maleniwiss

Dick breaks the kiss to plant his lips on your neck, kissing and whimpering against your skin. His hips are working against your thigh, barely-there movements he’s not fully conscious of.

“Fuck… I can’t-“ His voice shudders against your ear, his body caving towards yours. “You’re so sweet. Gonna make me come just like this, baby.”

You peer up at his face, and sure enough his pupils are blown, eyes glassy in that telltale sign of an impending orgasm.

Dick’s going to come in his pants just from kissing you.

You drag a hand through his hair, drawing him down enough to kiss over his adams apple, rewarded with his groan.

“Shit baby.” He gives up all pretence, hands gripping your hips hard as he works himself against you. It’s not enough, but Dick knows he’s not going to last long enough to get inside of you.

You path a map from his jaw to the sensitive skin beneath his ear, teeth dragging over his skin.

Dick shudders, whimpering your name as he comes undone. He works himself through it, arm banding around your shoulders to hold you close.

He rests his forehead against yours, a breathless chuckle warming your lips. “That’s embarrassing.”

Your laugh mirrors his own, but it hitches in your chest when he kneels down before you. “Dick?”

His grins at the sound of his name on your lips, hands sliding up your calves to your thighs. “Let me make it up to you.” He murmurs, fingers hooking in your sleep shorts.

Dick eases you out of your shorts and panties together, lips worshiping the bare skin of your legs.

He meets your gaze, searching for permission in your eyes.

When he finds it he finally puts his mouth on you. Every flick of his tongue is an apology for coming too fast.

“You’re so sweet.” He takes a moment to catch his breath and check in on you, his lips wet with your juices. “So sweet baby.”

Your hands slide into the soft strands of his hair as he takes you higher, higher.

Pleasure crests, spreading from your belly to your toes. Your orgasm is a sweet oblivion, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

Dick holds you steady, hands firm on your thighs until they stop trembling. His grin when he stands is somehow both smug and bashful. He loops his arm around your waist and kisses your forehead. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You confirm quietly. You’re still a little breathless, but Dick doesn’t seem to mind.

He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I feel like a horny teenager.”

You laugh softly and shake your head. “It’s hot.”

“Oh?” Dick’s grin grows, his hands sliding down to hook under your thighs. He picks you up with a gleam in his eyes. “You think it’s hot, baby?”

Despite his teasing, Dick takes you to bed only to gently lay you down beneath the covers. He settles above you, his head finding its place just below your collarbone. That little space by your heart carved out just for him.

“I’ll make it up to you properly in the morning.” He promises, his voice already heavy with sleep.

When you let him in, he kicked off his sneakers and flopped onto your bed without even asking. “I brought those sour gummies you like,” he said, pulling them out like treasure. “And those weird healthy chips because I know you’re on your ‘fuel the brain’ kick.”

You raised an eyebrow, sitting at your desk. “No party tonight?”

He shrugged, cheeks going a little pink as he watched you. “Nah. I’d rather be here bugging you while you study serial killers or whatever. The conversation is better.”

That made you smile despite yourself. Roy had always been loud and reckless before, the guy who showed up to class hungover and still managed to charm half the room. But lately? He showed up at the library during your late-night sessions with coffee exactly how you liked it. He sat through your rants about criminal psychology without interrupting, even asked questions that proved he was actually listening.

One evening you caught him staring at you again while you explained the difference between organized and disorganized offenders. His chin rested in his hand, green eyes soft making your stomach flip.

“What?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Nothing,” he said. “You’re really fucking smart. It’s hot. I think my brain short-circuits every time you talk like that.”

You threw a pen at him and he caught it easily, grinning like an idiot. He didn’t care when his old frat buddies started texting him, asking where the hell he’d been. Whipped, one of them called him when they spotted you two at a campus café. Roy just pulled you closer by the waist and kissed the top of your head.

“Let them talk,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m exactly where I wanna be.”

And he meant it. The obsession was quiet but constant. He remembered the way you liked your hoodies oversized and stole one from his closet just so you could wear it during study dates. He showed up to your criminology club meetings even though he had no clue about half the topics, just to sit in the back and watch you light up when you presented.

Late at night, when your eyes got tired from reading case files, he’d tug you into his lap on the tiny dorm couch. “Take a break, babe,” he’d whisper, arms wrapping around, his fingers would trace little patterns on your arm while you leaned into his chest, breathing in the faint smell of his cologne.

“You’re turning into a total sap,” you teased one night, tilting your head up to look at him.

Roy just smiled, it reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. “For you. I don’t care if the whole campus thinks I’m pathetic. I probably am. But you make me want to be better. Someone who deserves to sit here with the smartest girl on campus.”

Your heart did that annoying fluttery thing it always did around him now. You reached up and brushed his red hair back from his forehead. “You’re doing okay, Harper.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, taking his time memorizing every inch of you. “Mhm, I’m not going anywhere. Frat parties can suck it. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

a/n: this is so cheesy oh my god. @bat1nsignia my queen and my baby, i hope you liked this<33 this was such a cutieful thing to write i can't i can't i'm dying of cuteness