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OH! also- thanks for all the love on my first few stories 🥰 it makes me feel so good to know y’all are enjoying!!

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your mind was in a daze. dick had been teasing you for at least an hour, making your eyes roll back in your hand and your brain go blank. you had just come back from a fancy gala, and dick couldn’t take his eyes off you. your low-cut midnight blue dress, hanging teardrop earrings, tall silver stilettos. you were a sight to behold. how dare you dress like that when he wasn’t able to touch you?!

but it wasn’t all on you. dick looked almost too good in his suit and tie, taking advantage of his suave personality to talk to guests. he galavanted around the room, flashing his handsome smile and striking eyes. every once in a while, dick would slide up beside you, warm hand resting on your lower back. it made you feel some kind of pride, knowing he was all yours. they could look, but they couldn’t touch. not if you could help it.

your pent up emotions finally released when the two of you got home for the night. you ended up back at dick’s apartment, formal clothes tossed haphazardly across the floor and into his bedroom. he soon had you splayed out on his bedspread, with you bucking your hips up into any little touch he was giving you.

but of course, dick wasn’t going to give in so quickly. he began with kisses on your cheeks, forehead, then nips and love bites to your neck and collarbone. his hands slowly trailed down your torso, cupping your breasts and licking and twisting at your nipples. you moaned with pleasure, gripping the sheets and crying out his name.

“dickkk, oh fuck.”

“i know baby, i know. i’m just getting started.”

you whined and pouted, dick smirking as he continued his lingering touches. his left hand snaked down to gently rub your folds, his other arm resting next to you to keep you both at eye level.

“god, baby. you’re so fucking wet for me.”

you let out a frustrated breath, needing more. you had been laying here for who knows how long at this point, being edged almost to the point of tears.

“aw, my sweet girl. you need more, don’t you? you’ve been so good for me, i’ll take care of you.”

you whimpered, core flushing with warmth once again as your body awaited his touch.

his fingers rubbed circles around your clit, using your wetness to aid his movements. your body screamed for release. you could feel the tension building even after only a few minutes.

dick heightened the sensation by sliding into you in one thrust. you were so fucked out you didn’t even see him unbuckle his pants and guide himself in. his strokes were languid but punctuated, his grunts and moans filling your ears as he lightly pressed his weight onto you.

the intrusion caused your pleasure to reach its peak. it was like a lightning strike, your back arching as you let out one of the loudest moans you had made in a while.

dick cradled you and brushed sweaty strands of hair from your forehead as you came down from your high.

once you came down to earth, dick was quick to tease.

“damn, baby. that quick?”

you scoffed sleepily, cheeks flushed.

“i fucked into you with like, 5 strokes, hon. you’re so easy for me.” he chuckled in disbelief.

usually the two of you could go at least 45 minutes, lasting way longer than you did tonight. his edging really must’ve done the trick.

“you know i’m gonna bring this up all the time now, right?”

you threw a pillow at his chest, smiling sheepishly.

“whatever, pretty boy. i’ll get you back, trust me,” you winked.

“prove it, then.”

dick grayson x reader

“you said, ‘baby, no attachment.’”

tags: heartbreak, yearning, based on real life (unfortunately)

summary: your heart is torn between attachment and pride.

feelin some typa way rn so i’m writing about it per usual

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you sat on your bed trying to do anything but check your phone. you had met dick grayson through a mutual friend, about 5 months after your devastating breakup. your hope for men had been restored. he was mature, kind, chivalrous. you met up for pizza on the first date, getting to know each other and feel out the connection.

you talked every day, your heart swelled when he made effort to see you again. it really felt like this was gonna go somewhere, or so you thought.

somehow everything felt so easy. you weren’t left wondering how he felt, you seemed to act like a couple even after just a few dates. you held hands over the center console as he drove, you gave each other forehead kisses and teased each other. of course there was a physical connection, but that wasn’t the driving force.

you got your hopes up. your brain had to shatter them by realizing you hadn’t yet talked about what you were both looking for.

he went back and forth. “i’m not looking for anything serious, i’m busy and travel a lot.”

“but i also wouldn’t mind if there were feelings involved.”

you left confused every time, but pushing away those negative feelings as you tried to convince yourself you were one to go with the flow.

dick was a great guy, you couldn’t hate him if you tried. he was funny, smart, handsome, goal-oriented. he put in the effort you deserved. he had potential.

or maybe you just got attached.

he took you to a park for one of your dates, with the consensus in the back of both your minds that the night would end in some sort of intimacy.

you got dinner and laid on a blanket, looking up at the sunset and talking about everything and nothing. dick’s head laid on your lower stomach, your fingers intertwined. you traced his knuckles with your finger, feeling the soft skin and appreciating the gentleness. he stared longingly at you, admiring your beauty and sweetness. it was like a movie.

as the sky got darker you decided to go back to the car, knowing that meant you would be going to the backseat. you were excited, dick was all you could think about for the past two weeks. you had teased each other, made out, flirted heavily. but this was different.

the two of you slipped into the backseat of his car, his lips encasing yours in a searing kiss. it was immediately hungry and passionately charged. you took off your tshirt in a rush, letting dick admire your lacy bra you knew he would see tonight. the same bra your ex picked out for you just a few months ago.

you both panted heavily as he reached his hand down the waistband of your flowy pants. his fingers felt your wetness, your desperate need, but something was off. you decided to straddle him instead, feeling his biceps and his growing bulge underneath your hips.

dick murmured into your mouth as you kissed. “fuck, you’re so good at this.”

you smiled into the kiss, eyes darting around to make sure no one could see the intimacy you were engaging in, in plain sight.

“do you want me to go down on you?” you asked.

“mmh. not tonight. i want to save it for when you stay over at my house in a few weeks. it’ll be more special.”

“what about hand stuff? that off limits too?” you teased.

he chuckled. “nah, hand stuff is allowed.”

it was hot. you had dreamed about this so many times. the window was fogging up and dick was sucking on your chest, conveying how much he wanted this. but something was off.

your arms wrapped around his neck, body sat on top of his, mouths intertwined. you started crying, and you didn’t know why. you tried to brush it off, as nerves, as happy tears?

you went back to making out but it was no use. you started to sob uncontrollably, nuzzling your head into the crook of dick’s neck as he rubbed his large hand up and down your back.

you got off of him and sat back down in the backseat, him holding your hand and you wiping your tears. he sat patiently, silently comforting you as you let go of these unexplainable tears.

“i’m scared, dick. i’m scared we’re gonna be intimate and i’m gonna get attached and you’re gonna leave. like every guy has. so many times have i been used for my body and left to pick up the pieces when they decide i’m not worth it anymore.”

his hand squeezed yours. “i don’t wanna be another guy who hurts you. you deserve someone who is committed 100%, you’re a great girl and you will find that, promise.”

you understood what he was implying. “do you not want to see me anymore?” you asked in between sobs.

“i don’t want to lead you on.”

your sobs intensified. here you were, half naked in the backseat of dick grayson’s car, him consoling you, out of all things, as he is trying to let you down easy.

“i completely understand if you hate me. i should’ve been more specific with you about what i wanted. it’s been my dream to travel, and i don’t think i can commit to a relationship when i know that’s in my near future.”

“i could never hate you.” you responded.

“maybe this was just a right person, wrong time typa thing.”

“maybe. but at least you know now that you can experience these feelings for someone again.”

you felt so embarrassed. it was four dates and you were attached. dreaming about potential had blinded you to his commitment issues and indecision.

“can you take me home?” you asked. he nodded and you passed each other outside the car as you got back in the front and passenger seats. the car ride back to your house was quiet, except for your audible crying and the low melody of music playing through the speakers.

“can we still be friends?” you asked pathetically, as he pulled up to your house. you knew that wouldn’t happen, but you needed to convince yourself you were on good terms.

“of course. but please know that you deserve someone wonderful, and you will find it. i know you will.” he tried to be helpful, but god, it fucking hurt.

“goodnight.” you said with a sad smile, shutting the car door.

“goodnight.” he responded, waiting for you to get inside before he drove off.

-a week later-

you hadn’t talked since that night. but you saw his posts. your heart dropped every time. you finally gave in and messaged him.

“hey, dick. i don’t know if you want to hear from me, but i hope you’re doing well.”

“hey, no worries. i’m good and i hope you are too.”

“yeah, just keeping busy. i miss talking to you.”

“i miss talking to you too, honestly.”

you decided to go all the way. maybe he still had feelings? you had to try.

“i kinda just miss you, in general, to be honest. and i’m sorry again for the way everything went down that night, i still feel bad.”

you awaited his response.

“don’t worry about it. you were probably more upset about it than i was.”

you decided not to respond. because what the fuck was that supposed to mean? you kept seeing his posts- on vacation, at the gym. torn between wanting to prove you were doing okay versus blocking him and going no contact for your own sake.

clark kent x reader

tags: smut, PIV, 18+, yearner clark, oral sex, hyperspermia, aftercare

summary: after a month of dating, you and clark decide to go all the way.

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the past month had been magical. you first met clark when he interviewed you as the owner of the newest bakery in metropolis. turns out your pastries weren’t the only thing he found sweet. you were both young, clark just beginning to get his footing as a journalist at the daily planet, and you finding your place as a new entrepreneur.

sweet clark even helped you move in to your new apartment. coincidentally, you both lived in the same building, just floors apart- which is why you didn’t meet until later, by happenstance.

he carried your heavy boxes filled with clothes and knickknacks like they were filled with feathers. surprising, but not by much since you could tell how big his muscles were. for how dorky and nervous he could come across, clark was the tall, well-built, muscular man of your dreams. you had dated a bit while in college, some failed hookups, one longer term relationship that was semi long-distance with a breakup that was shocking to say the least. for a young adult, you had quickly become jaded and cynical. guys didn’t want relationships anymore- they just wanted a hookup. hit it and quit it. saying and doing anything to get in your pants, leaving you broken and angry. but then you met clark.

he was approachable, and kind. gentlemanly. he opened doors for you, never let you pay, actually listened to your feelings and cared about what you had to say. bare minimum, but it was refreshing. nice to at least see that chivalry may not be dead. you approached with caution, aiming to protect your heart at all costs. you didn’t want to get your hopes up like you had so many times before. and you remember how that left you- devastated and hopelessly attached.

but clark unknowingly proved to you everyday how reliable and trustworthy he was. he was genuine, and sweet, and intelligent and thoughtful. like one time, you texted him an offhand comment about how you had a long day at work and didn’t have the energy to cook dinner for yourself. 30 minutes later, your favorite meal showed up on your doorstep, with a note from clark apologizing that he had to work late, but hoping that the food made your night just a little bit better.

for clark, he had never met a girl quite like you before. you were more introverted, but sincere and deep. you didn’t shy away from meaningful conversation, always looking to learn more about his life and the inner workings of his complex brain. because that’s what you cared about. as much as clark was your exact physical type, you cared just as much about his emotions and vulnerabilities. and vice versa. clark loved learning about your childhood stories, your minuscule facial expressions when you got irked or excited, your favorite meals and pet peeves.

when clark asked you to be his girlfriend, you were over the moon. literally. it was kinda difficult for him to hide his identity for so long without you asking questions, and he decided he trusted you enough to tell you. so as he ran into you in the city after patrol as you were closing up the bakery, he asked if you wanted a lift back to your apartment so you didn’t have to walk. you soon found out how literal that statement was.

life had otherwise been normal. you would order takeout after work and cuddle up on the couch together in either of your apartments. you played card games at the kitchen table, went on museum dates, and texted or facetimed constantly when you couldn’t be together in person. it felt like you and clark had known each other forever.

one night, after a fancy restaurant date for your one month anniversary, you invited clark back up to your apartment. not unusual for you, most nights ended up at one of your places since you were in the same building. and you weren’t strangers to each other’s bodies either. clark had taken the time to commit your curves, freckles, and stretch marks to memory, cherishing them at every sight he got. you had done some stuff, getting to around third base, but both were afraid to go all the way. you had talked about it before, the fact that clark was a virgin, and you had done it once or twice but it had never felt special or pleasureable- just transactional. something you regretted.

the two of you had skirted around the idea for a while now, stopping steamy makeout sessions early or saying goodnight after his mouth had tasted you (or vice versa.) but if there was anyone clark wanted to lose his virginity to, it would be you. and you felt comfortable and safe enough with clark to allow him full access to your body that had so often before been underappreciated.

so, as clark followed you back to your apartment, you bounced the idea around in your head. you were already making out soon enough, as the door closed and clark pressed you up against it, trapping your body with his. the kiss was tender and passionate. your lips were apprehensive at first, grazing against his, testing the waters. your hands immediately plunged themselves into clark’s dark curls, fingers brushing through as he pulled your waist closer to his. you slowly slipped in your tongue as the kisses went from a long, closed kiss to a mind-numbing, warmth-creating makeout.

the two of you instinctively made your way to your bedroom, clark keeping his hands on you at all times. lips touching yours, hands on your sides as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel how hard he was already, the fabric causing a friction that made him so damn needy.

clark laid you down on your plush, cream-colored duvet. his hands cradled your neck and back as you rested fully, hair fanning out over the pile of pillows placed across the headboard. his eyes looked down at yours with wonder, leaning in for yet another warmth-inducing kiss. you could feel the throbbing between your legs, which had been increasing since you locked the door to your apartment. but this felt different. it didn’t feel rushed, or mandatory, or lustful. of course you were intensely attracted to each other, but this moment felt more intimate, like you were allowing yourselves to be together completely. you felt vulnerable, and a little scared, and of course clark could tell.

“you okay sweetheart? you’re tensing up on me.”

“yeah, yeah. all good. i’m good.”

his eyes bore into yours, eliciting the truth from your lips. “I’m scared, clark. i’m scared we’re going to have sex, and then you’re gonna decide i’m not worth it and you’re gonna leave. and i’m gonna feel so dirty and shameful for deciding to open myself up like this. it’s just happened before, and of course i trust you, but…”

clark’s heart melted, just a little. he could see how nervous you were, how vulnerable you felt and how mistreated you had been. “oh, honey.” he brought you to his chest and covered you completely with his large figure. your breathing immediately slowed, and your heart rate decreased. “i promise, from the bottom of my heart, that i’m not going anywhere. you mean the world to me, and i intend to treat you with all the love, respect, and kindness you deserve.”

your eyes began to well with tears. “i love you clark.”

his heart swelled. “i was just about to say that, sweet girl. i love you so much.”

he laid you softly back down on the bed and gave another long kiss to your now-swollen lips. “is it okay if i take your clothes off, sweetheart?”

you nodded, your heart beating almost out of your chest. clark could hear it, and his worries softened knowing you were both feeling the same way.

piece by piece, clark peeled off your date-night clothes. your cashmere sweater, your black pants, leaving you only in a bra and panties.

“gosh, honey. you are so gosh darn gorgeous.” clark’s large hands wandered all across your body, from the middle of your cleavage, down your stomach, to your inner thighs. he grazed your sensitive spots, the ones that made you shiver and gasp. he ran a finger over your deep stretch marks, the ones you tried so hard to embrace. he kissed every inch of you, treating every body part with an equal amount of love and appreciation.

soon his touches got needier and more intense. thumbs rubbed your sensitive nipples, making them peak and stiffen. “god, clark. please.” he knew what that meant. his reached down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting the way he knew you loved, soothing the subtle pain with warm licks. your back arched as he moved from breast to breast, mouth on your skin and hand reaching lower to remove your panties, already soaked in your need.

you were then completely bare for him, and he couldn’t take it. “honey, i need you. is this okay, do you want this?”

you nodded and smiled. “clark, i want this so much. i want to be your first. i want to feel close to you.”

he grinned shyly as he removed the last of his clothing, shirt already thrown on the floor, pants unbuckled. he tugged down his navy boxers, allowing himself to spring free. you had seen him before, but knowing you were going all the way tonight just made every touch and feeling that more intense. your mind got overwhelmed as he prepped you, making you come on his fingers and in his mouth at least twice, maybe more- you were in a daze.

“fuck, clark. oh god, please. i’m so close.” his thumb circled your clit as his tongue probed inside of you. you felt like you were falling off the edge of a cliff, every touch getting you closer to your release.

“i know, sweetheart, i know. you’re safe. i’m right here.”

your hips bucked at his praise, your body melting into the mattress.

“come whenever you like, honey. i’m not leaving, promise. you’re doing so good for me.”

his permission inadvertently triggered your release, coating his digits in your wetness as you rode out your high.

clark kissed your forehead as you calmed, holding you close and whispering praise after praise in your ear. he repositioned himself between your legs, puppy dog eyes looking at you for the go-ahead. you nodded once again. “please, clark. i need to feel you. now.”

as soon as you gave your word, clark pushed inside. you felt the burning sensation as his tip descended farther inside.

“deep breaths, baby. you can take it, i know you can. doing so good for me.”

your walls relaxed at his praise, allowing him in further. once he was fully seated inside, the two of you just laid still for a moment, clark for one trying not to come immediately from this newfound euphoric sensation. your hands intertwined above your head, his giving yours a quick squeeze as he took a deep breath and began to move back and forth, feeling your walls clench around his length. he groaned at the feeling, a sound that made you wetter, if that was even possible at this point.

“gosh, beautiful. you’re taking me so well. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” his hand reached up to caress your cheek as he thrust deeper, then falling to your breast to take a nipple between his fingers. his other hand then moved from its placement on your waist back down to your clit, giving it the attention you so desperately craved.

neither of you had ever felt this intimate with another person before. everything just felt right. you were no longer scared, clark was no longer nervous. the two of you just became one, savoring the feeling of being so close to one another, on such a physical level.

clark groaned once again, taking you out of your daze. “sweetheart, i’m getting close. i’m gonna cum. gosh baby, i’m gonna cum.”

you clenched your walls around him once more, spurring him on. his release creeped closer and closer until it was unavoidable.

“oh, sweatheart. oh, golly.”

you smiled at your mild-mannered boyfriend’s intense release as he spilled inside of you. but he just kept going.

“fuck, clark. i feel so full.”

you cried out as he continued filling you, pushing on your stomach as his load continued to seep out of your hole. pulling out, clark was as gentle as he could be as he moved back up on the bed to cradle you in his arms. you were both out of breath, skin sticky with sweat, bodies flushed with heat. clark continued the praise you craved, murmuring into your hair. “i’m so proud of you, honey. you did so well for me. you made me feel so good. thank you for trusting me and for being my first.”

you looked up into his blue eyes, feeling nothing but love. you kissed his shoulder, responding, “i love you clark. thank you for making me feel special.”

clark kissed you once again. “stay here for a second, love.” he came back a minute later with a glass of water, ibuprofen, and a warm cloth to clean you up with. you smiled sleepily as he tended to you with care, holding the water to your lips and taking the time to make sure you were comfortable and clean.

dick grayson x reader

tags: smut, frat!dick, 18+, alcohol, language?

summary: you’re the pretty new face at the frat house and dick is obsessed.

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after a long ass week, all you wanted to do was relax. get an everything shower, snuggle in bed, watch a movie. but your friends had other plans.

“c’monnnnnn, please??”

“it’ll be so so fun.”

“you can dress hot and we’ll pregame?”

you faced the puppy eyes of doom and despair from your best friends. it was friday night, the frats were throwing, and they needed you to come with. you’re an a+ student, what’s a little party every once in a while?

“fine. pour me a shot of vodka.”

“YES!” they squealed. “you’re gonna have so much fun, and we’ll be with you the whole time, promise.”

it didn’t take long for you get into a partying mood. y’know what? fuck it.

you made a mess of your closet looking for the perfect outfit. finally you settled on one- low waisted jeans and a black tank top tied in the middle. were you wearing a bra? no. did you care? also no. this was a frat you were going to.

“damn you look hot!” said barbara. you smiled and did a little twirl for emphasis.

“alright, alright. let’s get this party started.”

you and your girls stood in your dorm, pouring shots and blasting music to get ready, hoping to god the RA’s weren’t around.

despite your original feelings on going out tonight, you did feel pretty confident. your wavy hair cascaded down your back, makeup highlighting your natural features. your top pushed your tits up just enough to feel sexy but not slutty.

barbara had texted one of the frat pledges for a ride to the house, so you didn’t have to worry about drinking. so maybe you went a little heavy, but that was tomorrow’s problem.

two shots of vodka were in your system. they tasted like pure hand sanitizer, but they did the trick. you sipped on a arnold palmer surfside and waited for the car, listening to your friends chat excitedly.

“i heard jason will be there tonight!!”

“ew.”

“what about dick?”

“eh, he has a reputation but he seems nice overall.”

the words went in one ear and out the other, which might’ve been your downfall later.

“sup, ladies. your chauffeur is here.”

your group piled into the pledge’s old chevy sonic, barbara having to sit on your lap to save space.

you got dropped off and headed to the backyard, where the door was to get in. the brothers welcomed you with open arms. why wouldn’t they? you were girls. they were throwing a party. they wanted girls at the party. duh.

immediately your ears were blasted by the bass of the dj set up in the corner of the basement. there were SO many girls down there. like, the ratio of girls to guys was clearly crazy uneven. before you could stop to think about how gross that was, your friends grabbed your arm and brought you over to the jug of jungle juice to grab a cup and introduce you to some of their other friends.

the juice tasted dangerously like fruit punch. you made a note to pace yourself. god, you were already sweating. you scanned the room. guys playing beer pong, spray painted tarps with the frat’s letters covering the walls. flashing lights, dancing drunk people.

barbara took your hand in hers (the one not carrying a drink), and led you to the middle of the dance floor. sure, you could be shy. but with a drink in your system? that was a different story.

even though you were usually more of an indie rock typa gal, you couldn’t help but dance when a remix of “rock that body” by the black eyed peas came on the speakers. you broke out your best white girl dance moves and let loose. hips swaying, eyes closed, living in the moment.

you got the rest of your friends to join you and barbara on the floor, grabbing their hands and dancing. you may or may not have also grinded a bit on them. you will never beat the allegations.

jungle juice in hand, you slipped into party girl mode, squashing all inhibitions and turning into your alter ego.

so far the only people you had really talked to were your own friends. you didn’t really feel like embarrassing yourself in front of a guy tonight. or any night, really.

you spotted a friend from class across the room and waved. wait. who was she talking to? is that the dick grayson guy my friends were talking about earlier? before you could answer your own rhetorical question, he was walking over to you. your friends quickly dispersed, leaving you stranded in the middle of the dance floor as you were being approached by a literal man.

“hey!” he yelled into your ear. (the music was loud so you had to talk close. great.)

“hi?” you responded.

“i think we had a class together last semester. i’m dick, i know your friend talia over there.”

you both looked over at talia, who smiled back and gave two thumbs up.

you rolled your eyes. “oh, yeah. i think i remember you. you’re also.. in this frat. right?”

“yes ma’am. vice president, actually.”

you nodded absentmindedly and looked around the room for your friends who had conveniently grouped somewhere else for the time being.

dick brought a finger to your cheek and turned your head back to him. “you wanna dance?”

maybe it was the alcohol. actually it was definitely the alcohol. but you said “sure, why not.”

the man of the hour grabbed your arms and started moving them back and forth to the beat. he looked dumb as hell. but you also couldn’t deny that it was kinda cute. kinda.

you giggled and matched his energy as the two of you started to dance. before you knew it, his hands were on your waist and your back was up against his chest. damn, he really was muscular. you knew he was on the gymnastics team and everything, but didn’t really pay attention until now, when his hands were literally on you.

the dj started playing a mashup of “i love it” and “heads will roll,” and you screamed.

you turned to face dick. “oh my god, i fucking LOVE these songs!”

you lost it. you had your hands over his, which were still on your waist, as you started to grind down on him. you lowered yourself to the ground, bending over, snapping back up, your hair flying around your face.

dick could not get enough. he looked at you, enamored. not only were you fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell, but you were giggly and fearless and in the moment. he loved it.

unfortunately, though, you might’ve been grinding a little too much, because he could feel himself getting harder as you swung your hips into him. but, the lights were low, you were both having fun, and it didn’t really seem to matter.

“you’re a great dancer,” he called out to you.

you rolled your eyes and kept dancing. “ok, mr. gymnast.”

dick turned you around to face him, still grinding and dancing as you made eye contact with a bitten lip.

he was done for. he just knew it.

at this point, you were just teasing him. moving your hips, in THAT top, jeans making your ass look… spankable?

enough was enough. he pulled your waist closer towards him, and rested his hands on the sides of your neck, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

your friends looked on, jaws dropped from across the room. you, of all people, were making out with dick grayson??

he tasted sweet, slightly like beer, but oh well. your tongues intertwined, starting a steamy makeout sesh in the middle of the party.

you broke the kiss a little early, just to tease.

“give me your phone” you said.

he slipped it out of the back pocket of his jeans without a word.

you added your number into his phone, putting in your contact information and your name with a kiss emoji.

“there.” you smiled up at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, making your way back to your friends.

dick grayson almost fainted on the spot.

dick grayson x reader

tags: college!dick, dick grayson fluff, female reader, kissing, angry love confession

summary: two jealous best friends confess their love

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you laid in bed, covers up to your chin and romance novel in hand. it had been a long day of classes and all you wanted was a distraction. not just from work, but from.. him.

dick grayson was your best friend. he had been since freshman year when you were paired together for a welcome week class bonding game. an unlikely pairing, soon-to-be frat- boy and radio-host girl.

but nevertheless, the two of you became friends. maybe it started from fear of never meeting anyone else, but you both took the opportunity to bond and create a friendship.

ugh, a friendship. the two of you texted constantly, updating each other on your days and whereabouts, making plans to meet for dinner at the dining hall. you were both always so busy, yet never failed to make plans with each other. until now.

what you thought was going to be a night studying in your dorm with dick was quickly derailed, as he texted you asking for a rain check.

“whatcha doin, princess?” he joked, text bubble lighting up your screen.

“not much. how’s the date? are you even supposed to be texting me?”

“eh. probably not, but she hasn’t shown up yet.”

“well have fun with that.” you sent the message and turned off your phone, placing it face down on your nightstand.

you’d been through this before. hearing about dick’s latest date, hookup, whatever. you were used to it. used to it tearing at your heart because you had feelings for him you just couldn’t name.

so, you dedicated yourself to your studies. it’s true, maybe you had been avoiding him lately, but you were just trying to figure out what you felt. you still texted, still saw him around campus, but were honestly relieved when he canceled tonight.

you spent the rest of your night reading in bed, listening to music in your headphones while the room was lit by only a salt lamp and a candle. you even did your whole skincare routine, silly face mask and all. but the thought of him still nagged at your brain.

dick sat at the restaurant he reserved a table for, long sleeves rolled at the forearms and unbuttoned at the top. he brushed a hand through his hair nervously, waiting for his date.

he felt so stupid. frat boy on a fancy date. who would’ve thought? and hey, she might not even show up. he had been on countless dates, some ending in hookups, others amicably parting after dinner. but he was just so intimidated by you.

his best friend. gorgeous beyond belief, smart as hell, dedicated, involved. he was in awe of the way you carried yourself, confident, kind, invested in your passions. he could never compare. he was a good student, sure. popular, of course. but you were way out of his league.

dick waited 10 minutes. 15. 20. okay, this is getting embarrassing. and he was sick of snacking on the warm bread the waiter kept bringing out with a knowing look.

fuck. fine. you know what? i can’t do it anymore. this was the final straw.

you were in your dorm, turning out your lights and getting ready for bed, as you got a call from dick.

“what is it grayson?”

“oh, hey. i didn’t know if you’d pick up.”

“yeah, i was just getting ready for bed. what’s up?”

“damn, grandma. what is it? 8 pm?”

“shut up.”

“can you come outside for a sec?”

“dick, it’s pouring out. wait. you’re in front of my building?”

the phone went dead. you put on your bunny slippers and grabbed an umbrella, taking the elevator down from the 6th floor, thoroughly confused.

you immediately saw him when you walked outside. disheveled, soaked from the rain.

“what the fuck is going on?” you asked.

“just please listen. i know you were about to go to bed, but i have to tell you something.”

you looked up at him. dark eyes, drenched hair, handsome features. his shirt fit tight around his biceps, his pants highlighting his height. you listened intently.

dick let out a deep breath. “you drive me crazy, you know that?”

your eyes widened, your heart dropped.

“what?”

“god, every time i see you, you just get more beautiful.”

“oh, shut it grayson” you said, rolling your eyes and leaving to go back inside.

he grabbed your wrist, turning you back towards him.

“i’m serious. you’ve been my best friend for two years and i’m so grateful for that. but i’ve started to develop feelings for you. you can’t deny you don’t feel something too.”

you had no idea how to respond. it was like a movie. a love confession in the rain? from your best friend? nuh-uh, not real.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous. and smart, and kind, and you give the best advice. you always know how to comfort me and make me laugh. i’ve been trying to fill the void by dating all those girls, but i just keep wishing they were you. i don’t feel the way you make me feel with anyone else. that’s the truth.”

“dick, i-“

“fuck. i shouldn’t have done this. great job grayson, you just messed up a friendship! nice going! you know what, just forg-“

you cut off his rambling with a kiss. slow, passionate, tender. your hands cradled his face as your tongues intertwined. dick’s hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer together.

time seemed to stop. you dropped your umbrella to the ground, letting the rain fall on you both as you savored the moment.

“i love you, grayson. i have for a long time. and it killed me to see you with those other girls, but i was so scared of ruining our friendship. but i guess now we’re past that point.”

dick laughed, picking you up to twirl you around. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding tightly.

“i love you too, pretty girl. alright. can we go inside now? i’m freezing!”

“okay, you wimp. but we’re gonna watch a movie and i’m picking.”

“whatever, smartypants,” he said with a kiss to your forehead. “as long as we can cuddle.”

“it’s been long enough now so let’s make a mess, lioness”

-clark kent x reader

tags: 18+ smut, yearner clark, femdom, sex in general, piv, oral sex

summary: clark tries to take control after date night, but you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve.

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clark groaned at the sight above him. here you sat- the girl of his dreams, completely bare and testing his limits.

you had a feeling he was going to be big. i mean, in proportion to the rest of him, it just had to be. but you still swallowed your worries as you wondered how you were going to make this work.

clark’s eyes squeezed shut as you wrapped your hand around his already leaking cock.

“baby, please. you got me so worked up. golly, i can’t take it,” clark whined.

finally giving in, you worked your hand over clark’s length, squeezing at the base and rubbing your finger over his slit at the tip. you could feel his heavy breathing, knowing he was doing all he could to stay patient.

he let out a sigh of pleasure as you lowered your mouth on to him. slowly, you licked his shaft, hands resting on his thighs, brown eyes maintaining contact with his blue ones.

“gosh, honey. i’m already close, please don’t stop.”

you picked up the pace, taking him deeper so your saliva could coat his length. you did your absolute best not to gag, but clark knew how to help you keep a steady pace.

“baby, i’m gonna cum,” he panted. his hands gripped your face as you continued to work him, eyes full of admiration and need.

it only took a few more seconds of you working your magic for clark to reach his release.

he shamelessly spilled into your mouth, forgetting to warn you about just how much he usually came. but you took it gladly, swallowing all he had to give without hesitation.

you wiped the excess off your lips as clark picked you up and cradled you against his chest.

“you did so good for me baby. gosh, you made me feel so good. that was better than i could’ve imagined.”

you smiled up at him and kissed his cheek. he looked at you with wonder, thumb tracing your jaw as he spoke.

“it’s been long enough now so let’s make a mess, lioness”

-clark kent x reader

tags: 18+ smut, yearner clark, femdom, sex in general

summary: clark tries to take control after date night, but you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve.

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at this point, he was going to miss his deadline. the way you walked, perched on his desk to ask a question, or even poured your coffee in the kitchen distracted clark from his work. today was no different.

as always, he was late to work at the daily planet. rushing through the bullpen to his desk, hair a mess, tie askew, clark was clearly struggling. but obviously not enough, because he still noticed you. you sat concentrated at your desk, chewing on your pen determinedly between red lips. a cup of coffee sat beside your computer, steam tendrils floating through the air and mixing with your signature vanilla scent. of course clark noticed. but since he was late, he promised himself he would talk to you at a later time.

then lunchtime rolled around. today was an unusually ‘locked in’ day for you, barely getting up from your desk to refill your water bottle or talk to your coworkers. you needed a break.

strolling over to clark’s desk, you leaned against the wall waiting for him to make eye contact. his glasses had slid down the bridge of his nose, but his curls were still so perfectly imperfect.

“hey clark,” you purred. “wanna get some lunch with me? i’m starved.”

“oh, sure! i was gonna take a break anyways.”

he responded absentmindedly, too busy staring at the way the sunlight brought out the red undertones in your hair or the way your work sweater had a subtle v-plunge.

the two of you walked side by side out of the office, making small talk about your current articles as the elevator lowered itself to the ground floor.

thankfully, there was a food truck right on the corner of the block, so you made a beeline towards the wafting scent as clark trailed closely behind. gosh, how could he take his eyes off you? you were gorgeous. long dark hair, gray pencil skirt, high heels. the fall weather framed you perfectly, the leaves turning colors that matched your locks.

a gentleman as always, clark offered to pay and didn’t take no for an answer. in between mouthfuls of street corner tacos, clark decided it was his time to be brave.

“hey, random question, and you totally don’t have to say yes or feel pressured, but would you want to get dinner with me tonight? and maybe after we can help each other with our articles?”

“that sounds like fun, clark.” you responded.

“my night is open anyways, i was probably just going to order takeout and binge a show.”

surprised, clark beamed. “great! then just meet me at the elevator after work.”

the two of you finished your lunch and walked back to the planet, smiling. clark for one could not believe himself. it was so easy to be courageous when he was superman, but as clark kent? no way. something was bound to go wrong.

the rest of the work day was a blur. you spent most of it facing writer’s block and falling into conversation with lois instead.

“he finally asked me out! i can’t believe it!”

“about damn time,” lois responded. “god knows he’s been giving you puppy eyes for the past month.”

you rolled your eyes, looking over at clark, who was coincidentally, already looking at you. he smiled sheepishly and returned focus to his computer screen, though all he saw in his mind was the way you waved at him.

soon enough, it was closing time and clark walked up to you leaning on the wall by the elevator with your arms crossed.

“you ready, smallville?” you asked.

“so ready. i heard this italian place is the best in metropolis.”

as you reached the restaurant, clark opened the door for you, ushering you in as the hostess led you to your table.

surprisingly intimate, the restaurant was illuminated by candlelight and buzzing with warm conversation over cocktails. clark pulled out your chair for you, then taking the seat across for himself.

you peered at him above your menu, trying to conceal your smile and obvious attraction to this tall, nerdy hunk of a man.

clark tried to invest himself in the words in front of him, lest he find himself focusing on your beauty instead. but it wasn’t just your beauty. clark admired all of you. your confidence, quick wit, intelligence, resilience. he had never met another woman quite like you, and he didn’t want to mess this up.

after the wine was poured, and the food arrived, the nervous tension began to subside. you laughed, drank, talked, and obviously stared. your cheeks began to flush as you fell deeper into conversation, admiring the placement of clark’s curls, while his eyes were glued to your plush lips.

the two of you strolled the busy night streets of metropolis after dinner, with clark even feeling brave enough to circle his arm around your waist. you could feel the warmth spread throughout your body, between your thighs. you knew how the night was going to end.

maybe it was the drinks, or a sudden surge in confidence, but you invited clark back up to your apartment. he humbly accepted, and followed you up the flight of stairs.

this was as good a time as any, he thought. he gathered his masculine energy and trapped your body in between his as you locked your door. his hand placed on the wall, eyes looking down into yours, clark made his move.

his head dipped down for a kiss, meeting yours with equal hunger. you wrapped your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes and plunging your fingers up into his curls. his hands came to rest on your waist, thumbs pressing inward and tracing circles on your skin.

you broke the embrace only to lead clark to your bedroom, which was cozy and laden with old books, candles and prints of famous paintings. shedded clothes covered the floor, creating a pathway to your bed.

clark lowered you onto the sheets, cradling your neck and waist gently. for as strong as he was, clark would never forgive himself if he accidentally hurt you.

resting on his arms as to relieve you of his weight, clark entranced you as his lips and hands traveled the length of your body. they started on your face, cupping your chin and leaving gentle pecks on your forehead, nose, cheeks. then slowly downward, leaving tomorrow’s marks on your neck and collarbone. his large hands traveled slowly, gliding over your soft skin to graze over your bra.

“may i?” he asked, barely a whisper.

you nodded, slightly arching your back to give him access to the clasp.

swiftly, he removed your bra and you could feel the strain against his work pants. his calloused hands gently cupped your breasts, thumbs tracing your nipples, making you gasp and arch.

clark smiled, feeling the newfound satisfaction that came from teasing you. slowly, his hands traveled lower, across your soft stomach and down your sides. his fingers lightly spread across your panties, testing you.

your hips lightly bucked, as you felt his finger bump your clit through the fabric. meticulously, clark began to peel your panties down over your legs, feeling the wetness left behind. he dragged a finger up your slit, gathering your slick and eliciting a moan from your throat.

but before he could keep going, you placed a hand on top of his, stopping him.

“are you alright? was that too much? i’m so sorry sweatheart,” clark asked, worried.

you eased him with a smile, meeting him in the middle of the bed and planting a kiss on his lips. sure, clark teasing you was nice, but you wanted to show him that two could play that game.

your hand rested on his chest, feeling dwarfed by the man’s muscles and size. you began to push him back on to your pillows, giving him a knowing, seductive smile. you sat atop him, certainly now feeling the bulge that you undoubtedly caused.

it was like deja vu, but vice versa. you kissed clark’s face, across his neck, down his chest and stomach. clark kept his eyes on you, hands touching anywhere they could reach. he was hungry, but you weren’t planning on feeding him anytime soon.

your fingers trailed down his torso, tracing the trail of hair that led to what was hidden underneath his slacks. you looked at him as you fiddled with his belt, taking it off and lowering the zipper. clark groaned as your hand tensed over his length. you could feel it twitch, needing a release that would not be coming for a while.

you slipped his pants off, maintaining eye contact and rubbing the pads of your fingers along the fabric of his boxers.

clark let out an exasperated sign. “please, honey. i’ve needed you for so long. just please let me take care of you.”

you silenced him with a kiss, lowering yourself and freeing him from the confines of his clothing. again, clark sighed frustratedly. he wanted so bad just to flip you over and have his way, and he had the ability to, no doubt, but he was too entranced by your dominant side to resist.

hi everyone!! i’m new here & trying to rediscover my love of creative writing. gonna start out w/ some DC fics, but i’m open to requests! also still trying to figure out how to use tumblr 🫶