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𐙚⋆.˚ dick grayson x fem!reader

cw: 18+ smut

he’s got you in the meanest mating press. weeks of pent up anger led to him coming home in such a bad mood, you offered to alleviate some of it. he hasn’t let out much other than a grunt or a groan here and there. and when his phone starts to ring, instead of stopping like you thought he would, he just gives you a rough look with his eyebrows raised. his way of saying ‘behave’, and answers the phone. he pauses when the person on the other side of the line greets him, and you hear a rough “are you busy”, immediately letting you know it’s his brother Jason on the other line. the word “no” barely leaves his mouth before he starts to slowly move his hips once again. you were already close before the phone rang, and you can slowly start to feel your lower stomach tighten once again. he’s alternating between rubbing your clit and grabbing the flesh of your hip. one maneuver of his hips has him hitting your g-spot as you mewl out a sharp gasp in surprise, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. he pauses above you at the loud sound, before narrowing his eyes towards you in a way that has you clenching around him. and right as you both thought you got away with it, you hear “what was that?” come from the speaker and know you’re immediately fucked. instead of pulling out completely like you figured the punishment would be, he’s moving your hand away from your mouth and shoving his pointer and middle finger in your mouth instead. the weight of them on your tongue is enough to make you moan and you lather both with your spit. you know letting out a sound like that again will only leave you with a disappointed boyfriend, so you try your hardest to focus on his fingers instead. wrapping your tongue around them, letting out a small gag when you feel him shove them a bit deeper. you don’t notice that his thrusts have become erratic until he’s hanging up with a rough “yeah, bye.” and immediately removing the fingers with a “pop” from your mouth. “my girls a slut isn’t she?” hitting your spot over and over again, he’s being rough and you like it more than you should. “dripping wet at the thought of getting caught. it’s like you wanted him to hear with how loud you were” and you’re not sure if you’re just nodding along to his words so he doesn’t stop or if you actually wanted jason to hear, but you just know you’re cumming and you can barely get the words out before you feel dick come undone too. you moan out in sync with his groans, feeling him lay his weight onto your chest when he’s finally pumped himself dry. and as you both lay in the blissful silence, you hear his phone go off with a text message

jason

next time, don’t answer the fucking phone. thanks.