Morning sex. Dick and Raven wake up in bed together. Hands wander. Lips meet. The sheets twist around them as Raven rolls on top of him, sleep-warm and turned on. What happens next?
Sugar baby AU. Raven is in financial need, and Dick steps in. He pays for bills, meals, outings, clothes, and even totally frivolous expenses, all so she doesn't have to worry and can live an easier life. All Dick asks for in return is Raven's interest and occasional company. Sure, she can fake a little bit of flirting. But what starts off as a convenient and non-sexual arrangement into something more.
Why not both but separate.
Morning doesn’t arrive all at once.
It seeps in—thin light through the curtains, quiet air, the kind of stillness that only exists before the world starts moving again.
Raven is half-awake when she realizes she’s not alone.
Warmth presses against her back. A solid weight. A slow, steady breath brushing faintly against her shoulder. It takes her a second to place it—and then she remembers.
Her lips twitch slightly at the name, at the situation, at the fact that she didn’t leave.
She doesn’t move right away. Just listens. Feels.
It starts at his forearm where it rests near her waist, her fingers brushing over his skin in a lazy, absent way. But there’s nothing truly absent about it. Not when she lets her nails drag just slightly. Not when she shifts her hips back, just enough to feel him react.
A breath changes. His arm tightens a fraction.
“Mm,” he murmurs, still caught between sleep and awareness.
Raven turns her head slightly, just enough to glance over her shoulder. “Morning,” she says, voice low, rough with sleep.
This time he moves properly. His hand slides from her waist up along her side, slow, heavy, until it settles over her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. His grip isn’t hesitant. It’s firm, waking, like he’s remembering exactly where he is—and what he has in his bed.
Raven exhales through her nose, a quiet reaction she doesn’t bother hiding.
“Straight to it, huh?” she mutters.
“No complaints,” he answers, voice deeper now.
That earns him a small smirk.
She turns properly then, rolling onto her back to face him. The sheets twist around their legs as they shift, fabric catching and pulling, neither of them caring enough to fix it. They’re close now—close enough that she can feel the heat of him, the way his body’s already waking up in more ways than one.
It doesn’t stay quiet for long.
He leans in first, or maybe she does—it’s hard to tell—but their lips meet somewhere in the middle. Soft at first, slow, testing the morning. Then it deepens. Not rushed, but not shy either. His hand tightens around her breast, thumb pressing more deliberately now, and she responds instantly—one leg sliding over his, her body pressing closer.
Her hand moves without asking permission.
She finds his cock through the fabric, fingers wrapping just enough to make him react properly this time. His breath catches, low and sharp, and she feels the shift under her palm.
“Yeah,” she murmurs against his mouth, almost amused. “You’re awake.”
“Getting there,” he mutters back.
The kiss breaks just long enough for her to shift her weight—and then she’s moving.
Raven rolls over him in one smooth motion, the sheets dragging with her as she settles on top, straddling his hips. Her hair falls forward, messy from sleep, framing her face as she looks down at him.
Not awkward—just charged.
He didn’t expect her to take control that easily. That much is obvious.
Raven notices. Of course she does.
Her expression shifts slightly, something sharper slipping in. She straightens her back a little, sitting up on him, her hands resting lightly against his chest. Then she pushes her shoulders back—deliberate, subtle, but enough to draw attention to her breasts under the thin t-shirt.
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to.
That’s when she reaches for the hem.
She pulls the shirt up and over her head in one clean motion, tossing it somewhere off the bed without even glancing.
And just like that—nothing between them.
Her breasts catch the morning light, bare, unapologetic—and the small glint of piercings at her nipples stands out instantly.
His eyes lock there, reaction immediate and unfiltered. Not exaggerated, but real enough that she feels it.
Raven tilts her head slightly, watching him take it in.
“Surprised?” she asks, voice low.
She leans forward then, slow and controlled, her hands pressing into the mattress on either side of his shoulders. The movement brings her closer, her body hovering just above his, close enough for him to feel her warmth, to notice every detail he just got introduced to.
His hands come up again, instinctively finding her, her waist first, then higher, more certain this time. He doesn’t hesitate now, fingers wrapping around her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples with a curiosity that turns quickly into intent.
Raven inhales sharply at that, her head dipping just slightly as she watches him.
“Careful, they are still sensitive” she murmurs, though there’s no real warning in it.
“Doesn’t sound like you want me to be.”
The space between them disappears again as she leans down, kissing him harder this time, less sleepy, more present. Her hips shift against his as she settles more firmly on top of him, and the reaction she gets is immediate.
She breaks the kiss just enough to look at him again, eyes sharper now, fully awake.
“Yeah,” she says quietly, almost to herself. “Definitely awake.”
Her hand slides down again, deliberate, confident, reminding him exactly who set this pace.
“Try not to come,” she adds.
And then she kisses him again—slow, deep, completely in control of how the morning unfolds.
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