Cyborg stumbled into your apartment carrying you in his arms as you passionately made out with him. Your legs around his waist, his arms around your back holding you tightly against his chest. You were aware that in this position, the short dress you were wearing didn't cover much of thighs and the only layer of clothing between your core and his groin were your panties, but you didn't even care. You did vaguely take note of the fact that he nudged the door shut with his foot, however. 

He had taken you to this beautiful restaurant for Valentine's day where you shared this amazing bottle of wine. You downed a few glasses easily where as Cyborg only had one glass himself. The wine itself wasn't too alcoholic so you werent slammed, just a little buzzed, which made you a little braver that you usually were.

"I love you..." he mumbled into your mouth. His mouth was opened slightly as your delicate lips buried themselves into his, your tongue sliding out of its socket to brush the ridges of his teeth. His breath escaped him in a quiet whisper as his teeth nipped gently at your bottom lip. The taste of wine drifted delicately between your tongues, heightening the already intoxicating feeling that danced within your body.

He nipped at your lip a little harder and a delicious circle of waves surged along your nerves, a pleasurable tingling akin to a hand stroking through delicate lace. As the taste played across your tongue, it acted as a veritable internal masseur, subtly raising the potency of your own sensuality. The world around you faded away and you were lost in a world of his making.

You began to slide a bit as he got distracted by the kiss, but his fingers quickly glided over your hips to your butt to hold you up. You were feeling very aroused, your own fingers fluttering across his metalic skin. His fingers curled against the flesh of your ass in a teasing movement and you hummed a little, your own tongue lashing at his with increasing intensity. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you had to remind yourself to breath. Your fingertips snaked down the back of his neck, subconsciously trying to pull him even closer to you. You could do nothing but follow his lead and let yourself be dragged to the depths of total addiction. 

You knew what you wanted, what you needed, and you gave him a simple instruction when you realized he was making his way towards the couch. "The bedroom. Please." You lips found his again, a warm feeling of anticipation fluttering through your core.

He hummed in affirmation, although it sounded a bit more like a moan, and changed his direction, heading for the door to the bedroom. Luckily you had left it open earlier, so its was relatively easy to stumble through and to the bed. He didnt even bother turning on the light, the moonlight that streaked through the window and onto the sheets was bright enough that you could see with ease.

He gently laid you down onto your back and pulled away to look down at you. Your hair was a mess, your makeup was smudged, your face was a little red. "God, you're so beautiful..." he mumbled truthfully, his fingers moving to trace the lines of your face. 

You leaned into his touch with a hum, bringing your hand up and resting it on the back of his. His lips melded into yours again, his hand slipping out of yours and drifted to your hip. He moved so his body was pressed deliciously against yours and his tongue made its way down to your neck, where he nibbled at your collarbone. For a moment, your hand went wandering, but when you placed it on his chest, his embrace tightened, and his hands trailed over to your inner thigh. 

You started to feel incredibly hot and moved to pull at the hem of your dress. He realized what you were doing and pulled back enough for you to peel it away from your body, leaving it strewn across the bed beside you. His palms slid up the skin on your sides and went straight for the clip on your back, leaning down to press a kiss to the upper fullness of your breast. 

The bra was quickly discarded and his fingers eagerly fluttered over your body, tasting the deliciously warm ripples of your nipples. He groped and bit at your flesh, leaving wet kisses all over. Your breath caught in your throat. You could feel his warm breath floating over your skin as he kissed your neck, your chest, your nipples. 

You felt yourself getting even more aroused and your pressed your core closer to his groin, silently begging for more friction. With a mischievous look, he nudged your hips a little to get you in the perfect position before reaching for the hem of your panties. 

Your nerves were almost tingling and you wiggled in excitement. He gently, yet quickly pulled the fabric down your legs and carelessly flung them over his shoulder, his fingers then working their way across your inner thighs. You opened your legs, inviting him to explore the sensual space between them.

As he worked his fingers over your legs, you began to breath deeply, letting out short gasps as your mind raced with fantasies and wishes. You loved this man; you loved that he touched you like this; you loved how you could only experience this pleasure when he did so.

His fingers were taking time to work their way up to your clit, but he was slowly getting there, gliding across the smooth skin and following the contours of your vagina. The girth of his fingers on your pulsing clit was just too delicious, and it made you shiver.  When he pushed his fingers in, you tried to focus on them, but you could feel your legs trembling, a feeling you hadn't had in who knows how long. With a long, slow stroke, his hand was very gentle and sure as to where to make contact and what to focus on. 

You moaned, your fingers itching to touch him as a familiar tension began filling your body. His thumb swiped roughly over your clit once and sent waves of pleasure rippling down your spine. Your toes curled and you tilted your head back, his name slipping from your mouth. 

"What do you want, baby?" The tone of his voice suggested he knew all along what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you say it. 

"Fuck." You moaned, your pleasure rising at the sound of his request. "Please." You whispered breathlessly. 

"Tell me what you want, Y/N."

"I need it." You whined, "I need you, Cy."

He pulled away from you and you took a second to catch your breath before opening your eyes. He was pulling a bottle of lube from the bedside table and you took the chance to sneak a peek at his dick. It was much larger than you thought it would be, you were suddenly relieved he had lubed up.

He moved back over you, taking your legs and wrapping them around his waist as he kneeled between your thighs. He grabbed a few pillows and lifted your hips to prop them beneath you. You had grown used to his strength, being able to lift you and move you around with ease, so the act itself wasn't very surprising. You just relaxed and let him position you how he wanted.

He started to press the tip into you and you were reminded again just how big he was. The lube made it a bit easier to sink into you, but there was still a little resistance as your body replied to him, stretched to accomidate his size. You hummed, the tightness of your sex slowly swallowing his cock, which swelled in the gentle warmth of your skin. His grip on your knees tightened just as his hips began to thrust slowly. 

Sounds slipped from your mouth with each move he made, the surface of his shaft stimulating your g spot each time it slid over it. Your hands gripped the bedsheets at your sides, trying desperately to brace yourself as you were fucked senselessly. 

Cyborg was breathing heavily and there was only the intimacy circulating around you and him. His hips rocked against you faster and faster making your legs quiver in his hands. He raised his hips and pounded against you in an unpredictable rhythm causing you to gasp out at the feeling of your man's hips pounding into your. At first you had imagined that he was taking his time to develop the appropriate pace and skill for each thrust but it was more than that. He was doing this to tease you, tease you until you couldn't control yourself any longer. He knew you couldn't keep up, and he was enjoying every second of it.

It was bliss. 

Your eyes met his and you lost your breath all at once. The look in his eyes made you want to moan from that alone. He had never looked at you so intimately, so dominantly. He knew just how vulnerable you felt, completely at his mercy, and he loved it.

You moaned and cursed and begged him not to stop. Your mind had nearly gone blank but there was no escaping the effect he had on both your body and your mind. The heat in your core radiated through your entire being, dragging you higher and higher. You felt your skin churn as your mind blazed with pleasure. Then a sudden, intense orgasm building up in your stomach. It was a primal, animal type of orgasm. 

Then you finally hit cloud nine. It felt like spasms of electricity running through your body, the waves of pleasure beating at the edges of your consciousness. Your skin glowed with your excitement, it felt as if you were only now understanding what it meant to be truly alive, it felt as if you could taste a sweetness that you've never tasted before. It felt as if your mind was being split apart into as many fragments as possible. 

You panted as you rode out your orgasm, your chest shuddering with each breath. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears and you were almost positive Cyborg could hear it as well. Your skin still tingled as you came down from your high. His eyes were closed and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. 

You wanted to say something. Tell him how amazing that was, how no one has ever made you feel like that before, but you couldn't get the words out. You were so tired and overstimulated that you couldn't bring yourself to do anything but lay there.

Cyborg leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling out of you. He pulled away and at first you were worried he was going to leave you there by yourself, but your fears were silenced when he instead moved to lay next to you. The pillows were pulled from under you and he pulled you into his chest with one hand, the other grabbing the blanket and dragging it lazily across your bodies.

You happily snuggled into his embrace, allowing your fatigue to drag you away into a deep sleep.