category: Smut
pairing: Dick Grayson x Black!Reader
warning: spanking, orgasm denial.
summary: Omg that Bruce fic was sexy as hell, I never thought I would find him sexy but you changed my mind. Now I can’t stop thinking about Dick Grayson spanking his s/o. Please can you write a nsfw fic with dick and black reader with natural hair 😘😘
Y/N knew that this would be on of those nights that Dick would be coming home a little stress; he had spent the past month hunting down a sex trafficking ring and the more work he put into it, the more he would redraw from you.
Tonight that was going to end. Dick was going to have a little surprise when he got home, and you were finally going to get what you had been missing these last few weeks. Y/N had gone shopping on the weekend and picked up a new outfit, a white crop top that contrasted nicely against your dark skin and a black skirt that barely covered your panties. Y/N knew You was dressing for him, hoping that his eyes would fix on your again.
Dick entered the apartment as quietly as he could from the balcony window, trying to be extra careful not to accidentally wake Y/N up. Taking off his mask, he wondered how upset Y/N would be at the fact that he had spent another night chasing criminals instead of curled up in bed. His thoughts were cut short as the lights suddenly turned on.
After taking a second to adjust to the light, Dick couldn't help but let out a gasp as he saw you standing in the middle of the living room, wearing nothing but too short and a crop top that barely covered your chest. He was awestruck, so when you spoke, it took him a second to understand.
“Richard,” Y/N began shyly while shuffling your fingers in your hands. You froze barely getting out your next words. “I think I broke the copier.”
With a small sigh, Dick dropped his mask and wandered over to where he knew the printer was, stopping briefly to say, “You better not have, those are expensive to fix.” Y/N stepped back allowing him to pass by and followed him to the room. After a quick look at the machine, he crouched down and yanked open the side to display the various inner workings.
He immediately noticed the about ten pages of paper jammed into the side of it. He realized almost instantly that the paper was shoved you to create the jam. He stood back up staring coldly at Y/N who was red and trying to avoid eye contact. You were more nervous than usual and he realized immediately why. You were the one who sabotaged the copier. You wanted him to catch you. You wanted to be in trouble. He’d been neglecting you for the last couple of weeks, and he knew that this was a sign that You wanted his attention. Dick turned his gaze to your. “Looks like you only jammed it.” He said standing up and gesturing toward the machine. “So, since you jammed it, you need to fix it. Reach down and get the paper out.”
Y/N walked forward and started to crouch and Dick coughed, signaling that You should bend over instead. You felt your body heat up as You bent over; when You bent over fully it barely covered your ass. You tried to pull the paper out, wishing You could hold the back of your skirt down to keep it from sliding up. The paper tore, leaving half of it between the rollers and the other torn half in your hand. “I ripped the paper.” You heard Dick walking behind you and felt a sharp sting on your ass. Immediately your body felt hot as You realized he didn’t stop at a tease this time. You felt another crack as he smacked your ass again, feeling a slight ripple in as your legs buckled. You released a breath of air at the sensation, hardly able to focus on your task. “Fix it,” He demanded as You tried to dig the small scraps of paper stuck in the rollers. Each time You tried to pull it slowly and tore a little more paper You felt a heavy hand strike your ass. Each strike was getting harder on your ass; involuntarily You began arching your back ready for the swat. “Lift your skirt,” You heard his harsh voice say from behind you.
Trembling and still bent over; You lifted your skirt up against your waist exposing the black lace panties that You’d worn for the day, the cut of them hugging the center of your cheeks.
“Now take them off.” You froze for a second before slipping your fingers on the sides of your panties and sliding them down around your ankles. You were nervous, You wanted him to fuck your, You wanted him badly,…it was making your tremble. He continued to slap your ass, now the slaps resounding in the room.
He continued to smack your ass relentlessly, alternating cheeks and aiming for every inch to ensure that every part of you was sore. He took his time, making sure to savor every moment as your large bare ass stood in front of him. Y/N felt your body overcoming with the hot intensity. You were embarrassed, bent over in front of him, hands supporting you on the printer. Each strike caused you to muffle a yelp, but your back arching to accept another firm swat to your ass.
You were so horny. The week had been unbearable for you as You’d been taking more frequent breaks during the week to go out to your room and touch yourself, but it just made you want him more. You wanted Dick to take it further; You wanted this and was thrilled by the swats to your backside. You could feel yourself dripping from your moist lips with each swat.
After a while, he finally stopped and stepped in and You felt his massive fingers begin to slowly slide up your thigh. Slowly You felt the Y/Ne sensation working up your other thigh and You trembled. Finally, You felt the finger working its way up your wet center and felt a jolt through your body as he stroked your soaking lips and sensitive clit. His fingers slowly stroked up one side of your pussy, and then stroked up the other, each time stopping to just touch your clit.
“Tell me what you want Y/N. Do you want me to stop?” Dick asked teasingly. He knew You wanted more, but he wanted to hear you say it, to hear your trembling voice say it. “No, Richard,” You pointed out, out of breath as he continued to toy with your pussy. “I want your dick inside me.” His hands stopped stroking, slowly he pulled your panties back up. “Bad girls don't get what they want,” he said before leaving the room, leaving you dazed and confused.