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As Dick gazes down at your sleeping figure, he allows himself to pretend that you will still be here when his shift is over, greeting him with a soft smile and that familiar look in your eyes as he opens the door.

Hey, baby, you would murmur after you share a soft kiss, peering up at him like you had counted down the hours until you two could be together again. He would smile sappily and begin to tell you about his day. The annoying coworkers, successful arrests, what he ate for lunch. And you would be completely enraptured, even with a day as mediocre as his, just from the mere sound of his voice.

And then, once Dick is showered and wearing his pajamas for the night, he’ll join you on the couch and curl contentedly into your side. You’ll tell him that you missed him and he will wholeheartedly share the sentiment. Then halfway through the movie you’re watching, you’ll turn to Dick and capture his lips in a searing kiss, this one deeper than the one before. As you bite and suck and lick into his mouth, Dick will sigh against you and wonder why it had taken you two so long to finally get together.

It’s a nice thought, a really cheek warming and chest tightening thought.

And fuck. Your eventual fallout will absolutely ruin him, won’t it?

Dick shakes his head, putting the daydream out of mind, knowing he’ll spiral if he dwells on it any longer. He forces himself to finish putting on his shoes, and it briefly allows him to ignore your presence in his sheets. But before he leaves the room, he looks at you again, and makes a decision that will probably only make things worse for him.

He presses his lips against your brow bone in a soft but fleeting kiss. Your face scrunches momentarily before relaxing again. He spares one last glance to his room before finally stepping out, the door shutting quietly behind him. You’ll probably be gone before lunch, but Dick has already made peace with that.

dick's sprawled out on your bedsheets, a long leg hooked over your shoulder, body bent in half in a manner only possible for dick grayson, while you pound into him from above. you’re only using a fraction of your power, but for him, it feels like you're pulverizing and then sewing his insides back together at the same time.

every time you harshly thrust into dick’s wet hole, he lets out an embarrassing half moan, half wheeze, but it doesn’t seem to deter you, keeping up your steady strokes. 

“fuck,” dick cries out, when a particularly hard thrust makes your cock hit his prostate directly. he moves one of his hands braced up against the headboard down to a sensitive, stiff nipple. he twists and tugs at it hard enough to make his mouth drop open in pleasure and moan out loudly again. dick’s hole is messy and puffy and frothily white from your past three or four (and fuck, he’s so gone he can’t even remember how many times you came in him) loads. 

you pant heavily above him, and the look on your face is worth the nasty bruises he’ll probably have on his hips where you’re gripping them tightly (you’re lucky he loves you because that is going to make patrolling tonight such a bitch).

the wet plap! of your thighs and his ass colliding is downright fucking obscene, and holy shit, that’s probably one of the hottest things he’s ever heard. 

dick clenches down on your cock, making you groan. you remove one of your hands from his hips to cup his cheek, leaning down to sloppily kiss his open mouth. it’s more of a wet, messy gliding of lips than it is a kiss, but it’s hot as fuck and dick’s going to come soon so he doesn’t care. 

one of your hands moves from his hip to smack his ass. dick’s eyes roll up into the back of head, and he gasps in surprise. 

“you like that, baby?” you pant. 

“fuck yeah, i love it,” dick groans back. 

he cries out when you do it again, this time with your other hand. “mm, I love this pretty hole,” you groan, “it’s all mine, right? my hole to do whatever I want with.” 

“s… shit, yeah, s’all fucking yours, baby... oh, god, fuck me…”

“yeah? you want me to fuck you? fuck you so hard that you forget your own damn name?” your pounding speeds up, and your strokes grow shorter. dick automatically grinds down onto you to meet your thrusts. you reach down between your sweat slick bodies and tug at dick’s throbbing cock. dick’s abdomen tenses up, and he can feel his orgasm approaching.

he nods dumbly, now unable to make any sounds other than moaning and whimpering. you withdraw the other hand on his hip to grasp the headboard roughly, allowing yourself more leverage to fuck dick harder–something that didn’t even seem possible at this point. 

“f–fuck, i love you so much, dick,” you moan out loudly, and dick fucking loses it. 

he comes with a shout, back arching up and painting long stripes of thick, white cum across both of your stomachs. “love you…” he murmurs over and over as he rides out his orgasm on your cock.

your mouth drops open in pleasure as you continue to thrust sloppily into dick, hand above him on the headboard squeezing down harder. the burn of overstimulation is painful yet at the same time feels so good, but dick doesn’t have the energy to let out anything except for satisfied sighs and low gasps. 

your hips stutter to a stop, pressing into him as close as you can. hot, thick liquid floods inside of dick, and he gasps, tears pricking at his eyes. you keep thrusting in and out of dick, slower now, riding out the rest of your orgasm. wood splinters and cracks above him. wait—what?

with furrowed brows and a dazed expression, dick looks up and holy shit. 

you broke his headboard. 

wood sticks up and out underneath your hand, and dick, momentarily forgetting your invulnerable skin, winces at the thought of never ending splinters. you wouldn’t have even noticed in your fucked out and hazy mind, but dick suddenly going quiet makes your brows furrow in confusion and you look up as well. 

you gape and snatch your hand away from dicks headboard, looking down at dick with a pout and a guilty expression.

“shit, baby i’m sor–” dick cuts you off, a hand rising to snake around your neck and pull you down into a proper kiss. it’s slow and gentle now that the heat of the moment is gone, your lips moving with dicks automatically, as if you had done this a thousand times before–because you had.

you break away slightly, enough to murmur against his lips, “i’m sorry, i’ll buy you a new one.”

dick smiles and shakes his head. “it’s ok, you don’t have to,” he whispers back.

you sigh and pull completely away from dick, slowly sliding out of him with a wet pop. dick winces at the uncomfortable feeling in his ass as you flop down on your stomach beside him. 

you both lie in silence for a moment before you sigh and get up, heading towards the bathroom. dick absentmindedly appreciates the view of your ass as you walk away. 

you come back a little bit later with a wet washcloth and you begin cleaning dick and yourself up. once you’re done, you toss the washcloth in the general direction of the dirty laundry hamper (you miss by the way, which dick slightly cringes at). 

laying down on the bed again, this time on your back. you turn toward dick and he knows what you're about to say before you even open your mouth. dick sits up and leans over you, pressing his lips against yours again in a sweet kiss. he draws back and grins lazily at you. 

“it’s ok,” he says again. “don’t worry about it.” 

you frown but keep quiet. dick notices your eyes starting to flutter shut. 

“tired?” he asks.

you nod and hum, eyes finally shutting.

dick lays back down next to you on his side, hooking a leg over your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. he sighs heavily as he adds buy new headboard to his mental to-do list.