HOPE I'M NOT LATE!! But exbf!Dick dry humping you before fucking you just bc he is bitter about you sleeping w others after him and telling you that you don't deserve to actually feel him so he is going to only make you cum like that ((which is a lie, homeboy doesn't have that much self control))
Pairing - Exbf!Dick Grayson X (F) Reader
Words - 1.4k
Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Dry Humping - Dirty Talk - Swearing - Angst - They still have feelings for each other ur honour.
Notes - ahnjdsjkfkk hii!! you’re not late my darling, I’m always here for exbf!Dick thoughts 😏 I’m not putting this in the actual fic but you’ve inspired me so uhhhh...here you go x
MASTERLIST
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He’s a complete contradiction.
There’s nothing consistent about him and there's some raw part of you, peeled back and stinging at the sight of Dick Grayson, suffering at the hands of his own internal conflict. He says one thing but it knocks into another and nothing he wrangles from his own mouth matches up, none of it makes sense.
It’s been over a year without him and even now, he still feels familiar. A lost language you still know how to speak. A recipe you don’t need to read to know how to make. He keeps his phone in the same pocket. Still holds himself tense and ready to shut you down if you prod at the wrong wound.
Always trying to take his own emotion out of the equation and failing.
“Are you even hearing yourself?” You finally snap, half rounded towards his bedroom door. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” Dick grinds his teeth, jaw flexing. You don’t see the hesitation on his face, but you feel it right through to your spine bones. “You’re asking about my personal life like you still have a right to know the answer. We broke up, Grayson. It’s been over a goddamn year.”
He reels back, only slightly, but enough to let you know that you brushed along the wrong bruise, the wrong wound he still can’t get to fully heal over.
“I asked you one question.” Dick growls.
He shifts on his feet and you find yourself automatically moving to compensate. Annoyingly, you watch as Dick catches your slight shift and dissolves into something smug and knowing. Over twelve months apart and you still read each other like the back of your own hands.
“Two.” You confess. It comes out like a taunt, a shining weapon ready to cut him straight down to the bone. Parts of you haven’t changed. You find that even though you’re not together, you still experience the same pounding rush of emotion when you say something that riles him up. “Since you, there’s been two.”
Something on his face cracks wide open and you hardly manage to blink before he has crowded under him.
You’ll never admit it. Especially not to him, not to yourself, not even to God.
But you’ve missed this; missed him.
Dick is firm and heavy above you, pupils so dilated you can’t find the colour. Despite it, you still know the exact shade, can see it if you blink your eyes closed and focus. Funny, how your brain holds onto everything you learnt about him, how it refuses point blank to let it go.
Bullying himself between your thighs he forces your legs over his hips, spreads you out until you’re pressed up against him. There’s a push of his clothed cock against your covered pussy and Dick grinds down just hard enough to wrench a gasp from your mouth.
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you whine when he grinds into you again, harder this time.
“I should remind you of what you’re missing. Should fuck you like I used to.” Dick says, grabbing your hands and pinning them over your head. He leans down close enough to have his breath tickle your cheeks, almost traitorously, you want to lean up and kiss him. “But you don’t deserve that.”
His biceps flex when you twist against him and try to wriggle out of his firm grip. Frustration hooks into each trembling nerve and your hips kick up, trying to grind against the outline of his cock.
You don’t need him to remind you.
Since the breakup, you’ve slept with two people and neither of them could give you what he could.
Dick smirks, emotion finally filtering back into the handsome lines of his face, “You’re not going anywhere. This is all you’re getting, and you don’t even deserve that.”
Your eyes roll back, “Dick–”
Rocking into your clothed cunt you feel your clit ache and start to swell up. The soft fabric of your underwear sticks to the slick, puffy lips of your pussy and when Dick grinds into you again, the fabric pulls up tight between your lips and presses firm on your clit.
Swearing under your breath you whimper when Dick moves his hands to interlock your fingers. It’s the first tender thing he’s done since seeing you again and part of you–the soft, forever grieving part of you–wonders why you didn’t fight harder when your relationship began failing.
Arching your back, your thighs tremble over Dick’s strong hips,
“S’not enough.” You complain.
“Well it’s all you’re getting. You either come from this, or not at all.”
Your pussy throbs, arousal leaking from your entrance, smearing across your underwear and rubbing up over your hard, swollen clit. You hate how even after all this time, Dick can still push you right up to the edge, can force you to balance on the tightrope he strung up.
“You hear me?” He breathes, dropping his head just enough to mouth at the shell of your ear. “You either come from me rubbing against you. just. like. this.” Puncturing each word with a devastating rock of his hips Dick smirks. “Or you don’t come at all, and I leave you all wet and horny.”
Heat burns up your neck, humiliation quickly building in your cheeks, “Please…hH–please.”
“You don’t deserve my cock.” Dick whispers, using more of his weight to render you immobile. “So m’not going to fuck your greedy little pussy. I’m going to grind against it, just like this, until it comes for me.”
Finally moaning you try to move but find that you can’t. Crushed under Dicks firm, unrelenting body you realise that you can’t do anything. All you can do is lie there and take what he gives you; even though it’s not enough and you want more.
“Oh–oh please!” You choke, squeezing at his hands and flexing your thighs for even a hint of leverage. “Dick…please I can’t come like this.”
“Yes you can. I know exactly what makes you come and this is something that’ll have your poor, needy pussy coming in no time.” Settling into a firm, consistent rhythm, Dick mouths kisses along the sensitive column of your throat. “So yes, you can come from this. I’m not giving you a choice.”
He grinds into you, once, twice, three times, and your whole world cracks clean down the middle.
Your pussy spasms, clit swelling even harder than before then dissolving into quick, rhythmic twitches. A shuddering sob works itself free from your mouth and you shake yourself apart underneath Dick’s talented body.
“There you go.” Dick coos, smug with the fact that twelve months apart hasn’t changed the fact he can still make you come without taking off a single item of clothing. “I know what you need. I know exactly what you’ve been missing. They just weren’t good enough were they?”
Spiralling up into the face of the stratosphere you wiggle one hand free and cup Dick’s cheek. You’ll hate yourself for it later, will want to cut off your own hand to try and distance yourself from his orbit. But for now, you’re weak and split open, ribs wrenched apart to reveal that each bone in your body still has his name etched delicately into it.
“No one since you has ever been good enough.”
Dick whimpers, hips stuttering into uncoordinated little thrusts as he comes. His face twists up tight with pleasure and endless pain. You don’t know if you want to soothe it or watch him suffer. Sometimes, you think that if someone asked you where you hurt, you’d place your hand right over your heart.
Releasing you from his slackened grip Dick flinches backwards and out of reach. It’s not regret on his face. It’s something older, something deeper. You don’t know what it is; you don’t want to know.
You leave his room without a word; without looking back.
If you did look back, you would have seen Dick touch his hand to where he hurts the most.
You've given me exbf!Dick brainrot I hope you're happy
allow me to make it worse. i have thoughts and now you have to hear them. i am delighted with the fact you have brainrot because I have it too.
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he hears you talk about dates in front of him, grinds his teeth, clenches his hands into fists, can't decide if he wants to keep listening or turn away, block it out. the thought of you with someone else hurts, has his chest aching something fierce. he never got over you, couldn't let the wound heal over because its the only solid thing he has left. pain as a backdrop. heartache the only thing you left him with. the only thing that proves he loved you. loves you.
he hears you talk about bad dates. unsatisfying nights spent with someone else who just couldn't get it right. finds himself hard and leaking at the thought of you frustrated. needing him but not quite knowing that yet. fucking his fist because he knows what you need. drunk on the fact that he knows something you don't. smug and smirking and moaning your name quietly, secretly, scared to say your name out loud. little grunts and groans because he remembers exactly what gets you off. remembers how tight your cunt gets when he makes you beg so pretty for him. how wet he can make you when he has you sit on his cock and wait. keep him warm. how easily he can make you come. once, twice, three times. until you're shaking and crying and begging him to stop.
cocky and confident and grinning when you turn up outside his door furious about the fact you're turning to him because nothing else is good enough. taunting you and teasing you whilst taking off your clothes, "your dates not good enough? had to come back and get fucked properly, huh?"
trying to hide the fact he's so hard it hurts. unable to admit that he too has been left unsatisfied with everyone else he's slept with since you. so relieved to see you. to have you wrapped warm and wet and tight around his cock again after so long. it feels right, he feels whole. you're so wet he sinks into you with ease. stretches you open like it hasn't been months and months and months since you were together.
still teasing you, mocking you, because if he doesn't he'll fall apart right in front of you, "you must really be desperate to come back to me, sweetheart." tipping your head so you have no choice but to look at him, "what? they couldn't fuck you like I can? can't give you what you really need?"
delighting at how it pisses you off. gets you riled up and squeezing his cock like you're coming. gets you snarling and spitting, "shut the fuck up. shut your fucking mouth."
"your pussy can't lie to me, baby. I think you're going to come, aren't you? so worked up. so desperate for me to fuck you like you wish all your dates would. such a shame. such a poor little pussy. I don't think you've ever come this quickly before. you must have really needed this."
You're summoning me with exbf mentions. Exbf!Dick?
Exbf!Dick, where you were together for so long that your friend groups overlapped and now even fresh off the breakup, you can't avoid him even if in passing stories.
It's the stuttering stories people try to work around when they forget in the heat of the moment and have to dance around his name and wonder if they should switch tracks to segue into another topic. The way they always leave the empty seat across in a booth meant for two people while they squish in three on their side because they forget and one awkwardly slides in with you after you sit, elbows knocking the whole meal.
You can't avoid him in your favorite places even. The places you would regularly go would ask where your boyfriend is when you first start going alone.
Maybe you start hanging out with your friends at the same time after a while because yeah, it sucks it hurts and sucks, but it isn't your friends fault. They deserve all their friends when they want. So you hear his laugh, strained and tinged with just a hint of high society to get him through this while you're left as far away from him as you can get as soft as you can be to hear as much of his voice as you can. Fake cadence and all.
Only he is doing the same, so neither of you hear anything but laughter. The small bits of fake laughter tide you through the outing but not through anything else because it sounded so fake.
Exbf!Dick, where you're both unable to forget because no one seems to be letting you heal inadvertently and you're left yearning.
mayday mayday mayday. im going down wailing and crying and cursing you out!!
it easy to forget that breakups don't always just include you. that sometimes when you integrate someone into your life, they also move into the lives of those around you. and when you break up, there's not just one hole inside you. there's a hole no matter where you go, there isn't an escape from it.
and how hard is it, to try and heal from something when the wound is left open?
your friends still maneuver around him like he's an active part of your life. like he's going to walk through the door as if nothing has changed. they say his name and still laugh at inside jokes and it hurts so bad you want to cry. and it's not always the worst part. the worst part is the backtracking, the pitying looks, the apologies.
you're reminded of him everywhere you go.
and when you see him again. when your lives overlap through those you love? its impossible not to notice all those things you learnt about him. the tone of his voice when he's tired, when he's happy, when he slips behind the same mask he does when he's hurting, when he's grieving.
you hang at the fraying edges of him. anything closer than that just reminds you of what you no longer have. you don't sit beside him anymore. you sit opposite. and if your knees touch under the table? well, that's between you and him alone, its not the only secret you'll take to the grave.
you're close enough to touch each other, but the gap is endless, and maybe there's some wounds that just can't heal.
