#dick grayson smut...

You hum along to the music as you move through the club, squinting slightly as you try to make way of where exactly you’re going.

The lights are low, washing everyone in blues and purple hues with the occasional strobes of white light catching the shimmer of your dress. 

The urge to fan yourself is overwhelming as you squeeze through the center of the club, bodies packed shoulder to shoulder, air almost as thick as Bludhaven’s smog, but instead of its usual stench its more of a mix of perfume, too much cologne, sweat and alcohol. 

It almost burns your nose hard enough to make your eyes sting– but you push on, narrowly stepping out of the way of two girls stumbling toward you, arms tangled around each other, both loudly singing along to whatever song is blasting through the speakers.

They’re horribly off-key and rivalling the volume of the music itself, but they are laughing so hard you can’t help but smile as well.

They’re somehow managing to hold each other upright, swaying but at least standing as they giggle and gasp on their way to what you assume are the bathrooms.

A laugh bubbles up and escapes you as you finally make it out of the main crowd turning to look where the two disappeared. They look like they’re having fun, and you’re not used to seeing girls live and have let loose so freely. 

The bit of worry for them eases when you see a pair of exasperated but smiling guys follow after, each holding an incredibly stylish purse that doesn’t go with their outfits. 

You hope your night can turn out like that, tipsy, having fun and pulling a man around with an invisible leash.

Your fingers drift to the your neckline of your dress, adjusting it, only slightly self-consious of your choice to ditch a bra for the night. The dress’s colour compliments your make-up perfectly and the fabric fits your body to accentuate your best features.

It’s shorter than what you usually wear, riding up your thighs slightly with every step and you have to stop yourself from pulling it down every other second. As you walk a few glances are thrown your way, some lasting far longer than others. 

Normally, you’d fumble under that attention but the feeling of a certain pair of eyes watching you makes you tilt your chin up high. Tonight, you’ll let it happen, you’re here to pretend a little after all.

The bar finally comes into view and your focus narrows instantly. Just what you were looking for! You eyes catch the deep navy blue cushioned stool at the counter and you barely register the throbbing music and endless chatter around you as you sit down. 

You feel almost giddy as you tuck your heels on the footrest of the stool leaning forward against the cool marble counter, a welcomed sensation after pushing your way through that crowd. The bottles are a mix of neon and browns that you have trouble reading from where you’re sat. 

You catch the bartender glance your way and you give a polite smile in greeting but make no move to call him over as you look back at the selection seemingly trying very hard to decide on your first drink of the night. 

Or more so official terms, your first legal drink! You’d turned 21 a few days ago and this was a birthday treat for yourself to cross some firsts off your bucket list. You of course conveniently ignore that trip you took down to Canada where you could drink at 19.

You look around the club curiously, trying to catch a familiar eye somewhere but sigh in slight frustration when only the blur of movement from meaningless faces and bodies move about.

You tap your freshly manicured nails against the marble counter to ease your nerves a bit. You have nothing to be nervous about! Except going home alone–

Your slight spiral is rudely cut off when you feel someone lean against your counterspace, too close to be accidental and just close enough that you can feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress.

A voice cuts through the music and your thoughts clean, warm and crisp, “Two–”

Whatever comes out of his mouth after goes in one ear and out the next, lost completely as your eyes instinctively flutters before you can stop yourself. Warmth spreads from your chest outwards and you feel yourself relax ever so slightly. 

And then you make the conscious choice to pivot in your seat to look at him, and god does the sight piss you off.

He’s ridicoulously gorgeous, a kind of handsome that makes you want to scoff before grabbing him by his collar and kiss him all over. Men aren’t supposed to be this attractive and they definitely aren’t supposed to be this close to you.

He’s tall, well tall enough to make you have to crane your neck up– even with the bar stool leaving your feet dangling. He’s casually leaning against the bar, relaxed with an easy confidence that radiates off of him. 

Broad shoulders, a stupid evil little waist from what you can peak through his open jacket, toned and muscular forearms that you know are purposely on display with how he has his sleeves bunched up.

Immediately the warmth from earlier turns into a hot flash that travels straight between your thighs.

Fuck him– his face is worse. He had a strong jaw line, tanned skin and a beautifully curved nose. And just great! Stupid pitch-black hair that falls just slightly out of place.

Evil. This man is evil and you know it.

His eyes catch the light when he turns his head, and there’s something thats clearly a mix of interest and trouble when they lock onto you.

They rake over you slowly, taking you in from head to heeled toes before dragging their way back up without an ounce of shame. 

When his gaze finally lifts back to your face, it lingers there only dropping for a moment to catch you shifting your thighs to press against each other.

A rush of embarrassment floods you when you realize he noticed your action, you’re about to snap at him and ask where the hell he’s been when–

“Now why’s a beautiful girl like you sitting all alone?” he asks as he leans one arm against the counter clearly shifting his body so you can have a better view of his body– and also to block some other drunken guy from stumbling into you but you don’t pay mind to that. 

You have to hold back your eye roll, but despite yourself, a smile slips onto your face. You shrug slightly, deciding to play uninterested.

“Oh, I’m not,” you gesture vaguely around you as if the person you’re referring to would materialize out of nowhere. “I’m here with someone. He just went off to use the bathroom or something.”

You expected him falter, show soem shame and huff himself away but of course it doesn’t. If anything it eggs him on as you watch his smile widen, slow and teasingly as in leans in even closer.

“Oh,” he says dragging it out in mock thoughtfulness, “A boyfriend, huh?’ His eyes flicker over you again before giving you a knowingly look, “And he thought it was okay to leave a pretty lady like you all by herself?”

He clicks his tongue playfully, shaking his head as if genuinely disappointed. “He sounds like a fucking idiot if he thinks he can walk away and every other guy here wouldn’t take their shot.” 

You laugh as you shake your head at him, “You somehow seem more amused now that I mentioned I’m here with someone.”

There’s a teasing touch to your tone, more playful than judgmental. You tap your nail against the counter before shifting your body to face him better; you ignore the way his face lights up.

You tilt your head, leaning in to mock whisper, “But for the record, he’s not my boyfriend… We’re just feeling it out.”

He raises his brows like he’s savouring the information, “Ah,” he says, even adding a slight nod to his head. “So its not serious? Good–” He stops himself midway as his brain catches up with his words. “Oh shit– I mean–”

You can only let out giggles as he clears his throat, shifting his weight as he makes some excuse to fix what he said.

Something about a guy leaving you alone not deserving serious… blah blah blah, you tune him out letting the club music wash over you.

You instead eye the blatant marks on his neck, scattered but clearly left purposely for any woman or man, for that matter, to catch sight of. You faintly process Rihanna's voice in the background, singing about something in the air…

You blink out of it when he asks for you name, and you quickly tell him to play off your staring. “Pretty name.” His eyes crinkle slightly with a smile that tells you he definitely noticed, “suits you.”

This time you do roll your eyes, “Thank you. I’m guessing this is where you tell me your name?”

He chuckles straightening a bit as he runs a hand through his hair, “Mhm, you can call me Dick.”

You raise your brows immediately, “Dick…” You repeat waiting for him to possibly expand, you obviously knew it was short for Richard, but nonetheless wanted to stretch this conversation for as long as it could go. 

He takes your bait, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Yes,” he nods in mock exhaustion. “The exact same Dick you’re thinking about. Not short for anything.”

He drops his woe-is-me act as a smirk tugs at his mouth, “Though it sounds better once you get used to saying it.” 

Before you can reply, the bartender sets two drinks down in front of you, the glasses making a soft clink sound against the marble. Dick reaches for one without breaking eye contact, then slides the other towards you.

“Thought you might like this,” he says, “You look like you’d be a fan of Nightwing. Ordered you the drink named after him.”

You lift a brow, smiling as you wrap your fingers around the glass, “Oh yeah?” you huff out a laugh roating the liquid in the glass and watch as the ice inside catch the lights of the club. “What makes you say that?”

He chuckles, lifting his drink, taking a sip before answering. “You just look like someone with great taste.”

His eyes flick down to your dress appreciatively, before lifting back to your face. “I mean just look at you, that dress was the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You preen without shame, shoulders lifting slightly as you grin. “It’s a fan favourite.”

​​He nods, taking another drink, eyes still on you over the rim of the glass. “Oh really?” he prompts, leaning back against the counter. “You mean your little situationship likes it?”

You nod a little shy under his gaze, fingers drifting up to toy with the thin strap of your dress.

His gaze follows the movement instinctively, tracing the line of your shoulder to the curve of your neckline, definitely appreciating the finer details and nothing else before meeting your eyes again.

“Yes… um–” You falter, blinking as you scramble for a name. “--Ric,” you grin as you commit to the name. “Ric loves it on me.”

Dick raises a brow, clearly amused. “Ric, huh?” he says. “Finally got a name for the guy who gets you all to himself…”

He pauses before giving you a cheekily curious look. “Unless ‘not serious’ means you’re still open to… exploring?”

You swallow dryly brushing off his comment with a giggle as you lift your drink to take a sip. It only takes a second for the taste to hit and you immediately pull it away, blinking at the horridly sour taste. 

Your nose scrunches in confusion and disgust before you lick your lips staring back down at the drink as if it could explain itself before you hear a stifled chuckle.

When you look up, Dick looks far too pleased with himself.

You break character completely, reaching out to smack his arm with a scoff. “You’re a fucking prick,” you say, “I hope you know that, Ric.”

The stupid annoying character your boyfriend had been putting on breaks apart almost immediately.

The teasing smirk softens into a chuckle and the exaggerated cockiness melts away as he steps closer, crowding into your space.

His hands settle at your hips without hesitation thumbs brushing the fabric of your dress and if anything hikes it up further.

“Oh, come on,” he laughs obviously lying out his ass. “I genuinely thought you’d like it.”

Before you can let out your complaints, he dips his head and presses a quick kiss to your temple.

You grumble under your breath, reaching for his drink, wanting to wash the taste from your mouth and– Yeah. He only messed with your drink.

You scoff, swallowing before shoving the glass back toward him. “Yeah– yeah, whatever,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “Fuck you. I don’t even want to do this anymore.” You try to push him away, but it’s half-hearted at best.

He doesn’t budge, of course. Instead, his grip on your hips tightens just enough to keep you close.

“Aw, come on, birthday girl,” Dick laughs, “You know I’m just messing with you.”

He leans in, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, but he’s close enough that his eyes morph into just one weird-looking eye, so you know he’s not being serious at all. “I wanted to see that cute little scowl you get when you’re pretending to be mad at me.”

You try to maintain the annoyed act, but you can feel the corners of your mouth twitching. “You’re the worst,” you mutter, but the words come out softer than you hoped.

 “Yeah,” he agrees easily, not denying it for a second. “But I’m your worst.”

Okay, yeah whatevr the hell that means, you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest, trying to squirm out of the hold he had on your hips to no avail. He just laughs, the sound vibrating against you as he pulls away.

“No– no, come on,” he says, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “We were just getting to the fun part.” His voice drops playful and bribing. “We can continue right where we left off.”

You open your mouth to argue, but the words die before they can form when he squeezes your hips. You end up huffing, raising your brows for him to keep talking, and watch as his grin grows in response.

“Let me keep hitting on you,” he says, his voice dropping into a persuasive tone that always gets under your skin and, more specifically, under your clothes. “Let me convince you to ditch your shitty date.”

—-------

When you finally step through the door of your shared apartment, the contrast is immediate.

Gone is the thrumming bass and the thick, perfumed air of the club. Instead, there's the familiar, clean scent of home– something like vanilla and fresh laundry, with a hint of the lemon cleaner you used yesterday.

The space is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic from the street below.

You don't make it far past the entryway, moments after you kick off your heels his hands are on you, turning you gently to face him. There's no audience now, you’re left to the wolves now.

Before you can speak, he's guiding you backward until the back of your thighs hit the show table, only a few feet away from the now thankfully closed apartment door.

Dicks hands slide under your dress, hiking the fabric up to your waist as he sinks to his knees between your legs. He does this without saying a word, his mind clearly set on one thing, and one thing only.

You blink down at him in surprise, squeaking his name when he pulls your panties down and lifts a leg to step out of it before taking the other leg with the pair still hanging off it to hike over his shoulder, "Hey–!" you lose balance and nearly slip off the table.

Of course, he doesn't let you fall. He lets out a chuckle as he readjusts you. His hand grips your hip to keep you propped up, his other arm wrapping around the leg draped over his shoulder to keep you steady. 

He doesn't waste time. Dick's mouth finds your cunt almost immediately, and the first touch of his tongue makes you gasp, your fingers flying to tangle in his hair.

He hums against you, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine, and you can feel the way he's grinning before even looking down.

You know exactly why he’s smiling, you’ve been soaked the moment you he stepped up next to you at the bar counter and he’s clearly tasting it now.

There's nothing in you to be embarrassed when his gaze meets yours; his blue eyes are bright with amusement and affection, peering up at you through unfairly long lashes. 

He licks slowly over your clit, watching your reaction with obvious delight before diving back in with even more enthusiasm somehow.

"Dick–" You moan, the leg over his shoulder jerking slightly at a particularly mean suck. He pulls back to nip at your inner thigh, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. 

"Easy there," he chuckles. "You're gonna kick me in the head if you're not careful." 

The words make your pussy throb and clench around nothing, which given that what he said wasn’t sexy at all was stupid.

But though youd never admit it, you’re sure he could even turn you on by talking about his inspiration for his discowling suit.

The tragic part of it all its that he knows it– and saw it too from where his fingers had moved to spread you open, his gaze drops between your legs, and a smug smile spreads across his face. 

Dick doesn't comment on it for once. Instead, he leans back in, his tongue flattening against you in a broad, wet lick that has your hips liftng off the table.

The messy, wet sounds fill the quiet apartment, mixing with your soft whines and his own muffled groans. Every so often, he glances up, his eyes meeting yours as he licks and sucks, as if checking to make sure you're watching him being a good boyfriend.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently as you try to guide his movements. He responds immediately to what you want. You can faintly process his mutters as his eyes flutter as he uses your hip to pull you firmer against his mouth. 

His tongue circles your bundle of nerves then moves lower, glancing up again, his eyes dark with pleasure and you’re sure he’s spend hours just like this and not let out a single complaint. 

His hands leaves your hip to slide up your body, to settle on your lower stomach, pressing down lightly and intensifying your pleasure. (or may you gotta pee, we'll find out soon enough.) 

Your back arches off the table, a soft cry escaping your lips as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you, and you start to tug more roughly on his hair.

Dick moans into your cunt, but his mouth slows in response, his tongue lapping at you with lighter licks before he pulls back just enough to look up at you again.

His lips are slick and shiny, his chin damp, and the sight of him like that made you want to drown him between your legs (in like a sexy way, not a murder way.)

“Getting close?” he asks, his head shifts to press a soft kiss just below your navel. His fingers slip to replace his mouth, rubbing firm, tight circles over your sensitive but making you gasp and squirm.

"Ugh, why– why'd you stop!?" you huff and tug his hair to get back to it, but he tsks, rubbing down firmer, making you jolt with a gasp.

“Think your date would eat your pussy as good as I do?” he asks, his voice low and a little rough from use. The question makes your entire body flush with heat, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing again– you can barely think straight.

Only shaky pleading noise escapes you in response as his fingers continue their relentless circles. When you don’t answer, he lightly pinches your clit, making you jolt and whine.

“No– only you,” you manage to gasp out. “Only you eat me out this good– Please Dick”

He grins, clearly happy about beating out the imaginary competition. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is back on you, his tongue replacing his fingers.

His fingers don't go far as they move to push into you, starting with two off the bat. They slide in without much resistance, thanks to how soaked you are, and you arch your back into his mouth with a sharp gasp.

He uses that as his chance to angle his fingers upward, curling them until they find that spongy, sensitive spot inside you.

“Please– Fuck-… don’t stop!” you plea, your voice breaking into a whimper as his fingers curl just right and his tongue flicks over your clit in relentless.

You feel him grin against you as he doubles down, his movements becoming more firm. The pressure builds inside you until you’re trembling all over, the hand in his hair pressing him in further. 

You cry out as the pleasure peaks, the orgasm hits you hard, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers as you squirt, soaking his hand and chin. 

Dick moans into your cunt, the sound vibrating through you as he licks you through it, drinking you down with greedy sounds. 

For a moment, your mind is blissfully blank. When you finally come back to yourself, you have to pull him away by his hair, and he actually resists for a moment to keep licking, but you whimper, tugging rougher until he lifts his head with a protesting whine.

He moves back, but not without nipping at your thigh, adding to the already growing collection of marks he’s left there, little reminders for you later when he’s out on patrol. 

The lower half of his face is soaked as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied as he looks up at you.

He gently places down your leg, fully throwing the panties that remained somewhere behind him. You look down, still panting taking in how his pupils more blown than ever, and how his grin is downright famished. Fuck. 

He starts to hike up your dress further, kissing your clit again and making you jolt with a whine about it being too much.

He ignores you, though, his mouth moving upward instead, leaving you whining harder because why did he stop kissing your clit??? 

He kisses his way up your stomach, pushing your dress further as he goes until he peels it off completely and tosses it aside. You reach for him, your hands sliding over his shoulders as you pull him up for a proper kiss.

Dick meets you half-way leaning in and bracing himself with one hand on the table beside your hip. You moan into it, letting his tongue slip past your lips, tasting yourself on him.

The kiss deepens, one of his hands sliding up into your hair, pulling your mouth closer against his.

The other moves to your hip, pressing into you, and you feel the hard outline of his cock straining against your thigh through his jeans.

Before you can react to that, he suddenly jolts, and you gasp, startled by the movement. You look down to where his arm jerked away from you and– oh! 

He caught your bamboo plant that was sitting next to your butt on the show table, nearly knocking it over with both your enthusiasm. Your poor plant had to witness all that. 

The sex-muddled brain fog wears off for a moment, and you find yourself giggling. You giggle even harder when you feel his cock twitch against your thigh in response.

He grins shamelessly, pressing a kiss to your neck as he carefully places the plant back where it belongs.

“Distracted?” you tease, your voice still a little shaky.

“By you? Always,” he replies, breath tickling your ear as his hands settle on your hips again. “Though I rather be distracted by just you so–”

Before you can reply, Dick uses one arm to sweep you up off the table, holding you against his chest as if you weigh nothing. You let out a surprised squeak, your arms looping around his neck as he carries you toward your shared bedroom. 

As he makes his way, your lips pressed to the bruises you left on his neck just last night– darkening the existing marks, adding fresh ones for him to flaunt later. He places you gently on the bed before leaning back to strip away his jacket. 

After, he uses one hand to grab his shirt from the back and pull it over his head in one go, and fuck– you instinctively press your thighs together at the sight, gripping the sheets under you but not bothering to move an inch. 

You know exactly who you are, and that includes not doing work and looking pretty.

The whole time, his eyes are tracing over you, taking in every inch of your naked body against the dark sheets. You mentally thank Roy for taking Haley for the weekend for whatever reason, you can’t remember. 

“You’re taking too long,” you complain playfully, letting your head fall back against the pillows as you watch him. Your voice comes out a little whiny, and you don’t even try to hide it.

He laughs in response, one hand reaching out to push your thighs apart by your knee, his palm warm against your damp skin as he kneels with one knee on the bed.

The hand he used to part your legs slides down your thigh to rub over your clit again, his touch already knowing exactly where to go.

His free hand works his belt open and off, the leather sliding free with a soft click before he kicks off his pants.

His boxers soon follow, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His actions are slightly awkward since he’s committed to staying partly kneeling on your bed while touching you.

His cock is already hard and leaking, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It’s beautifully familiar sight with a slight curve, your eyes greedly drink in the the way the veins stand out against his skin.

Fuck, your pussy aches with need just looking at it. Your mouth waters instinctively; he’s got you Pavloved at this point, conditioned to want him in every way possible at the simple sight of him. 

You reach for him this time, and he gives you a cockly look, cooing at you lightly as he crawls fully onto the bed over you, settling himself between your thighs. “Awe– alright, I’m coming don’’t start whining.”

You feel the sharp retort bubble up your throat at his taunt but it doesn’t make it out when you feel the tip of his cock against your leg, wet with pre-cum that you’d rather be going into your mouth.

You arch your hips up, trying to guide him inside, but he just holds you still with a hand on your stomach.

“Patience, birthday girl,” he taunts, leaning down to kiss you slowly despite your clear impatience, his tongue sliding against yours as he settles more fully between your thighs.

The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, but he doesn’t push in yet. Instead, he breaks the kiss to look down at you, his eyes tracing over your face like he’s memorizing every detail.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, his voice rough with want. His fingers drift up to toy with your nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and indexfinger until you gasp, your back arching off the bed. 

He kisses you once more, softer this time, before leaning back to admire the way your body responds to him.

“God, I love how these fit in my hands,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling your nipples as he pushes your breasts together, his gaze fascinated. “They looked so fucking good in that dress earlier.”

He kisses down your chest, leaving marks in his wake before finally reaching your breasts. He leans down, his breath warm against your skin.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, guiding his mouth to your breast and he's more than happy to follow your demands. His lips closing around one nipple, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before he begins to suck. 

His free hand continues to knead your other breast, his thumb brushing over that nipple to match the pace of his mouth. He’s taking his time, spoiling attention on each side until you squirm and while his name.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until his cock slides more roughly against your folds, the tip catching at your sensitive bud. He groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he stills for a moment, breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”

His hands slide down to grip your hips, holding you still as he continues to rock against you, the wet sound of his actions filling the room. 

He’s being mean, what was it you mentioned about him being evil again?

“Dick,” you whine, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please…” 

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes dark with want. “Please what, sweetheart?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”

“Just fuck me already,” you snap shifting your hips up, you'll deal with him later for playing in your face... well, more so pussy, but for now you want him in.

But he just pulls his cock away fully, making your brows furrow together as you actually scowl at him in confusion. He tilts his head at you thoughtfully with a hum.

“I dunno… don’t wanna make Ric jealous,” he teases. But your gaze hardens at him with a look that makes him sheepish immediately– enough to make him duck his head.

He’s quick to apologize, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Sorry, sorry, baby,” Dick murmurs against your mouth. “No more teasing.”

He shifts one of his hands, going to pump himself as he guides himself back to your entrance. His other hand moves to grip the back of your thigh to push it towards your chest.

The head of his cock presses against you, and this time he doesn’t tease as he pushes inside in one smooth, deep stroke that makes you gasp.

You could nearly sob as the throbbing feeling is replaced by a slight burn from the stretch of him.

He fills you completely before he pauses for to look down at where your cunt spreads around him with a type of bliss you’ll mock him for later. 

But it’s the last thing on your mid when he leans back to kiss you once more pressing the front of his body onto yours. Your hands are quick to trace up his arms to his shoulders to mold him impossibly closer. 

Then he begins to move, setting a slow and deep pace that has you gasping and moaning into his mouth. His lips leaves yours to drop to kiss along your jaw and your throat,  Every thrust is targetted, hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

You wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. He groans, his forehead dropping to yours as he picks up the pace, his hips moving faster, harder.

The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mingling with your soft gasps and his raggedy breathing. 

“Fuck,” he whispers strained. “Youre so fucking tight”.

One of his hand slides up your body, before he finally cups your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple before pinching and rolling it.

Dick's other hand stays on your thigh, guiding your movements as he fucks you. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown wide. “Look at you,” he praises, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “So fucking beautiful.”

You dont even process what he says as you let your head fall back, lost in the sensation. Your eyes drift shut, and you can only moan and whimper to the pleasure building in your lower tummy.

He kisses your throat, his lips soft against your skin. “That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Just feel it.”

You can feel your orgasm building with every thrust. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, indenting his skin with your nails that he paid for.

You force urself to open your eyes to look at him, wanting to see his face. Seeing his face flush and twisted in his own pleasure, you suddenly feel overwhelmed with the urge to say something.

"Dick–" You whimper as he thrusts in a particularly good strength, "I– I love you." You barely manage to whimper it out, brain fogging over again.

He stills for a moment, buried deep inside you as his gaze snaps to your face, but his words follow without hesitation. “I love you too,” he groans before resuming his thrusts.

A hand moves to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he looks down at you. “So much,” he whispers against your lips. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

The words shoot trait to your cunt, and you moan in response, and your hips shift trying to change the angle, the current position no longer doing it for you, and that makes him chuckle. “There?” he asks breathlessly against your ear.

You can only nod, your breath catching in your throat as he’s quick to adjust to your wants. His hands slide under you, gripping your ass to angle you just right, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. 

His lips find your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, and you can feel the marks he’s leaving.

“You’re so perfect,” Dick whispers, his breath warm against your skin. “So fucking perfect for me.” 

His words only add to your pleasure. You’re close, so close, and you can feel him trembling with the effort of holding back himself. You whine, “I’m gonna cum… Dick please” 

He groans, his hips stuttering for a moment before he picks up the pace, to exactly what it was before and you mentally praise whatever God that he knows exactly what you need.

“Come for me, baby,” he says, his forehead pressed to yours. “Let me feel you.”

His words are all it takes apparently, as pleasure crashes over you, and you cry out, your body arching off the bed as you come, squeezing around him.

He fucks you through it, his movements growing more frantic as he chases his own release, his breath hot against your neck.

Dick follows you over the edge moments later, his hips stuttering as he cums with a low groan, his body shuddering against yours.

For a long moment, you both just breathe with his body pressed flush against yours, before he sighs into your neck, kissing it right over your racing pulse, and following it by lifting his head to kiss you.

He gives one final, gentle roll of his hips into you before pulling out slowly, his hands instinctively moving to rub over your hips.

 “I love you,” he murmurs again, looking up to your face, giving you a look that you'd expect walking down an aisle from a man, not one who just unloaded his load into you.

You mumble something back, too blissed out to form proper words, but you squeeze his arms, wanting to be held close still.

He seems to understand immediately, shifting to gather you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you. His skin is damp with sweat, his heartbeat still fast against your ear.

He kisses your temple, his lips lingering there for a long moment. “Shower?” he asks softly. “Or do you wanna stay like this for a while?”

You don’t even have to think about it, “cuddle,” you manage to mumble, the word slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Okay,” he sighs contentedly, his hand stroking up and down your back. “We can cuddle.” 

He shifts, pulling the blanket up over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before settling back against the pillows. The room is quiet, the only sounds your breathing and the distant hum of the city outside.

You sigh contentedly, the post-sex haze kicking in as you grow a little drowsy in his warmth. You nuzzle closer, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.

After a moment, you whisper, only now a bit shy, “Thanks for playing into my silly request earlier.”

He laughs softly, his arms tightening around you. “I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of my life,” he says, his voice warm with affection. “Though I’m surprised you wanted to try roleplay. Who knew you liked being stolen from another man?”

You roll your eyes and pinch him, your fingers finding his side. He just snickers, squirming away half-heartedly before pulling you closer again.

“Shut up,” you grumble. “You’re the one that added Ric to the storyline.” You pause, wrinkling your nose. “Ugh, what was he, your alter ego?”

He nods seriously,. “Yeah, my evil clone– like if I ever got shot in the head or something, I think I’d go by Ric.”

You immediately groan, pushing him away. “Okay, no– get out, you ruined pillow talk.” You try to shove him off the bed, but he’s too fucking heavy,

Dick just laughs, his arms tightening around you “I didn’t mean it,” he says, pulling you back to his chest. “Come on, don’t be mad.”

You squirm more, trying to wriggle out of his hold. “Too bad, you ruined my post-nut with visions of you getting shot in the head.”

Dick whines, playfully before giving up his act of letting you get away by pulling you back to his chest– a bit too easily tragically.

“Okay, okay,” his lips brush your ear. “I”ll make it up to you.” He shifts, his hand sliding down your body. “How about I give you more head? Head for a head type situation.”

You push him away playfully, he’s ridiculous no better word for it really. “Head for a head?” you repeat, your voice laced with amused disbelief. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He grins clearly not bothered by your words. “What? It’s a fair trade,” he insists, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I ruin your afterglow, I make it up to you. Seems logical to me.”

You shake your head, but you’re smiling now. “You’re impossible,” you tell him, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“Yeah, but you love me,” his voice softens as he leans in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle kiss. “So? Do I get to make it up to you, or are you gonna hold a grudge?”

He’s looking at you with that familiar mix of affection and playfulness, and you can feel your resolve crumbling.

Still, you pretend to think about it, tapping your chin dramatically. “Hmm… I don’t know. I think I might need some convincing.”

Dick laughs and moves his head to kiss your temple. “I can be very convincing,” he hums against your skin.

You just laugh, shaking your head as you lean into his chest. “This… is the most freaky birthday present I ever got,” your voice muffled against his skin but full of affection.

His chest rumbles under you as he laughs, a hand coming up to comb gently through your damp hair. “Your friend literally got you a vibrating dil–”

You just reach to pinch him and shut him up.

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In other news, Uni has started up, and it’s hell, but I am trying to write at least an hour a day. Also, I must come clean, I have written smut before [throughout quarantine with friends, but we just swapped stories,) and was on Amino back in the day. I genuinely reached stateflow once the undies came off-- I’ve just never posted smut before so bear with me because I could only find so many other words for clit without going crazy.

I have a few things I wanna post but am not sure which to do first: Half-Kyrptonian reader, another silly one-shot with Roy [based off stupid-ass texts I’ve had with Vee], Bart Allen one-shots, and a stand-alone one-shot with Bruce Wayne x Wife!Reader involving a cryptic pregnancy. 

I’ll most likely do Bart, ½ Kryp-reader, Bruce, maybe round about with Constatine!Reader again… and god I need to see which of my main series I haven't updated in a while!