DISTRACTIONS
Dick Grayson x Reader (vaguely implied that reader is also a vigilante)
Rating: M for Implied nsfw
Tags: Established Relationship, Flirting, Fade to Black
" Do we have to go to this Gala? I'm sure Bruce can handle it without us." Dick sighed at your complaint, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He glanced to the full length mirror against the wall, and adjusted his tie. The couple was getting ready for one of the Wayne Enterprises charity galas. It was something none of the Wayne children excelled at, but they did it to support Bruce.
"We told B we would be there, we can't just not show up…" He called to you as you were fixing your make up in the en suite bathroom. He heard the annoyed sigh, and the distinct clink of a compact hitting the bathroom counter.
Moments later you walked out of the bathroom, heels clicking on the hardwood. You were gorgeous, and while irritated, you had more confidence than when you first attended a Gala. Your confidence made Dick swallow down a lump in his throat. There wasn't enough time. The dress you wore was tight on your lean muscular body, defining your curves.
He was fixing the cuffs on his sleeves to occupy his hands when you walked…no strutted up to him. Suddenly his collar was too tight, but he maintained his composure. That was, until you smiled at him and turned. Brushing your hair over one shoulder you lowered yourself to sit in his lap.
"Could you zip this up for me?"
Strong scarred shoulders were on display as the back of the dress hung open. He watched them flex as you shifted to glance back at him. There was no way that look was on accident. With bright entrancing eyes, encircled with dark make up. He wondered briefly how you'd look with it tracking down your face.
He couldn't lose focus, couldn't let you distract him. "I'm on to you…" He warned you, grabbing the zipper and pulling. Still he couldn't resist a kiss between your shoulder blades,, then on the back of your neck as the dress zipped closed. He relished in the soft gasp and gentle shiver he received in response. After. He would devour you, after the Gala.
With the dress zipped, you stood, and he realized the dressed hugged your figure even better now. His gaze dragged up your body. Starting at strong thighs that could end his entire career, one being revealed by a slit in the dress. The dress hugged snug on the flare of your hips, dipping with your waist line. Up to your breasts, pushed up and together by the material. What he would give to be the one holding them right now, to feel the soft give of your body. Something so powerful that gave only to his touch. It was addicting.
All thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as one heel pressed into his chest. You had lifted one leg to press your heel into him.
" I don't know whatever you could mean, sweetie. Now would you be a doll and fasten these for me?" He followed the line of your leg, noting the tantalizing bit of hip the slit exposed with the motion.
It was hard enough to maintain control before, but you really were testing him tonight. His slacks felt particularly tight, the formal suit now much too warm for him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm himself.
As though sensing him regaining control, you gave a small whine. You reached out, grabbing at his tie and pulling softly, making his eyes snap open. "You're not going to leave me hanging here are you? Come on, please Dick?" He couldn't help the choked noise that came up the back of his throat. There was no winning this for him.
A sweet kiss was placed to your ankle as Dick reached up to fix the strap of your heel. "Wouldn't dream of it…" You smiled at him, letting go of his tie to card your hand through his hair.
One heel was replaced by the other, with you looking down at him expectantly. With how the dress moved now he caught a glimpse of the black and blue lace underneath. How was he supposed to say no? He repeated the same steps as before, kissing your ankle as he secured the shoe. Then his hands trailed up the soft skin of your leg, and he watched as your head rolled back at the feeling.
" You don't play fair…" He whined, moving to kiss up you calf, your knee, then the inside of your thigh.
You laughed, he'd almost call it a devilish giggle as you pulled back. "I don't know what you're implying about me Dick Grayson…" You turned from him, looking over you shoulder. "But you don't get to seduce me out of going to the Gala…B needs us, remember?"
To hell with Bruce, he could survive one Gala without them. Dick stood, crowding up against your back. "Too late, temptress…You've already won." And you could feel that as he pressed against you.
He spun you round, and you saw the dark look in his blue eyes. One would think them black with how blown his pupils were. You shivered, grinning up at him. You didn't have time to react before he had you bouncing on the bed. Dick was on you in seconds, his hips slotting between you thighs perfectly.
"Now you get your reward…" He breathed against you lips, hands steadily sliding the dress up for easier access. His voice was dark, dangerous as he warned "But don't think it will come without consequences…"