.

When she saw Aaron's face, this ordinary man who was nothing but an office worker at Wayne Tech, everything felt okay. 

The shower washed away his thick, creamy cum. That was when he spoke and made his move.

"You still are, honey."

Sighing and smiling, Aaron scooped her up.

"Wanna go?"

Batgirl couldn't help but smile. If some of those pervy criminals saw her now, they would think she was a whole other person. Blushing and smiling like some Victorian-era maiden saved by her knight. "Mhm."

Barbara wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the bathroom, water droplets trailing behind them like a bridal veil. Her laughter faded into a breathy sigh as she felt his hardness pressing up her butt. Fully hard and stretched out, it was impossible not to notice. Her eyes flickering over to where his massive cock bounced each step. Thirteen inches long—how could anyone get used to that?

Cum and water dripped from the tip. He walked across her bedroom, not noticing.

"You're gonna ruin my floors," Barbara teased.

"Worth it."

He laid her down on the bed. Almost instinctively, Barbara went on all fours and crawled, her ass jutting out towards him. Before she could make it too far, he gave her a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room, and Barbara just looked back with a smirk.

"Horn dog." 

Barbara liked that part of him. Dick was too abrasive. Too much of a lover boy. Aaron just did things without saying it.

"Hot damn," he muttered, squeezing her cheeks. "The recoil on that thing! You're built for this."

"To fuck?"

"Being Batgirl."

"So having a good ass is what means to be Batgirl?" Barbara shook her booty. "Men."

"True. Men can be idiots. Luckily, I have the smartest woman in the world to balance it out."

Barbara blushed and crawled away. Indeed, because Dick was a lover bomber and Aaron wasn't, when he praised her, he meant it. She crawled until her head fell on the pillow and she could see her nude boyfriend and his giant cock.

"You want my opinion? I think you're the one who's built for this." Barbara breathed. "You're hung like a horse. Are you sure you're not a metahuman?"

Aaron laughed, climbing onto the bed and slapped that big monster cock onto her pussy. "Better question: why are you always so obsessed with it?"

She didn't have an answer—at least not one she could articulate. Instead, she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. Aaron leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss while guiding his cock to her entrance. The moment he pushed inside, Barbara gasped and suppressed the urge to arch her back.

"E-every..."

Four inches, five inches, six inches...

Seven inches. More than Dick could ever go.

"TIME!"

On top of that, her new boyfriend was thick, impossibly so, stretching her in ways she didn't think were possible. And yet, every inch felt like heaven.

"Oh God," she moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as he bottomed out. "Aaron…fuck…"

He paused, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers. "You good?" he asked.

Barbara nodded frantically, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was on top of her. He looked at her like he truly, whole-heartedly loved her. No hesitation, no other woman. Only her. "Yes, yes, just move. Please."

Aaron obliged, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in with a force that made her cry out. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement calculated to hit every sensitive spot inside her. Barbara's body melted under his, her muscles tightening as pleasure coiled within her.

How many hours had she trained? How much time did she spend every night fighting criminals? God, she didn't know or care. She was willing to be Batman and commit to seven hours of nightly patrols if it meant this. If it meant every night, she came back to this.

"Cooockkk...!" 

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, desperate for more.

But Aaron had other plans. He broke away from her lips, sitting back on his heels and pulling her up with him. Before Barbara could protest, he flipped her over, her knees sinking into the mattress as she assumed the position. Her ass was on full display now, and Aaron wasted no time admiring it, his hands kneading her cheeks as he lined himself up again.

"You ready?"

Barbara glanced over her shoulder, her hair sticking to her flushed face. "Y-you're way too obsessed with my ass..."

Aaron chuckled, giving her another spank before thrusting into her without warning. Barbara's shriek turned into a loud, drawn-out moan as he filled her completely. CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! Her hands gripped the headboard for support, her entire body shaking with each powerful thrust. She could feel him everywhere—stretching her, claiming her, making her his in every way possible.

"Gosh! Nnnngh, Aaron! Aaaron~! So deeep!" Her eyes rolled back and her voice broke as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there! Oh God, right there!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Aaron focused on that angle. He fucked it nice and well. It was way out of Dick Grayson's reach. Poor guy. He was Nightwing yet he never managed to fully satisfy Barbara? Was he too busy with Starfire?

Oh well. Barbara's increasingly frantic moans and Aaron's increasing balls-slapping pace went hand in hand. "Gssskkk~! Ngghhh~!" She covered her mouth. She had to in order to make herself sound remotely human. Batgirl could feel herself unraveling, her orgasm building with each thrust, each stroke of his cock against her womb.

"How many orgasms?"

"W-we're at a hundred and t-twenty!" Barbara managed between gasps. She counted. She did have a photographic memory, after all. She always remembered. "Twenty-one! Nnnghhh! Don't stop, Aaron, please don't stop!"

He didn't. If anything, he fucked her harder, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed her closer to the edge. Barbara's vision blurred, her entire world narrowing down to the feel of him inside her. When her one hundred and fiftieth orgasm finally hit, it was explosive, ripping through her with such intensity that she screamed his name and Aaron didn't even know it. He thought she was moaning for the sake of it.

Aaron groaned, his rhythm faltering as her tightness threatened to pull him over the edge with her. But he held on, determined to make her come undone once more. He slowed his pace, allowing her to catch her breath before picking up speed again. Barbara whimpered, her oversensitive body struggling to keep up, but she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her.

"You're a mess," Aaron murmured, his tone equal parts smug and affectionate. "Look at you. Heh, Valentine's Day."

Valentine's Day.

Her body had a visceral reaction. Her body remembered the tears. The day she got cucked by another woman.

Barbara's mind barely registered his words, too lost in the sensation of him moving inside her, but her mind remembered. Her legs trembled, her mind fogged with lust, and yet she couldn't get enough. "More," she begged. "Please, Aaron, I need more."

Vengeance. This was all about vengeance.

So when her ordinary boyfriend buried himself deep, cock fully inside and balls pressed flat, she moaned out, "Insiiiide~!"

His cock pulsed and flooded her insides in a way Dick Grayson never had. Barbara felt the warmth spreading inside her. She whimpered, she convulsed, and her head dropped down. Only her ass was raised up.

Slam, slam, slam!

Perfect for a creampie and short bursts of thrusting. Aaron was sighing as he emptied his balls inside her Batgirl pussy. He wrung out so much baby batter that when he pulled out, all Aaron could do was slap her ass and say, "I hope you took the pill."

Barbara Gordon never took the pill.

****

Two days later.

Dick Grayson stood outside Barbara Gordon's apartment once again, box of chocolate chip cookies in hand this time. They were her favorite, after all. Maybe this would help. Not that he had anything to apologize for. It wasn't like he did anything wrong. Two days ago, discovering that she had a boyfriend—that boyfriend—had rattled him, sure. But jealousy wasn't a reason to avoid her.

Plus, he did his research. He did some, ahem, illegal hacking. The dude was squeaky clean. Just some random office worker at Wayne Tech. A literal nobody. Which was good. Nobody was good.

'Better than being evil. Way, way better,' Dick thought.

They were still friends, right? That was the whole point of showing up today. To prove to himself that he could be cool, collected, and not at all hung up about the fact that Barbara Gordon, the woman he'd loved for years, was now dating a guy who had a future in porn if he ever got fired from Wayne Enterprises.

He exhaled and knocked.

Nothing.

Dick frowned and knocked again. Still nothing. He checked his watch. Barbara had mentioned being home this evening when they'd last texted. That was only two days ago.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he tried the doorknob. It turned easily.

'Unlocked? That's… weird,' he thought, stepping inside cautiously.

"Barbara?" he called out, closing the door behind him.

The apartment was silent. Empty.

He stepped into the living room, setting the cookies down on the counter. Everything looked normal—tidy, homey, with a few Gotham City paraphernalia touches. Dick wandered further in, glancing at the photos on the wall.

And there they were.

Pictures of Barbara and Aaron, smiling, laughing. At a park. At some fancy gala. At what looked like a picnic by the water. From the amount of photos and how comfortable they seemed together, Dick guessed they'd been dating for at least six months.

'How the hell did I not know about this?' he thought bitterly. 'Then again, she's been in Gotham, and I've been in Blüdhaven. Still. Half a year?'

The pang of guilt that followed was unwelcome. It wasn't her job to tell him everything about her life anymore. He turned and found himself in her bedroom.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't. But...come on, he was a superhero and she was Batgirl. In their line of work, there were always risks. Illusions, hypnosis, anything was possible. Although with every minute he spent here, that seemed increasingly unlikely. There was no Bruce would miss out on this guy for six whole months.

"He's dating the commissioner's daughter. Bruce and Jim wouldn't..."

On the side table of the bed were two letters. One from Bruce, one from Jim. Both congratulating them for a happy one year anniversary.

"One year anniversary? T-they've been together for one year?"

So Barbara, like him, wasn't alone during the previous Valentine's Day. While he hooked up with Starfire, she started dating Aaron. He didn't know. He didn't know that that day, Barbara Gordon went to see him, felt humiliated and like a side-chick, and went to a bar for a drink.

Yes, he didn't know it, but this was all because of him. This all happened because Barbara felt like a side-chick. Like a loser.

She met the love her life because of Dick Grayson. 

In the drawers were more photos of Aaron and Barbara. It was only until he checked the trash bin next to the table that he saw himself: a whole album of Dick and Barbara from what felt like a lifetime ago. They were younger, smiling together at a restaurant in Gotham. He picked the photo album up from the bin.

"Babs, you really threw these out...?"

His heart ached.

And then he heard voices.

"Shit," he muttered, tossing the album back down into the trash. Footsteps and laughter echoed from the hallway outside. Barbara and Aaron. Oh god. The door knob was moving. Keys were making noise.

Dick's eyes darted around the room. There was no time to leave without being seen. "Shit, shit, shit," he hissed, and before he could overthink it, he darted into the closet, sliding the door shut just as the front door opened.

He could clearly hear them in the living room.

"That was fun."

That was Barbara, light and jovial. It was the same time she gave him whenever they had a good date.

Aaron chuckled. "Yeah, but next time, you're carrying the leftovers. That bag weighed a ton."

"Heh, you really enjoy your rights as having Batgirl as your girlfriend, hm?"

"Yep. Bench pressing a thousand pounds is hot and sexy and useful."

"Useful, huh? I hope that's not all I am," she shot back, and Dick could hear the sound of her setting something down.

There was a pause, then the soft sound of kissing.

Dick's heart sank as their footsteps moved toward the bedroom. 'No, no, no. Don't come in here. Go to the living room. Talk about the weather or… anything else.'

The door creaked open, and suddenly, they were in the room.

Dick held his breath, peeking through the slats of the closet door. Aaron had his arm around Barbara, pulling her close as they kissed again. She was laughing against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest. They had been dressed up. Definitely a fancy date they attended.

"Your balls sure get active this time of night. Are you nocturnal, perhaps?"

"For you? Yes."

Dick wanted to sink into the floor. This was terrible. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to say something, to explain, but how did he even begin to justify this? Hey, Babs, I broke into your apartment to check if your boyfriend is worthy of you and now I'm hiding in your closet watching your foreplay. Totally normal.

Barbara tugged Aaron toward the bed, and Dick's face burned as she began pulling him down.

'Oh god. Oh no. Oh, come on!'

Aaron's shirt hit the floor and Dick squeezed his eyes shut. He had to get out of here. He couldn't sit through this.

As Barbara's giggles filled the room, Dick fumbled for his phone. Maybe he could call someone and find out a way to get out...

Oh fuck. No signal.

'Right, it's Barbara's apartment. She has a hacker barrier thing that stops people from making calls from here. Shit!'

Thump.

Aaron Reigner threw Barbara Gordon onto the bed, her crimson hair splaying out against the sheets like wildfire. She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for him, but he was already on her, his body pressing hers into the mattress with a primal urgency that left her breathless.

"Aaron—" she started, but his lips silenced her, hot and demanding. His hands were everywhere—gripping her wrists, sliding down her sides, and finally, squeezing that ass.

Dick wished those were his fingers digging into them.

Both Barbara and Dick could see the new boyfriend's cock, thick and hard against her stomach, even through his pants. Thirteen inches of pure, unrelenting desire that stretched forward impossibly.

Without knowing it, Aaron showed how big he was to not just Barbara Gordon but her ex-boyfriend. The difference between the two men was vast. Heavy balls and a long, veiny pole that did not seem to be bogged down by the laws of physics.

Dick already knew it but this man was a stud. 

"Ready?" His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding, as if daring her to look away. But she couldn't—wouldn't. There was something magnetic about the way he held her gaze, something that made her feel owned in the best possible way.

No hesitation. No thoughts about another woman. Unlike Dick Grayson.

He yanked off her panties in one swift motion. Barbara moaned, arching her back as his fingers found her wetness, already slick and desperate for him. "God, you're soaked," he murmured, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Already fucking dripping for me, aren't you?"

"Yes," she gasped. "Please, Aaron, I need—I need—"

Before she could finish, he was unbuckling his belt, freeing himself from his jeans. Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free, fully erect and massive. Thirteen inches of throbbing, veined perfection, so big it almost seemed unreal.

"That's his cock...? B-but that's not..." Smile, Dick Grayson. Smile and laugh and brush off the fact that your ex-girlfriend was about to get thoroughly trashed. "Haah...Babs..."

Dick Grayson had been good—great, even—but this? This was something else entirely. Something divine.

"Fuck," Barbara breathed. "It's—you're—"

"Big?" he finished for her. "Come on, you say that every time."

And she meant it every time.

"I-it's because you're much bigger than Dick."

There it was. There it fucking was. Of course she was shocked and mentioned his big ass dick because she was comparing her new boyfriend to her old one. And he, well, first, he was hiding in the closet and second his cock was fucking tiny compared to him.

He lined himself up at her entrance, the tip pressing against her swollen folds. "But don't worry. You can take it. You always do."

And then he thrust into her, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke.

Barbara screamed, her back arching off the bed. It burned, god it burned, but it was the kind of burn that was raw pleasure, that caused her to gasp and climax, the kind that made her want more.

"B-Babs...?"

She locked her legs.

She had never locked her legs with him.

"Oh gosh! Oh god! OH GOD! CUMMMING!"

W-what? Already cumming...?

"AGAIN~! AARON~! AAARON! YOUR BIG COCK! BIG COCK! YOUR AMAZING COCKKK! MAKING ME CUMMMMMM!"

She was going crazy. She was sounding nothing like the Barbara he fucked in bed. It was night and day. It was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. With him, a mild-mannered blushing woman that sometimes dominated. With this random ass civilian, a redhead slut whose eyes rolled back and screams shook the neighborhood block.