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a/n: first time writing smut and lowk for a very specific character personality wise so my apologies if this is ooc!
You had fallen asleep on top of Adrian after his patrol. He liked having you there, heavy on his chest like his own personal weighted blanket. Except you were better than a weighted blanket because you were soft and smelled like your room spray and a little sweat from a good night’s sleep.
Despite how comfortable he was, he couldn’t rest tonight. His mind would not, could not, shut off. So a little after you had started successfully drooling snoozing on his chest, he wrapped a thick arm around you and attempted to stealthily roll you on your back.
The shift in position brought you out of deep sleep anyway. Fluttering your eyes open you caught a glimpse of him now sitting up in bed, tugging his shirt over his head.
“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, rubbing under your eye. You were on your back, covers skewed to the middle of your exposed thighs and your thin tank top bunched up around your hips and stomach. Adrian almost did a double-take as he turned back to you.
“Can’t sleep,” he scratched the back of his head and reached over your body to the only nightstand you guys had managed to put together before calling it quits. He fumbled around for his glasses a little, bicep hovering over your face, before settling back next to you. A woody musk and the familiar smell of your body wash wafted over you as he did so.
He propped his head up on his palm and slightly leaned his body over your laying form. Fuck he felt so big like this. Looking down at you, bicep and forearm tensed holding up his weight. His shoulders were so broad that in your squinted vision it felt like all you could see was his body. His abs and chest were being perfectly illuminated by the streetlight filtering through your crappy blinds that came with the apartment.
In your sleepy haze, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend you weren’t staring. Although your eyes were so heavy you wondered if they even looked like they were open. Adrian had started playing with the drawstring of your sleep shorts, his rough fingers skimming over your lower stomach every now and then, sparking goosebumps all over your body.
You tried blinking yourself out of your little spell, turning your attention to the fact that your boyfriend was wide awake at four in the morning.
“Is everything okay? Did somethin’ happen tonight?” You rasped, barely audible, but you know he heard you. You snaked your hand up his arm and behind his neck, scratching softly at his nape.
He tilted his head, effectively pinning your hand between his jaw and shoulder. He turned to talk directly into your palm, “Everything’s great, I stopped two muggings and found three assholes with overdue parking tickets just stuck to their windshields. I mean you’d think they’d hide their villainy at least a little bit from the public eye but hey, just makes my job easier y’know?,” he didn’t catch your slight grimace as his rambling created a wet patch on your palm.
“Wasn’t able to get Chris to come out with me tonight but that’s okay. Some old-school Vigilante solo-style butt-kicking is just what I needed I think,” he kissed your wrist and looked back up at your face.
You wiped your drooly palm on his chest with a quiet yuck, eyes lingering a little on the way his skin now shined in the light.
“So then what’s wrong baby?”
Adrian’s eyes flitted from your face to your chest to where he was still playing with your drawstring and then back to your face.
“Dunno, just one of those nights I guess,” something akin to self-consciousness seeped into his voice.
You furrowed your brow at him, “Okay, do you wanna go inside and watch something? We can try that new raspberry tea you brought me the other day,” your hands had moved down to his, tugging and playing with his fingers while you spoke.
He lolled his head side to side and made a small hmph before completely shifting his body to hover over yours. Your head was caged in by his forearms, his glasses now hanging dangerously low on his nose. You didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or the fact you could now smell his spearmint mouthwash but you were dizzy.
“But you’re so tired, what kind of man would I be if I made my gorgeous,” he kissed your shoulder, “sexy,” he kissed your jaw, “beautiful girlfriend get out of bed in the middle of the night?” He gave you two soft kisses on your mouth before diving in for a quick third peck as if he couldn’t get enough. “I would probably get into the Hall of Fame for Loser Boyfriends or something. Right next to those guys who still text their girl on Snapchat.”
You chuckled, the light movement grazing your lips against his. Your hands came up again to lightly scratch through the hair near his temples. Adrian looked so pleased that if he had a tail it would be wagging a mile a minute.
“What kind of woman would I be if I let my beautiful boyfriend lie awake at night?”
Adrian grinned with his teeth out. “Well I do have an idea that has been scientifically proven to help with sleep.”
You didn’t even need to ask, despite what he thought his face (and his body) were an open book that you had annotated quite thoroughly in your mind.
“Oh yeah? Scientifically proven by who?” You were struggling to keep your eyes open.
“The studies, duh?” He quirked an eyebrow up at you
“The studies? Right. You’ve been reading a lot of these ‘studies’, Casanova? All in the name of science?” You teased.
Adrian’s eyes were boring into yours, trying to figure out how into this you really were at this point. He decided to take his shot and slotted his mouth a little more intensely against yours than before.
Your arms moved to wrap around his head, practically becoming dead weight in your sleepy daze. He licked into your mouth and pressed the whole length of this body more firmly against yours. Being so tired made everything feel so good. You were on fire, completely melting in his arms. As you sucked his tongue into your mouth, you felt him growing and rubbing against your thigh.
When he pulled back both of your chests were heaving.
“Honestly I’ve been thinking about this since I noticed your nipple coming out of your shirt five minutes ago.” You looked down at your chest and your tank top had indeed moved down enough that your breast was spilling over the top. “Ugh you perv!” You lightly slapped his shoulder and pulled the fabric back up, eliciting a whine from the man above you.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes, trying to focus your bleary vision. “Honey, you know I’d love to help you out, but I’m kinda running on fumes here,” you whispered apologetically.
Adrian sat up at this, thighs bracketing one of your legs, his knee dangerously close to your core.
“Okay”
“Okay?” You asked.
“Don’t do any of the work then. I’m more than capable of finding my way around.”
He softly picked up your hands and placed them beside your head on your pillow, kissing each wrist as he did so. He loosely laced his fingers with yours against the silk and bent at the waist again, bringing his face close to yours.
“See? You won’t even have to move.” His sudden gentleness was making your breathing pick up again.
He kissed you again, warm and a little wet. He then placed featherlight kisses on your eyelids,“You won’t even have to open your eyes if you don’t want, but you do know how much it turns me on when you look at me so do with that what you will.” Your eyes fluttered back open and you slightly raised an eyebrow at his statement. Your hooded gaze made Adrian involuntarily buck his hips against yours. Noted
His eyes were shining now, chin dipping down to start kissing you along your jaw. Although soft, Adrian was loud with everything he did, and the soft smacks of his lips against your skin were warming you up from the inside out.
He continued kissing down your throat, pausing where your shoulder created a delicate curve up to your neck. After a particularly breathy exhale from you he bit down, immediately soothing the burn with a slow and heavy lick—like he was stamping it into you.
His tongue didn’t stop there. Instead of kissing down and down like you thought he would, he licked up and up until he was back in your mouth. Your neck and shoulder were a mess, and you moaned around his tongue as the air of the room hit your wet skin.
Somewhere between licking your jaw and biting your bottom lip Adrian had started grinding against the mattress between your legs. He let go of your hands and with one fluid movement moved himself up on his arms. Now he was grinding into you, his worn out pajama bottoms doing nothing to hide the size and heat of him against your core.
And that’s when the noise began.
Adrian may have been earnest in wanting to let you fall asleep as he fucked into you, but the guy had serious volume control issues.
He was panting, whining, mumbling into your mouth. And neither of your pants had come off yet.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned when your hips bucked straight onto his dick.
He pulled away from your mouth after what felt like centuries—letting out a high-pitched sound of protest even though he chose to move. That was quickly replaced by incoherent rambling as he pushed your tank top up over your chest, nipples hardening in the cool air of your bedroom.
“Jesus Christ have you always smelled like this?” He was licking the valley between your tits, taking big inhales with his nose pressed firmly on your sternum.
“I mean seriously,” his hand groped at your chest, “I could fucking eat you.”
An almost violent shiver rippled through you. You weren’t sure if it was from the way he grazed his teeth on one of your nipples while tugging the other or from the way Adrian’s voice tremored with something raw and not a little dangerous.
He didn’t stop. The kissing and the licking and the biting all continued down your body. And so did his voice as it trailed further away from your ears.
“I should do this every night…oh god…never go on patrol again,”
“Quit both our jobs and die being sexed out freaks,”
“I can’t believe I get to touch you everywhere,”
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,”
Your heavy breathing and slight whispers of Adrian had become the backing track to his delirious rambling.
He was rutting against you desperately now, continuing the motion as he shimmied himself down the bed to be face to face with your soaked sleep shorts.
Before you could even think about moving your hips up to take them off, Adrian had slid a hand under you and with barely any effort lifted your bottom half off the bed. Despite holding you up by, essentially, the palm of his hand he was steady (and extremely fast) in getting both your shorts and panties off.
He must be really craving it tonight, as he didn’t even make a show of taking a big whiff of your underwear and commenting on whatever color you had chosen that day.
His arms locked themselves around your thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open just enough to feel a delicious tingle in your legs. One of his hands slid up to grope and pull at your tits.
Without any of his usual attempts at a joke about getting to see “Her Majesty” again (a nickname he had given your vagina your second time sleeping together, making you laugh so hard you bucked your pelvis straight into his glasses) he laid his tongue flat against your slit and moved in one slow lick up to your clit.
The reaction from both of you was immediate. Your head thrashed to the side as a loud Oh! left your mouth. And Adrian moaned so hard at the taste of you his voice broke at the end of the lewd sound.
Adrian had pretty much two tried and true methods when it came to eating you out. His most common approach was a messy makeout with your pussy that left your sheets drenched and his glasses fogged up. But today he only gave you a few heavy licks up your cunt before latching onto your clit. Sucking and sucking and licking your clit in his mouth until your bottom half was uncontrollably heaving on and off the mattress.
It was like your body was trying to run, but if you could help it you would keep him down there forever. Adrian was good at giving head. To you. He had confessed that he had refused to do it in his few sexual experiences before you. He had deemed it an unnecessary step and an 'unrewarding health risk'. Then he went down on you in the backseat of the Sebring on your second date and well…something clicked in his jumbled brain.
You were melting, hips moving up and down against his face as your hands twisted the sheets around you.
Adrian had closed his eyes but you were giving him plenty of audio cues as to how good he was making you feel. With every breathy uh huh uh huh that came out of you, Adrian moaned out his own mm mm mhm against your cunt.
Just out of your line of sight, Adrian was still humping the mattress. It was bordering violence the way his hips were slamming against the plush of your bed.
The rhythm of his fucking into the bed and his thick fingers tweaking your nipple all on top of the ruthless attention he was giving your clit left you no match to the tightening coil in your lower stomach.
With a violent arch upward and a sharp cry you came undone all over Adrian’s face. You squirmed so hard against him that you think he hit his nose hard against your mound. You could check in with him later, the static at the edge of your vision made it hard to care about anything at the moment.
Adrian separated himself from your pussy with an extremely lewd and wet smack! You immediately whined at the loss of contact, body practically shivering with need and exhaustion.
“I know, I know—I’m sorry I’m sorry baby but please I have to put it in I have to please,” Adrian was all but whimpering. Back in your face again, he swiped at the sweat on your temple and held your jaw (a little tightly) in his hand.
“I almost came in my fucking pants like the first time like some fucking teenager please I need to go inside now please baby you’ll let me right? Not too tired yet? Give me a little more?”
Your breaths were mixing in the balmy air of the room as he pulled his flushed cock out of his pants without waiting for an answer. You were so tired and so fucked out already that all you could really muster anyway was wrapping your legs around his waist and beckoning him flush to your core.
When his leaking cock made contact with the folds of your pussy he let out a groan so guttural you thought he had come then and there. But Adrian was still willing himself to stay strong as he now murmured into your cheek, “Thank you—thank you baby…fuck. You’re my favorite person in the world. I can’t get you out of my head and—shit—”
He started to lift his torso up so he could get a good look at the two of you and slip himself in slow, but you were quick to grab at the back of his neck, keeping him in your space.
“Stay,” you mumbled, eyes half-open yet pleading. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaving him no chance to move away.
Adrian looked at your face and bit his lip to keep himself together. “Okay I’ll stay. Of course I’ll stay. Anything you want, anything you want baby I’ll do it. I’ll fucking kill for you,” he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into you with one smooth movement, “fuck me— I’ll fucking die for you.” And with that Adrian dropped his face into your neck and started thrusting in and out of you.
It was relatively slow compared to his usual pace, but in your molten lava state it was exactly what you wanted. Even if you knew Adrian was only doing it so he wouldn’t come undone after two pumps.
There didn’t seem to be a single inch of skin between you that wasn’t touching. You were struggling to stay awake at this point, and the haziness made everything feel even more intimate and sexy than it already was.
Adrian was on his forearms. One arm curled around your shoulder while the other moved until the pads of his fingers were circling your clit. You weren’t expecting him to still be so keyed into your pleasure, and the contact between his rough fingers and your already abused bud had you coming almost immediately.
Everything went white as Adrian grunted and bit into your neck, trying to let you ride through it without letting go of himself just yet.
You slowly came down from your high, bare chest heaving against his. He had now moved his arm back up and was clinging to you desperately. He had started going a little faster, for his sake now.
Even two orgasms in, even at the ass-crack of morning, even when your brain was screaming at you to just knock out, you wanted to make sure your man got what he earned for the night.
With a slight turn of your head, you slowly licked a line up the shell of Adrian’s ear and completely tipped him over the edge.
He stopped moving entirely, completely sheathed in you, and then his entire body gave one involuntary shiver. His breathing had changed into quick, whiny pants against your shoulder as he came undone in hot ropes inside you.
He stilled, forehead pressed down on the pillow above your shoulder while his mouth moved against your skin, incoherently talking himself through his high.
Only when he lifted his head to check on you did he realize the grip of your legs and arms had loosened around him. Your eyes were closed and your mouth parted as you breathed slowly and deeply. A small pleased sound came out of him as he smiled down at you.
He thought about waking you up to go shower or at least change the sheets, but he figured it was only a few hours until morning anyway.
He untangled himself from your hold and tried not to stare too hard at your sweaty and naked body before he had another problem to take care of. Picking up the shirt he had tossed earlier he cleaned you up slowly. He put on a fresh pair of boxers and decided to get a pair for you too. He slid them up your legs, your body so warm and pliant and—Okay he needed to focus on moving your tank top down and getting you under a blanket.
When he decided you both were settled he kissed your cheek a couple times before throwing his arm around your waist and snuggling his head into your pillow.
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if you and jason ever disagree abt smth like where to eat, he’ll moan and groan and flop his head on your shoulder. what you think is him trying to guilt trip you is actually just a strategic maneuver to rub his chin and cheeks, rough with stubble, against your neck. maybe your jaw a little too. you’ll whine and place a hand on his big face to push him away but he’ll just grip your wrist and rub himself into your palm and the soft skin of your arm. so annoying and immature and also kinda sexy trynna convince you to order indian with his five oclock shadow
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bf!Jason Todd loves holding you in places he knows no one else can. he didn't really think himself as possessive, living essentially as a ghost meant that pretty much everything in his life was transient. until you. you and your apartment and all your soft, sweet-smelling stuff. must've rubbed off on him. because after months and months of being obsessed with one another, jason knows he has you, all to himself.
so he likes to slip his hand under the hem of your pants whenever he can. squeezing your hip with his rough fingers or making his way even further down your pants to graze the top of your thigh. meanwhile you're waiting for your kettle to boil with eye crusts still in your eyes. if you're lounging around in your underwear, he'll slowly hook his finger around the band sitting on your thigh, snapping it softly against your skin as you cuddle up for movie night.
when he's got his arms around you from behind, his hands often wander under your shirt. especially if you're laying down together. he'll trace the underside of your chest, applying some pressure on the sides, not trying to start anything, just feeling. you've woken up more than a few mornings with his hands fully cupping your chest, something he claims he must have done in his sleep. you choose to believe him for his sake. if he's laying his head on your chest, he'll inch your shirt up and up and up until you just give up on it altogether. big believer in you walking around the house topless. he'll kiss and inhale all over your chest, moving along your collarbones and shoulders too. all the while his hands have now slipped down your sides beneath your pants, inching those off too.
and of course, of course, his hand makes its way to your ass at least a dozen times a day. a playful pat as you walk up a flight of stairs ahead of him. a challenging smack when you get a little sassy from a drink or two. the rub of his thumbs on either side of your butt as he sweetly asks you about your day and complains of how much he missed you. if you're laying down on your stomach, he'll drop himself clumsily onto your legs and lay his head on your ass. you'll tease him and call him a freak but he'll just flip onto his stomach and bury himself even further against you, if you're wearing soft shorts he'll lift the fabric and leave a big wet kiss against your skin just to annoy you. there may be some teeth involved too. when he's sitting on the couch and you come to snuggle up beside him, laying on your side with your legs along the length of the couch, he would wrap an arm around you and drum his heavy fingers against the flesh there as you talked. he'd make up a rhythm in response to the passion in your voice.
and don't worry, you exercise your right to touch him as much as you please on the daily.
Daily reminder that Kory was not introduced as a female counterpart to a pre-existing male hero and also not as a love interest! Starfire was created as a warrior princess character for Ntt and then due to the natural chemistry between her and Dick and all the fans wanting them together dickkory happened. She never revolved around a male character in her creation!
the 'dick grayson is a charming manwhore' thing is relatively new within the grand scope of dc comics but so many people believe it and it's so incorrect its so so wrong and such a disrespect to dick grayson. my man nightwing is a COMMITTER ok? he commits so hard to things, and to people who he would neglect and break himself for and then get up and do it again the next day he is both sisyphus and atlas
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Humming to yourself at your vanity, you were just about to set your makeup when your boyfriend Dick Grayson came up and leaned his arms on the back of your chair. "Hey gorgeous," he kissed the back of your head, "whatcha doin?"
You turned your body partially to look him up and down. He was lounging in a comfy grey sweatsuit. the sleeves of his sweater pushed up and its hem slightly risen, revealing the band of his boxers and a small sliver of tan skin.
You raised your eyebrow at him, "What are you doing? Wally and Artemis are expecting us in like thirty minutes."
Whenever all your schedules cleared up, your best friends loved to invite you out with them and pretend you were all regular twenty-somethings, sans vigilante double-lives.
It was his turn to raise his eyebrow at you as he leaned in a little closer to your face. "Uhhh maybe in like twenty four hours and thirty minutes"
"What are you talking about?"
"We're going out tomorrow, not today" his finger looped and tugged on a curl resting on your shoulder as he spoke.
"Dick. Please do not say that to me right now I just spent twenty minutes putting these fucking lashes on," you groaned as you reached for your phone. You scrolled back in the group chat to check the plans and... There it was, in plain white against blue, Saturday night.
"Sorry baby, I'd move time if I could y'know," he moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You had moved to face your vanity again, admiring (more like mourning) your perfectly made-up face. "You look sexy as hell, if that helps," he grinned at you in the mirror and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.
"Thank you honey, you're very sweet," you replied, monotone, turning your head slightly to see how perfectly your highlight shone on your cheekbone. What a waste. You slouched forward and placed your chin in your hands, dreading the inevitable removal of all your hard work.
You felt Dick's arms loosen around you as he moved away, but he didn't go very far. He leaned on his hip against your vanity next to you, arms crossed, looking down at the tiny frown on your face. You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye. "What?" you asked, still half-engrossed in your self-pity.
"Don't take it off, keep getting ready," he said.
Now you turned your head to look at him. "What?" you asked again, this time out of confusion.
"As much as I want to keep all this," he motioned up and down your figure, "just to myself, it would be a crime to not let the world see how hot you look tonight." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
In a rare moment of bashfulness you looked down at your lap as a small smile tugged its way onto your lips. "Is that right?" You glanced up at him all shyly through your eyelashes, jutting your lip out in a faux pout. You were feeling a little delicate after the shock at the discovery of your mistake, so why not milk your boyfriend's innate sweetness for your own comfort?
And it was working. Standing over you, looking down at that sad little expression on your face, Dick found it extremely hard not to scoop you up into his arms and make you forget you had anything planned this whole week. But, ever the considerate man, your boyfriend knew that you had been looking forward to some time looking good out on the town.
He managed to snap himself out of the little daze he had fallen into. He leaned down, crowding your space, and flashed a shining flirty smile your way, "Prepare yourself, hot stuff. I am taking. You. Out." He emphasized this with a cartoonishly exaggerated wink.
You giggled and playfully shoved his head away. "I appreciate the idea, but where the hell are you gonna find something last minute on a Friday night?"
He straightened back up and took a step backwards, "Baby," his arms extended at his sides and he gestured to himself, "I'm Dick Grayson." He grinned cockily at you as you rolled your eyes and lightheartedly groaned at his ego.
"Just for that, you're paying," you lightly jabbed him in the side with a makeup brush.
He pumped his fist in the air in triumph and quickly swooped down to kiss you on your glossy lips. He leaned close to your ear, "Wouldn't have it any other way." He lightly nipped at your ear lobe before bounding to the bathroom to get ready himself.
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