#dick grayson reader insert

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You weren’t one to make the first move, but you’d waited so long to taste him, and you weren’t disappointed. Dick caught you, wrapping you tight in his embrace as he stumbled back a step, and he opened to you, both of you delving into the kiss with fervour.

His hands splayed over your back, pressing your body into him, he slid his fingers into your hair. Pulling it out of its messy knot and letting it flow through his fingers, Dick tilted your head to get better access to your mouth. You complied readily, gasping as you arched into him and felt the press of his cock against your lower stomach. It made your insides clench and moisture pooled between your thighs.

When he started moving forward, you stumbled over your feet, trying to step backward and stay with him, lips locked. But you failed and nearly tripped and fell, only Dick’s capable hands kept you on your feet. He bent slightly, running his hands down to the backs of your thighs, and he lifted you easily, so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you.

It was an erotic sensation, being carried like that, especially with his cock, long and hard pressing against your core. It made you throb and long for more direct contact, and you wondered just how far this could possibly go. Anyone could walk in here at any moment, but, that just added to the thrill.

Dick settled you on the kitchen counter, sitting on the edge, and he didn't break the kiss even as his hands found their way under your shirt. His thumbs caressed your nipples, making them pebble under his expert touch. You arched into his hands, letting your palms roam down around the waist of his pants, wanting to go further but not sure if that would be too much. But then his hands slid down your stomach, his fingers dipping just barely into your pants, and you moaned as he brushed just above that sensitive set of nerves that was swollen and aching.

“Dick—fuck”.

“Shhhh sweetheart”, he groaned quietly, “Don’t talk—don’t wanna get caught, no matter how cute you sound moaning my name”.

The vibration of his words taunted you and heightened your arousal.

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"Yeah, I'm fine." He buckles himself in as he says it, trying to get comfortable as best he can. You place your hand over his, brows furrowed in concern and at that moment Dick knows you've caught on to how he feels.

"You're scared, aren't you?" Your voice is gentle, and one would think you didn't find humor in the situation, but the smile on your lips says otherwise.

"I'm just a little concerned, you never know how these things are gonna go." Dick tries his best to keep his breathing steady, though the hand that isn't under yours is gripping the armrest of the seat.

"You are scared!" You slap him gently on the shoulder, smile widening. He gives in then, head drooping as he stares at his knees. He's in the window seat, and Dick is trying his best not to lock eyes on the outside world.

"You're gonna be fine, Dick." You knock his knee with your own, resting your head on his shoulder with all the affection you can muster. It does calm him; Dick can't deny that and for a second he thinks everything is going to be okay. Then the plane jolts, and he's lifting off of the ground inside it.

"Oh shit." It comes as a mumble that he repeats at least five times in the span of minutes it takes the plane to get off the ground. You chuckle to yourself all through it, head still tucked into the space between his collarbone and jaw, trying your best to provide comfort with your hand in his.

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"And like hearing yours." He smiles, and you do the same, the sound of a laugh catching in your throat as he flips over, switching your positions. He's grinning as he presses soft kisses to your neck, and he tries his best to savor the feeling of his lips on your skin. Your hands move over his back and shoulders with touches that alternate between light fingers, skimming over his muscles, and soft hands gripping him tight.

Dick moves his attention to your collarbone, and you chuckle when his hair falls forward, tickling your shoulders. "Get yourself up here, Grayson." He loves the way you say it, and he does as he's told, bringing his lips up to meet yours.

"How ‘bout, I make us breakfast, and we can finish this later?" He stares down at you with gentle eyes, watching as you think it over. Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and Dick knows more than anything that he would do whatever it took to stay in this moment with you.

"You've got yourself a deal." A Cheshire cat-like smile graces your lips, as you say it, making Dick's stomach do flips.

"What would you like me to make?" He knows the answer already because you give him the same one every time he asks. He only offers you the question so he can stay in bed with you a little while longer.

"You know what I want Grayson, you always do."

Dick raises an eyebrow, fingers running up and down your arm with featherlight touches. "That's an expensive meal you're asking for baby, it'll cost you."

He watches as you bite your lip, the look in your eyes now forever being one of his favourites, before you pull him down into a kiss. It starts soft, sweet, and full of all your affections, but changes soon to something needy and passionate, a feeling so good that it's criminal.

When you pull back for air, you keep him close, arms over his shoulders. "How much does it cost now?"

You smile again, and Dick releases a breathy laugh, moving a hand up to touch your cheek. "Just give me a few more of those, and you have yourself a free meal."

With no hesitation you pull him back toward you, lips melting into his. You were perfect for him, and the feelings that consumed Dick at that moment were still left unmatched.

That's his favourite memory of you, and he recalls it in detail whilst he burns his third plate of food this week. He can't focus on anything other than what he's lost, and he knows he has no one to blame for that but himself. He tried blaming you. He thought if he did, then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much. Maybe he could create some reason in his mind, an explanation for why he did what he did. You had your flaws, but Dick loved every one of them, and there's nothing he can use to pin his pain on you, even if you are the source of it.

When Rachel enters the kitchen Dick hardly notices until he's turned around to see her sitting at the marble island. He puts his plate down, dumping the pan in the sink.

"That's really what you're eating?" Rachel screws up her nose as she watches Dick stand with his back against the counter, plate back in his hand as he takes a small bite of the charred meal. "Did you cook that on a barbecue or something?"

Dick just shrugs, trying to offer the young girl a smile. "It tastes alright." It's a lie and an obvious one at that.

"Dick, put that down, Jesus." Rachel stands, making her way over to him and dumping his plate in the sink. She turns to the fruit bowl on the kitchen island and chucks him an apple. "I can't sit here and watch you eat shit. What was that even supposed to be, anyway?"

Dick grumbles as he watches his meal submerge itself into the water-filled sink, "It was meant to be an omelette, and you didn't have to watch me eat it."

Rachel gives him a pointed look. "That was not an omelette."

Dick turns his gaze away from the burnt, sunken, pile, allowing himself to return Rachel's stare. "I didn't say it was an omelette, I said that's what it was meant to be."

"Well, that doesn't matter." Rachel waves him off, and suddenly her expression changes to one of concern, though it's not directed at him. "I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?" He takes a bite of the apple in his hands, and Dick has to admit that it's a thousand times better than what he had attempted to eat before.

"It's about Y/N."

At the sound of your name Dick almost chokes, but he masks it with a cough, placing the apple on the counter. "What about her?"

Rachel eyes him cautiously, elbows resting on the marble countertop. "Gar and I saw her the other day, at the grocery store, and—" she pauses, frowning at Dick in a way he can't describe. It's something between pity and blame. "You really did a number on her, didn't you?"

Dick stays silent. He knows what he did to you, how he broke your heart. It haunts him every day.

"Aren't you going to ask how she is? Don't you care?" There are tears in Rachel's eyes, and for the first time in since Dick broke it off with you, he remembers how close the two of you had been. Rachel loved you, always stealing you away from him to talk 'girl stuff' in her room or to ask for advice. He'd been so stuck in his own self-pity to remember that.

"I care, Rachel, I do." He finds it hard to look at the girl, her face a reminder of every person he's let down. He wants to ask how you are, but he's afraid of the answer. Rachel tells him anyway.

"You broke her, you know that, right? She loved you so much."

Dick can only nod, her words breaking him down like a chisel to stone.

"I know, Rachel."

She stands, unable to contain her emotions, and stares him down, disappointment in her eyes. Rachel lowers her voice, the sound of heartbreak itself. "She wanted to marry you, Dick. She loved you that much."

That's his breaking point, words that Dick already knew deep down, solidified in the air between him and Rachel Roth. He turns away, pushing down the lump in his throat at the thought of you, walking down the aisle to him. It was something you'd planned together but never gone through with. Five years of love left to rot in the form of half-made wedding plans and late-night conversations.

"She still loves you Dick, and I know you love her too. You can fix this, but you've gotta do it soon." He listens as Rachel's footsteps recede down the hall, leaving him with tears he knows are about to fall.

Dick's hands rest atop the steering wheel, his eyes on the road with you beside him in the passenger seat. You look beautiful, and your smile is wider than usual when he turns to spare a glance at you.

"They looked so happy, didn't they?" You look at him as you say it, locking your eyes with his before he is forced to turn back to the road. By they, you mean the two friends of yours you just witnessed getting married, vows, flowers, and wedding cake enveloping your mind.

"I've never been a fan of weddings, but I think I'd like to get married one day." You sound so dreamy, so in love with the concept at that moment, and Dick lets a laugh escape into the air of the car.

"Nice subtle hint you dropped there."

He sees your head turn back to him in his peripheral, a smile wide on his lips that he can't seem to remove.

"That makes it sound like you're not interested in marrying me. Am I not wife material, Dick Grayson?" You've got a hand over your heart in mock offense as you say it and Dick drums his fingers against the steering wheel, preparing himself for what he's about to say.

"Don't worry baby, I have every intention of marrying you," He dares to risk another look in your direction, greeted by the wide smile on your lips, "if you're up for it of course."

He watches your nose scrunch up, your smile widening before you place a hand on his cheek, nudging him back to face the road. "You can't marry me if we die in a car crash, Grayson, eyes on the prize, baby."

Dick raises an eyebrow, smirk on his lips "You are my prize."

You laugh at that, resting your head on the seatbelt. Dick doesn't know how you find it comfortable, but you act as though it is. "Mrs. Grayson," You mumble, the words making Dick's stomach turn in excitement. "It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

His cheeks hurt, aching with the overload of elation Dick feels. He reaches over to you, placing his hand in yours, the other on the wheel. "I like the way that sounds," He mutters, "can you say it again?"

After that conversation, everything was different in a good way. Dick knew where he stood with you, and he knew how much he really wanted everything to work out. The fact you wanted him the same was what made everything perfect, even if the two of you weren't. You were two flawed people who somehow made each other whole, and with each memory that Dick turned over in his head, the reason he had ruined that grew fainter. He blamed it on his loving you too much, but perhaps the problem lay in Dick's fear that you might leave him when you promised to stay.

Right now, he's in the middle of a staring contest with his phone as it sits innocently on the coffee table. He wants to grab it, strangle it in his hand, and call you for one last shot. He wants to ask for your forgiveness. He wants to kiss your lips again and never let you go. He can't let you go. It's impossible to love someone as much as he loves you and not have them stick to you like glue.

The last time he called you, you didn't answer. He thought you'd moved on, quicker than he ever thought you could, but what Rachel so bittersweetly informed him of contradicts everything he thought he knew. There's a chance that you still want him, that you're still willing to be his person, and that's a chance he's willing to take.

He picks up the phone and slips it into his pocket, praying that he hasn't ruined the only thing he really needs as he heads for the elevator. It's risky, and by the time he's made it to his car, his hands are shaking. He can't reach over the centre console and hold your hand in his this time. He ruined that. And he has to fix it alone.

Dick Grayson can't breathe. He's trying to make sense of the situation before him, you standing in the doorway of your apartment, whilst Dick is in the hall mouth agape. He watches your eyes widen, the initial shock of seeing him settling upon you before you slam the door in his face.

That snaps him out of whatever trace he was stuck in, and he knocks one once more, calling out. "Y/N, please open the door."

He hears you shuffling around on the other side of the door, the faint sound of a sob hitting him with the force of a tidal wave. It rips down his defences, scratching at his skin until he's banging on the door again. He's desperate to get to you if it's the last thing he does.

"Y/N, come on baby, let me in."

"Why should I?" You shout back, voice breaking in the process. Dick ceases his movements, forehead resting against the door in defeat. He wanted this to happen differently. He wanted everything between you to end differently. He didn't want it to end at all.

"We need to talk, Y/N please, I'm begging you, open the door."

His heart tears open with every word, hands rested on firmly on the wood before him, until finally, the doorknob turns.

The door is left open by about an inch, an invitation for Dick to let himself in. He does so with relief, but when he steps inside, you've placed yourself halfway across the living room, a clear indication that even though he's allowed in, you still need space. Your arms are folded around yourself like some kind of protective barrier between you and him.

"I'm sorry." The words are pathetic and not nearly enough to excuse all he's done. "I'm so sorry."

You're staring him down, unblinking as if you're afraid doing so will make your tears fall faster. Dick hates himself, and pure burning disgust for his own being runs through his veins when you speak.

"Why? Why did you do it?"

Dick wants to be sick right there on your carpeted floor, but he stays strong for you. He'll try to for as long as he can.

"I didn't want what I do to put you in danger." He stands straighter, pushing back the lump in his throat, trying to keep what it means at bay. "I didn't want to see you get hurt because of me."

You let out a shallow laugh, casting your eyes across the ground. The whole situation seems so dark, lonely, and broken, and Dick supposes that represents both of you perfectly.

"Are you hearing yourself, Dick?" You look up at him, and it's impossible for Dick to interpret the emotion behind your eyes. There's too much of it to see through. "You did the one thing that could actually hurt me."

He can't think of anything to say to that. Dick wants to say sorry again, but it won't do any good. He knows that now. He stares at you with sorrow and disbelief, unable to form a single word. He came here to tell you he still loves you, but he doesn't know if you'll want to hear it.

"I thought you wanted me. I thought we had it all planned out." You swallow harshly, collecting yourself and Dick watches the tears roll down your cheeks, watches the way they are highlighted by the light reflecting off of them. He did that to you.

"I still want you, I do." Dick wants to move forward, but he knows it's not a good choice to make. "I want to go through with everything, all the plans we made. I want to marry you." It's abruptly spoken, and his voice shakes. His own tears prick against his eyes, and he pushes them back as best he can.

"If you wanted me, why'd you leave?" Your voice inches up in volume, and your arms fold around your body tighter, protecting yourself from the man who swore to protect you.

There's nothing Dick can say but the truth. He can't hide behind half of it, say only what he wants to believe, not anymore.

"I was scared you'd leave me first, okay? I was afraid I'd lose you to something I couldn't control, and I let that fear control me."

His tears forge a path down his cheeks, hot against his skin, his voice raising itself considerably, another thing he can't stop. "I didn't want to pull out a ring, and have you say no."

"I would've said yes. You know that." You're shaking your head in disbelief, taking small steps in his direction. "You know more than anything just how much I love you. I would've said yes."

You still sound angry with him, but your voice is softer, and with each second Dick finds it harder to breathe. He remembers everything so clearly, the five years he spent loving you that he threw away in one night.

"I didn't want to lose you, and I felt like it was going to happen, so I thought why not sooner rather than later?" His eyes burn, and he sucks in another breath to hold against his chest. "I regret everything I said to you that night. I fucked up, but I still fucking love you."

"I love you too." You're still miles from him, halfway across the room, and Dick wants to reach for you and make things right.

"It can't go back to the way it was, Dick." Your words cut deep, pulling at his heart like someone to a harp’s strings. "You have to earn it."

He takes in your words, breathing in his punishment. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get back to the place he was with you before. "Just give me one chance, Y/N, I won't fuck it up this time. I promise."

Your eyes scan over him as if accessing a threat and Dick hates that you see him that way now. "One chance."

And just like that relief floods his veins, his body loosening as you make your way to him, steps slow with caution. Once close enough, Dick reaches out, at peace when you move into his arms. With eyes shut tightly, he presses a kiss to your hair, tears still forcing themselves from his eyes in silence. "I'm so sorry." His words are muffled, and you stay quiet, but somehow that's enough.

AN: I literally hate this ending.

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“How was your flight Miss?” he asked, helping you in with your bags. 

“It was good, but I couldn't wait to get my feet on the ground though.” you smiled. 

The driver nodded, before shutting the door. Climbing into the driver side, he started the car. “Where to?”

“Mr. Wayne is already waiting for me, I’m sure. I would like to go to Wayne Enterprises and greet him first.” 

The driver nodded and drove off towards the tallest building in Gotham City. Popping open your mirror, you checked your lipstick making sure it was still how you wanted, and grinned. The ride to Wayne Tower wasn’t long, with the driver letting you out immediately after you arrived. 

“I’ll be here when you are finished with your meeting, Miss.” 

Nodding to the driver, you walked in the front doors. You were let up to Bruce’s office, and passed his secretary. 

“Mr. Wayne is out and won’t be back for a while,” she said. “But I believe his son is in if you’d like to speak to him.” 

Giving the secretary a smile, you nodded. “Thank you, please tell Mr. Wayne I stopped by.” 

Nodding you in, you opened the doors only to be greeted with a wonderful surprise of your own. You thought that it would be Tim Drake waiting in the office, but it was none other than Dick Grayson. 

Not even hearing you come in, you shut the door behind you with the click of the door alerting him to your presence. 

Looking up, you were met with his crystal blue eyes that already had you melting at how soft they turned the second he saw you. 

“Y/N?” he asked, standing straight. 

“We have got to stop meeting like this,” you giggled, walking towards him. 

Meeting you halfway, Dick grinned and wrapped his arms around you before kissing you deeply. “I didn’t even know you were coming,” 

Looking up at him, you smiled. “I wanted to surprise you,”

“Well color me surprised.” Leaning down, Dick pressed his lips to yours again. Unlike the last, this kiss was needy. Needy like Dick needed to feel your lips on his or he might disappear. His hands gripped your waist tightly, afraid to let you go. 

Gripping the front of his shirt, you pulled Dick lower nibbling on his bottom lip. 

A low moan grumbled in his throat as he pulled your hips to meet his. “Did you miss me baby?” 

Leaning into his touch, you tilted your head up as he placed kisses down your throat, towards your collar. 

“I managed,” you hummed. 

Dick chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your soft skin. “Oh, I think you missed me more than that, sweetheart.” 

His name left your lips in a soft whisper, your eyes closing at the feeling. “Maybe I did,” 

A low growl rumbled in his throat as Dick pulled you closer, his hands tightening on your waist. Leading you closer to the desk, Dick wasted no time in pinning you against it as he continued to leave a trail of kisses across your throat. 

“I missed you too,” Moving his hands, Dick slowly slid them up your thighs pushing your skirt up as he went. Hooking your thighs around his waist, you watched as Dick dropped to his knees and kissed up your thigh before mouthing over your clothed pussy. 

“F-Fuck–” you muttered, your breath catching in your throat at the feeling. 

Not missing the mischievous quark of his brows, your hand flew to his hair as he teasingly slid your panties down your legs. 

“Dickie–” you whined, running a hand through his hair only to tighten your grip and pull him up to look at you. “Don’t be a tease,”

“Yes, ma’am.” he grinned, tossing the fabric behind him leaning forward and propping your legs over his shoulders. You could feel the excitement pooling, waiting before Dick finally ran his tongue through your folds. 

Tipping your head back, you let out a low moan at the feeling. You couldn’t see his face, your skirt hiding it from view, but you heard the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your pussy with such ferocity it had you seeing stars. 

Digging the heel of your black Jimmy Choos into his back, Dick let out a guttural moan feeling you pull and tug at his hair. Tilting your hips up, Dick continued giving himself a better angle at your cunt making you squeal his name. 

“Fuck! Baby–Baby, please!” Your hips moved against his mouth, bringing you closer to your orgasm, his lips leaving delicious tingles across your core. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he hummed, not letting up one bit before he had you wriggling on his tongue coating it in your release. 

Panting heavily as you came down from your high, you shook as Dick cleaned you thoroughly moaning softly before watching him peek his adorable face up from beneath your skirt. His mouth and chin were covered in your cum, a drunk expression on his face. 

Dick ran a hand up your calf, placing kisses over the smooth skin. Before he could go further, you pulled your heel back and placed it firmly on his chest and pushed Dick onto his back. Eye going wide, you watched as he gasped hitting the carpet below, with you towering over him. 

What Dick wouldn’t give to have you walk all over him, let alone step on him. 

He couldn’t stop himself from staring as you lowered yourself onto his lap, placing your bare pussy over his hard cock, straining in his pants. The feeling had him tipping his head back, moaning as his hands went to your waist. 

“Please, baby. I need you on my cock–” he whined. “Need your pretty pussy–” 

A grin formed on your face as you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, Dick’s eyes not leaving your form for a second as you stripped above him. With your bra discarded, and your skirt with it, all Dick could do was stare. 

He had to have you, and he had to have you now. Flipping you onto your back, Dick ground his hips into yours as he made quick work of getting his suit off. Feeling your nails rake his skin through his shirt sent shivers down his spine, making him even more impatient especially now that he had you naked underneath him. 

Helping him with his clothes, you brought his lips down to meet yours, swallowing his moans as his cock was finally free from the tight fabric of his slacks. Kicking them off, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels dangling in the air as Dick thrusted his cock into you. 

Letting out a loud moan at the feeling, your eyes rolled back letting yourself adjust. Dick held you close as he placed kisses anywhere he could reach, groaning at the feeling of your wet heat. 

“God you feel so–fuck–feel so fucking good baby,” he moaned, “Wanna keep you on my cock forever–” 

Feeling him move his hips, you kept Dick close as the two of you fucked on the floor of Bruce Wayne’s office. 

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps coming your way. Immediately, you and Dick peeked your heads up from behind Bruce’s desk and went silent. Only taking a few seconds to pass, the two of you waited it out, before letting out the breath you were holding. 

Letting out a light chuckle, you looked at Dick and took his chin in your hand. “Where were we, handsome?” You asked. 

Dick hummed, before laying you back on the ground. “I believe, I was giving you the best fuck of your life.” 

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While you were staying in Gotham, Dick decided to let you meet his family for once. Bruce was still out on League business, so it was just him and his mass amount of siblings. No matter how hard he tried, Dick could not have prepared you for how many there were. 

Bruce had a problem of adopting kids, like it was a pathological need to take in every orphaned kid he saw. One by one, you were introduced to them all. Jason, Tim, Damian, Duke, Cass, and even friends that were like family like Stephanie, and Barbara. 

Which led to where you were now. 

“So, you’re telling me that you weren’t hired by Dick to pretend to be his girlfriend?” Tim asked. 

There was an audible smack as Dick facepalmed so hard, it made you giggle. Pulling his hand down, you placed a kiss to the growing red mark on his forehead. 

“No, he did not pay me. Didn’t he tell you we met at my charity even in Coast City?” 

“In all honesty, we thought Coast City was code for Canada.” 

“No, that was just you Jason.” Stephanie corrected. “I knew something happened, Dick looked too happy for it to be a fake girlfriend he hired only to meet his family.” 

At her words, you turned to Dick who was obviously blushing now. “I make you happy?” 

“Sickeningly so,” 

“Shut up, Jason.” 

Tapping the front of the stool he was sitting on, Jason narrowed his eyes. “You’re telling me it’s not the least bit suspicious Dick picked up a girlfriend after spending a week in Coast City?” 

Duke crossed his arms and gave him a look. “Is it so hard for you to be happy for him?”

“The guy literally ignored me for months and–” 

“That was years ago, Todd. Let it go.” 

“You’re one to talk about holding grudges,” Stephanie muttered under her breath. 

Before either of you knew it, all of them were arguing and fighting over things that may or may not have actually happened. It wasn’t long before Dick and Cassandra got roped into it, trying to separate them before getting dragged into the middle to be buried under the quarreling bodies.

 Barbara was beside you, watching it unfold with the most unimpressed look on her face. 

“Is it always like this?” you asked, with a chuckle. 

Barbara smiled, “It feels like it, but deep down they all love each other. They’re all just too stubborn to admit it.” 

“When Bruce said it got crazy, I didn’t think it’d be this crazy.” It kind of warmed your heart to see Dick interact with his family like this, goofing off, rough housing and even tame name-calling because “They may be little shits, but they are my little shits and no one else is allowed to call them that.” 

Those were the exact words Dick used to describe his siblings, and you could easily see how much he loved all of them. 

Looking at Barbara again, you chuckled. “How long does something like this usually last?” 

“With this family? Let’s just say I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t turn into a game of Assassin, or some sort of Nerf War.” 

“Wanna go get lunch while we wait?” 

Barbara nodded, before wheeling out the room. “You coming Alfred?” she called. 

Sparing the wrestling bodies on the floor, Alfred smiled. “Don’t mind if I do, Miss Barbara.” 

You were in Gotham for just over a week before having to head back, you like Bruce were a CEO of your own family company and could only spend so much time away. Unlike Bruce however, you didn’t have any family you could rely on to get the job done. 

Everything in your company was done how you liked it, and it worked because you put in the effort to make it work. Every night you would call Dick, catch him up on your day and he would do the same. 

His job as a personal trainer, outside of the family business seemed to be booming which you were happy for. It gave Dick a sense of independence, away from family money. Something you understood, having come from money yourself. 

When your father approached you to take over, initially you refused. You wanted to work your way from the bottom, get to know the people and the company before you ever thought of taking it over. The company was everything to your father, and you would fight like hell to keep it running. 

Being on your own, it was nice to have someone like Dick to confide in. He understood your struggles, and listened to everything you had to say. The only downside is that you didn’t get to see him much. It was almost two months before you saw him in person again, you coming back from lunch to see him sitting on your desk with his legs crossed, flipping through a magazine.

Hearing the click of your door, Dick’s head snapped up and a smile grew on his face. Dick was wearing a nice white button up, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The fabric of his shirt was straining against the muscle of his chest, the muscle you knew so well. His black slack fit his legs perfectly, making his ass look even rounder.

Dick looking this good should be illegal. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Setting the magazine to the side, Dick slid off your desk and walked over taking your waist. “I came to see my favorite girl. Is it a crime to try and surprise you?” he chuckled. 

You didn’t realize how much you missed him up until then, hearing his melodious laugh making your heart swoon at the sound. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pecked his lips with a content hum. 

“Well, reason or not, I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.” 

Cupping your face, Dick looked at you fondly as he stroked your cheek. “I missed you too beautiful. How long until you get off?” 

“I still have a couple hours, the life of a CEO never stops you know.” you chuckled, pulling out of his hold to walk around to your desk. 

“Oh, I know.” Following you around, Dick held your waist and placed soft kisses to the base of your throat, brushing back your collar just enough. 

“And neither do you, it seems.”

“What can I say? You look really fucking hot in a pencil skirt with those damn heels.” You could feel the grin as he made his way to the shell of your ear. 

“I’m not the one about to bust out of my shirt,” 

Dick’s laughter rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine. “That can be arranged.” 

You could feel his hands travel up from your waist, to the buttons of your shirt. Slowly, one by one Dick undid them as he pressed light kisses to the back of your neck, pinning you against your desk. 

Leaning into his touch, you tipped your head back as Dick ground his hips into yours, arching into his hands. Once your shirt was removed, and your bra discarded to the side, Dick had his hands on your breasts massaging and kneading them as he kept you close. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” he hummed, nibbling on your ear. 

A gasp left your lips as a hand trailed up your chest and collar, before wrapping itself around your throat. “But we both know you’ll look so much better, bent over your desk.” 

Before you could process his words, Dick had your chest pressed against the cold wood of your desk and your skirt was hiked up your hips exposing your ass to him. Running a hand over the skin, DIck grinned at the little noise you made as he snapped the string of your thong. 

“Dick–Dick, please!” 

“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning over to look at you. 

“Fuck me, eat me, something please!” 

Instead of a response, you were met with a harsh smack of your ass making you gasp at the contact. 

“And what makes you think you deserve that, hm?” 

“I–I– Fuck!” Your words were cut off with another smack, the skin off your ass stinging from his touch as he smoothed over the skin. 

“You remember our little rendezvous in Bruce’s office?” he asked, his tone harsh yet soft. 

Oh no. Oh fuck no. 

Your sudden silence gave Dick all the confirmation he needed, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The two of you had wild sex in Bruce’s office, and he found out about it. You no longer could show your face at galas, to Bruce, let alone in Gotham again. Your business partner knew you fucked his son, in his office.

“That’s right baby, now it’s my turn for revenge,” he grinned, slowly pulling your thong down your legs. 

What did Dick mean by revenge? Before you could ask, the phone on your desk began to ring. 

“Oh perfect, timing.” Dick’s fingers teased your folds, listening to the soft whines leaving your lips. “Go on baby girl, answer the phone.” 

You didn’t move, mainly because you were too focused on the feeling of Dick’s fingers stroking your walls, making your pussy clench around them. 

“You answer the phone, and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.” Dick began to scissor his fingers, making your toes curl as they barley touched the ground from Dick holding you down to the desk. 

Taking his promise, you slowly reached over and answered the phone. “Hello?” 

“Ah, Miss L/N. I do hope I caught you at a good time?” 

Nodding, you gripped the edge of the desk to bite back the moans. “Right now is good, Mr. Seymour, is everythi–thing alright?” 

You didn’t pay attention to a thing he was saying, you were too focused on the fact that Dick decided to kneel behind you, and use his tongue. If there was one thing you were sure of, it was the fact that Dick Grayson was like a god with his tongue. 

Trying to keep your breaths even, you listened and responded when it was appropriate. All you wanted was for this damn phone call to be over, but it got harder and harder with each pinch, thrust and stroke Dick did with his tongue and fingers. 

“Are we still on for our Thursday lunch?” 

You were about to respond when Dick leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Tell him you won’t make it, you’ll be too busy warming my cock to even think about going.” 

Dick’s words alone, almost had you moaning for him. 

“I-I’ll have to dou–double check my schedule. Let me get back to you on that one.” 

Dick could see you were losing your composure, with a grin on his face Dick quietly slid out of his pants before he thrust his cock into you. He wished he had a mirror so he could see the look on your face as your tight pussy took every inch of his cock, all while remaining silent. 

You were surprised you didn’t break the desk with how hard you were gripping it. 

“I am so sorry Mr. Seymour, and emergency came up and I have to go.” 

Before the poor old man could even respond, you hung up the phone finally able to let lose at the feeling of Dick’s cock filling you so perfectly. 

“Dick–Dick please!” you cried, not caring who could hear you. 

Gripping your hips tighter, Dick picked up the pace moaning your name. “Such a good girl,” he hummed. “You want to cum?” 

Unable to speak, all you could do was nod as obscenities flowed from your mouth in jumbled letters. The feeling of Dick’s hands holding you in place as he fucked you thouroughly was too good, you needed him to keep going. 

“Since you did so well,” pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Dick grinned. “Go ahead baby.” 

At his words, you let out a loud moan of his name coating his cock in your cum. Thrusting through it, Dick watched as it flowed out of you covering his cock from tip to base. It was a few thrusts after that he came with a shout of your name, filling you with his hot seed. 

Dick held you close as he slowly thrust his hips, keeping the rhythm at a leisurely pace waiting for you to come down. It wasn’t until your breathing slowed that he pulled out, and helped you up. It didn’t take a genius to see that he wore you out, letting out a chuckle Dick kissed your cheek. 

“We–” you panted. “We have got to stop having office sex.” 

“I don’t think you get it babe, you look really fucking hot in your office with that tight little skirt and those heels.” 

Leaning back into him as he sat on your chair, you let out a chuckle. “Keep it in your pants Grayson, or I’ll give you a reason to be excited.” 

Kissing your cheek, he laughed along with you. “Is that a promise?” 

Rolling your eyes, you curled into his chest, “Shut up and hold me before I tell your family you ask for pictures of my tits on a nightly basis.”

“You’d think she would learn to shut up.”

“You had to grab one with a mouth on her, didn’t you?” 

“How about the two of you shut up, ignore her and do your damn jobs.” a third voice said. “If she really is dating that dumb Wayne boy, then the ransom will get paid soon.” 

There was a murmur before the voices quieted down, and the thugs parted to reveal your disheveled form, with a piece of–was that hot pink duct tape on your mouth?

Your eyes narrowed at your captors, all you wanted to do was just have a relaxing Saturday evening with Dick when you were nabbed outside the front door to your apartment. You weren’t sure why they wanted a ransom from Dick or Bruce, both being from the Wayne family, but whatever it was you were caught in the middle of it. 

Glancing down, your feet weren’t tied down to the chair you sat in. Maybe if you were sneaky enough, you could try and scoot yourself towards the window. No doubt Dick was out there looking for you, if he wasn’t already. 

Before you could get anywhere, the door into the room opened and another thug walked in the room. “Boss said not to touch the girl until Nightwing gets here,”

“That’d be pretty stupid of a vigilante to show up when we’re waiting for a ransom payment,” 

“Well, we are in his territory. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to rescue the girl.” 

“The boss said to stop him, so don’t let him in.” 

“Kind of late for that one boys,”

Everyone in the room turned to look towards the window where you saw Nightwing standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Shit!” 

“How’d he get in!” 

Nightwing shook his head and pulled out his escrima sticks, “Maybe next time make sure your hostage’s phone is off, and don’t leave them in sight of the window.” 

“Get him!” 

All the thugs in the room dashed for Nightwing, you were pushed out of the way and you fell back on the chair left with your feet dangling in the air. Some vigilante he was. 

Wiggling around, you heard the sounds of fists and metal hitting human skin followed by the grunts of the men who had kidnapped you. Serves them right, Dick was probably worried sick about you. 

Managing to roll on your side, you shuffled around to try and get your hands free. After a while, the fighting died down and a pair of gloved hands came sat you back upright. 

“You alright, Miss?” 

Looking at your savior, you gave him a glare.

Nightwing carefully pulled the tape off your mouth, wincing at the hissing sound you made. 

“I just got kidnapped, held for ransom and knocked over by a bunch of assholes. So you tell me, Mr. Wing, do I sound okay?” 

Giving you a pensive look, Dick chewed his lips and helped untie you. “You’re right,” he said. “You’ve had a rough night.” 

“My boyfriend is probably worried sick right about now,” you muttered. “Please tell me he didn’t pay the ransom?” 

“To my knowledge, Mr. Grayson nor Mr. Wayne has paid any sort of ransom.” He assured. 

“Well that’s a damn shame,” came a voice behind you. 

Both you and Nightwing turned to look and saw a man well over six feet tall, sauntering into the room wearing combat gear with a shiny red helmet on his face. 

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” 

Dick rose to his feet, making sure you were behind him. 

“What are you doing here, Hood? You’re supposed to be in Gotham.” 

“A little birdy told me that my dear older brother has gotten himself a girlfriend,” Red Hood hummed, “I just wanted to introduce myself so we could get better acquainted.” 

“So you kidnap her!?” 

Your eyes went wide, Dick’s younger brother was the Red Hood? But, Tim was too small to be the Red Hood, so did he have a secret brother you were never told about?

“You listen here, Dickhead, you wanted me to be a part of your life more then you should maybe introduce me to the people in your life!” 

Now you were really confused, what the hell was going on? 

“Excuse me,” you interrupted, “If I might have a say in all of this.” 

Nightwing and Red Hood froze, forgetting that you were there in the first place. Turning to look at you, they both nodded, telling you to continue. 

“If I may be so bold to ask what the fuck is going on here?” 

“Yeah, Dick what’s going on here?” 

“Jason, shut the fuck up.” 

Your eyes were about to bulge right out of your skull, “Wait a minute, Dick!?” 

The room was dead silent, this was not how Dick wanted you to find out he roamed the streets as a vigilante. 

“Wait, you never told her?” 

Dick smacked the back of his brother’s head, “No! I was actually planning on it tonight with a nice dinner at home and give her the full story and everything but someone had to go and kidnap her!” 

“Don’t put all the blame on me Richard! She’s your girlfriend!” 

“You duct taped my mouth shut!” 

Jason turned to you, waving his gun in the air. “You wouldn’t stop criticizing my hostage techniques!” 

“That’s because they sucked!” 

Turning to Dick, you saw that he was trying to hide his smile. “Don’t think you’re off the hook either sweetheart, you have a lot of explaining to do.” 

Now it was Jason’s turn to snort, before you turned your ire on him. “And you. If you ever kidnap me again, you better make sure you know how to tie a hostage correctly or else.” 

Jason and Dick shared a nervous look, knowing full well that your threats were serious. 

The metal of the cuffs dug bitterly into your wrists as you writhed under Dick’s slow, calculated touches. You purred his name softly, eager to show him exactly how he was making you feel.

His lips curved against your skin in between his torturous kisses, “We’ve barely gotten started and you're already whining”.

You tugged against the handcuffs again and whimpered gently, the metal biting your wrists, reminding you of your place.

“Dick…”.

Dick nipped the top of your breasts and smirked. You were completely bare beneath him except for a pair of red satin panties, your skin marred with bites and hickeys he’d left on you.

“Dickie please, I'll be good”, you bartered.

“I know you will”, he kissed to the left of your navel, “You’re always so good for me…but, this time you have no choice”. He flicked the handcuffs playfully, the rattle of the chains sounding more sensual than you realised.

You moaned, both in pleasure and agony, aching to touch him, drag your fingers through his hair and down his toned back.

“I just need you to be a little patient for me baby”, Dick twisted his tongue down your stomach, enjoying the way you shivered. Skin prickling with excitement.

You watched as Dick finally reached the waistband of your panties and sucked in a deep breath, “Dick please—I need to touch you”.